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International Kissing Day (Turn Week Prompt):
Couldn’t help myself and wrote some of In A Faith Forgotten Land (Civil War AU) today. Hope you enjoy!:
The door closed. He was dreamlike in the gaslight, wearing only his shirt and suspenders, bare skin peeking through the slit, a glance of his chest, muscles hiding underneath the thin fabric. If she closed her eyes, would he fade away, dissolve in reality? She wanted to touch him.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice strangled and strange in her ears.
“I know.”
Against every rule, against her father’s wishes, hell, against her own laws, she stood up straighter. “Don’t leave.”
He laughed, a deep, enchanting sound, as if it pulled her toward him. His boots creaked on the hardwood floor, and she prayed—Oh God, don’t let anyone hear. God, don’t let anyone find him.
Let me keep him for one moment.
Let me have him for one night.
He shook his head, “You think I can?"
Did she sigh? Did she cry out? God, she couldn’t even hear herself. Everything was tuned to him, the way he moved, crossing in quick strides, the way he breathed, shaky and scared, the way she felt, and, if she closed her eyes, threw away her fears, she swore she would hear his heartbeat.
Back away, Elizabeth.
Be true to yourself- no, be true to your life, Elizabeth.
The distance was broken.
He stood in front of her.
She’d never been kissed before.
Could he see it in her eyes? Her nervous stare? Her own heartbeat was strangled in her neck. Go ahead, she’d guide his hand, see how it runs for you.
“Benjamin-"
He kissed her.
His lips gently pressed her mouth open, and she let him in, her chin raised, cradled in his hand. There was a gentle force in his kiss, guiding her, pulling her closer, molding her like clay. She nearly collapsed in his grip— a quiet frenzy to hold him tight, wrap her arms around his neck, chest to chest.
He pulled away only for a second, and she caught her breath, too little as his hands moved to her waist, his splayed on her corset. She gasped. Oh, God. This is what it feels like? Again, he kissed her again, and she didn’t- what did she imagine it would be like? She always thought it would be chaste, standing at the aisle, her father in the first pew at Christ Church. Feelings locked away. Like everything else in Philadelphia. Nothing prepared her for this— not the dances, not the way he looked at her that very first night, standing on her perch, a barely concealed glare-
They broke, and the gaslight was too bright in her eyes.
“Elizabeth…” he buried his face in her hair, but he didn’t release her.
She was stunned, silent.
“Oh, Elizabeth…”
He turned his head, and his cheek brushed hers.
“Don’t say anything,” she whispered with newfound conviction.
If she begged, would he stay? Would he hold her until this cruel war was over? Forget fighting, forget glory, forget who she was-
Her hair-
He let her hair down, her pins on the floor, and he stroked the thick, blonde curls. Another gentleness she didn’t know she wanted, didn’t know she craved.
Why did he stop?
Benjamin let go.
And for a moment, she thought she would die.
They stared at each other, breathing heavily, the air thick and heady, an invisible force hanging between them.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
“Benjamin-"
He held out a hand, the barrier visible, now.
“I don’t… I don’t know- Oh, Good God, what have I done?”
She scoffed— what have you done?
Shouldn’t you ask yourself the same?
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Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something 🤷♀️😭
Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will 😅
Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it ❤
Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader
Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions 🤭, self deprecating Joel™, big dick Joel™, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting
W/C: 1.9k
Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.
What Matters
“Are you sure, baby?”
Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. You’ve probably lost track of how many times he’s asked you if you’re sure.
“Yes, Joel, I’m sure,” you laugh breathily.
You’re both lying in his bed, completely bare. There’s a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sun’s going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He can’t help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.
Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know he’s just trying to waste time, but you let him. You’re so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you in this way, but that he’s worried he won’t be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him.
But what if he can’t?
You’re younger, after all, and he’s not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarah’s mom. If that’s the case, it’s been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, you’re probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he can’t? What if it’s been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes?
It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because he’s not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. You’re so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. You’d wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be.
But that’s not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now.
“Joel?”
His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply can’t ignore.
“Please,” you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it.
“Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right.
You’re already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. It’s another thing he was worried about—being so big. Joel’s not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of his…attributes.
He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once he’s about halfway in. You’re so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. He’s again reminded of just how long it’s been since he’s felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself.
“Shit, baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes.
His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration you’re looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows he’ll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. There’s a reason the two of you have only been “together” for about four months even though you’ve been shamelessly flirting for about a year.
It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows you’ve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? He’s never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things you’ve ever wanted for yourself.
“You okay?” Your honeyed voice reaches his ears—or his good ear, rather—and he smiles at you.
“‘Course, baby. Jus’ gotta give me a second, alright?” He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. “It’s been a minute.”
You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you?
Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. He’s already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts.
“You feel so good,” you whine.
“Fuck, sweetheart, so d’ you. “Like goddamn heaven.” And you do; overwhelmingly so.
He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows he’s found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure.
“H-honey, I have to pull out,” he grits out. He’s so embarrassed, it hasn’t even been five minutes. He won’t last long enough for you to come before him.
But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. “It’s okay, Joel,” you breathily assure him.
He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.
“I’m sorry, baby, I—”
“Joel,” You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “It’s okay.” You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. “Take as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determine—”
You both realize what you said at the same time. Joel’s eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesn’t realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face.
You love him. You said it. And he believes you.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. “So damn much.” Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and that’s all that matters.
Then you’re both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each other’s lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin.
“Joel, p-please,” you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him.
He doesn’t waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back.
He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless he’s watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back.
It doesn’t take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm.
By the time you’re coming down, he’s back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time.
You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now.
You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that you’ve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like you’re addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.
It still doesn’t take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but it’s too fucking much. He can’t hold it off when you feel so good around him. It’s like torture to stave off his orgasm when he’s thrusting into your soft heat.
“Where d’ you want me, honey?” Joel asks you, his voice strained.
“Inside,” you whisper against his neck without a second thought.
And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks he’s almost done, there’s another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria.
When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts.
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hey!! i know that you already wrote this with Abby but i was wondering if you could do Ellie with gf that has an ED🙏🏻🙏🏻
✞⛧ Ellie with a girlfriend that has an ED ✞⛧
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✞⛧ Ellie is incredibly perceptive, so she notices the little things—the way you push food around your plate, the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes when she offers you a bite of something.
✞⛧ At first, she doesn’t say anything, worried she might push you away, but she watches. Observes. Pieces things together.
✞⛧ The day she finally brings it up, she’s gentle but direct. “Hey, babe… I’ve noticed you haven’t been eating much lately. You wanna talk about it?”
✞⛧ She never pushes you to open up, but she always makes it clear that she’s there, whenever you’re ready.
✞⛧ Ellie starts paying extra attention to the foods you do eat, mentally cataloging what you seem comfortable with.
✞⛧ She never makes a big deal about meals, but she subtly adjusts things—making your favorites, sharing plates with you so it feels less overwhelming, casually mentioning when she’s hungry so it feels normal
✞⛧ She gets really protective if anyone comments on your eating habits, especially in a way that makes you uncomfortable. “Hey, maybe shut the fuck up?”
✞⛧ If you ever apologize for struggling, she’s quick to shut that down. “You don’t owe me an apology for something you’re fighting through.”
✞⛧ She starts suggesting fun little food-related activities—baking cookies together, making stupid sandwiches with whatever’s in the fridge, feeding each other just to be goofy.
✞⛧ She does the whole casual snack offering move, holding out a chip or a piece of fruit like it’s no big deal, just to see if you’ll take it.
✞⛧ If you get overwhelmed or anxious around food, she helps ground you. “Hey, it’s just us. No pressure, okay?”
✞⛧ Ellie is a touchy girlfriend, so if she ever notices you getting lost in your head, she pulls you close, rubbing her hands up and down your arms.
✞⛧ She makes a habit of reminding you how much she loves you, not just your body. “You know you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, right?”
✞⛧ But she also makes sure you know how gorgeous she thinks you are, in the most casual, Ellie way possible. “Babe, I’d fight a clicker just to kiss your stupid pretty face.”
✞⛧ If you’re having a bad body image day, she finds little ways to help—lending you her hoodie, wrapping herself around you in bed, telling you about all the things she adores about you.
✞⛧ She’s fiercely patient. No matter how long the journey is, she’s in it with you.
✞⛧ If you ever relapse, she doesn’t get mad. She just holds you, tells you it’s okay, reminds you that you’re not alone.
✞⛧ “One bad day doesn’t erase all the progress you’ve made. I see you trying. That’s what matters.”
✞⛧ She does little things to make sure you’re taking care of yourself—grabbing you water, making sure you’re resting, casually suggesting a snack when she knows you haven’t eaten in a while.
✞⛧ Ellie is not above using puppy eyes to convince you to eat with her. “Please, babe? You don’t want me to eat alone, do you?”
✞⛧ She’s your biggest cheerleader, celebrating even the smallest victories with a kiss and a proud little grin.
✞⛧ She also knows distraction is key, so she’ll start rambling about dumb things to make eating less stressful. “Okay, so hear me out—zombie cows. How would that even work?”
✞⛧ If you ever cry out of frustration with yourself, she wipes your tears away, kisses your forehead, and reminds you that healing isn’t linear.
✞⛧ “I love you no matter what. No condition, no expectation—just you.”
✞⛧ She has zero tolerance for anyone who makes you feel bad about yourself. She’ll throw hands if necessary.
✞⛧ Ellie constantly reminds you how strong you are, because she knows you are. “You’re fighting every day, and I think that’s fucking amazing.”
✞⛧ If you ever struggle with eating in front of others, she makes excuses to sneak away with you, finding a quiet place where you can just be.
✞⛧ She picks up on your tells—the way your fingers fidget when you’re anxious, the way your jaw tightens when you’re struggling. And she’s always there with a soft touch or a whispered reassurance.
✞⛧ Ellie believes in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself.
✞⛧ She never makes you feel like a burden. If anything, she considers it an honor to be someone you trust.
✞⛧ On your hardest days, she just sits with you. No pressure, no expectations—just quiet, steady love.
✞⛧ Ellie sees you. Not just your struggles, not just your pain—you, the person she loves more than anything.
✞⛧ And she’ll remind you of that every single day, in her own Ellie way—through bad jokes, lazy kisses, and that deep, unwavering loyalty of hers.
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when they find out you’re a mermaid
pairing: enhypen x f!reader g: fluff, est relationship warnings: cursing, pet names, kissing note: i’m literally writing an h2o inspired fic but i wanted to do this too hehe also i went crazy with sunghoon’s lmao
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LEE HEESEUNG
you didn’t expect to see your boyfriend in your secluded area on the beach, and unfortunately it was too late to hide your tail.
“hey baby i—” cue the shock.
you’re looking at him in fear, not knowing what he’s gonna do next. is he gonna scream? run? tell someone? but he doesn’t do any of those things, he just asks, astonished, “you’re a mermaid?”
when you nod, he just walks forward, sitting on his knees beside you. “how did this happen?” when you explain it to him, he’s amazed. “i never knew something like that was possible.”
“are you afraid?” you ask him. he shakes his head, “afraid? baby i think you’re the most magnificent thing i’ve ever seen.” and he just looks at you like he’s even more in love than he already was.
“can i touch it?” he asks, and you know he’s referring to your tail. you giggle and nod, and he wastes no time in bring a gentle hand to it. the scales feel smooth against his hand and he’s mesmerized.
you ask if he’s gonna tell anyone and he shakes his head vehemently, “no, never. i would never put you in danger like that.” and you know that you can trust him.
PARK JONGSEONG
you invited your boyfriend over to confess something that’s been gnawing at you for awhile.
when he arrives, he gives you the usual hug and kiss, but quickly realizes something serious is going on.
“what’s wrong babe?”
you say nothing, just taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom. while inside you sit on the bed, him following you.
“i have something to tell you… or rather, show you.”
you take the water bottle on your nightstand, open it, and pour just the smallest amount on yourself.
jay looks at you in confusion, but within seconds, you’ve transformed. it almost blinds it, the glowing light, but after it subsides, the first thing he sees is your tail.
“what the fuck?” he says, eyes wide and mouth open. “you’re a….mermaid?” as you tell him your story, he listens intently as he always does though he’s still shocked. once you finish, his mouth opens and closes like a fish, which you can’t help but find adorable. “are you mad?” you ask.
“no, i’m just… in awe i guess. i never thought mermaids were real but here you are.” he immediately promises that he won’t tell anyone to your relief and starts asking questions. as you show him your power, he looks like a kid in a candy shop.
“you’re amazing, i can’t believe my girlfriends a mermaid.” the giddy smile on his face makes you laugh.
SIM JAEYUN
you completely forgot that jake has a key to your apartment.
you don’t realize he’s inside until he’s barging into your bathroom while your mid-bath, in your mermaid form.
he jumps back, “what the fuck?”
you begin to stutter, trying to find something to say. “that’s a sick costume, why are you wearing it in the tub though?”
oh my god, you can’t help but laugh at his obliviousness. “it’s not a costume, jake. it’s real.” he blinks a couple times, looking like a confused puppy. “but mermaids aren’t real?”
“well, they are. and i’m one of them.”
he walks forward, running his hand along your tail and you can visibly see him shiver. “holy shit.”
once you explain how you became this way, he looks star struck. “so that pool really turned you, with the moon and everything?”
as you nod and answer more of his questions, him having comes to sit beside the tub on the toilet, you realize he’s not angry or upset. you voice this to him and he just gives you his signature smile, “of course i’m not angry. why would i be? i understand why you kept it from me.”
you relax, knowing you can trust him. within a few minutes he’s become obsessed with your tail. he’s continuously stroking it, amazed by the texture of the scales and the way your top is covered. you indulge him, feeling safe and relieved now that he knows.
PARK SUNGHOON
you knew you shouldn’t have come to this party. it’s a pool party for gods sake. you don’t belong near any pools. sunghoon is the one who invited you, it’s his party of course, why wouldn’t he invite his girlfriend? you should’ve came up with an excuse to miss it, but you didn’t want to disappoint him.
you figured as long as you stay covered from head to toe and stay away from the pool, you’ll be okay.
how wrong you were. not only are you getting questioning looks for your attire, your boyfriend being one of them, you can’t seem to get far away enough from the water.
“baby, are you okay? why are you wearing all that?” all that being layers and a long coat. you tell him you’re not feeling good and he pouts a little, “you could’ve told me, i would’ve understood.”
you know, but you didn’t want him to get suspicious.
without warning, two guys behind you suddenly lift you up, throwing you into the pool. your other friends that are there, manage to get everyone inside, locking them in with ice.
everyone except sunghoon.
as you turn, your worst fear comes to life as sunghoon looks at you in shock, or what you assume to be horror.
“what the hell is going on?” he says, backing away from the pool. you stutter as you try to explain, but you can hear the others trying to get back outside.
“help us sunghoon!” your friends beg, as they try to pull you out of the pool, but you’re too heavy.
he just stands there, frozen in place. you hold out your hand, “i’ll explain everything. just please, help me.”
your pleading eyes seem to snap him out of it, and then he’s helping pull you out of the pool onto the concrete. your friend quickly uses her power to begin drying your tail. it burns but you don’t complain.
when you’ve successfully changed back, you and the others rush out of there, not wanting people to question how you’re dry.
once away from the others, you explain yourself to sunghoon. the other girls backing you up. “are you upset?” you ask. sunghoon shakes his head, “not at all, just shocked and amazed. but don’t worry you’re all safe with me.” he takes your hand, kissing the back of it.
KIM SUNOO
you and sunoo have been dating for a few months and you’ve been trying to find a way to tell him you’re a mermaid.
you decide to take him to mako island, where you know no one else will see.
“i don’t understand why we’re here. you know i don’t like hiking.” he’s complaining and you can’t help but giggle at his attitude. you promise him you’re almost there, and once you reach the opening you send him down first, following afterward.
“i damn near broke my ankle! what are we doing down here?”
you lead him to the moon pool, and he looks around in awe. “what is this place?”
“that’s what i wanted to show you,” you say before gently lowering yourself into the moon pool. sunoo just looks at you confused and starts to talk, “why are you getting in the water—"
he’s interrupted by the bright glow of your transformation. once your mermaid form is visible, he gasps.
“what the fuck? what is this? what are you? you’re a mermaid?” his mouth is moving a million miles a minute, throwing out question after question.
you finally manage to calm him down and explain what happened. his widened eyes eventually soften, “oh baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner? i’d never be upset or betray you.”
“i know, i was just scared.”
“you never have to be scared with me, i’ll never hurt you.” with that, he leans down, giving you a kiss.
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon was the human equivalent of a nerd. his interest in mythology of all kinds amazed you.
his latest fascination, mermaids. he tells you all about their “possible” existence, sightings, origins, everything there is to know. which is why, when you finally decide to show him your other form, he’s more than ecstatic.
“i fucking knew it, i knew they were real! holy shit my girlfriends a mermaid!”
you answer all his questions, confirming and denying facts and misconceptions. once he’s finally calmed down and not so jittery, you ask him, “you’re not gonna tell anyone, are you?”
“and let them take you away to experiment on you and shit? no way! i’d never do that to you, i love you.”
you coo, “i love you more.”
you let him touch your tail, and he’s amazed by the luminescence of your scales. how they shine in the sunlight.
you tell him all about your abilities and power. showing him how you can manipulate water and speak to sea creatures.
“promise me you’ll take me swimming with you one time? i’d love to see you in action.”
