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Hii I have short drabble prompt how about the reader makes plushies of them and Hobie similar people making hello Kitty of themselves and partner hope having good day/night
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Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, subtle talk of marriage, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff
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The ribbon in your hands is soft and silky to the touch. Your music blares in your ears as you wrap his anniversary present, you still can't believe that you and Hobie have been going strong for a year now. A year full of love and annoying each other with teasing remarks. You smile at the fond memories flitting through your mind like a film roll showing you all the best bits.
Finally tying the ribbon to perfection, you stare proudly at how well you packaged his gift. The box is covered in checkered wrapping paper with the ribbon in the same ruby hue. Now that you're staring at it, the present looks more like a Christmas gift than an anniversary present.
Your pride takes a hit, shoulders slumping down at the thought. âShit.â Now you gotta start all over again, preferably with new wrapping paper. Maybe something that has hearts on it will be better? Or something that matches with the gift you've painstakingly worked hard on for weeks will fit better? Or will that be too on the nose?
Thinking very hard on a very hard decision, you don't hear the sound of keys outside your flat, and the unmistakable jiggle of the doorknob as it opens with a squeak.
âYou need some oil on this, lovieââ he stops in his tracks when you don't immediately greet him with a hug or a loud âHobie!â the second he enters. He finds itâŚweird to not be cuddled right away. You've spoilt him.
Hobie tilts his head to the side, peeking through the open kitchen only to not find you whistling a tune while making something sweet. Pocketing the spare key you gave him so that he stops popping up from your fire escape, he crosses the modest flat in hopes of finding you. Lest his surprise goes to waste, or worse, eaten by London pigeons.
Knocking on the bedroom door, he calls your name sweetly with a sing-song lilt. Of course he didn't forget what day it is today. How could he when it's been marked on his calendar since the day you said yes to him being your boyfriend? He has been counting down the days, annoyingly so to the gang at spider society, who are probably waiting for the news on how the day went.
âLove?â He peeks inside when you don't answer, he knows you're in there when he can hear the blaring music from where he's standing. A grin spreads across his pierced lips, seeing how your hips are gently swaying to the music, arms crossed in front of you like you're in deep contemplation.
Sneaking in, it doesn't take much for him to go unnoticeable by you when your music is ear burstingly loud. He looks over your shoulder to look at what's got your pants in a twist, his eyes widens when he sees the finely wrapped gift, grin getting bigger at how excited he is to open it.
But before he could surprise you, hoping that he'll hear you screech so loud that the neighbours would complain about the noise, you're unfurling the ribbon already with a gentle tug.
âWaitâ oi!â He immediately wraps his arms around your middle, effectively stopping you from opening his present. Your shocked scream pierces his eardrums more than your music.
âHolyâ Hobie?!â
âThat's right, lovie.â He smirks at your shocked expression. When you tilt your head to look at him, he presses a surprise kiss on the tip of your nose, effectively flustering you in his arms.
You swear your legs would've given out if not for his arms around you. âWhatâ you're early!â
âYâknow what they say, early bird gets the present.â He chuckles at your forced laugh. ââsides, I think âm late because you're already openinâ my present.â
âHow presumptuous,â you lean against his warm chest, mirroring his grin. âMaybe this isn't yours.â
âYou sure that's not my name on the card?â
âI'm pretty sure it's not your name.â You tamp down a chuckle.
âWhoâs it for then?â He raises a brow, a teasing smirk on his lips. âNed?â
âClose, it's for James.â
âThat bloody wanker doesn't even know your last name!â He squeezes you tighter, lifting you up from your feet, and face nuzzling the crook of your neck, effectively tickling you.
âAnd you do?!â You say in between laughter, riling him up further.
He stops for reprieve and air, still squeezing you in his arms. âFuck yeah I do!â
âWhat is it then, Mr. Brown?â You raise your chin at him like you're challenging him.
âYou just said it, love.â Your cheeks feel like it's on fire, smile faltering for a second before it's replaced with a lopsided grin. âOr it'll be in a few years I bet.â
You bite your lip to tamp down any giddy laughter from escaping. âCare to bet good money on it?â
âNah, it'll be cheatinâ because I already know I'll win.â He winks at you all suave like, and pressing another chaste yet affectionate kiss on your searing cheek. Letting you go, and fixing your balance once his arms aren't around you anymore, he walks towards his gift. âWhat's this then?â
âIt wouldn't make sense if I told you now, Hobie.â You sigh out, completely lovestruck with him that your legs refuse to stand up as you plummet down on the bed with a squeak.