NISHIMURA RIKI
riki was worried when you texted him, telling him you needed to talk. he expected the worst, that you were breaking up with him, not this by a long shot.
as he stares at your tail, his gaze unwavering, his face almost emotionless, you get nervous.
“riki, are you okay?”
he looks up at you finally, and just says, “you’re a fucking mermaid.” before going back to look at your tail.
you snort, “gee thanks for letting me know.”
he doesn’t even react to your sarcasm, just continues to stare.
“my girlfriends a mermaid. this is the coolest day of my life,” he says after a solid 5 minutes of silence.
you take his hand, bringing it to your tail to touch. he’s gentle, treating you as if you’ll break.
“this is the coolest day of my life,” he repeats.
you laugh, “we got that the first time. are you gonna tell?”
he shakes his head, “i don’t want anyone knowing about this except me. it’ll be our little secret.” he brings you forward for a kiss. letting you go, he jumps into questions, and you answer them all gratefully.
© AEWON 2024
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Don’t read this bc this is more cute aggression with mr sakusa and this is for me so
Also, yes, these are all things I’ve said to my niece in an act of cute aggression 💅🏼
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“I could rip your teeth out.”
“That’s nice, baby.”
Kiyoomi is used to you. It’s the only reason, you’re convinced, that he lets you do the things you do, say the feral things you say. Your methods of making him swoon were, arguably, cuter than he’d expect, and he openly tells you that when you used to get self conscious about it.
(“It’s not every day someone wants to squeeze me until I pop.”
“Well, now, it will be. Welcome to your life.”
He smirks, “well alright then.”)
It’s not a lie- he’s never had someone as openly affectionate as you, clinging to his arm at the grocery store, biting his muscles and neck when he’s trying to cook dinner (his teammates ask him constantly what things you two get up to- he doesn’t have the heart to tell them you bit him when he was making some tea) just doing anything and everything to bug him domestically.
Its… comforting, in a bizarre way. To know you find him absolutely intoxicating and addictive. He’s not entirely sure he’d change it.
Even now, when you practically have burrowed into his skin.
“I could kick you; how dare you be so cute?” You pout, laying your head on his shoulder restfully.
He chuckles and continues to scroll through his phone, “it’s strange- I’m so used to Komori being the cute one.”
You roll your eyes and snicker, “you’re so full of it, and you know you are. You’ve always been the cute one, shut the hell up.”
“Handsome, maybe, but never cute-“
In an instant, he’s cute off by your hand immediately darting towards his face. Your fingers fly up at his mouth, trying to grip his teeth. It’s something you don’t do often because he can’t stand it, but it seems like today, you’re on a mission to be as close to him as possible.
“Ah!” He snaps, turning his head away. You retract your hand as he gives you a scolding look. Immediately, you feel bad that the impulsive thoughts won, and you made him so mad. “We talked about that. Don’t do that.”
“But-“
“No. Do. Not. Grab at my teeth.”
You pout softly at the reprimand in his tone, mumbling a soft ‘I’m sorry’ as you settle back down, your head dipping to hide in the crook of his neck. He lets out a sigh and plops his phone on the side table and shuffle a bit.
“You know I like your cute aggressions…. Except that one. Of all the things you do, that’s the one I can’t tolerate babe, you know that.”
“You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” He says, absolutely teasing you and you giggle as you hide your face in his neck. “Is biting me not good enough? Is sniffing me until you can’t breathe not good enough now?” He interrupts his own preach by pecking kisses all over your cheek, holding you tighter as you start to squirm away. “Is coming into my shower not good enough now? Is dropping by extra desserts at practice not good enough? Is sucking hickeys on my cheeks not good enough?”)
You move your head away from his neck to giggle more and try to make an attempt away from his kisses, but this gives him real estate, and he decides to take it. He starts to give you a taste of your own medicine, biting at your cheek and ear and neck and fingers now pinching up your sides and ribs.
“Omi!”
“Is crawling into my lap while I’m on a zoom call not good enough? Is stealing my pillows from under my head when you’re sleeping not good enough? Is taking my clothes when you’re sick not good enough? Is picking. My nose. When I’m mad. NOT GOOD ENOUGH?”
Your struggles to get away from him are in vain, he’s got you gathered in his big arms, your head tossed back and feet kicking for a meek attempt at freedom. He peppers bites and kisses continuously on your neck, smiling against your skin as you scream and whine into the air.
“Are all these things so boring now and you have to grab my literal teeth?”
“Yes!” You titter, and while it does make him stop in surprise, he’s quick to smack the facade back on, pulling his head back to glare at you. You flash him some puppy eyes while you reach up to card the curls from his face, “I’m just obsessed with you… always need more ways to get under your skin.” You laugh as he sighs and leans his forehead against yours, clearly not caring half as much as he says, and taking gentle breaths against you. “I love bugging you.”
“Well, how could you not when you do such a good job?”
“I know right?” Once again, he lifts his head up to glare playfully at you, snickering as you continue to flash him the same innocent beam.
“Can you promise me you won’t grab my teeth anymore?” He asks, shifting a hand to lace with yours; he brings the knuckles of your hand up to kiss them, a way to show his affection and also, sort of, maybe, convince you to promise.
You sigh softly and let him kiss over your fingers, letting the comfortable silence between you both relish. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
He groans in faux agony, face crashing down to bury in your chest, and you cackle while he does, your arms tossing around his shoulders to keep him close.
“I hate you,” he grumbles.
“No you don’t. You eat this shit up and you know it.”
He sends a dirty look at you between his lashes before sighing and laying his head back down. “Don’t expose me.”
“That’s what I thought.”
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KINKTOBER (Reuploaded)
Ass Eating (Chris)
Request: Hi! Can you please do one where the reader is dating Chris and she wants to eat his ass and she’s nervous and brings it up to him and she does and he’s like all whiny!!
Warnings: Sub Chris, ass eating, anal fingering, major mommy kink, use of the name ‘baby’ a lot, soft dom reader, whiny Chris
a/n: so many of you guys are in my dms asking for this fic back so here it is. (comment if you want pegging matt to go back up next)
a/n2: i really don’t like how i wrote this one back then so please don’t leave any hate on it because i know a lot of people are going to hate this one
Y/n’s pov
I’ve been wanting to try something new with Chris but I’m really nervous to ask him. Not only because I’ve never done it before but also because it’s definitely something that’ll be out of his comfort zone and I don’t want him to get upset with me. We were both chilling on the couch when I unintentionally let out a frustrated sigh, “What’s wrong angel?” Chris asked sweetly. “I wanna try something new and different.” I replied vaguely, leading Chris to ask, “Like in bed?” he gave me a confused look. I felt my cheeks warm up and I was suddenly feeling nervous and embarrassed about what I wanted to try so I gave him a shy nod.
“Okay, so what is it babe?” he asked me, “You can’t make it weird if you don’t want to do it, okay? Just say no and I’ll never bring it up again, please promise me.” I pleaded with him. “Fine I promise.” he said with a laugh, taking a deep breath, I proceeded to ask him about this new thing. “Can I um- Can I please try to e-eat your ass?” I asked as my face flushed a deep red while his breath hitched. “O-Okay, um wow. You’re right th-that is something different, but I’m not necessarily opposed to it. Never had that done to me before.” Chris nervously gulped, scratching the back of his head.
Looking up at him, I too admitted, “I’ve uh- I’ve never done it before either. I just really wanna try it, it sounds really hot. We don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable though.” “It d-doesn’t make me uncomfortable, just n-nervous because it’s new.” he replied back. We were both quiet for a minute until Chris looked at me saying, “O-Okay let’s try it, but you gotta promise you’ll stop if I ask you to.” he chuckled nervously. “I promise, just tell me to stop and I will.” I smiled back at him, “Wanna do it right now? I’m kinda horny.” he asked with a shy grin and blushed.
I agreed considering Chris had taken a shower a few hours ago “Yeah, sure. Um- yes.” I said nervously. “Why are you nervous? I should be the nervous one.” Chris laughed as he grabbed my hand, helping me off the couch. “I don’t know, I just didn’t think you’d say yes.” I laughed back as we went down to his room. “Are you um like going to stick your fingers in me?” he asked nervously, “Do you want me to?” I asked back. “Kinda…” he blushed heavily, “Then yeah, I can do that if you get me lube. I don’t want it to hurt.” I told him. Chris grabbed the lube, tossing it at me, “Mkay, boss me around pretty lady, tonight you’re in charge.” he said with a wink.
“In that case, strip to your boxers for me and sit against the headboard.” I instructed him, Chris came over and gave me a sweet kiss, with a smile. “You’re kinda cute when you try to be bossy.” he giggled, taking off everything but his boxers and sitting against the headboard like I asked. I left my clothes on, which was spandex shorts and a crop top, “Why are you gonna be dressed?” he asked confused, “Because you’re the only one getting off tonight baby.” I replied.
“At least take off your shorts please.” I knew Chris was nervous and this was different for him, so I agreed and took them off. “Okay so we’re gonna start out like normal and makeout, then get to the fun part.” I joked as I sat on his lap. We made out for a bit before I started trailing my kisses down his neck, “Lay down on your back baby.” I told him. Obviously, Chris being Chris, he had to make another joke “Yes ma’am.” he said while saluting me like a soldier, resulting in an unamused look from me. “Not funny Chris.” “Sorry, it’s just cute. You know, you trying to sound dominant and shit.” he said with a cheesy smile.
Eventually complying, Chris laid back and I kissed all the way down to the waistband of his boxers. “Can I take these off babe?” I asked, trying to be nice but Chris just rolled his eyes. “Of course you can.” he said in a smart ass tone but quickly dropped his cocky attitude once he was fully naked. “You’re still okay with me doing this right?” I wanted to make sure because he looked really anxious. “Yes please.” Chris admitted, squirming when my hands ran up his thighs, “Are you ready baby?” I asked, just to be sure. “Y/n, just touch me please, I need it!” he begged me, which was really hot.
I started off by teasing him a little, kissing his thighs and licking his balls a bit, “This position might not be the most comfortable by the way. So if you don’t like it, let me know and we can try a different one.” I said while pushing his legs up. Chris seemed to already know what to do since he immediately grabbed onto the back of his thighs to hold his legs up and apart. With a bright pink blush across his face, he asked, “I-Is this good? Am I uh doing it right?” “Yes baby, you’re doing so good for me already.” I praised him.
I spread his ass cheeks apart and slowly starting licking around his rim a bit before gently placing my tongue on the center of his hole. I wasn’t really applying too much pressure yet, I was just slowly letting him get used to the feeling. Chris let out a small whine that he tried to cover up by clearing his throat when I poked my tongue into him slightly. I smirked to myself as I flattened my tongue and continued with my gentle licking all around his rim, even up towards his balls.
With my tongue still flattened, I started applying more pressure as I licked, especially on his taint. This action caused a loud whimper to fall past Chris’ lips before I went back down to circle his rim again. I was now using my thumb to massage his taint while slowly flicking just the tip of my tongue in and out of his hole. “Mmmm shit!” he whined when my movements sped up, Chris was loving this, writhing from the new pleasure he was feeling. I wasn’t really expecting what happened next, but honestly it just made my panties fucking soaked.
One of Chris’ hands came down to push my face deeper into his ass, pulling my hair in the process. “Fuck mommy! More, please! Need more!” he whimpered causing me to loudly moan against his ass. I pulled away after that and Chris look petrified of what I was going to say, thinking I was upset with him. “You want more babe? How about you be a good boy for mommy and try a new position?” I seductively asked while looking at him, “Please kiss me first” he asked shyly.
I don’t know why, but when I moved to hover over him for a kiss, I roughly grabbed his throat like he usually does to me. Choking him slightly, I smashed my lips down on Chris’ and I loved the needy moan he loudly let out into the kiss. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you baby?” I rhetorically asked, not expecting an answer. “Yours mommy! Your slut and good boy!” he whined needily, making me even wetter than I was before. “Mhm, can you get on your hands and knees for me baby?” I asked gently, still not entirely sure with what Chris was comfortable with.
He quickly flipped over into position, dick twitching when I spoke. “Look at you, such a good boy for me! Maybe next time you can sit on my face like a true slut.” I said while leaning over so my chest was against his back for a minute. “Please mommy, touch me!” Chris whined, which is my new favorite sound, “You’re so needy.” I teased as I moved back to be behind him. I pulled apart his ass cheeks and immediately went back to circling his puckered hole. I loved all the new noises coming from my, now submissive, boyfriend, they were so needy and hot.
Sticking my whole tongue in Chris was something new but neither of us were disappointed with the outcome. “Mommy! Mommy feels so good!” he cried, pushing himself back against my tongue more, making me moan against his ass. I could tell Chris was getting close to cumming soon, especially after I grabbed his pulsing cock and felt a significant amount precum leak out. “WAIT! WAIT I CAN’T CUM YET!” Chris yelled, pulling my wrist away from his cock and panting heavily.
“What, why?” I asked confused, pulling away. He flipped himself over onto his back again, “Want your fingers inside me remember?” he asked needily. “God, Chris! You’re so unbelievably sexy, did you know that?” I asked while rubbing up his sides, making him whimper. “I-I love when you talk to, and touch me like that, makes me feel good about myself.” he said quietly, pulling at my shirt. I took off my shirt off and started kissing all over his neck and chest, rubbing my hands across his body again, slowly moving towards his leaking cock.
I grabbed the lube as I sucked hickies into his skin, “Yes mommy, mark me so everyone knows I’m yours.” he whined. I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and slowly spread it around his hole, “Are you sure you want to do this baby? It might hurt a little.” I asked sincerely. “Please just fuck me with your fingers Y/n/n, I can’t wait any longer.” he begged in a whiny voice, “Okay, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were good.” I replied back. I slowly slipped one of my fingers halfway in, watching his face for any signs of discomfort before pushing in all the way in.
This caused Chris to let out a groan, “A second finger! I can take it, please mommy!” he whined, looking down at me. I added a bit more lube onto my two fingers before very slowly pushing them in together. “Is it okay to move my fingers yet baby?” I asked while rubbing my left hand across his body, “Mph, sl-slowly.” he replied, biting his lip out of discomfort. Soon enough, Chris was a whimpering mess, “Faster!” he whined at one point, causing me to move my fingers faster.
I slowly curled my fingers, causing Chris to scream when I hit his prostate. “YES— HOLY FUCK MOMMY! RIGHT THERE, DO THAT AGAIN!” he begged loudly, “Right here? Is that where it feels good baby?” I teasingly replied. “YES, YES PLEASE!” he cried out so I did it again, perfectly hitting his prostate, loving Chris’ whimpers and cries. My left hand was still roaming around his body, stopping at his cock, I ran my thumb over his slit to collect the huge amounts of precum that kept oozing out of it.
Honestly, I don’t know how but I just realized that I was extremely, and embarrassingly, close to cumming and I haven’t even been touched. This was all just so hot to me and I started to moan while kissing up his thighs. “M-Mommy? Wh-Why are you moaning?” Chris asked in a whine as a blush spread across his face. I looked at at him with hooded eyes, “Because your sexy moans and begging are about to make me cum untouched” I smirked.
I removed my hand from his cock, replacing it with my mouth and deep throating him. “That’s so fucking hot, I-I want you to cum so bad mommy! Fuck!” Chris whined, causing me to moan around his cock. Both of his hands came down to pull my hair, “I-I I’m gonna— FUCK YES MOMMY RIGHT THERE MMPH!” Chris whimpered as he came down my throat. I slowly pulled my fingers out and pulled off his cock with a pop before I was flipped onto my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked him softly, “You didn’t cum yet mommy, I wanna be a good boy and make you cum.” he replied while taking my panties off. The fact the Chris just got finger fucked for the first time and had an intense orgasm, but is still thinking about my pleasure, is so hot. He wasted no time before diving into eating me out, “Hold my head in place, push me deep into your pussy mommy.” is all he said before his face was between my legs.
I moaned loudly as Chris went straight to sucking on my swollen clit, flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue. I felt him slowly push a finger into me at a teasingly slow pace, “Baby, be a good boy and go faster for me, please.” I moaned while pulling his hair. I was so close already and when he not only went faster, but also added a second finger, I almost lost it. When I looked down, I not only saw Chris’ crystal blue eyes looking up at me, I saw a very erotic sight.
He was humping/grinding on the bed while eating me out, whining and moaning against my pussy. “Fuck, is my sweet boy getting himself off again, hmm? So sexy, you’re such a good boy for mommy, aren’t you?” I rhetorically asked, already knowing the answer. Chris just moaned in response, adding a third finger and sending me over the edge.
The vibrations from his moaning only intensified my pleasure, causing me to roughly grip his hair. “Oh fuck Chris! So good, letting me cum all over your face!” I cried out as he licked up all my cum. Once he was sure he got it all, Chris hovered over me and caught my lips in a sloppy make out, aggressively humping my thigh before cumming all over it.
“Was that good mommy?” he asked me, out of breath, licking his own cum off my body. “So good Chris, always such a good boy.” I praised as I pulled him to lay down with me. Chris adjusted his head so it was laying on my boobs and cuddled up around me, he was the little spoon tonight. “We- We can totally do that again, right?” he tiredly mumbled into my neck.
I laughed as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, “I thought that was obvious! Of course we can do this again, Chris…” I said sweetly. “As long as I get to hear you whine and beg like that, I don’t care what we have to do!” I added after, loving the way Chris squirmed around me. “Y/n/n, stop it.” he whined, I just went back to laughing and pulled him closer.
It was quiet for a few minutes until Chris kissed my neck. “Goodnight baby, I love you.” he said afterward, pulling the blankets up over us. “Goodnight handsome, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself tonight.” I replied back, kissing his sweaty forehead. With that being said, we both quickly drifted off to sleep.
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The Future
feat: harley quinn + f! reader
you wait patiently for your girlfriend to return home from her day out fighting crime. sometimes when she’s gone for to long you begin to get worried that she might have been caught, but then she returns. you and harley have been dating for quite a while, now with a little girl with you guys, you two felt like parents to a child you guys didn’t ask for yet. you didn’t mind to much, she was great company after all. you stayed home with her while harls was gone.
you had been thinking of wanting to marry harley, show her a life you knew she deserved. you talked to the group about it, with them supporting it. even cassandra agreed. all harley does is talk about the life she wanted with you in the future. so you bought a ring, it was beautiful, and you knew it would compliment harleys pale skin complexion really well. you had waited until the right time, which really was never. because you didn’t have the confidence to do it. you didn’t know how she would react to such a big change. married? you’re not sure if she’s ready for that yet, considering her past experiences. your thoughts became interrupted when you hear the front door of your apartment being opened. “hey guys, sorry that i’m late again.” harley says, she appears to also have two bags full of groceries with her, you get up to help her carry them to the counter. “hey babe.” she gives you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “hey harls.” she looks at you and noticed your energy was different. “what’s wrong hun?” “oh nothing. just a bit tired.” now harley was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. she knew something was up. “hun, i’m not stupid. tell me what’s wrong.” you rub the engagement ring in your pocket. you look down at the ground. “well harley, we’ve been together for a long time now, and i have a important question to ask you.” she doesn’t say anything but waits for you to continue. you then begin to get on one knee, grabbing the ring out of your pocket. “you made me the happiest i’ve ever been, and i was wondering and hoping if you would make me more happy and become my wife. will you marry me?” her black face turns into a smile as she claps her hands and spins around. “yes yes yes a million times yes. i’d love to marry you puddin!!” you then slide the ring on her finger pulling her into a hug and a deep love filled kiss. her hug was tight, almost to tight. but you loved every bit of it. after the hug you see harley’s eyes are watery. you couldn’t help but do the same as you felt the tears fall down your face.
cassandra looks at you two in disgust before leaving the room. “to the future harley. it’s gonna be bright.”
“only because you’re in it.”
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hey raz💘
i'm having a terrible headache and i've been having it since i woke up (it was like 6 hours ago), so i thought maybe i could get some quick sketch about how some of the doctors hEaL me... just thinking...
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I really hope you feel better soon. I’ve been on the receiving end of some lasting headaches myself. They’re very nasty. Hopefully these help comfort you a little
Okay, so Ten definitely just pulls some gummy worm that tastes like… a nebula star or something out of his never ending pockets and hands it to you like- “Headache? Oh no, no, no. Can’t have that. Here, eat this.” And when you do your headache just disappears. If you notice the purple swirls for a minute, don’t worry- that’s totally and completely normal. He thinks.
Eleven would force you to sit down in a chair and drink a big, tall glass of water. He’s also going to keep refilling it and arguing with the TARDIS every time you turn away. He makes an effort to do this quietly but it doesn’t really work.
Twelve tells you to suck it up and stop complaining. He had a headache the size of Jupiter once. But then he also brings you a cup of tea like it’s something he does all the time. He also turns his amps way down so it’s not too loud for you. If you notice the TARDIS lights dimming its just because he wanted mood lighting okay, that’s all. Nothing to do with you and your very human, very annoying headache.
Thirteen babies you almost to the point of you having to tell her to go away and do something useful. She brings you blankets, several teas from several planets, jugs of water and a cold compress. She coos and frets and checks your temperature with a concerned frown on her face. It’s very cute, but can also feel a little overstimulating at times. Especially because she’s such a talker, too.
Fourteen tuts and takes you by the hand, telling you he knows just the place. He also tells you how he knows he’s incapable of shutting his mouth and so will leave you alone for a few hours to get some peace. Then he leads you into this dark room in the TARDIS that just has a soft lounge and a dimmable window so you can watch the stars in the dark. The TARDIS puts on a low frequency hum that helps ease your headache away. He kisses your forehead, rubs your cheek and tells you to feel better soon and he’ll be back to check on you in a bit before he closes the door behind him.
Fifteen gives you a lopsided play-mocking expression and tells you that you need to be taking better care of yourself if you want to stick around to see all he has to show you. But he also turns the music way down in the console room and ushers you towards your bedroom. “Uh, uh, babes- no arguing. You, my dear, are going to lay down and not come out until your pesky little headache is gone. I’ll bring you some water, eh? Uh-uh, down. That’s it. Doctor’s orders.”
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Hey there ❤️💃 love your stories! Ben’s been my fav for a while now and his stories? *chefs kiss* So fun and sweet, I absolutely love the slightly angsty one AND cuddly sweet ones 🥰
And it got me thinking and lost in daydreaming… how about a Ben one where tennisplayer! reader TM is mad at him, like seriously angry at him because he messed up for whatever reason and he works hard to get reader back?? Is that weird??
PS: also super happy everything went well with your surgery!
Hi babe! Thanks for the love 💖 I’m so happy you’ve been enjoying the stories!! And thank you so much for the kind words, everything’s going great now 💕
Making Amends - Ben Shelton
It’s not like I go around comparing myself to her. She's his ex, sure, but she was supposed to be out of the picture. And I didn’t mind when her name came up, Ben’s past is his past, just like mine is mine. But today, when I found out why he wasn’t there at practice? That was different.
We had a session planned, something fun, just the two of us hitting on the courts before the next tournament. I’d been looking forward to it all week. It’s our thing, the way we connect beyond the relationship stuff. So when I showed up, racket in hand, only to find out he wasn’t coming, because he was with her?
That stung.
I didn’t even want to know what he was doing with her. Something about helping her move, or some other lame excuse. But all I could hear was that he dropped everything for Olivia without even bothering to let me know. And suddenly, I’m the last priority.
My phone buzzes again. I glance at the screen.
Ben: Please just talk to me.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, fingers hovering over the screen, unsure if I should finally give in and answer. I’m so angry, but at the same time, the silence between us is starting to feel unbearable. We’ve never gone this long without talking.
Before I can stop myself, I hit “Call.”
The phone rings twice before he picks up, voice breathless like he’s been running.
“Y/N?” His voice cracks a little when he says my name, full of hope and worry.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice low but sharp. I don’t waste time on pleasantries. There’s no point. “Why did you blow me off for her?”
There’s a beat of silence on the other end, just long enough to make my heart sink. He’s searching for the right words, but I’ve already run through a thousand things in my head, and none of them make me feel better.
“I didn’t blow you off,” he says finally. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Then explain it to me, because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that.”
I hear him exhale deeply, like he’s trying to calm himself down before he speaks. “I know it looks bad, and I’m sorry I missed practice. But Olivia needed help, and I thought it’d be quick. I should’ve told you. I should’ve texted-”
“You should’ve,” I cut him off. “But you didn’t.”
He’s quiet again, and I can picture him, running his hand through his curls the way he does when he’s stressed. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it,” he says softly, “because Olivia doesn’t matter. She’s just someone I used to know. I didn’t think you’d care.”
That’s what gets me.
“I do care, Ben. I care when you blow me off without a word. I care when you don’t even think I deserve to know where you are.” My voice cracks, the frustration and hurt all bubbling to the surface. “I care when you make it feel like she’s more important than me.”
“I swear, she’s not.” He’s quick to reply, panic creeping into his voice. “She’s not. It was just… bad timing. You know I’d never choose her over you.”
“I don’t know that,” I say, my throat tight. “Because it feels like you did.”
He breathes out a curse, and I can tell he’s pacing now, probably somewhere in his apartment, trying to figure out how to make this right. “I messed up, I know I did. But please believe me, I was just trying to be helpful. That’s it. There’s nothing going on with Olivia.”
I close my eyes, leaning back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. His voice sounds so sincere, but my mind is still spinning, replaying all the ways he didn’t choose me today. All the moments he could’ve told me and didn’t.
“What do you want me to say, Ben?” I ask, my voice quieter now, the fight starting to drain out of me. “That it’s okay? That I’m fine with this?”
“No.” His voice is firm, but gentle. “I don’t want you to just say it’s fine. I want you to tell me how I can make it right.”
I let out a shaky breath, pressing my fingers against my temple. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll do anything,” he says quickly, his voice softening. “I’ll make it up to you. Cancel whatever plans I have, make sure I never do this again. Just don’t shut me out, okay?”
I can hear the desperation in his voice, and for a moment, I wonder if maybe I’m being too harsh. But then I remember the empty courts, the way he didn’t show up for me today. I shake my head, even though he can’t see me.
“I just… I need some space right now.”
His silence feels heavy, like he’s holding his breath, trying to figure out what to say next. “Okay,” he finally whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll give you space. But I’m not giving up on us, okay? I’m going to fix this.”
I spend the next few days in this weird limbo, trying to sort out my feelings. Ben’s been good about giving me space like I asked, but the absence feels heavier than I expected. I miss him. But every time I think about texting him, that knot of frustration tightens again.
Then, on the third day, I find something waiting at my door.
A bouquet of flowers, wildflowers. There’s a note attached. I hesitate before picking it up, then unfold the paper carefully.
"I know I messed up. I just want to talk, please meet me at the courts? 7 PM. I’ll be waiting. - B"
I run my fingers over the handwriting, my chest tightening. It’s simple, but somehow, that makes it mean more. I know Ben, and I know that when he says he’ll be waiting, he will be, no matter how long it takes.
Part of me is still hesitant, the sting of our last conversation fresh in my mind. But I also know that if I keep pushing him away, I might lose him for real this time. And that scares me more than anything.
By the time 7 PM rolls around, I’m at the courts, the setting sun casting long shadows over the asphalt. My heart is racing as I spot him, standing there with his racket in hand, glancing around nervously. He sees me before I can even step onto the court, his brown eyes lighting up with relief.
“You came,” he breathes, walking towards me.
“I wasn’t sure if I would,” I admit, crossing my arms. “But I guess I’m here.”
He nods, swallowing hard like he’s trying to figure out where to start. “I know I messed up. I know I should’ve told you about Olivia, and I hate that I hurt you. You didn’t deserve that.”
I stare at him, trying to keep my face neutral, even though my heart is aching. “So why didn’t you?”
Ben lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t think it was a big deal at the time. But I get it now. I made it feel like you didn’t matter, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. You’re everything to me. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard, and before I can stop myself, the wall I’d built around my heart starts to crumble. I drop my arms, looking down at the racket he’s holding.
“You brought the rackets,” I say quietly.
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Thought maybe we could practice, like we were supposed to. No interruptions this time. I promise.”
I bite my lip, the tension slowly leaving my body. I missed this, him, us, the way we understand each other even in the middle of all the mess. I take a deep breath, letting the last bit of anger slip away.
“Okay,” I finally say, stepping onto the court. “Let’s see if you can keep that promise.”
Ben’s smile widens, and I can tell he’s trying to hold back the excitement as he hands me a racket. “I’ll do more than that. I’ll prove to you I can be better.”
We play for a while, the rhythm of our movements familiar and comforting. Every hit feels like a small piece of the puzzle falling back into place, and slowly, the tension between us starts to lift. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.
After an hour or so, I’m panting, bent over my knees, laughing as Ben grins at me from across the net.
“You still mad at me?” he asks, his voice teasing, but there’s a flicker of hope in his eyes.
I straighten up, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “I was pretty mad, yeah.”
“And now?”
I pretend to think about it, dragging out the silence just long enough for him to shift nervously on his feet. Then, I smile, really smile, for the first time in days. “I think you’re starting to make it up to me.”
He drops his racket and jogs over to my side of the net, eyes bright with relief. “Good, because I’ve got a lot more making up to do.”
Before I can reply, he pulls me into his arms, holding me tight like he’s afraid to let go. I wrap my arms around his waist, breathing in the familiar scent of him, and for the first time in days, I feel like everything might just be okay again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into my hair. “I’ll never put you in that position again.”
“I know,” I say softly, resting my head against his chest. “I believe you.”
He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his brown eyes full of warmth and love. “You do?”
I nod, smiling up at him. “Yeah. I do.”
Ben grins, that boyish smile I fell in love with, and leans down to kiss me,soft, sweet, and full of all the promises I know he’ll keep.
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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ A present for Chifuyu
preview. chifuyu comes home to a very surprising, yet satisfying Christmas gift, featuring a red ribbon <3
ft. Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader
wc. 1.4k
W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering, pet names, oral (f!receiving), fem bodied reader, nipple play
an. Merry early Christmas Nie 💖🥺🎄! This is my present to @fuyuluvr for the @enchantedforest-network secret Santa event! I loved writing this as a gift!! It was so much fun! Plus, I’ve never written a full fanfic for mister Chifuyu Matsuno! So this was super fun to do <33 I hope you enjoy it honey <3 and all the my fuyu lovers out there, I hope you enjoy too! Also, shoutout to @benkeibear for the adorable Christmas themed headers hehe, they are SO cute 💖🎄
Feedback, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3
“Babe?” Chifuyu returned home after what felt like the longest day he’d ever experienced. People had been annoying, the pets had been annoying, Baji made him almost walk out a time or two.
He had been excited to come home to you. You, his calm. You, the warm embrace he always looked for, even if it hasn’t been a long stressful day. So he couldn’t even help but pout a little when he didn’t hear or see you instantly in the apartment. He huffed to himself, slipping his shoes off when he finally perks up. There’s a shuffling from your room.
“Baby?” He called again, smile coming to his face as he makes haste to the bedroom.
“Cmere, fuyu.” You called to him. “I need help”
“Oh yea? What’s up baby? Is everything oh—“
His words fall flat as he swings the door open. He’s left in a stunned silence, his hand still on the knob as he stares at you.
You, his pretty girl. Sprawled out on the bedroom for him. You’re wearing a new set, one he did not recognize but very much enjoyed.
Because it wasn’t much material at all. Rather a red ribbon seemed to be curled and wrapped around your body. It covered your most intimate parts, wrapped over your hips and over your slit. Hugged around your waist and conveniently covering your perked nipples. Tied off and finished around your wrists loosely, keeping them held together in front of you. You blink your lashes at him bashfully, innocently even. As if you weren’t basically naked and waiting to be unraveled.
“Hi~” your voice is in a purr, and when you notice the blush start to form on the tips of Chifuyu’s ears, the way his black jeans already start to tent, the way his Adam’s apple bobs roughly, you can’t even help but let out a breathy laugh.
“I got you an early Christmas present~”
“And it’s the best gift I could receive” Is Chifuyu’s response. His voice is already lowered, lust swirling in his pupils. He doesn’t wait another moment to pounce you, his lips crashing against your own in a kiss that takes your breath away. With a palm cupped on the back of your neck he lowers you to the bed, never once breaking the kiss as your back comes into contact with the plush comforter of your bed.
When Chifuyu does finally pull back you’re both panting, a string of drool connects both of your swollen lips to one another, both your cheeks with a matching shade of light flush that has him grinning, shamelessly licking up the string of saliva only for the rest of it to snap back against your chin.
After a kiss like that the ribbon is already struggling to do its job. The delicate material has lower on your breasts, slipped right off your nipples that perk up as if beckoning Chifuyu in. And he hears their call, his fingers swirling around them methodically, slowly, his thumb joining in to apply pressure to the nub just so he can see your back arch for him.
“Such a pretty little present…” he murmurs, this time, it’s more to himself, pupils blown wide with his lust as he pinches one of your nubs, toying with the rose bud, and in turn you make the sweetest little noises for him.
“Fuyu…” you whimper, lips in a slight pout and he knows exactly what that means. You want more from him, need more. And he is more than happy to give you what you need. He confirms that with one more kiss to your lips, while he takes your bound hands and places above your head. You grip the sheets without him having to ask, bat your lashes in obedience and in reward he smooths his palm over your pussy. The red ribbon that was once covering your slit is soaked through, tucked between your swollen lower lips. It makes Chifuyu smirk to himself because your sweet little pussy is already sucking in anything it can get, how cute.
You’re so sensitive, so excited that when he pulls the ribbon from your pussy and it grazes along your clit you gasp, eyes glassy with desire that Chifuyu takes in stride. “Need me so bad, hm?” His voice holds that kind of mock sympathy he knows you love, the tone that makes your pussy lips quiver and hole clench up. You nod, “mhm’s” pooling off your lips as he collects your slick with his middle and ring finger. “Anything for my pretty present.” He reassures, finally sinking his fingers inside when they’re fully coated in your arousal.
He pushes right in to his knuckles with little resistance from your cunt. Your eyes flutter from the feeling, the ribbon now laying limp over your body, basically unwrapped and leaving you naked and flushed and needy under his knowing touch. His grin stays plastered on his face, his free hand cupping the back of your neck to make sure he always has a view of your pretty face while his fingers create a steady rhythm.
In and out, in and out. He stretches the two apart and you mewl, he curls them upwards and your lips hang open, drool threatening to pool down your chin.
Your voice is babbles, pleas, moans for “oh, yes, more, good, fuyu, baby—!”
“You’re so pretty when you fall apart for me, darling…” he murmurs his words, a sigh to them almost because he’s admiring you with every twitch, every cry of pleasure. When he can start to hear the squelch of your cunt he picks up his speed, one of his legs hooked over your to keep it spread for him, keep it from trembling less as he works you into a haze that really has you drooling now.