Hobie picks the box up gingerly, âwhy were you openinâ it?â
You shrug on the mattress. âI thought it looked too Christmas-ssy. I was about to change the wrapping until you shocked me into a near heart attack.â
ââcus of all the red?â He's trying incredibly hard not to rip the wrapping open to see his present. He sits down next to you with your gift gingerly placed on his lap.
âMm-hmm,â you lay on your side, cheek squished on the bed. âYou can open it, you know.â
âThank fuck, I was holdinâ back.â
He's much more gentle at opening the gift even though he's itching to see what's inside. In the end the wrapping is still intact and the ribbon is wrapped around his head like a bandana, courtesy of a playful you.
âFuckin' hell, is that me?â He looks at the inside of the box then to you, âandâŚYou!â His childish giggling echoes around your room. You smile as he lifts both plushies up from its cardboard confinement. âDid you make these?â Hobie holds them up side by side.
His plushie is as soft and cuddly as the real one, complete with his regular spiky and leather fit. His eyes are buttons that are in the same shade as his hazel ones, you've even captured his signature smirk through the stitching. Yours is just as accurate as the real one, you're wearing your favourite outfit, the one you wore on your first real date with him. But with the added touch of his spiked bracelet that he gave you on your third date with him. All made by you from scratch.
A sudden shyness envelopes you like a blanket. Hands clammy and chest heavy. âDo you like them?â
âLove,â he makes a face, wordlessly saying 'really?â with his handsome face. âI fuckin' love it!â Pouncing on you, he embraces you as he lays atop you. Calloused hands cradling your cheeks whilst he peppers your face with warm and affectionate kisses. âYou're a bloody wizard, how the fuck did you make these so perfectly?â He says as he lifts himself above you, beaming down at you with endearment.
âI had to stare at your picture for hours on end.â You act like it was a tedious task. You loved making the plushies with all of your heart.
âA win win then?â Tilting his head, he can't help but smile even more that his cheeks are starting to hurt.
âAbsolutely.â You say with a chuckle, âI also started on a Spider-Man suit for plushie you, but I haven't finished it yet.â
âYou goddamn angel.â He coos, âdon't finish it yet, let me help you, yeah?â You nod as he leans closer to etch his lips upon yours. But he stops halfway, paused as he stares at your blissful face while your eyes are closed and lips pursed in waiting. âFirstâŚâ you crack one eye open, lips still puckered together. He squeezes your lips together playfully with his index and thumb before letting go as you fake a pout. âYou need to see your present.â
Hobie lifts himself off you in one swift motion. âWhat is it?â
âThat beats the purpose of a surprise, innit?â In one fell swoop, he pulls you off the bed, standing you back up. âCâmon then.â
âWait, hold on!â He's already walking out towards the fire escape. Picking up the plushies, you connect their hands together. The magnet you've stitched inside pulls the soft hands together like they're holding hands. âTa da! I almost forgot I did that.â
Hobie looks at you in awe. âYou never fail to surprise me, lovie.â He says it so sweetly that you almost melted into a puddle right there and then. âBring them with.â
You take a step forward, arms full of the mini Hobie and you. âWait, we're swinging to get there?â
He shrugs with the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. âThere's traffic.â
Meeting with him, he immediately pulls you towards him with a strong sturdy arm. âYou better not fake drop me, Hobie.â You say as he gestures for you to wrap your legs around his hips.
Standing up, he climbs over the balcony, feet precariously perched on the thin metal. âThat was one time, love.â With one hand, he holds you in place, the other is raised and aiming towards the nearest building.
âOne time too manyâ!â He jumps off and you feel your stomach leave your body. His cackling can be heard above the rushing wind kissing your cheeks.