“Tell me you love me baby.” It’s low, a command that make your eyes open up, glossy and devoted. He knows you hear him because your pussy hugs his fingers first as a confirmation before your words follow. “I love you, baby I love you, love you fuyu so much~” it’s a melody that makes Chifuyu’s cock so hard in his pants, makes his heart squeeze so tight and then burst into flutters.
He was so lucky.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He murmurs his words up against your lips, kissing you over and over, lulling you towards your release which he knew was coming. He could tell from the telltale signs. Your cunt squeezing his knuckles, sucking them in and holding them tight. You’re slick, which now leaked out of your needy hole and down his palm, over his wrist. Your hitched breathing, tensed up abdomen. With his fingers curling once more, focusing on that sweet, spongy spot within your walls he smiles against your mouth, breath mingled with your own.
“Let go honey. Be good, let go for me.”
And you do just as you’re told, all while holding his gaze. You gasp, body frozen at the pinnacle of your orgasm before the pleasure comes crashing down around you. You cry out “thank yous” and “Chifuyu’s” as your pussy pulses over his fingers, a steady stream of slick leaving you as your release makes you blink pleasurable tears from your eyes. And Chifuyu works you through every step of the way, with petting fingers, kisses along your tear streaked, warm cheeks. It’s only when your pussy finally stops clenching that he pulls he fingers free.
And he sucks on them shamelessly. He moans at your taste, lapping at his own digits while you try to collect yourself, regain your breathing to its normal pace, stop your body from trembling with pleasure.
You don’t even notice when Chifuyu moves. Suddenly his hands are hooked under your thighs and he’s pulling you forward along the bed. You can’t help but yelp gently, followed by a fucked out giggle when your ass lifts from the mattress, your legs held firm over his shoulder as his nose nuzzles lovingly against your swollen clit.
It makes your arousal smear all over his face, but neither of you seem to care. “M’not done with you yet.” He murmurs, and his words this time are directed to your cunt. You just stare at him, dazed, smiley and giddy as his tongue leaves a long, slow, fat strip along your pussy. You just know your “present” worked, and you’ll be getting his attention all night long <3
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Hi :)
I finished Oz just a few days ago and I already miss them :( but I‘m so glad I found your blog! I love your writing and everything! 🫶🏼 and I have a bit of a weird request. Could you write something on how the Latinos (Miguel, Chico, hint hint (the others too)) would react if y/n would ask them to help them learn Spanish? (I don’t speak Spanish but I love listen to Miguel when he does.) If they would help them or not and if so, how they would try to teach them. You can add the Italiens if you want. But if you don’t feel anything of it, or if you think it’s shitty, you don’t have to write it, of course!
I hope you have a wonderful day/night and thank you for everything you already did on your blog :)
Literally stop having better ideas than me everyone!! Also thank you for your kind words. I’m trying to get back into things. I miss Oz as well. It’s the show that helped me find myself. So yes I’d love to do this request and yeah I’m gonna add the Italians in a later post because this one is long but also Jia and Adebisi and Stanislavsky later because I think all of them would have strong reactions to you speaking their mother tongue.
I’m poly lingual (English, Italian, and some Spanish, Korean, Yoruba, and Scottish Gaelic), and believe you me, I’ve had my share of international lovers and the look on their face when they realize you’ve been trying to learn their culture is like an insanely hot realization.
Miguel
Miguel and you are chilling on the couch, and Miguel starts laughing at something on his phone. You ask what and he replies it’s a Spanish meme. He tries to translate but it’s idiomatic and hard for a foreigner. The next day you’re both in bed waking up, staring at each other.
“Hey… could you teach me Spanish?”
“…?”
“Like… I don’t know… I’d like to talk to you in Spanish and I keep trying to learn on my own and I’m getting nowhere.”
“…you’ve been trying to learn on your own?”
“Yeah, but I’m shit right now. I still don’t understand a damn thing you say.”
Miguel chuckles deeply with that rough morning gravel. He leans forward and kisses you on the nose.
“Sure, babe. Sure.”
“Like… now?” You ask, and he’s smirking all over again. He pulls you so that your back is to him in bed, and he’s spooning you, face in your neck.
“¿Puedo ir al baño? Is can I go to the bathroom? Donde es is where is, cuanto-“
“No… I mean thank you… but like… maybe something I can use specifically with you?”
Another throaty chuckle.
“Okay, try this; buenos días, mi amor.” (Good morning, my love).
You say it and he gets this little electric sparks through his fingertips. He keeps teaching you.
“Say; te adoro.” (I adore you.)
When you do, his spine tingles. It’s overstimulating. Like those words just turned a key inside him and hit all the right spots. He tries something else, mumbling this one into your neck as he desperately kisses it.
“Say; Nunca volverás a estar solo.”
You do, and he immediately told you over and starts kissing over your body, rolling his own naked flesh in yours. It’s too much. You don’t even ask what you said.
(You’ll never be alone again.)
He makes little flashcards for you and tapes them all over the house like his mom did to make sure they didn’t become no sabo kids. You learn the command “en español” really fast. A few months later and Miguel takes you to his favorite Cuban restaurant, and lets you order for both of them. The waiter answers you in English, as you’re clearly struggling, but Miguel says;
“En español, por favor.”
And makes everyone speak only Spanish around you. He doesn’t care that they’re giving him looks. You’re learning and it’s too cool to watch.
He’s legitimately so proud when you ask for the bill correctly and roll your rs. Just beaming. He’s also so touched you wanted to learn this for him. Just makes him glow for months.
“Te amo, Y/N.”
“Te amo, Miguel.”
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Chico
Chico is a BIG Spanish guy. Huge on his heritage, proud to be Latino. (In my mind he’s Mexican. There’s no reason for this other than I’m in love with Otto Sanchez and I grew up near Mexico so that particular brand of Latino culture is close to my heart.) He always has you try his food and listen to his music and such. You get into a really heated argument one night. Nothing too important, but he’s a hothead and good at bringing out the anger in others so… this was where you were at. When he gets passionate, in love or war, he finds himself snarling in Spanish at his opponent/lover. He shouts;
“¡Deja de ser tan jodidamente dramático!” (Stop being so fucking dramatic!)
Your face goes red and you reply:
“¡No puedes hablarme así!” (You can’t talk to me like that!)
His cheeks flush and his heart stops. It takes him a second to recover, if he’s honest. He thinks for a second and then turns to you.
“What did I say?”
You stare at him angrily for a moment, and respond with total seriousness.
“I don’t know. I just know you can’t talk to me like that.”
You two stare each other down for a solid minute before his face broke into a goofy smile and he’s cracking up so hard he can barely stand. Your anger melts away too. He’s got such a handsome laugh. When he composes himself, you finally sit down and talk like adults.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?”
“Soaps, mostly. I like it when they get angry and shout like that.”
He’s laughing again, completely forgetting what had you two arguing in the first place. You hold his hand and play with his fingers.
“I really don’t like that I can’t understand you.”
“I know.” He sighs, and pulls you close. “I’ll stop speaking so much Spanish around you.”
You shake your head and tell him you don’t want that either. You just want to understand him. So you ask.
“Couldn’t you like… I don’t know… teach me some? Like I know it’s complex and I don’t expect to be fluent immediately but goddamn a few words of phrases here and there wouldn’t hurt.”
It’s too bad he’s not a more touchy feely guy because his heart is so fucking full at the moment. Just absolutely bursting with admiration for you. He says of course and your lessons start right then and there.
“Kiss me is bésame, hold me is abrázame, and fóllame is fuck me. Any questions?”
“Couldn’t you teach me like how to say my name and address or something?”
He gives you a look like are you fucking serious right now like which ones are we gonna use more often. You sigh and smile.
“Fóllame.”
Damn if one simple phrase didn’t get his blood fucking boiling right there. It’s almost hard for you to learn Spanish, because every time you speak it, Chico jumps your bones like he’s dying and your genitalia has the cure.
He teaches you through mostly sexual phrases lol. You can’t really speak to anyone without an NC-17 rating.
You’re about two months into your lessons. You go to Chico’s work to surprise him with lunch. You do this from time to time, but today is special, unbeknownst to Chico. He comes out and greet you with the usual kiss, and leans in as always to smell your perfume/cologne. You take your opportunity.
“Te traje dos regalos... almuerzo y sexo. ¿Cuál quieres primero?” (I brought you two gifts; lunch and sex. Which one do you want first?)
His eyes go wide, and he almost knocks the food out of your hand pushing you into the wall and devours you with his kisses.
He takes the rest of the day off. You basically crippled his cock by speaking his language.
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Carlos
Mayyyyyube not the most touchy feely guy lol. I think as a partner he’d soften a little but not by much. But he’s yours, and that scraggly gruff exterior didn’t stop you.
It’s a regular night out. You’re both walking to his favorite taco stand, just getting a bite. You love the street corn there and ask him to order you some, knowing this place is the real deal and the menu was entirely in Spanish. He nods and places your order when your turn comes. He just talks to the owner and you’re standing there a little awkwardly. You make out one word though that you definitely understand; (gringa/gringo or insert cultural slam here). What hurts most is you don’t hear Carlos say anything to your defense. You’re sort of wilting the whole rest of the night. He’s asks you several times what’s wrong. You don’t tell him. You just don’t know how.
You’re both home and getting ready for bed. You decide to test him.
“Carlos?”
“Hmm?”
“What does [redacted] mean?”
He pauses for a second and you’re really hoping he makes the right choice.
“Just a word for non-Latinos.” Was all he said, and your heart sank a little. He notices and comes over to you. “What?”
“I know what it means, Carlos.”
“Oh.” Was all he could think to say. “Wanna talk?”
You’re smiling a little at his clumsy attempt at being a decent boyfriend.
“Is that what you think of me?”
“It’s what you are.” He said before he could think to say anything else. “C’mon, Y/N, you’re not exactly Rita Moreno/Desi Arnaz.”
“So help me.”
“…huh?”
“Teach me Spanish.”
“Like all of it?”
“Enough to make that fucking taco guy shut his mouth.”
He barks out a laugh and tells you sure. He’s all about an elaborate revenge plan.
You get to the taco stand about a month later. You’ve been practicing the whole time. You get to the queue and the owner looks over you and directly at Carlos.
“¿Qué le gustar��a?” (What would you like?)
You step forward, Carlos’ hand on there small of your back, not saying a word.
“Dos tacos de carne asada para mi novio, un taco de pollo y un krder si maíz callejero para el [redacted] y dos cocas para compartir, por favor.” (Two roast beef tacos for my boyfriend, one chicken taco and an order of street corn for the [redacted] and two cokes to share, please.)
The vendor looks at you, then Carlos, who is beside himself smiling, and then back at you. He nods and begins working. You beam at Carlos who is smoking his cigarette proudly.
So when he gets home the next night, he throws his keys in the bowl and grabs a beer from the kitchen to make himself a drink, and you appear behind him like the beer fairy, holding a michelada you just made. He’s a little stunned, but thanks you, winking at you as he leaves that;
“Te follaré muy fuerte más tarde.” (I’m gonna fuck you so hard later.)
You smirk as his back is to you, and you say;
“Eso espero”. (I hope so.).
He stops in his tracks and turns on his heel.
“Say it again.” He commanded, so you did, a little scared but more turned on at the moment.
He just sets down the michelada and walks over to you, picking you up over his shoulder roughly, and walks to the bedroom.
“Fuck this later shit” was all he said in English for hours.
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Carlo
Awww. Good boy needs a hug. He’s also such a doting boyfriend. Like such a good guy. No notes. You’re just having one of those beautiful nights in that never go on as long as they should but somehow go on just long enough. You’re dancing to some silly Christmas song in the kitchen. It’s hardly Christmas yet but damn did he need a pick me up. This one is We Need A Little Christmas. He has it on top volume, swaying with you and spinning you when necessary. He doesn’t sing but you’re loud enough for both of you.
“Merry Christmas, Carlo.”
“Feliz navidad, mi amor.” (Merry Christmas, My Love)
“How do you say ‘present’?”
“Regalo.”
“Well, then, I have an early regalo for you.” You show him the little trinket you got for him. It’s an ornament that says: “con amor, Y/N”. He smiles and gives you one of those strong kisses that takes you a minute to recover.
“I also got a regalo for myself.” You say slyly, and he’s fully expecting you to pull out some kind of sex you, when it’s a book that says Spanish for Beginners. He asks you what it is.
“So you can teach me Spanish. We’ll do like a lesson a night or something. Start slow. I just want to be able to thank your mom for raising such an awesome son.”
Baby boy has tears in his eyes. Like he’s so genuinely and positively touched that you want to share something that important with him. He makes love to you all night, telling you what a thoughtful and loving person you are (but if his friends ask he fucked you raw). You do little lessons here and there together, until you can do words and then sentences. Then you have little conversations in Spanish that turn into long ones. Until he’s able to explain to you how he feels about you and have you understand it.
You go to Christmas that year with his family and find his mom in the kitchen alone.
“Señora Ricardo?”
“Oh! Hi, Y/N!” She greets you, giving you a little hug as always.
“I wanted to tell you something.”
“Go on, mija/mijo.”
You take a deep breath and give it a go.
“Quería agradecerte. Gracias por Carlos. Criaste a un hombre increíble.” (I wanted to thank you. Thank you for Carlo. You raised an amazing man.)
She stops for a second before her eyes water and she pulls you into a deep hug. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement. Carlo is in the doorframe looking as happy as you’ve ever seen him. Looking so at peace with the world.
That night, you say goodbye and go home with Carlo. He’s driving silently in the car, as you watch the stars outside. He breaks the silence by speaking something to you in Spanish.
“Necesito que sepas esto; lo eres todo para mí. Todo. Y todo lo que tengo es tuyo. ¿Entiendes eso?”
You’re halfway asleep, and mumble;
“That’s nice. What does that mean?”
(I need you to know something; you’re everything to me. Everything. And everything I have is yours. Do you understand that?)
“…nothing.” He says with a small smile.
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Raoul
Y’all I don’t decide what the pussy likes. She’s an enigma and apparently has a thing for five foot nothing pushing forty Latino daddies at the moment so without further ado…
You’re El Cid’s… something. No one really knows what they are to him. They just are. So you act like one of those fish that preens the shark. It’ll never harm you. It needs you. He likes talking in Spanish around you. You never understand and it lets him have some anonymity in your relationship.
“…El Cid?” (Yes he still makes you call him that.)
He grunts in response, not looking up from his paper. He’s checking the obituaries, you notice, and not sadly.
“Do you think you could teach me some Spanish?”
Now you have his attention. He looks up from his paper.
“Why?”
“Because I want to understand you more.” You answer honestly. That’s the part about you he finds most ridiculous, your honesty. He thinks for a second, not ready to give up his edge. He suddenly has an idea.
Look, he’s full of himself but he has eyes. He understands he’s not Ryan Gosling. And he also had eyes to see that other people want you. Want to take you away from him. He’s certainly not going to listen to T-Swift on repeat if you break up, but damn would he like to keep you around. He smirks and leans over to you.
“How about some phrases to start?”
You nod vigorously, having no idea what he has in mind.
“Aléjate de mí.” (Get away from me.) He has those unkind eyes on full blast now. “It means ‘let’s hang out’.”
You nod and start taking notes on your phone. You don’t notice he’s trying not to lose his head.
“Vete a la mierda.” (Go fuck yourself- idiom) He repeats it for you so you get every syllable. “It means ‘let’s have coffee’.”
“So… mierda is coffee?” (Mierda is shit)
He chokes back a laugh and nods.
“Una mierda, por favor.” (One shit, please.) You pretend to be ordering at a restaurant. Now he actually does crack up but when he composes himself, he tells you it was just your pronunciation that got him.
After a few more lessons, you’re excited to be taken around his friends. You’re really eager to try out the Spanish you learned. You’re hanging around the other guys, saying the phrases you knew before El Cid, like Hola and ¿Como estás?. The others pretend to be impressed with your Spanish to appease Raoul. Some suave younger gentleman comes up to you, not knowing you and El Cid are an item. No one automatically pairs you together anyway. You understand he’s flirting but have no interest in leaving your honey. He chats you up, and you mention you’ve been studying Spanish.
“¿Quieres ir al comer?” (Would you like to go eat?)
“¡Vete a la mierda!” (Go fuck yourself!) you respond with enthusiasm, happy to have made a new friend. He quirks his brow and asks.
“¿Qué dijiste?” (What did you say?) he asks incredulously. Raoul smirks into his tequila and lets the conversation run its course.
“Dije que eres un miserable gusano y ya le pertenezco a papi.” You think you said ‘I said you seem nice, my boyfriend can come too’. What you actually said was (I said you’re a miserable maggot and I already belong to Daddy). Now Raoul walks up and puts an arm around your waist, smiling confidently at the man trying to court you. The man walks away dejectedly and Raoul turns away and leads you with him, having already marked his territory.
You can’t seem to understand why none of your phrases ever result in a nice friend.
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Enrique
Enrique rarely spoke Spanish around you. He knew you couldn’t understand anyway, so why waste anybody’s time? But he did have a sense of pride in himself as a Latin man. Thought of himself as inherently more passionate about life. So you two are on a date; fanciest restaurant he could afford, which is already a lot. You’re giving each other the fuck me eyes over the table. Enrique picks up your hand and kisses the top.
“Enjoying your night?”
“Enjoying the company more.” You reply with a smile, trying some of the insanely expensive canapés before you. Enrique grins at you genuinely. What’s the point of being top dog if you can’t spoil your loved one?