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twitches âš s. winchester
summary: you noticed that sam twitches in his sleep
pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader
word count: 974
warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, mentions of nightmares, teasing, one suggestive comment
a/n: wanted to write a little blurb about sam twitching in his sleep because my headcanon is that he does and i saw a video about it on instagram LOL
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You exhaled sharply as your eyes snapped open, breathing slightly heavier than usual as you tried to blink away the images that were burned into the back of your eyes. The room was shrouded in darkness; your eyes could barely make out the dresser that was across the room. Your body was wound up tight before the arm that was wrapped around your waist reminded you where you were, and you sank into their arms.Â
Samâs arm tightened around you, his warmth reminding you that you were safe and sound in the shared room with him in the bunker. You took some deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.Â
You didnât know the details of the nightmare, the images slowly disappearing from your memory as you calmed down. Drowsiness riddled your mind, and you felt your eyes begin to flutter shut, your mind slowly slipping into unconsciousness. But before you could, you felt Samâs body jerk against yours, his arm flexing against you, making your eyes open again.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âSammy?â You whispered softly into the near-silent room, save for the low whirring coming from the small vent in the ceiling.Â
All you got in response was a soft snore that escaped his lips as he continued to sleep. You huffed a small laugh through your nose before shifting closer to him, feeling his chest against your back as you let the comforting embrace of your boyfriend lull you back to sleep.Â
Your eyes closed and you could feel yourself teeter on the line of consciousness and sleep, but Samâs body almost violently twitched against you again, making your eyes open again. You let out a low groan before slowly moving further into Samâs embrace, shoving your face into his chest, wrapping an arm around him, and nuzzling into him, hoping that his body wouldnât twitch again.Â
Another soft snore left Sam, and his arm unconsciously wrapped around your waist even tighter, bringing you closer to him. Your legs tangled together, not knowing where he started and where you ended. You finally were able to go back to sleep, letting the familiar scent of Sam flood your senses and sleep.Â
âYou twitch when you sleep.â You told Sam as you stood at the stove cooking lunch for the two of you.Â
You could see out of the corner of your eye that Sam was whipping his head from cutting the tomatoes on the cutting board to you.Â
âWhat?â He asked, confused. You could imagine the crease that probably had formed in the middle of his brow, but your eyes were trained on the chicken that was cooking in the pan in front of you.Â
You turned off the burner, took the chicken off of the pan, and grabbed another cutting board so you could chop them up for the salad that Sam was prepping for the two of you.Â
âSam, you twitch when you sleep.â You repeated, beginning to cut up the freshly cooked chicken.Â
âNo I donât.âÂ
You chuckled lowly at Samâs indignant tone. You threw the cut-up chicken in the spare bowl to be tossed into the bigger one that held all of the vegetables with the dressing. You quickly placed the cutting board and knife in the sink before turning to Sam, smiling to yourself when you saw the furrowed brow and pout on his face.Â
âTrust me you do.â You gave his ass a light slap as you walked past him to grab the dressing from the fridge.Â
You heard a huff and a mumble come from Sam as he continued to chop up the last few tomatoes and threw them in the bowl. The two of you made the salad in silence before you guys sat at the table and began to eat lunch.Â
âDo I really twitch when I sleep?â Sam questioned after taking a bite of his salad, breaking the comfortable quiet that had settled between the two of you, save for your forks clinking against the porcelain bowls you were eating out of.Â
You looked at Sam, who was sitting across from you. You nodded. âYeah, I never noticed until last night.âÂ
âLast night?âÂ
âMhm, I woke up last night, and when I tried to go back to sleep you twitched pretty violently against me.â He didnât do it violently, but you wanted to tease Sam a bit.Â
Sam scoffed. âI donât think I twitched against you violently.âÂ
âYou sure about that? I mean you werenât the one who felt it.â You raised an eyebrow at him.Â
Sam looked at you unamused, making you laugh gently at his expression.Â
âOkay, maybe it wasnât violent, but the matter still stands, you twitch when you sleep.â You tell him as you take a bite of your lunch.Â
Sam shook his head. âWhatever.âÂ
His reaction made you smirk. â Itâs completely normal, I just wanted to tell you that you do since it kept me up last night.âÂ
âYou sure it wasnât the fact that I had fu-âÂ
âNo! It was after that.â You cut him off, feeling the heat rise on your cheeks at the almost mention of what the two of you were doing before your nightmare woke you up.Â
It was Samâs turn to smirk at your flustered state. âItâs cute when you blush.âÂ
You pretended that your stomach still fluttered at his compliment and rolled your eyes. âShut up and eat your lunch.âÂ
Sam chuckled, and the two of you ate in relative silence. Once you guys were finished eating, you put away the leftovers and worked together to clean the dishes.Â
As you were drying your hands, you felt a damp hand on your shoulder before you felt Samâs lips near your ear.Â
âIf I twitch in my sleep, then Iâll admit I hear your little moans when youâre having a good dream.â Â
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SimĂłn stared at the product and wondered about it. He never used. He followed that old rule, don't get high off your old supply, but the thing is, this wasn't his supply. He was just the transportation. He brought the stuff in, he brought the stuff out, and that was it. Didn't pay much but it did pay enough but as he looked at it he wondered if it was time for a promotion. If they were going to drag him back in then why should he remain on the sidelines?
It was something he had to seriously consider. If he had the blessing of the cartel, maybe, just maybe he could pull it off. But without their approval? He'd be dead. You don't run from Los Tigres, at least not for long, so if he were to become a dealer he'd have to be a partner.
Still, as he looked around his cramped rundown and dusty trailer he started to wonder if this was his only move. He didn't have many job prospects but he had a lot of ambition. Maybe this was his opportunity...