He gets a call on his phone suddenly and when he checks the ID, he sighs and tells you it’ll only be a minute. You’re not bothered. You have some understanding of his work and know why he can’t talk to you about it. He answers the phone and you sip some of your wine when your ear perks up.
“Escucha, pedazo de mierda, si ese paquete no llega al destinatario antes de la medianoche de hoy, tu próxima misión será conseguir un tambor de ácido en el que pueda disolver tu cuerpo. ¿Entendido?” He hisses into the phone, and hangs up with a huff. His eyes are stony now, and he angrily takes a sip of the wine in front of him. He notices the silence. You haven’t said a word. “Darling? Something wrong?”
“…I… I guess I just don’t hear you speak Spanish that often.” You mused, still looking him over. “What did you say?”
Enrique flushes.
(Listen, you piece of shit, if that package doesn't reach the recipient before midnight tonight, your next mission will be to get a drum of acid in which I can dissolve your body. Understood?)
“Um… just told an employee of mine that I had a new task for him.” He lies by omission, still sipping his Cabernet Sauvignon. You’re still looking. “Why?”
“I don’t know… you seemed angry.”
He tries to deflect but god help him he didn’t expect your next words.
“It was kind of hot.”
He’s taken aback a little. He’d been called slurs so many times, he’d forgotten Spanish was a Romance language. He’d not realized his unknown threats had gotten you hot and bothered. He quirked a brow at you.
“Really?”
“Yeah… could you teach me a little? Just so I can understand some basic romantic stuff?”
“…really?”
You nod, and smile at him over the candles. You look so perfect and happy that he can’t believe his eyes. Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine his partner wanting to learn Spanish for him. He’s as touched as Morales can be.
“Sure.” He acknowledges but adds a second after, “anything particular in mind?”
“Can you tell me how to tell you that you’re handsome?”
He chuckled a little, because you sort of just did, but he tells you anyway.
“Eres muy guapo.” He replies. “It just means ‘you are handsome’.”
“Hmm… I’d like to compliment you more creatively.” You giggle. He smiling now too. Something about your genuineness just always amuses him. Life for him is always the game, always the hunt. With you, he can relax a little.
“Okay, say this; Eres devastadoramente sexy.”
He coaches you through how to say it.
“What’s it mean?”
“‘You’re devastatingly sexy’.”
You giggle at his ego but you love the lesson.
“Can you teach me how to say ‘I adore your eyes’?”
“Adoro tus ojos.”
“And ‘you’re the man of my dreams’?”
“‘Eres el hombre de mis sueños.’”
“And ‘I can’t wait to make love to you tonight’?”
“‘No puedo esperar para hacerte el amor esta noche’.”
“And-“
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, stop. I can only get so aroused.” He breaths and you laugh loudly, drawing too much attention from other tables. When they give you a look, Enrique demolishes them with his eyes. After you collect yourself, Enrique still smiling at you, you lean forward and ask one more question.
“How do you say…” you whisper something into his ear that makes him audibly growl and paw at your hands. He tells you how to say it, so you pull him close and say it into his ear.
“Fóllame tan fuerte que solo pueda gritar tu nombre.”
(Fuck me so hard that I can only scream your name.)
Enrique quickly gathers your belongings and is rushing you into the car waiting outside. His driver can only pretend not to hear the bestial things occurring in the backseat.
#hbo oz#oz meme#chico guerra#miguel alvarez#enrique morales#carlo ricardo#carlos martinez#Raoul Hernandez#el cid#fuck me this was fun#plus I got to practice my Spanish lol#only the brain rot phrases tho#genuinely enjoyed this ask and already working on the other bilingual boys#Hope y’all enjoyed because I got whiplash going from Carlo to Hernandez lol#like can you say total opposites lol#and also the more asks I get involving Enrique#the more my pussy lusts for that evil son of a bitch#y’all just awaking things inside of me like stop
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If you’re taking sleepy otp prompts, can i request #3 (A snores loudly. B can't sleep and is torn between being annoyed and thinking A is cute when they snore) and/or #9 (A talks in their sleep, B can't get enough of it) for stris? I love your fics sm😭
happy new year!
yes, my dear, you can! i went with #3, although i do have an idea for #9 as well, so that might be coming? maybe? but i loved #3 so much, and this was a joy to write, so thank you thank you! please enjoy under the cut:
ordinary love
also on ao3 or ffn
Street isn’t used to sleeping in silence. All his life, he’s slept with some degree of background noise—and some degree of needing to be alert—that’s kept him from sleeping restfully at all. It’s not until he’s curled up with Chris in her queen bed, underneath the thickest comforter he’s ever felt, with her even breathing and comforting warmth next to him, that he begins to understand what it means to truly sleep.
Begins. Until the clock turns to a quarter past two, and he’s pulled from slumber by a low rumbling. It starts soft, then grows slightly louder, and then eases away again like a wave. But it’s repetitive, sometimes accented with a slight whistle at the bottom, and he almost can’t believe it when he cracks his eyes open and realizes the source.
Maybe his past is why he never noticed it in the bunk room at HQ, or maybe because she wasn’t really sleeping deeply there, either, but it’s undeniable now. Chris Alonso snores.
Huffing a gentle laugh, he rolls back onto his side and closes his eyes again. Mystery solved, he manages to fall back asleep within a few minutes. He doesn’t bring it up the next day, just shakes his head when she asks why he has that look in his eye like he has a secret, and silences her suspicion with a languid kiss.
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But the snoring only gets worse as fall turns to winter that wears on like a dry, scratchy sweater. He finds himself waking to her hot breath right against his ear, and is unable to get back to sleep without unwinding their bodies and sticking earplugs in to muffle the noise. Nights he gets home late, he hears it from the bathroom, breaking any idea of a peaceful sleep that he had. He thumbs at the foam plugs until they’re soft enough to push in his ears, then slides in next to her.
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“You look tired.” Chris says, eventually, her eyes unhappy as she notices the dark circles under his.
“It’s nothing,” Street brushes her concern off, flipping the eggs. “Just haven’t been sleeping well.”
“You’ve been sleeping here for weeks. Why didn’t you say anything? Are you too hot, is it the mattress?”
“Uh, no,” he treads lightly. “It’s really nothing.”
“Great, then tell me, so we can fix it. I don’t mind, really. I’ve had that bed for—”
“You snore.”
She stops dead in her tracks, lukewarm coffee splashing over the side of her hand, and jaw on the floor.
“I what?”
“For a couple weeks now.” He tells her the truth, but concentrates solely on getting the eggs onto their plates to avoid having to look her in the eye. “It’s really not a problem, I just didn’t know before. I’ll get used to it.”
“Okay, stop,” she interrupts, setting her mug down and pinching the bridge of her nose as confusion floods her head like the ocean. “I do not snore.”
He finally turns to her, lips in a line and nose scrunched.
“You do, Babe. Loud.”
“I think I would know if I did. My family would’ve told me.” She counters in her disbelief, but he just shakes his head.
“Did you ever ask them?”
“No! Because there was never a reason to. Because I don’t snore.”
“You should. Really, it’s okay. I bought some earplugs and they help.” And then, before she can jump on that, “You’re still my dream girl.”
She rolls her eyes even as a fire-engine blush paints her cheeks, then slides a fork across the counter to him.
“I better be.”
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“Does anyone in our family snore?” She asks over a beer the next time she sees her Aunt and Uncle.
“I used to. So did your mother.” Sarzo sips. Helena swats lightly as his shoulder.
“Used to? He still does—like a freight train. Why?”
“Got some forms for a new doctor. They asked about it.”
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Chris tries everything: sleeping on her side, sleeping elevated, falling asleep after Street. Allergy meds and deep breathing and hot showers. Nothing works. So, all other options as exhausted as her and Street, she finds herself staring down the nasal strips in the pharmacy aisle a few weeks later. Begrudgingly, she rips the store-brand box from the shelf, swipes it through the self-checkout, and tosses it in her medicine cabinet when she gets home.
Don’t say anything. She texts Street, but cuts through the ominous-tone by following it up with an I love you. It’s one of the nights she knows he’ll be home late, and she’s too tired to wait for him. The instructions on the box come easy, and she applies the strip with a sigh before sliding into bed and hoping it works. Pulling his pillow close, she lets his scent lull her to sleep.
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The first thing he notices is the silence. Not an almost silence, but a true, nothing-but-the-buzz-of-the-fridge silence. His shoulders drop from their position at his ears, a low breath escaping, and a soft smile graces his face.
He thinks of Chris in their bed and makes quick work of his night routine. The clock reads just past midnight, and her gentle, quiet breathing makes a rustling noise against his pillowcase. He’s like a moth to a flame as he slides under the covers.
“Love you,” he whispers, kissing her nose. Fabric meets his lips, and he laughs when he realizes what it is. He kisses her again for good measure. Another long day in the books, her soft body next to his, he closes his eyes.
Sleep does not come easy. Midnight turns into one and then falls into two, every fifteen minutes punctuated with a toss or a turn. His muscles ache, brain running like it’s a race, and, when he finally gives in with an exhausted sigh, patterns swirl in the ceiling paint he stares at.
Rolling onto his side, again, he tucks his arm under his pillow and traces over Chris’s sleeping face. Not a trace of tension belies her features, her eyebrow soft when he caresses it with his thumb. She’s as beautiful as ever to look at, and he’s happy, at least, to have her next to him even if he can’t sleep. Her lips are parted just so, and a sweet hum escapes as she nuzzles closer.
Just a hum. He knows what’s missing.
Careful as possible not to disturb her, he uses the side of his thumb nail to pick at the nasal strip until it starts to peel off. The rest comes off in one smooth go and ends up folded on his nightstand.
Her next breath starts with a low rumble that grows louder and then eases away, like a wave.
He’s asleep not a minute later.
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In the morning, Chris’s hands go to her nose, and she’s confused to not find the strip where she placed it last night. She searches her pillow and around her body, prepared to scratch that brand off the list and go for a new one, until she spies it on his nightstand. Eyes narrowed, she throws her covers back to stand and stretch, picking up her phone on her way to the bathroom
The text chime goes off as she sees the box in the garbage: Don’t say anything. I love you.
#stris#swat cbs#chris alonso#jim street#cbs swat#s.w.a.t cbs#my writing#chris x street#street x chris#otp: i just woke up next to my dream girl#first fic of 2025 yay!!!#anon ask
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First off, I am so sorry I am just getting to this now! I saw the notification when I woke up on Sunday but I had plans and then school and all those other excuses but now I am here and very VERY ready to get into this!
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” *throws the wedding invitation* “I want you to come with me.”
Luc, that 100% isn’t a question. But… considering the full details of that proposal, maybe that was the best way to start this convo
HANDS CUPPING FACES TO MAKE EYE CONTACT! Girl, how are you not kissing him?! This fic would be over in the first ten paragraphs if that was me.
I’m sorry, multilingualism is so attractive to me.
And Luc being all sweet and comforting about it!
But also, terribly relatable of not wanting help (or not wanting to ask for it).
AGAIN, GIRL HOW ARE YOU NOT MELTING INTO A PUDDLE?! JESUS CHRIST!
Him standing behind, caressing arms, lifting the jaw for eye contact, his face millimeters away? This is both the reason I hate to love slow burns because… aaah!
I feel like I am watching a movie with this getting ready scene. The shift in dynamic, the delicate touches, I can hear the soundtrack playing!
Oh, this is everything I love about fake dating: the ease, the comfort, but that lingering knowledge that it isn’t real or only temporary. YES
THE BUILD-UP! THE TENSION! “DON’T YOU TRUST ME?” THAT KISS!!!
Oh, and I love that magical moment stopped there and then turned into what now? What does it mean? Does this change things? I ADORE IT.
Ooooh I love this!! I thought earlier that Luc has already fallen and now, I think I can confirm that. We shall see!
I have already said this but, THE TENSION!!! IT JUST KEEPS TENSING!!
I AM JUST SCREAMING OVER HERE. THE CHAIN!
“No one to know that you had indulged yourself in the kiss of your best friend.” I’m sorry, this line?!?!?!
“You could lose him either way, so you would dive in head first.” WAIT, THIS LINE?! I CANNOT FUNCTION RIGHT NOW.
(you know how I said multilingualism is hot? reducing someone to their mother tongue is one of the many reasons why I find it attractive)
I HAD TO PAUSE AND TAKE A FEW BREATHS WHEN HANDS WERE GUIDED TO THROATS
JEUSUS FUCKING CHRSIT THAT WAS SO HOT I LITERRALY CANNOT RIGHT NOW
Am I that easy to know based by my online presence? Because I feel my personality infused into this story like oh my god (not complaining though because yes!)
No answers? But kisses. *insert kombucha girl meme*
Oh this another fav of fake dating; being able to answer questions because they are partially based in truth. And I like it because “yes blur all the lines!” which is a recipe for angst but maybe also happiness! You’ll never know!
NO! NO!!! OH COME ON!
NO! I mean I would be reacting in the same way but girl, let him finish the sentence! I’m begging!
Oh, I also love this how there is no major time-skip. We aren’t glossing over the aftermath, no we got to go through it all.
HE MADE THE PLAYLIST TO APOLOGIZE?! I’M-
“Explain.” YES PLEASE EXPLAIN I NEED IT.
I CHOSE YOU?!?!?!
IT WASN’T PRETENDING?!?!
I FUCKING KNEW IT BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WASN’T KICKING MY FEET IN JOY AT THE REVEAL!!
Babe, when you prefaced the playlist like a rom-com soundtrack, you are so right about it because there were multiple moments in this fic that felt cinematic. Like I was watching a movie on a screen. I have absolutely no words except for a bazillion “thank you”s and incoherent keysmashes. So, that is what I will leave you with:
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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THAKNISDBGBSAKNAVJANFIEAIHJYKLOU
;; You Are In Love
Dedicated to @senditcolton for her birthday bingo!
Summary: When your best friend Luc needs a plus one for his wedding, you don't question it. Even if the key term of pretending to be his girlfriend begs to be questioned.
Nicole's Bingo Card Tropes: Friends to Lovers | Wedding Season | Only One Bed | Argument Scene | Fake Dating | “Don’t you trust me?” | Playlists as a Love Language
Kinks & TW: unprotected sex (are we surprised?), mild choking, intoxication
Word Count: 11k+
A/N: I refused to be too late with posting this, so I stayed up late to finish writing it. Fair warning, it's not edited. So there are probably going to be some grammatical and spelling errors throughout. Now, with those cautions aside... Happy Birthday Nicole! I hope you had a wonderful day! Thank you for being such a wonderful part of the hockey rpf community! I hope you enjoy this mess of a fic that I threw together for you - and I apologize if it feels rushed. I know if I took the time this fic could have easily ended up being a whole novel.
Playlist.
Act 1.
Moving the prongs of your fork in circles around your plate, you pushed the contents that remained along the glass. You didn’t quite have the stomach to finish it, but couldn’t bring yourself to tell Luc you weren’t going to finish your plate. If you sat there long enough, if you held the casual conversation long enough, maybe you’d be able to finish it. But not even Luc had managed to clear his plate. Which you didn’t let go unnoticed. Luc had a routine, even during his off-season, and that included eating enough to maintain his busy training schedule.
That was your first clue that something wasn’t right. The second clue was that he hadn’t met your eyes since the two of you sat down to eat at the island in his kitchen. Instead, you found his eyes staring out the grand glass window overlooking Downtown Winnipeg. You had thought he might have been distracted by the bumper-to-bumper traffic down Portage Avenue as every nine-to-five worker headed out to their cabin for the weekend, or maybe the wail of the sirens that were so frequent you almost didn’t hear them anymore. That was until you saw his gaze flicker over your features for but a moment before falling to his plate. He too was just pushing around what remained.
Lowering your fork to rest across your plate, you pushed up to lean across the kitchen island, a little closer to your best friend. “Something on your mind?”
Your question drew his bright gaze back up to you, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk that was framed by the mustache you had been trying to convince him to get rid of or at the very least blend into the rest of his beard. But not even his awkward mustache could distract you from his small smile as he pushed up from his seat and made the few steps that carried him to his fridge.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Luc started slowly, piquing your interest and drawing a soft oh from your lips as you pushed your plate aside so you could rest your elbows on the countertop. He stood with his back to you for a moment, and you could see the muscles of his back grow tense as he reached up to pull a single piece of paper from beneath a magnet on the fridge. He only had to turn around to be able to toss the thick white cardstock down, the very weight of the paper and the flick of his wrist giving it enough of a push to send it drifting into your reach.
It was an invitation, the text was a beautiful gold cursive and the paper itself was embossed with a beautiful floral pattern that was synonymous with a wedding. You traced your fingers over it slowly, your eyes dragging the two names that were only familiar to you because of Luc. He had spoken of the wedding when he had first received the invitation months ago. He and his girlfriend were to take the trip to Montreal together. But Luc was single now, and the wedding date was a mere week away.
“I want you to come with me,” his words were a statement, not a question as he leaned back against the fridge, as if the distance between you both would make it less likely for you to reject his offer.
It was a statement that left you staring at him, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, “No, no I shouldn’t.” Your hands raised, shaking from side to side as you offered your careful rejection. Then your lips fell into a ramble of excuses, “It’s really short notice. I won’t know anyone there and I would have anything to wear to something like-”
As you rambled you looked around his kitchen at anything but him. So you didn’t notice as Luc left where he leaned against the fridge and rounded the counter to stand at your side. There he coaxed you to silence with the softness of his name on his tongue and the careful touch of his hands on each side of your face. His warm touch spread over your cheeks and carefully guided your face to look up at his.
“I already have the plane tickets,” his words were soft, his eyes staring right down into yours as you pouted up at him, “and I will buy you a dress for the wedding. And one for the rehearsal dinner too, even if you like.”
“Rehearsal dinner?”
“Yeah,” his smile was a little crooked now as he was about to reveal just how busy your weekend would be if you agreed to go, “I’m in the wedding party and I ah-”
“You what, Luc?” you questioned, your voice firm. What wasn’t he telling you?
“And I told them I would be bringing my girlfriend.”
“Luc!” You shouted at him, your eyes going wide.
He didn’t need to put it into words, you knew exactly what he was suggesting without saying it. Pierre-Luc Dubois, your best friend since he arrived in Winnipeg after a literal run-in at the airport, not only wanted you to be his date to a wedding in Montreal, he wanted you to pretend to be his girlfriend. Just the proposition of it all made your hands sweat. You weren’t girlfriend material. At least not NHL girlfriend material. You didn’t fit the stereotypical cookie-cutter mold that came to mind when you thought of a WAG - even if you knew those stereotypes weren’t always true. Being Luc’s friend, you had the luxury of meeting a handful of the Jet’s wives and girlfriends and they quickly challenged every belief you had about what they were supposed to be prior. Though, you would be lying if there weren’t a few that were the very embodiment of what a hockey WAG was believed to be. Which wasn’t always a bad thing. And maybe, just maybe, pretending to be one would be fun.
“Okay,” you sighed after a moment of leaving him hanging in the silence of your contemplation, “I’ll come.”
With your words, you could practically see the tension leave his shoulder. They seemed to fall away from his neck and ears as his hands left the hot skin of your cheeks. But his touch didn’t leave you. His hand instead found your back as his arms would around you in a thankful embrace that echoed the thanks in his words as he spoke them into your hair.
Act 2.
Growing up in Winnipeg, you didn’t know all that much about Montreal. You knew what your school taught you; that French was their first language and there were often discussions about how they wanted to be their own country but beyond that you knew nothing about it, which terrified you as the plane made its landing in the historic city. That terror sunk further into your gut when Luc led you out into the airport where you quickly discovered your beginner-level French wouldn’t cut it.
The rush of the French language being spoken so fluently around you left your head spinning and your stomach in knots. If you were alone, you surely would have thrown up and caught a flight back home, but Luc was your anchor. Your savior, as he reached out for your arm and kept you close as the two of you navigated through the airport and the city together.
Luc spoke so you didn’t have to, the French leaving his lips so fluently it left you jealous. While, if you wanted to say anything there would be a long pause as you thought about what exactly you had to say. Even then, it was probably wrong, and you knew it was when Luc would give you a crooked smile and his eyes would water as he held back a chuckle that was threatening to creep up his throat. He did it in the cab, and again in the hotel lobby as you tried to keep up with the conversation at the check-in desk. But he didn’t comment on it until you were alone in the elevator, making the ascent up to your floor.
“You know, you don’t have to force yourself to speak French, especially with me while we’re here. I have no issue with translating for you,” his words were kind, but they still tied your stomach into knots - or maybe that was just how quickly the elevator seemed to rise from the ground up.
“It’s that bad, huh?” You tried to hide your insecurity, but your own voice betrayed you. It had broken as you spoke, and that alone only brought you more embarrassment. It left your palms sweaty and had the handle of your bag slipping from your hold. It fell to the ground in an awkward clamor, leaving you flinching and apologizing as you reached out for it, but Luc’s hands beat you there.
He would be carrying your bags the rest of the way.
“You’re doing your best,” Luc assured as the elevator chimed, you had reached your floor.
He continued to speak as he led the way, “but you’re here as a favor to me. The least I can do is assure that you are enjoying yourself, and you can’t do that if you’re constantly trying to figure out what needs to be said.”
You stood behind Luc with your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes on his feet. You used them as your guide, not once looking up at him because you hated that he was right. The entire trip was going to be a struggle if you didn’t look to him for his help, but the last thing you wanted was to have to rely on a man’s help to do anything. You had gone years without a boyfriend. Years without needing a man to do anything for you, but now you needed Luc just to get through the simplest interactions. And it left you pouting.
“I don’t want your help,” you pouted at him, following in his wake as he opened the room’s door and led the way inside.
“Keyword, want,” Luc sighed, and you heard him place the bags down on the floor, “but you do need it,” he said your name so softly it had your gaze rising from the floor in search of his face.
Your eyes didn’t find Luc, they had been quickly distracted by the simple elegance of the room and the one bed that had been placed at the center of a beautiful accent wall. You looked around quickly. The room was small, with a grand window just beyond the bed, and a television on the opposite wall. Then there were two doors. One that would open up to a small closet and the other for the bathroom.
You swallowed hard, your eyes rolling back as you let out an exasperated sigh, “One bed? Really?”
You shouldn’t have been so surprised. He hadn’t been single when he originally made the reservations, and you couldn't blame him for not requesting an updated room. You were both adults. You both knew where your boundaries had been set. And while you were playing pretend, you were friends. Luc respected you. You knew he did. If he didn’t, he would have tried to pull something stupid with you a long time ago.
Yet, your stomach was left fluttering the nervous butterflies at the thought of having to sleep beside him. The thought of having to feel the warmth of his body so close to yours-
And you felt it then, pulling you from your thoughts before they could spiral as he came to stand behind you. Luc’s body was warm, so warm that you could feel it radiating against your own body before you could feel the touch of his hands against your arms. His touch dragged down in a reassuring caress before you could feel the strength of his chest brush against your back as you both stood together, looking over the king-sized bed.
“Don’t you trust me?” He punctuated the question with your name, his words teasing as he reached up and took your jaw in the hold of one hand. Luc guided your gaze back to look at him, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot exhale as you muttered out a simple, “I trust you.”
“Good,” Luc breathed out, then guided your head to the side just enough to place a sweet kiss on your cheek before every part of you was void of his touch and his heat as he returned to the bags, “because I was not going to offer to sleep on the floor.”
“Wow,” you gasped to mock him, “such a gentleman.”
“I’m going to be on my best behavior for you this weekend,” he promised with a grin that left you wondering how close to lying he may be. Luc always did like to cause a little trouble, “but only if you start getting ready, we have to be at the rehearsal in just over an hour.”
Raising a brow at him, you looked at an invisible watch on your wrist, “I don’t know, Luc. I can’t get ready for such an important function in less than an hour.”
“You just have to change into your dress-”
“And do my makeup, and fix my hair, and-”
Luc stood up, taking a single stride to bring him to stand toe to toe with you. His bright eyes narrowed, his stare dragging over your face as he tried to compose himself, but you could see the smile that tried to creep up at the corner of his lips as he spoke, “Just get changed before I have to drag you down to a Taxi. Besides, you look great.”
And he wasn’t wrong. You did look great. You had gone to the salon the day before to get your hair and nails done just for the occasion. The stylist had given you a tight curl, something that when you slept on it the curls would still be there but softened. You wouldn’t have to do much more than smooth out a flyaway. And you’d keep your makeup simple. Mascara, eye shadow, lipstick, and brows were all soft and natural. It would only take you a few minutes, but you still took the opportunity to tease him and be a little dramatic for the fun of it. You expected him to threaten to rush you out like he had, but what you hadn’t expected was the compliment. And it left you biting down on your tongue, unsure of how to accept it from him.
“That’s what the beauty sleep on the plane gifted me,” you joked after a minute of contemplation as you slipped into the bathroom, out of sight.
Luc mocked you with exaggerated snores as the two of you got ready in separate rooms. You were in the bathroom, while he remained in the main room. You didn’t need more than five minutes in front of the mirror with your makeup bag. Everything going on flawlessly for the first time probably ever. But when it came to putting on your dress, you struggled to reach the zipper that ran up the center of your back.
“I hate to do this but-” you spoke as you came to stand in the doorway, but your tongue seemed to swell before you could get your full sentence out.
Luc was leaning back against the dresser, his suit pants undone and his belt threatening to bring them down the length of his legs if the weight of the buckle dipped down a little too low, and he had yet to button up his pale dress shirt. It hung off his shoulder, his bare chest on full display, right down the treasure trail that ran down his abdomen and disappeared behind the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“What was that?” Luc’s hands were trying to fix his tie that had become unmanageable in his suitcase. But you barely noticed the silken fabric, you were too caught up in how his muscles tensed with his every moment. It left your skin hot, you could only hope you weren’t blushing.
“I’ll help you with your tie if you zip up my dress,” you offered, your words softer, less playful than you had intended them to be when you first entered the room.
“Can you tie one of these?” Luc arched his brow.
“You can’t?”
He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes leaving you to glance anywhere else before he pushed up from the dresser. You couldn’t tell if Luc was embarrassed, or if he was just being kind and looking away from you as you struggled to keep the unzipped dress held against your body with the clutch of your own hands over your breasts. You clutched the fabric to your chest. Your own grip amplified your own cleavage as you went braless for the dress. It was a risk but also a comfort. But you couldn’t help but wonder if that was the very reason that Luc was so hesitant to be near you.
Your friendship with Luc in many ways was still young, even if the two of you were close. But that meant the two of you had a lot of firsts left to experience together, including some things you didn’t think you’d ever experience together, which included pretending to be his girlfriend and standing in front of him so vulnerably in the middle of the hotel room. Clutching your dress a little tighter on his approach you stiffened up and stepped out of the doorway to give Luc room to stand behind you. And you held your breath as his hands found the zipper of your dress. One pinching the sleek pull tab while the other made sure it guided effortlessly up the zipper’s teeth instead of pinching your skin.
His fingers dragged over your skin as the zipper traveled up, stopping only when the zipper had reached the very top and they were left to graze over your flesh. You could feel as the pads of his fingers stroked over you, in a way that you were sure was done without thought. Moving up until they found your hairline. Then, he followed it, finding where you had your hair thrown over one shoulder before fixing it to hang down your back. Even then his touch seemed to linger, leaving your breath held in your chest as your eyes fell to the floor.
Luc had never touched you like that before.
So carefully.
So slowly.
Hell, had he ever really touched you?
Sure, the two of you had shared the occasional hug. Your hands would bump and collide on occasion. When the confines were close, you could feel the heat of his body. And he was never shy about taking your head in his hands when you weren’t listening to him or he wanted to assure you that you were okay, but this? This was different. This was his skin against yours. His fleeting touch in places you were sure he hadn’t even thought of touching you before. And it lingered as you stepped forward, cleared your throat, and reached a near trembling hand out for his tie that lay limp over the end of the dresser.
It was only with it in your hands, distracted by the silken material that you found your composure. Then, you showed Luc how to tie his tie, pausing on occasion to make sure he was paying attention because you were only going to help him with this once.
If there was one thing you were good at, it was faking your way through awkward situations. You could put on a smile, and hide any feeling of awkwardness with false confidence with ease. And you couldn’t have been more grateful for that as you found yourself consumed by the rehearsal dinner. You had hoped that you would have been nothing more than a fly on the wall. That you could make your pleasantries with small smiles and sweet I’m great, how are you’s, but you were wrong. You found yourself to be a popular wedding guest, all thanks to Luc.
He wasn’t the only NHL player that was going to be in attendance, but he was the only one in the bridal party. Which made him a popular target for conversation outside the bride and groom. And by proxy, you were too.
After the rehearsal itself, and sitting down to eat, when there was time left to mingle every single conversation started with an introduction. It was always the same, with Luc’s hand finding the small of your back and stroking it slowly as he said your name and introduced you as your temporary, fake title: girlfriend. And every single time it had the same effect on you. His touch would coax you in closer to him, your body leaning into his so casually, so effortlessly it was as if you had done it many times before. It made you smile too, so wide, yet so softly that you looked excited to meet stranger after stranger. It hid that you were completely overwhelmed by the introductions and the switch from French to English and back to French again in the conversation. When in reality, you just liked how it sounded leaving his lips, you liked how it left you giddy with butterflies in your belly. And you liked how his hand never left you for in that moment, you were his.
It was so easy to play pretend with Luc. Your chemistry was so natural because that was how it had always been. The two of you had always been comfortable with one another, especially since you had always just clicked. It was all of the lingering touches and knowing glances that were new to both of you.
Luc would meet your gaze med conversation, his lips curling into a smirk almost as if he was on the verge of laughter before he forced himself to look away. You were sure it was his attempt at trying to find his composure, that and how his grip on your waist, or hip if it had slid downwards throughout the conversation, would grow a little tighter.
It left you on edge all night in the best way. Your heart racing in your chest right up to the moment the two of you took to the Montreal streets together after dinner.
The streets were left wet from the rain that had started to fall sometime after you had arrived at dinner. It reflected the city lights, glistening beautifully even as your rushed footsteps splashed through the puddles. The rain continued to fall, hitting the ground hard and leaving you to shiver as it dripped down the angles of your face and down the curves of your body. It would not be long until your dress was soaked right through, and Luc must have noticed.
The moment the two of you were forced to stop at a red light, a mere block away from the hotel, Luc was stripping off his coat. He draped it over his arms and held it up high over the both of you in an attempt to keep you dry. But it was already too late. Your dress was sticking to your skin, and Luc was only getting wetter. You could see it in the red glow of the stoplight. The cold, wet rain soaked into the white fabric, leaving it to cling to the muscles that had already threatened the tight shirt.
While he was failing, you appreciated the effort, your heels clicking against the sidewalk as you stepped in just a little closer to his cover to keep you from the rain. The close proximity, paid with your unsteady feet left your body colliding with his. It was a gentle bump, one that left you reaching out to steady yourself against his chest, and laughing out an apology as you looked up at him.
Luc’s features were aglow with the red tint of the stoplight, his expression one you could quite place. It left you to narrow your eyes, your lips parting in a slow, curious, breath. He wasn’t quite smiling, and his eyes fixated completely on you. It was a soft stare, one comparable to what you would have after a long night's sleep. After sweet dreams, and before you had to force yourself to get out of bed. But you weren’t dreaming. Neither of you were as you stared at one another, the glow of the lights going from red, to green and red again before Luc leaned in.
You held your breath, your bottom lip trembling as his smirk grew.
“Don’t you trust me?”
You let out an unsteady exhale, one that left your entire body shivering as you nodded.
Frozen, your eyes didn’t leave Luc’s face as he lowered his coat back down to hang off his shoulders. The cold rain met the skin of your face again, but it was only for a moment. Then, all you felt was warmth.
If came first with the touch of Luc’s hands against your cheeks. That touch alone had sent heat flooding through your entire body. It only burned hotter as Luc leaned, the very proximity of his face sending your eyes fluttering shut. And then you could feel him. His breath washed over your face in a heated wave that came crashing down on you with the kiss of his lips against your own.
If you had the air, you would have gasped.
But his kiss consumed you so fully, that all you were left to breathe was Luc.
Every single one of your senses was met by him. You could taste him, and the drinks he had consumed throughout the night on your tongue. You could smell that distinct scent of his cologne. You could feel him, and the strength of his chest beneath your palms as your hands rested on his chest, so close to clutching at the fabric of the tie. And he was the first thing you saw as you drew back and let your eyes open.
You wanted to ask him why he had kissed you, but you were at a loss for words as you stood there, and so was he. There were only smiles shared between you as his hand found your back and let him guide you through the crowded streets back to the hotel.
It was a silence that hung over the two of you as you returned to your hotel room and split off into separate rooms to get ready for bed. You claimed the bathroom once more. It was there you struggled to unzip on your own, and as you struggled you battled the simple thought that you could ask Luc to help you with it. That he could unzip it for you. Yet, you struggled alone. It took you a long time to work the zipper free, your body straining and weakening with every awkward reach that would send the dress to the floor in a wet heap. Then, you washed your face free of the makeup that had held up surprisingly well in the rain, before you used the fluffy white hotel towel to dry your hair.
Warm and dry, you went through the rest of your night routine which included brushing your teeth and pulling on a pair of pajamas you found yourself regretting. You had packed them thinking you would have your own bed. They were your favorite, comfortable, with fabric light to keep you from getting too hot during the night. And they cover enough. You had planned to wear them to lounge around the hotel room, knowing full well that Luc would see you in them. But sleeping next to him in them was different. You knew the fabric would shift and move in your sleep, and the risk of waking up with one or both of your breasts hanging out was a high probability.
The risk sat like a rock in the bottom of your stomach as you stepped out of the bathroom and stood awkwardly for a moment in the doorway. The kiss was still heavy in your mind. You didn’t know why he had done it, what his intentions may have been. Maybe he was just caught up in the moment. In the love that filled the atmosphere of the rehearsal dinner and bled into every interaction with everyone afterward. But you didn’t let yourself look too much into it. Not when you knew you were just here pretending to be his girlfriend. But that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous to crawl in next to him when you could practically still feel the warmth of his kiss against your lips.
“The bathroom’s all yours,” you told him from the doorway, and it drew his eyes straight to you.
During your time spent in the bathroom, Luc had shed his clothes and sat shirtless on his side of the bed. His shoulders were slumped and his neck craned down to look at his hands before your words piqued his interest.
“Thanks, I won’t be long,” Luc assured as you watched him place his phone face down on the bedside table, “just set the alarm. The downside of being in the wedding party is an early start.”
Your hands came together in front of your stomach, your fingers picking at one another as you stepped out of what would be his path to the bathroom. But you didn’t crawl into bed. You hovered around it, pacing up and down what you assumed would be your side of the bed as you listened to Luc beyond the threshold of the bathroom. He had left the door open, the water running and the buzz of his electric toothbrush too loud to be ignored, and it kept drawing your gaze.