Tuesday morning and yep, still doing chores. We're planning to hire a maid soon because honestly otherwise this place would be a little too much for me to handle. I do think it would be a temporary thing. I'm not sure if I want Flora growing up to be spoiled, thinking someone will always do her laundry and clean up after her, but who knows how I'll feel about it once the maid checks in. Maybe they will spoil me. It's hard to imagine myself as one of those pampered player wives but I feel like that's the path I'm going down.
As for Flora I'm taking care of her the best I can which of course includes feeding her right from the source. There are a lot of benefits to it, health wise and I've heard it helps with bonding. Not that we'll need help with that because I feel like I've already completely connected with her! She's growing so fast too, every day I can see her getting just a pinch bigger, or maybe I'm imagining it?
Overall, life feels perfect right now! I know I keep saying this but I really can't imagine that I would be in this spot a year ago. A beautiful baby girl, a beautiful house, and an umm, yeah, a good looking but somewhat goofy boyfriend! I just feel so good that even a plain apple salad gets me excited!
I'm really pouring as much of myself as I can into this new social media thing when I do get free time. I want to feel productive and I know taking care of Flora is being productive but like I've said, I don't want that to be my only thing. I know being a mama means limited free time too but I'll manage. I think my new career is off to a great start as well!
As for Pascal, well, you can probably guess. Yep. Working out and of course without his shirt. If you've got it, flaunt it, is what I always hear.
And I'm trying to get it back with a little more free time given to me or at least enough time to hop on the treadmill. I have my mind set on losing this baby weight and I am also motivated by the fact that Pascal does this every single day so I can do it too!
I did spend most of my day on the treadmill and got a solid workout in. I feel so much better! I can't head to bed though without checking in on Flora who was whiny and wriggly and needy and this time I bottle fed her. I also hang out with her a little, chat with her a little, and let her know I love her more than anything in the world. How could I not? Look at her!
Pascal is out for a road game and that's why I've been here home alone for most of the day. I was going to slip into bed but I remember I have to check my socials before sleeping. Which means just seeing the reaction to my last video and interacting with people here and there and also checking in on Pascal's socials since I'm nosy and he's my guy so I have a right to be a little nosy. That's normal right?
Is it also normal that he's liking this woman's post?
Frida Varela - Next Episode 9.4
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When I talk about a cockroach, it's normal and no one bats an eye.
However, when I talk about a roach cock, the whole population of this spinning play dough ball turns to look at me.
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With the Reddit 3rd party app crackdown and the ongoing horseshit Elon Musk is pulling with "X", I realize a lot of people here might be pretty new. So I put together a quick and easy guide for using Tumblr for anyone new who might need it.
Tumblr was made by David Karp and we call him Daddy around these parts (^///^)
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This is not a glomp-free zone â*: .・. o(â§â˝âŚ)o .・.:*â
Use missing e. It's the only way to make Tumblr useable on Internet Explorer (this is the most popular browser and you're probably using it right now) :-D
Our only adult-supervision is John Green... and even then does that REALLY count as supervision? DFTBA! Ď(ăâ˝ă*)âŞ
Just this once, everyone lives. It's bigger on the inside. Elementary, my dear Watson.
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GOJO SATORU: THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER
⊠⧠Ë. synopsis: what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and look for revenge, and you get it by fucking his dad! NSFW
contents: fem!reader. age gap, blowjob, praise, degradation, use of slut, slight dumbification, dirty talk, and possibly more. 2.6K words.
you should've known that dating a rich boy came with more than just the moneyâit came with a shitty boyfriend too.Â
as you walk to his house, rain falling in your eyes, you curse every time he had you do his homework, his bills, even his fucking laundry. that's what you get for dating the spoiled heir to the massive gojo fortune.
you step onto the gojo estate's porch, wondering what possessed you to come all the way here in the middle of the night without an umbrella. thank god you still had the key your ex had given you, since he was too stupid to remember to take it back after he dumped you.
hands shaking from the cold, you slip the key into the lock and turn, a small smile dancing across your lips when it opens as easily as your ex's legs. he was probably out fucking another girl right now, if the pictures on his instagram story were any hint of his whereabouts.
you push the door open with your shoulder and dry your feet on the doormat. his parents are never home, and it's late enough for the staff to have all gone back to their quarters. besides, even if one or two were still here, they probably didn't know you weren't their spoiled brat's girlfriend anymore.
humming the post-breakup revenge song you'd been listening to for the past hour, you tie up your hair and look around. the only reason you walked all the way here in the middle of a dark, stormy night was for revenge, and you weren't leaving without it.
on the way to your ex's room, you stop in one of the bathrooms to dry off. rainwater slides off your body as you wring out your hair in the sink, water dripping down your wrist as you do so.