“What time do you have to be there?”
“They’re asking before eleven,” he called back out to you after you heard him spit into the sink, “enough time to get ready, and the session with the photographer before the ceremony.”
“Which was at what time again?”
“Three,” he answered simply, “gives you lots of time to sleep in and get ready, that is unless you want to come with me.”
“I shouldn’t-”
“But you can, they wouldn’t say no - they like you.”
“Do they?”
It shouldn’t have mattered if they did. You probably wouldn’t be meeting them again after this weekend, but it made you smile to know that you had made a good impression. That was the reason you were there after all, right? To be good company for Luc? The question crossing your mind left your brows to furrow. You never really did come to understand why you were there. He had asked you to go because he already marked down going with a plus one before his breakup. But why did he have to tell people you were his girlfriend? That you had never been answered.
“Hey, Luc-” you started, moving to lean against the door frame of the bathroom. You peeked around it, the question on the very tip of your tongue only for it to be lost at the sight of him.
Luc stood hunched over the sink, his hands pressing a towel to his face but it didn’t stop the water from dripping down the angles of his bare chest. The sight of it was enough to leave you mute, but when his eyes found you, his expression consumed by the softest of smiles as he waited for you to say something, anything, you choked out any words you could manage.
“Is it alright if I turn the lights off?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right in,” Luc said, and you peeled yourself away from the wall.
It hadn’t been what you wanted to say, and the question would eat at you all through the night - and maybe even the entirety of the trip - but you struggled to find your composure with Luc now. It had been easy before. He had been nothing more than your closest friend, but that was before he kissed you.
It hadn’t been a simple kiss. Nor was it fleeting. Luc had stopped you there in the street and kissed you so deliberately, and you didn’t know why. There was so much you wanted to know, so many questions that needed answers, but you didn’t know how to ask them.
So instead, you suffered in silence.
You turned off the lights, sending the room into darkness with the exception of the warm glow of the bathroom light bleeding into the room. It illuminated your every moment, casting your shadow across the bed and dancing over the hotel room walls as you pulled back the blanket and crawled into bed.
The cool, crisp sheets welcomed your body, sending a shiver straight through you as you hadn’t quite recovered from the rain’s cold. And for a moment, you thought you may never. That was until the bathroom lights went dark, and you felt the opposite side of the bed shift as Luc climbed in. He was more than an arm’s reach away. Yet, you could feel his warmth.
You tried to ignore it, and how it radiated over the sheets and into the blanket. But then Luc rolled over, and his legs brushed yours so quickly it could have only been an accident. The feeling lingered against your skin, his hairy legs so coarse against your legs that you shaved before dinner and would shave them again before the wedding tomorrow. The contrast of your contact should have left you flinching away, but it was drawing you in. Your legs bent a little more just to feel him.
It was a slow, careful drag. The inside of your leg moving up and over his. It was then you realized just how small the bed felt with Luc in it. Just how close his body was to yours.
Then he rolled over again. Leaving you flinching back as he tossed and turned.
Both of you were restless.
You were too afraid to roll over, and Luc constantly moved in an attempt to get comfortable. Both needed sleep, but it failed to take you.
Your mind was too focused on the kiss and on his warmth.
It left your body quivering with a heavy breath as you shifted from your side to your back, and finally to your other side where you finally came face to face with a sleepless Luc.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice a low whisper, so low that it was almost a growl in the dark.
You shook your head, your hair surely becoming a mess between your head and the pillow.
There wasn’t much you could see through the darkness. But what you could see, left you holding your breath. There was a glimmer of light coming in through the window and you weren’t sure if it was a street light or if the clouds cleared and let in the light of the moon. No matter what it was, the light caught Luc’s eyes, his stare on your features. It dragged down from your eyes, down over the angle of your nose only to drop to your lips where they lingered before gliding back up again. And it illuminated his chain, a silver gleaming, as it hung off his neck, down his chest and shoulder, and down onto his arm that he used as his pillow.
It was a chain he always wore. One that hung off his neck all night, and all day, even when he was out on the ice. He kept it trapped between his equipment, his cross over his heart. And you knew it. Something so familiar, shouldn’t have been so captivating, but it was drawing in your touch. Your arm reached out, your fingers meeting the warm chain before they slipped and landed on his chest.
Your lips parted, your tongue ready to curse for being so careless but your larynx was left weak. You couldn’t find your words, your throat closer to gasping as Luc was leaning in, closer. Closer. So close you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin and his lips found yours again.
Unlike the first time, Luc didn’t ask for your permission. He didn’t need to, because you had been leaning in too. You welcomed his kiss as your fingers coiled around his thick silver chain. If you could have twisted it around your index finger you would have, but instead, you fisted it in your hand, using the delicate tension to draw Luc in further.
You could not get him close enough, even with your lips joined together in a kiss that only grew deeper. You didn’t have to worry about being in the middle of the street now. No one was watching. It was just you and Luc, alone, together in the hotel bed. There was nothing but privacy, and no one to know that you had indulged yourself in the kiss of your best friend.
The best friend that you told all of your other friends that you didn’t like Luc like that. That that two of you were just friends and it would be weird to be anything more than that.
But there was no ignoring how good it felt to kiss him. To feel the roughness of his stubble against your face, and his tongue stroke along your own in your mouth. It had you melting, both metaphorically and physically. So much so that you pressed your legs firmly together in an attempt to combat the weakness between your legs that left your arousal to puddle in your panties.
It was the only thing you could do in restraint, but any thought of holding back was quickly fading as Luc’s hands began to explore your body. They were warm, and calloused from his days spent training in the gym for the coming season. And they ran down the angles of your arms before dropping to your waist. Fingers wrinkled the soft fabric of your pajamas, bunching it up around your ribcage so he could feel the soft warmth of your skin against his palms. Luc’s touch sent a shiver coursing down your spine, and a soft groan from his lips. One that sounded so sweet to your ears, and you felt it against your lips. It was the first of what would be a symphony of sounds.
Soft moans became groans that he guided you to straddle his waist. Your body on top of his, his between your thighs. It coaxed out heavy breaths, and desperate sighs as hands touched what had once been untouched. And you welcomed it, encouraged it as your body became consumed by need, by instinct, and your hips rolled to tease the stiffness of his cock that you could feel pressed up against your clothed core.
You could feel his smile grow against his lips at the simple action, his teeth coming down to tug at your lower lip in a playful nip that left your legs squeezing around his strong thighs. There was only so much more you could take, and he knew that too. He must have been able to see it, feel it, hear it as he pulled back and mumbled your name against the angle of your jawline.
There was a fine line between friendship and more. The kiss had toed that line. It had corrupted your mind with the thought of more, and the two of you found yourself on the very verge of crossing a line there would be no coming back from. If you fucked him, you wouldn’t be just friends anymore. You would be caught between friendship and something more. Something complicated, and undefined. Something that could threaten your friendship. There would be no going back to how things were before. That was clear, even with your clothes still on. The kiss changed everything, and put your friendship in jeopardy. Which made the choice you had to make easier.
You could lose him either way, so you would dive in head first.
No regrets.
“Take your clothes off,” you breathed out, a simple instruction, your decision made.
Together your bodies fumbled, your clothes not coming off fast enough. Limbs collided, your hands pulling off your top before you fell to the side to pull your bottoms and panties both off in swift motions that left you bare. He didn’t help you, and you didn’t help him, but once you both were naked your bodies met again. His hands found your hips, drawing you back to where you had once sat in his lap, and his mouth continued its sweet assault on your lips.
The first thing you did once Luc was between your legs again, your knees pressed down on the plush surface of the mattress, was let your hips resume their teasing roll. You had hoped to coax another groan from his lips, but this time you could feel his cock glide along your slick and it left you shuddering. If the sweetness of Luc’s lips hadn’t consumed your lips, you would have cursed him for just how good he felt without even being inside you. Your core clenched, and you did it again. And again. Your hips rolling, to and fro, Luc’s cock embraced by your body and coating him with your click.
The feeling had him throwing his head back, a sting of French words you didn’t understand leaving his lips like a sweet melody. Part of you wished you knew what he said, but a part of you loved it. The mystery of not knowing was sexy.
You teased Luc with the friction of your body, and the wetness of your arousal so much that it was almost a form of self torture. And he admired you the entire time you did it. His hands stroked over your body, along the curves of your body. Hands cupped at your breast, giving them a gentle squeeze, before trailing down. Fingertips left a grazing touch over your stomach, making the firm grapes of his hands around your hips all the more shocking. Biceps flexed as he lifted you up just enough to reach a single hand down to take hold of his cock.
Hair fell down into your face as you looked down, your eyes on his hand as it stroked his cock. The careful guidance of his hand brought the head of his cock to your core, and for a second you thought he might tease you. That he would drag the tip of his cock along your dripping entrance until you couldn’t take the teasing.
Luc had always looked like the type to want to tease his lover. To make them beg.
But maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. Or maybe he was just desperate for you because he didn’t waste time with you. Luc raised his hip, pressing his cock up into your eager core before his hand found your hip again to guide you down along his cock.
Legs quivered at the mere feeling of him, and your lips parted in a gasp at the fullness of his cock buried deep in your core. It left your head spinning, your eyes shut as you were seeing starts at the very pleasure of just feeling him. All of him.
You rode him slowly, your hips rolling as your hands came down to brace yourself against the strength of your chest. And you rode him until the muscles in your legs burned and your lips parted in a panting breath. It was then that Luc took hold of you and flipped you over until you lay flat on your back, and not once were you void o his cock. It remained buried deep inside your walls, and deeper once he had you laying out on your back.
His hands guided your legs to wrap around his hips, and your hips collided with his every impactful trust that left your core clenching. Yet, you were desperate for more.
Your hand that had found the mattress in a knuckle-white grasp left the white sheets and sought blinding for one of Luc’s hands. You found it, taking it in the hold of both of your own and guiding it to where you wanted his hold.
Around your throat.
His grasp was careful, yet firm as you stretched your neck out for him. The simple action brought another string of words you didn’t understand spilling from his lips.
Your core clenched.
He spoke again so lowly it was more of a growl, and his hold grew a little tighter. Luc could feel the effect it had on you as he fucked you. His every thrust was deep and steady, leaving you gasping, moaning, and quivering as he brought you closer and closer to the very peak of your pleasure. It left you gripping at his shoulders, your nails leaving half-moon crescents in his flesh, and your legs winding tight around him as you were lost in the pleasure of Luc. You were so completely consumed by him, mind and body, that your head was left spinning. It was a dreamy daze of pleasure, one that didn’t feel real as Luc buried himself right down to the hilt of his cock and unloaded deep into your core.
And he remained there, tired, panting, as he slumped down to lay in the bed, his hand finally falling away from your throat. Together, your bodies still joined as if they were one, you lay there. Panting, staring. Tired, but nowhere near ready to sleep. It was the perfect time to let regret and doubt consume you.
But then Luc smiled.
You smiled too.
And you regretted nothing.
When you woke up in the morning, Luc was already gone. He had gotten up early with his alarm, and left you to sleep in after your unexpectedly late night together. But it wasn’t without thought. Luc had brought breakfast back up to the room and had left the note. You would have until two in the afternoon to enjoy your day. Then, a town car would be at the hotel to pick you up. It would bring you to the cathedral, where he would meet you after the reception.
You spent the day in bed, making no effort to dress in anything more than the complimentary robe. You picked at the breakfast he left for you and sipped the coffee that was left along with it. After the night you had, you would need the caffeine to get through the day. Then, when the time wound closer and closer to two, you stepped into the shower and washed away the salt of sweat that remained on your skin, and the remnants of Luc that had dried on the inside of your thighs.
A part of you felt that what happened was all a dream. That you may be dreaming still. But little things brought you back to reality. The tenderness of your core with every stride around the hotel room as you got dressed. The heat of your curling iron when you held it a little too close to your neck. And the shrillness of your alarm at 1:30 all kept you grounded as you rode out the high of your night.
There was an elegance in your stride as you made your way through the hotel lobby. One that had a bit of a hop in your step, and a confidence in your smile as you waved to the bellboy who admired your body in your dress as you made your way out the doors and out into the streets where you met the town car.
It was a quick ride to the cathedral, and you fell straight into the chaos that came with a wedding. There were what felt like hundreds of people, and you were merely one of them as you found an empty seat near the back. You sat in the pew, your eyes admiring the stained glass, the beautiful architecture, and the almost sickeningly sweet atmosphere of love that consumed every person and every little detail in the cathedral. Normally, it would have left your nose wrinkled with disgust. You hated weddings. You didn't believe in love. But you were consumed so fully by the afterglow of sex, and it left you in love with the idea of love.
Then, the music began to play, and the ceremony began.
You were sure that you would be lost in the crowd. Just one face lost among family and friends closer to the bride and groom than you could ever be, but Luc found you the moment he stepped through the door with a pretty bridesmaid on his arm.
Your eyes locked, and you held your breath. He acknowledged you with a subtle nod, and your hand raised in a small wave as you admired him. Luc looked too good in his suit, the pants just a little tight around his thighs, and the color of his tie matched the hue of his eyes. It is a color you admire throughout the ceremony, his gaze finding yours as the bride and groom exchanged their vows, and again when they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.
By the end of it all, you wanted nothing more but to kiss him. But could you?
Sure, you were pretending to be his girlfriend, but last night left you were too many unanswered questions. Did the night have the same effect on you as it did you? Was this more than just pretending? You wouldn’t get your answers.
But you did get your kiss.
Luc found you in the crowded church as the guests, his hands falling to your waist to draw you in. You stood flush against him, and one of his hands raised to capture your chin between his thumb and forefingers to guide you up for a slow, simple kiss. And when he pulled back, his soft smile silenced any question that sent anxiety coursing through you.
It was the first of many kisses that peppered your evening. Luc kissed you sweetly when he left to sit at the head table and you were forced to mingle with strangers. He kissed you again when he found you after the first few dances, his hands guiding you out onto the dancefloor to dance together. And again before he left you alone at your table with the promise of returning with a flute of pink champagne.
It would be your third, or fourth, drink of the night. You hadn’t exactly been counting. You had one to sip in your hands while you socialized and you needed another after dancing. One after the other, you welcomed its sweet taste and the feeling of the bubbles against your tongue. And you welcomed the warm fuzzy feeling that came with drinking it. It left you too comfortable in the crowded room. Too comfortable with having Luc’s hands on your body, and his lips on your lips, as you spoke to his friends, to strangers, as his girlfriend.
The title garnered a crowd. Everyone wanted to know how you met, how long you were together, and every little detail that you were willing to offer them. The questions were easy to answer because you didn’t have to lie. And those you did have to create some kind of answer for, were born from truth. But handing it all alone in Luc’s absence, while he was taking longer than expected to get you a drink, left you overwhelmed and desperate for a moment alone.
Excusing yourself with a smile, you promised to return once you found Luc, and you began to walk past the crowded dancefloor towards the bar. Your steps were unsteady, the buzz of the champagne coursing pleasantly through your body as you pushed your way through crowds. You kept your eyes sharp, looking for Luc in the winding line at the bar only for your brows to furrow. He wasn’t there. You stopped in place, turning in place slowly, trying to find where he could have wandered off to.
You didn’t find him at the head table with the bride and groom who were still on the dancefloor. He was with the maid of honor who was trying to prepare the cake for cutting. And he wasn’t with the groomsmen on the way back from smoking cigars. No, you found him in the shadows by the bathrooms, tucked away from the chaos. And he wasn’t alone.
You couldn’t see who he was with at first as you pushed through the crowd to meet him. But then, as you got closer, you wish you hadn’t.
Luc was tucked away with his ex.
They were standing a little too close for comfort. His hands were cradling each of her cheeks, her hands resting atop his, as he stood, arched over so that she could hear him speak in his hushed tones. You could see his lips moving, but you couldn’t hear a single word. But you didn’t need to. His body said it all, as did the look on her face. Her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen, and her hands clutching at his tie. Your mind was quick to connect the dots, jumping to one conclusion, and one conclusion only.
Luc had brought you there to make her jealous.
And it worked.
She wanted him back, and you were sure you had just caught them at the end of kissing and making up.
There was a heaviness that consumed your gut. It was a coiling of regret and naivety sitting there like a rock as you were sobered by your own anger. How could you have been so stupid to think that this was the opportunity for the both of you to be something more?
It left a sour taste in your mouth as you stumbled back, running into guests you didn’t know and drawing too much attention to yourself. You muttered out rushed apologies, your voice breaking but you were nowhere near tears. You were too angry to cry, but you knew you needed to get out of there before that anger boiled down to sorrow.
Quick steps carried you to your table, your hand grabbing your clutch like you were Indiana Jones stealing a treasured idol and a large bolder was now in full pursuit. But your bolder was Luc.
You could hear him calling after you as you pushed your way to the exit. You ran when you could, but it would never be fast enough. You couldn’t outrun him if you tried. And when he finally caught up to you, you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, dazed by the rush of traffic on the busy Montreal street.
There was nowhere else for you to go, so you turned around and you faced him.
“You knew she was going to be here, didn’t you?” You threw your words at him, the question emphasized by the honking of Montreal city traffic as you stood in the center of the sidewalk, crowds from the wedding and general foot traffic moving around the both of you in a blur. And you just stared at him, waiting for an answer, an answer he couldn’t give you, because he knew you wouldn’t like it. He did know she was going to be here, you could see it in the ashamed look on his face, and the sad look in his eyes. And you should have known that too. They had been together for years. His friends were her friends too.