you walk the familiar path to your ex's room, rolling your eyes when you see a bra on the floor that definitely isn't yours. funnily enough, you aren't surprised. there's no hurt, no sadness, just disgust. your suspicions were rightâhe was fucking other girls while the two of you dated.Â
a sigh slips through your lips as you look around his room. it's messy, even with the help from the gojo estate's numerous staff. they say bigger rooms naturally look cleaner, and yet your ex's room still manages to mirror his mindâfilthy.
you're so immersed in the thousand ideas you have to ruin your ex's life that when a deep, sleep-ridden voice asks you what the fuck you're doing in his house, you nearly jump out of your skin.
you spin around, words caught in your throat when you come face-to-face with satoru gojo, your ex-boyfriend's dad and the infamous head of the gojo family.
it's more than shameful that the first thought you have is that shit, he's hot. you've met before, but it was only in passing. satoru's never around, and the extent of your relationship was a brief nod as he passed you in one of the many passageways in the gojo estate. in fact, you aren't entirely sure if he even knows who you are.
satoru gojo's well-known in japanânot only is he the reason the gojo family has its reputation, but he's made quite a name for himself by being the most affluent and handsome of them all.Â
you've heard stories about him back in his prime. most sound too far-fetched to be true, but the photos of him in his twenties that resurface from time-to-time make good material for your late-night fantasies.Â
and satoru's even more intimidating in person. he's easily over six feet tall with well-defined muscles, and he's the definition of a dilf. he's probably twice your age, but the glint in his eyes and casual arrogance in his stance makes him all the more attractive.
it's a shame his son is such a dickhead.
"are you one of my son's whores?" satoru asks dryly, eying the bra on the floor. you scowl and kick it away, a soft huff slipping through your lips.
"no, i'mâ wait, he never told you?" you cut yourself off with the question, a hint of incredulous disbelief in your tone.Â
satoru shrugs, reaching up to ruffle his hair. his shirt slides up just enough to expose his abs, which are really fucking hot by any standards. "if you're asking about my son, he thankfully leaves me out of his sex life," he says amusedly. "so, who are you? and what the hell are you doing in my house this late?"
"iâ" well, you couldn't just say you were here to ruin his son's life. "uh, i'm his... girlfriend."
satoru barks out a laugh, looking down at you through his long, white eyelashes. "really? you sure you're dating my son?"
you narrow your eyes and nod. satoru shakes his head, slipping one of his hands in his pocket and gesturing to the bra on the floor with the other. "either you aren't his girlfriend or you just found out he's cheating. which is it?"
well, you tried. "both." satoru raises his eyebrows at that and takes a seat on the chair across from his son's bed, exhaling as he does so.Â
"so, sweetheart, what's the story?" he asks, a bored expression on his face. he leans back and spreads his legs enough for you to wonder what it'd be like to be in between them.Â
not sensing that you really have a choice, you sit on the corner of his son's bed and start explaining. at first, you sugarcoat his son's actions, not wanting to sound like a whiny brat, but at one point he interjects with a sigh.
"i know my son," he says dryly, brushing his floppy white hair out of his eyes. "and i also know a liar when i see one."
"s' that so?" you mutter under your breath, ignoring the way satoru's eyes narrow at your side comment. from then on, you list every detail of just how shitty your ex was to you. you tell satoru how his son made you fold his clothes, how he dragged you to parties even when you swore you had homework, how he'd make you fuâ
you stop there, not wanting to divulge every detail of your sex life. sure, your ex forced you to fuck him every night in every way he knew existed from watching porn, but that wasn't for his dad to know.
satoru, who's been listening intently for the last five minutes, studies your irritated expression thoughtfully. rather than comment on the way you suddenly stopped ranting, he asks, "so you're here for revenge?"
you nod, crossing your legs. satoru eyes you for another second before placing his hands on his knees and standing up with a soft grunt. "do whatever you want, but i want you out of my house in fifteen minutes. and whatever you do stays in this room. no fire."
satoru looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. "is that clear?"
it would be easier to agree if satoru wasn't looking down at you with an expression like that on his face. it's somewhere between mild irritation and disgustâwhether it's directed at you or his son, you're not sure, but he probably has better things to do than listen to some girl's breakup story. so you nod, and satoru starts to leave.
just before he steps out the door, you think of a really fucking insane ideaâone that would absolutely shatter your ex. and for some reason, you say it out loud.