It made you want to scream, but instead, you took a few steps towards him, your palms meeting the strength of his chest to shove him back towards the door of the venue.
“You’re a fucking joke,” you said, your voice not once losing its harsh confidence even if it so desperately wanted to break like your heart already had deep in your chest.
“You could have saved me and yourself a lot of trouble if you had just come alone, Luc. But no, everything is always so complicated with you. You can’t make anything easy. You’ve got to make her jealous right? So it’s all the more satisfying when you get her back into your bed.”
Your name slipped from his lips, a desperate plea as he tried to reach out to you. You stared at his hand for only a moment, his reach so tempting to reach out to. He wanted you to take it, to hold your hand and draw you in. What he would do after that, you didn’t know. And you wouldn’t find out. You would rather step out into traffic. And you did. Your heels met the wet roadway, splashing through the shallow puddles as you came to stand between parked cars.
“We were just-”
You almost groaned at the sound of his voice. You didn’t want to hear it anymore. So you cut in before he could try to feed you any excuse he could come up with.
“Pretending? Your head cocked to the side, an unpleasant smile on your lips, “you’re right. We were. All of this was just fucking pretend. So I’m done pretending.”
Throwing your hands up, you moved further from the curb to hail a cab from the chaos of the Montreal city traffic. But Luc was moving into the street after you, his footsteps making your shoulders tense up before you could turn around and see that it was him.
“Can you just give me a second to fucking say anything?” His voice was strained with the frustration that was painted all over his face.
“Why should I?” You bit back.
“Just let me explain-”
“Explain, ha,” you laughed, “As much as I would love to see how you would justify this, I’ve given you more than enough of my time, Luc.”
The conversation didn’t end there.
Luc always needed to try to get the last word. “You’re impossible!”
But you never let him have it. “And you’re an asshole,” you told him with a forced smile before climbing into the cab that was holding up traffic in the street.
A symphony of honks was the background music as you told your destination to the driver. You would return to the hotel, spend the night there, and come morning you would catch your flight back to Winnipeg. After that, you hoped you’d never have to see Luc again. What he had done to you, in your mind, was unforgivable, and it sent you into tears as you sat alone in the back seat of the taxi cab.
Act 3.
It was the ring of the courtesy call that woke you up the morning after the wedding. Your flight was in a mere few hours, your checkout time dawning on you, and you couldn’t have been happier. The sooner you got home, the sooner you could try to forget what happened. You had tried to forget it already, but as you threw back your blanket, and swung your legs over the side of the bed to place your feet flat on the ground you were met by the biggest reminder of the mistakes you had made when agreeing to go to Montreal.
On the floor, draped under a decorative throw blanket, was Luc.
A sigh so heavy that you almost groaned rocked you. He sure had some balls to come back to the hotel room after what happened the night before. You had made it quite clear that you were less than impressed with him, and what he did. Surely he had to know the severity of his deceit. That it had not only been cruel to you but to his ex as well. The manipulation and the lies-
You stopped yourself midthought, your eyes falling to where he slept on the floor so peacefully. If he had come all the way out here playing pretend with you just to win his ex back, why was he here in the room?
It was a question you tried to ignore as you quietly changed into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt to wear on the flight home. And one you pushed further into the back of your mind as you took a quick inventory of the hotel room bathroom to make sure you hadn’t left anything behind.
You shouldn’t care to know why he was there. But you did care enough not to let him miss his flight - or well, be the reason he missed it. Grabbing your packed back you nudged Luc in the back with your sneaker-clad foot on the way to the door. You didn’t greet him with pleasantries and instead met him with the same harshness he heard from you the night before.
“Get up asshole, you’re going to miss your flight,” you stood in the doorway long enough to watch Luc wake up in a panic. The last thing you saw on your way out the door was his hand lurching out to grab his watch to check the time.
You left him behind, your suitcase rolling in your wake as you followed the same route out of the hotel as you did the night before. You waved to the bellhop in the lobby, your smile a little weaker this time, and instead of meeting a town car, you found a vacant taxi and loaded your luggage into the back seat with you.
“Trudeau International Airport, please?” You asked of him with a sigh, your head leaning back against your seat.
You could have fallen asleep there, your eyes falling shut as you heard the turning signal of the cab begin its rythmic tick as he tried to merge into busy traffic. It was almost soothing, hypnotic, but it was broken by the abrupt opening of the back door.
Your eyes opened quickly, your body lurching defensively away from the door as your heart raced, startled. Your lips parted to yell at the idiot who didn’t see that the cab was already occupied, but you were met with the familiar face of Luc. You wanted to be relieved at the sign of him, but your disgust continued to bubble deep inside your gut. You couldn’t even bring yourself to tell him to fuck off and find another taxi. Instead, you sat in silence, your gaze leaving him and looking out the window to fixate on the buildings as they passed.
To your relief, Luc didn’t say a single word the entire ride to the airport. Not did he try to carry your bags when you arrived. Instead, he merely followed in your wake, until you came to the check-in counter. It was there you decided to let him go first.
It was an innocent thing. Something he didn’t even question as he checked in for the flight. A first-class seat that would take him back to Winnipeg. And he even lingered afterward, waiting for you to check in as if it had been a show of good faith. But in reality, it was the only way you could ensure you wouldn’t have to sit with him on the flight home.
“I was wondering if you had any other seat available?” You spoke to the airline representative who met you with a perplexed expression.
Luc wore one of the same, your name leaving his lips as if to beg you to change your mind.
You weren’t going to.
“There’s nothing else in first class,” the representative told you as if it were going to change your mind.
“Something in economy will do just fine,” you assured them with a nod, your grip on your bag growing tighter and you didn’t ease up on your grasp until the updated ticket was in your hands and you were ready to board.
There was a relief in going home. A relief in being able to spend the flight alone, but it wasn’t without one last attempt from Luc. He spoke your name so softly, so gently, that for a moment you considered listening to him. You hesitated in place, your eyes raising to meet his as he reached out for your arm. He gripped it carefully, not too hard, just enough to keep you in place. Just enough to assure that you would listen to what he had to say.
“I made you this,” Luc spoke slowly, his free hand raising to show you his phone screen. On it, Spotify was open for you to see, a playlist labeled i’m sorry the only thing you could see. It was a playlist of twenty or more songs, you wouldn’t quite see, and want to get close enough to see. “Listen to it on the flight home?”
Your eyes stared at it for a moment, your tongue parting your lips to lick over them slowly as your mouth went dry. “I’ll think about it,” was all you could offer him before you pulled out of his hold and stepped aside. First class was boarding, and you were in his way.
Luc lingered for a moment more, his eyes fixated on you until he let out a defeated sigh and left you standing alone waiting to board. It would be some time before you were called to board, yet you stood, lingering where he left you. It was there, waiting for your call to board that curiosity got the best of you.
Your thumb stroked over your phone screen, bringing it to life with its light and pulling open Spotify with the click of a single button. There, you found Luc’s profile and the playlist he had made for you. Twenty-five songs. 1 hour, 30-plus minutes long. It had artists you knew, and others you didn’t. Songs that were your favorite, and some you didn’t even know what they would sound like. It wouldn’t last the entire flight, but it would kill time, and maybe it would help you understand.
Quickly you downloaded the list, and when you boarded the plane and found your seat, you pressed play.
Kiss Her You Fool.
Take Me to Church.
Where Do We Go From Here?
Now or Never.
They were just a handful of the songs Luc had compiled onto the playlist for you. The playlist you had listened to from start to finish, and then started again before you had landed in Winnipeg. It had taken you through a rollercoaster of emotions. You smiled. You laughed. You cried. And it left your heart heavy in your chest as you collected your bag and made your way out to hail a cab.
You did not completely understand what Luc was trying to say with the song he put together. Some confused you. Others gave you hope. But what you did know, was that you owed him an apology.
You fumbled with your belongings and your phone as you stood on the platform, taxis waiting for their next passenger in front of you, as you began to dial his number. You were halfway through it when the long honk of a horn drew your eyes up, and you found Luc leaning against his car, waiting for you.
“What are you doing-” you started, your ace blanketed with confusion as you began to take slow, cautious strides toward him.
He had reached through the driver’s side window to honk at you before rounding to stand at the hood of his car. Arms crossed over his chest, his tattoos on full display as he left his sweatshirt and back in the backseat of his car.
“I owe you a ride home,” he told you simply. It had always been the plan, but you hadn’t intended to take him up on it after what had happened.
“I think you owe me a little more than that,” you told him, trying not to smile as you tossed your phone at him.
He caught it effortlessly, the screen on, and displaying his playlist.
Luc smiled.
“You listened to it?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“Explain,” was all you told him.
“You’re my best friend,” he said your name, and it oozed with the pain he felt for the pain he caused you, “I didn’t do any of this to hurt you. I invited you because… Well,” he sighed, “because you’re right. I’m a shitty person. The break up a few months ago, was because of you. She didn’t like how close you and I were. She wanted me to distance myself from you, and that wasn’t something I was willing to do. Then she gave me the ultimatum. You or her. And I chose you.”
A lump formed in your throat, you swallowed it back and held your breath.
“When I invited you. My intentions weren’t the best. I wanted to mess with her, and that was wrong for me to do. Not just to her, but to you too. But I’m glad I did-”
“Luc-” you gasped out, both in shock at his words and his lack of regret for his actions.
“I’m not finished,” he cut in, “I’m glad I did because playing pretend with you, fuck, it wasn’t just pretending.” Luc stepped away from the car, and you were frozen in place, watching him as he approached. Your bag slipped from your hold, falling to the ground as your hands reached out to welcome his body as he stepped so close to your own as he took your head in his hands and drew you in so close to his lips you could feel his words in a hot breath against your skin, “Because I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time.”
It wasn’t much of an apology, but it was the explanation you asked for. It wasn’t what you expected to hear, but you liked hearing it. It made you smile as you reached up, your hands finding the nape of his neck and knitting in his hair as you drew him in for a kiss.
You loved him too.
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my first reactions with zero context: only friends ep 10
i know i’ve been saying their story has gotten boring for me but boeing is here and i will watch now
to be fair mew has no right to be mad at top here? they aren’t dating
red flag
it’s so awkward when they don’t hug back lmao
baby boy!!
fuck me he’s so pretty
i’m giggling over this man
rehab time boys
bestie doesn’t look to happy tho lol
boy yes tf you are
i think my mans needs to learn what addiction is bc he’s it
oh wait. is this what ray’s dad asked of sand in the hospital? to get him into rehab?
you know ray is whipped for sand bc he would’ve thrown punches had anyone else said that to him
i say all this as my father brought me a daiquiri
fair tho
also fair
wait why is he wearing a us air force shirt😭
oh oh damn okay that okay yeah
the good influence strikes again
situationship baby
i’m so sorry i don’t care what this man does he will never be in the wrong from this moment forward
is he gonna come fuck anything up with sand tho? please don’t. stick to top and mew
nick lmao he’s so casual with it
slightly confused at what he’s talking about
okay well umm y’all are at work??
hello??
hr
that donut actually does look good tho
awe we get just silly sandray cute
sand really is the only person that could get ray to go to rehab huh
tho i’m sure ray said that because he didn’t think sand would do it
i know he didn’t just say that
i knew obsessive vibes came from him
are they just standing out there lol
rays face stop lmao
i understand her being mad he slept with her brother but like she doesn’t really have the right to kick him out of their group?? it’s a school thing?? you can’t just kick someone bc of personal problems
i actually do believe him tho
lmaoo beautiful
is this really his dad
okay if ray is gonna go to rehab tho sand should maybe not drink around him as well???
there’s no way he’s just about to say it in the middle of this bar
ray?? stopping him? he was never gonna make him do it huh?
stop the same way top showed up? no way
which ex?
referring to sand??
he lowkey just complimented himself which is so fair
😭😭 he really is just like us
i’m obsessed with him
kinky head💀
wait. dan is actually cool tho. he was just like bro can i be in the competition to win your heart
oh boy what is he doing there
symbolism much
he did not. you are not subtle
that’s a really good picture of him tho
my guy… stop letting him touch you??
babes just said he wants to spend the rest of his life with him!!!!
they’re so cute when they’re just happy together
i’m glad he’s finally admitting he’s addicted to alcohol tho
i wish someone would buy me a plant
but also why is he there lmao
stop boeing’s doing the exact same shit top does okay sir i see what you’re doing
wait okay you didn’t even ask if you could kiss him don’t do that
he’s really trying 🥹
i don’t think that’s all gonna fit king
that house is so nice tho
wait sand? paying him to get ray to go to rehab? well a fight is gonna happen now
oh come on you know damn well he doesn’t just want the money (i know you’re mad tho and it’s fair)
he’s so loud holy shit
babe you’re already crying
that’s what i’m saying tho. if you want to help him you gotta get that shit away from you too
please be their last fight of this series i beg stop making them cry all the time
throw it away king
i didn’t mean on the ground sir?? you gotta clean that up now
look i know you don’t wear shoes in that house but put something on to clean that yeah
top knows something is up right
that was kinda hot
petty king
don’t butt in. dude this is on you
but you should say it
i could totally see him trying to be monogamous with nick actually
officially abort the mission of them getting over the other two lmaoo
well we know ray’s dad will love sand as his boyfriend
yeah you done fucked up again my guy
the scene is actually so good and powerful
tho i do hope he gets to say that to him
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fun face masks | jaeyun
pairing: bf!jake x gn!reader (established relationship)
genre: fluff & slice-of-life // warning: none but not proof-read
summary: you find some animal printed face masks and decide to surprise Jake with them. // word count: ~640
note: inspired by the fact that I’m currently doing a face mask that has a koala face printed on it. Omg ash enhypen writer comeback?? Enjoy :) ALSO HAPPY JAKE DAY !!
Tonight was one of those nights where you and Jake didn’t want to do too much. Maybe it’s because it was Sunday and the next week is about to start. Whatever it is, you decided that the next best thing to do is practice some self-care together.
“I’m going to shower but once I’m done, want to do a face mask together?” He looks up from his phone to nod and then goes back when you leave.
When you’re finally out of the shower and are clothed, you open up drawers trying to find where the face masks are. Opening up the middle drawer, your eyes spot an unopened pack of face masks. Without even really checking what type they were, you cut the plastic until all you’re left with is the packets.
It’s only then when picking one of them up, you let out a loud laugh. One of those laughs that come from within your diaphragm. These masks have animal faces printed on them. You don’t plan on telling him what it is until after. So you exactly do just that.
“My love, I’ve got a surprise but I need you to close your eyes for me, alright?”
He nods and closes his eyes. You tear open the face mask and place it on him. The cool feelings hits so nicely and a relaxed sigh leaves his mouth.
“Okay you can open your eyes now, my love.”
So he does just that and his eyes go wide before laughing hard. You were holding your front phone camera so he could see what the face mask was. “Babe, you didn’t but oh my god I love this!”
You were smiling quite hard and laughing along with him. “I’m glad that you liked it, I picked it just because it reminded me of you.” Turning your head to face him, you’re met with a giggling and smiley Jake. You know those types of laughs from him where it’s like his inner child is coming out.
God you’re just looking at him with love and he catches you staring at him.
“What’s that look for, my love?”
“Nothing, I just got reminded of how much I love you is all.” You press a kiss to your fingers and then place your finger to his lips. Unable to give him an actual kiss since the face mask is still one. His eye go all lovey-dovey on you and places his hand over his heart.
“I love you a lot too babe, I hope you never forget that.”
You can’t help but hum in response. After a few minutes, y’all take off the face masks and start to pat the essence into your skin. “Darling, do you ever miss home or think about home?” You ask him this because you’re sure that the koala face mask might have made him think of home. “Also, you don’t have to answer this, I’m just curious.”
Jake doesn’t say anything for a few minutes until he clears his throat. “I do sometimes, I’m not going to lie. But I’ve learned that home is wherever you are.” He walks over to you and gives you a kiss on the lips. All of the while wrapping his hands around you waist so that you can’t escape. Only so he can continue to give you his kisses and love. Eventually you guys go to sleep and you tell him “home is in your arms, thanks for always being there for me.”
You always know how to make him feel loved and appreciated. He didn’t get to tell you this but the koala face mask was cute and did make him reminisce of Australia. Jake would love to take you there one day, and he’s counting down the days until he can make it a reality for you two.
wahh thanks for reading this ! LMAO it’s been a while since I’ve written for ENHA but hopefully I’ll continue to write more for them. Also this isn’t my best work but I did enjoy writing it :) plus this is a tiny tribute to my first fic I ever wrote 🥺
oh wait please don’t forget to interact with this by reblogging, leaving a note, or sending an ask about what you did or didn’t like about this!
happy jake day <3 our fav aussie boy
take care & signing off with love
- ash
also tagging @goldenhypen can’t wait to read your long fic !! and also b/c you’re my #1 jake lover
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GENRE | smut, idolverse!
WARNINGS | smut
WC | 2.6k +
A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3
You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.
The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.
Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.
“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.
“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.
You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.
“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.
He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”
Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”
The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.
The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.
After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.
You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”
It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.
His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.
The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.
The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”
“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.
You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”
“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”
He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.
“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”
He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.
He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.
“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”
He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.
Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”
“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.
“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.
“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.
And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.
A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.
“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.
“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.
He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.
He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”
Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.
Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.
“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.
“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.
He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.
“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.
You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.
“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.
“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.
“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.
With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.
“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.
“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?
Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.
“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.
“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.
“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.
“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.
“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.
“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.
“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”
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