"you should fuck me."
oh my god.
satoru turns around slowly, hand clenched around his phone. "the fuck?"
you swallow, eyes wide and a stupid grin plastered on your face. "shit, iâ" you were ready to apologize for just about every word you've ever said, but satoru holds up his hand before you can start, cutting you off.
he scoffs, blue eyes glimmering with either amusement or annoyance. "you really are a piece of work, aren't ya?" satoru narrows his eyes, surveying you critically. his gaze settles on the way your shaky hands, and you hide them behind your back self consciously.
"you want me to fuck you on my son's bed?" he says dryly, stifling a laugh. when you force yourself to nod, he grins. "not bad, sweetheart. not bad at all."
"i-is that a yes?" you hate yourself for stuttering, but it makes satoru laugh.
"sure, why not?" he says, walking over to where you're still sitting on his son's bed and resting a hand on your shoulder. satoru rubs the side of your neck with his thumb, cerulean eyes fixed on your lips. "might be about time to teach my son a lesson anyways."
satoru's agreement surprises you enough to make your mouth fall open, and soon enough, his dick replaces the empty space between your lips.
"shit, you're takin' me so good, baby," satoru groans, hand tangled in your hair as he pushes his dick deeper into your throat. "yeah, that's it, jus' like thaâ fuck," he cuts himself off with a breathy laugh as you nearly choke.
he's big, way bigger than your ex, and you wonder how his dad's big dick gene skipped him. and even better, satoru's skilled too. he knows how to fuck you good, and you can tell that it's from experience, not from watching pornâunlike his lame excuse of a son.
"tell me, sweetheart," satoru drawls, looking down at you with a cheeky smile. "was my son half as good as i am in bed?"
when you shake your head no, satoru clicks his tongue in disapproval. "shit, now y're gonna expect every guy you fuck with to be as good as me. well, sorry 'bout that, because they aren't."
at least you know where his son gets his arrogance from.Â
it's getting a little hard to breathe, especially since you have ten inches of dick shoved down your throat. despite all satoru's talk, you can tell that he's getting close to cumming down your throatâhis eyes are twitching and his breaths are starting to become more and more shaky as you suck him off. soon enough, the coil in his stomach snaps and he cums, cursing and praising you as he does. satoru's grip on your hair tightens, and it's borderline painful as he tugs you deeper by the hair.
"shit, that was the best head i've had in a while," he groans after his breathing starts to go back to normal. satoru grins at you, shaking his head and pinning you on your back on the bed.
"you've already been fucked by a gojo here, haven't you?" satoru cooes, tracing your jawline with one of his fingers. "tch, i'll fuck you better than my shithead son ever could. show ya the reason we gojos have a reputation for our dicks."
and fuck, he does. after quickly making you cum on his fingers with the excuse of loosening you up, he roughly shoves his dick in your already-throbbing pussy with a grin. he's so fucking big that you've convinced he's gonna rip you in half.
"g-gojo, i can'tâ"
"sure y'can," he cuts you off, jaw tightening as you tighten around him. "fuckin'Â hell, you're just tight as a virgin. my son must be shit in bed, yeah?"
"mhm," you hum, tilting back your head and gasping for air as you feel your body heat up. "shitâ right thereâ"
satoru grins, dipping his head and meeting your tear-lidded eyes. he's far from gentleâit's barely been a couple minutes and your back is already in the highest arch of your life, and it's hard to form coherent thoughts as satoru continues bullying his cock into your pussy.
you lose track of time easilyâfuck, you forget there's even a world outside of whatever this is. at some point your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as your eyes roll backâjust a dumb slut for satoru; or at least that's what he calls you.
as you approach what must be the hundredth orgasm of the night, satoru asks you to say his name. it's almost embarrassing how much effort it is to sayâhe's fucked you dumb enough to the point where you're a babbling mess.
"shit, you can't even talk," satoru says with a grin, flicking your forehead playfully. "cute." he rests his elbow by your head and shoves his hand over your mouth, amusement dancing in his eyes. "you talk too much anyways, princess. take a break."
you whine against his hand and satoru shakes his head, a faux pout on his face. "c'mon, it's not like you can talk anyways," he tsks. his next thrust is particularly rough, and you can't seem to remember who the name of the dickhead who got you in this situationâwhat was your ex's name again? does it matter?
"yeah i can" you mumble, voice muffled by satoru's hand. when his pout deepens, you can't help but giggle, a sound that soon turns to a squeal when he pushes the side of your face into the mattress.
"what's so funny?" satoru grumbles, dipping his head and pressing his lips against the hand seperating your mouth from his. satoru's glimmering eyes are fixed on yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face. "fine then."
he pulls out, cursing under his breath as he presses his back to the headboard. satoru ignores the hm? that slips out of your lips and removes his hand from your mouth, resting it on his dick instead and stroking it with a smirk. "what is it, princess?"
"whaâ why'd you stop?"
satoru lifts his other wrist, studying the watch on it and turning his hand so you can see too. your vision is still so fucked up that the numbers look like swimming otters, but you can vaguely make out the time.
"it's been fifteen minutes, kid. time to go."
your mouth falls open and you sit up, still breathing heavily. one second you're having the best sex of your life, and the next your ex's dad is calling you kid and telling you it's time to go?
"not fair," you mumble, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your head on your knees. "that was a stupid time limit," you huff, chest heaving. "i couldn't have done anything to him in fifteen minutes anyways."
satoru snorts, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. "i'd say we did something in those fifteen minutes," he says dryly, white hair falling into his eyes.Â
"hmph."
satoru raises his eyebrows, biting the inside of his lip as he continues stroking himself. you notice the way his abs flex and tense the closer he gets; something that shouldn't be as attractive as it is.
"can't believe my dumbass son fucked up so badly with a girl like you," he groans after a minute, back resting against the headboard as he continues stroking his dick. "won't be seein' you around here again, huh?"
you blink, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as satoru eyes you intently. "what d'you mean?"
before satoru can answer, the two of you hear footsteps, and before either of you can do anything, standing in the doorway to his own room is your ex, a giggling girl on his arm. the faint scent of alcohol floods through your nose as they stumble in, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from laughing when your ex sees that his bed is already occupied.
"why the hell is my dad in bed with my ex-girlfriend?!"
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Honey love, dark eyes
⥠Chapter one âĄ
Summary: Joel Miller has been your best friend for four years, and your trust in him is as solid as ever. However, things go awry one night after a heated argument, and you find yourself in a position you never thought you'd be in: naked, underneath him, with his eyes devouring you like there's no tomorrow. And when you wake up the next morning, you know it right away, reality piercing your chest; things will never be the same again.
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A/N: Okay, I was planning for the first chapter to be 4K words MAX, but my imagination went crazy with this lol I really hope you like it. I really enjoyed writing this <3 warning: ANGST! don't forget to leave feedback, tell me what you think!
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You met him on the night of your twenty-second birthday, at the small party Cassie had put together for you in her dimly lit apartment. You hadnât wanted much of a celebration, nothing bigger than a few close friends, and certainly not a group of strangers. But when Brianna swept in, holding hands with a man you didnât know, and introduced him as her boyfriend, you felt a vague flicker of annoyance, the kind that accompanies unmet expectations.
"I thought it was just going to be us," you mumbled to Cassie, catching her in the kitchen as she poured herself another glass of wine.
She looked at you, her cheeks already flushed, eyes bright. "They're a few of my friends, too; theyâre niceâyouâll like them if you give it a chance." She smiled, urging you to relax, as though she could tease you out of your mood. "Itâs your birthday; donât be so sullen."
"I didnât know Brianna was bringing her boyfriend," you said quietly, as Cassie started back to the living room.
She paused, giving you a half-smile over her shoulder. "Neither did I, actually," she admitted, lowering her voice. "Apparently, they've been together for about a month. Sheâs really into him."
And she was. Brianna clung to him all night, her laughter spilling out freely, unrestrained and buoyant from the wine. It wasnât long before someone suggested karaoke, and as voices rang out in the next room, you slipped quietly back into the kitchen, craving a moment of solitude. You were surprised to find Briannaâs boyfriend there, leaning against the counter, scrolling absently through his phone with a glass of water in hand.
He looked up, straightened, and offered you a tentative smile. âOh, hi. Happy birthday,â he said, his voice warm but reserved. âSorry, I didnât get a chance to say it earlierâŚâ
âNo worries,â you replied, your tone reassuring. âThanks.â
He hesitated, as though weighing what to say next. âAre you having a good time?â
You gave a slight shrug. âItâsâŚâ but before you could finish, he cut in with a knowing smile.
âItâs okay. I donât love my birthday either.â His eyes glinted in the soft kitchen light, and you felt a small smile tugging at your own lips.
You looked at him then, really looked at him, allowing yourself the indulgence. âI didnât want to admit it,â you said, feeling the faintest hint of heat rising to your cheeks. âWhat was your name again?â
âJoel,â he answered, his gaze drifting briefly back to his phone. âSorry, Iâm a little on edge tonight. Left my daughter with a new babysitter. I think sheâs having a rough time.â
Your eyebrows rose in mild surprise; you hadnât pegged him as a dad. You moved closer, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice and asked, âHow old is she?â
âFour. Her nameâs Sarah.â He ran a hand through his hair, and you could tell he was tense. âItâs only the second time sheâs been with this sitter, and apparently, sheâs been crying all evening.â
âOh, poor thing,â you murmured sympathetically. âSheâs little. Changes like that must be hard on her.â
He sighed, his gaze drifting to the side as he typed something quickly on his phone. âI should probably get going. Brianna wonât love that idea; weâd planned to stay outâŚâ He paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours, worry etched across his face. âYou think sheâll be too mad?â
âNo,â you assured him, though you knew Brianna wouldnât be pleased. âGo be with your daughter. Sheâs little; she needs you. Brianna will understand.â
A grateful smile spread across Joelâs face, and for the first time, you noticed the faint dimple on his cheek. For a fleeting second, you wanted to reach out, trace it with your thumb.
âThanks,â he murmured, his eyes lingering on you in a way that felt unintentional, yet steady. âI hope your night gets better once karaoke is over,â he added with a quiet laugh. "Wish me luck."
You chuckled, meeting his gaze. âGood luck, Joel.â
He left with that same soft smile, and you watched him go, his warm brown eyes leaving an odd impression, like an unclaimed memory. And, as expected, Brianna didnât understand. She spent the rest of the night sulking, casting sharp words at Joel through her bitterness.
âYou knew he had a daughter when you got with him, this was bound to happen at some point,â Cassie told her, fed up with the other's complaints.
You didn't hear the answer, as you were distracted by watching the colorful pictures someone had put on the television.
You heard nothing more from Joel for a couple of weeks, until Cassie blurted out the gossip one morning while you were having lunch at her house.
âHe broke up with her,â she began to tell you. âHe told her she wasn't being empathetic and that he couldn't drop everything to party with her as if they had no responsibilities.â
It was no surprise. Brianna was a woman who lived at night; she was twenty-three years old and enjoyed it with the freedom that was rightfully hers. You couldn't blame her for wanting to have fun with her boyfriend. But Joel lived a very different reality than she did; at twenty-eight, he had a daughter to take care of, routines to follow, and a lot of work to do.
Although you thought it would take her longer to get over him, it wasn't long before she met a guy at her gym and got into it with him, outgrowing Joel in a matter of days. But for some reason, Joelâs warm, steady gaze stayed with you, like a whisper that hadnât fully faded.
Years passed quietly, slipping through your fingers like sand until, suddenly, it was your twenty-sixth birthday. This time, the scene was different: youâd moved into your own place just two days earlier, and there was little thought of celebrating. Instead, the weekend found you alone, arranging your things and attempting to bring order to the chaos of a new home.
It was a crisp Saturday morning, and you stood in your front yard with a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice in hand, humming along to some eighties tune drifting in from the living room. The songâone of those upbeat ones that made even housework feel lightâhad lifted your spirits, and you moved rhythmically as you pushed plastic flowers into the dirt along the front path, sending little puffs of air to make the petals flutter.
You were lost in your task when you heard soft footsteps behind you, instinctively making you turn.
âOh, hello,â you said, quickly masking the slight surprise the girlâs sudden appearance had given you.
She looked at you with wide, curious eyes, seemingly unfazed by her solo adventure.
âHi. Whatâs your name? Do you live here?â she asked, her gaze shifting from your face to the flowers in your hands.
Glancing around for any sign of her parents, you noted her relaxed stance, like sheâd been coming here all her life. Smiling, you nodded and gave her your name. âYep, I just moved in.â
She looked unimpressed. âThis house was empty for a while. I didnât like the kid who lived here before. He was a pain in the assââ
âSarah!â came a sharp voice from behind, making you jump slightly. Heavy footsteps approached, and you squinted against the sun to see a figure striding toward you, his features obscured by the bright morning light.
When he stepped closer, his face came into focus, and your breath caught. You knew him.
âSarah, you canât just leave the house like that,â he said sternly, a furrow in his brow, his tone more parental than reproachful.
He turned to you, and the scowl softened as recognition dawned.
âJoel,â you murmured, the name slipping out before you even meant to say it aloud.
His expression shifted into a surprised smile, and that was all it took to break the ice between you. You explained that youâd just moved in and were still settling. Joel offered to help with anything you needed, including taking a look around the house to ensure everything was in order. He formally introduced you to Sarah, now eight years old, who had nearly scared him to death by sneaking out. She had his same lively spark in her eyes, a brightness that seemed familiar.
That evening, Sarah invited you to dinner with them, leaving Joel with little choice but to agree. And one dinner became many, as evenings blurred into weekends, and you found Joelâs presence in your life weaving into something inseparable from your routine. He started popping by to help with small projects, fixing kitchen cabinets or adjusting the wobbly front steps, visits stretching into movie marathons or lazy conversations with cold beer in hand. Days flowed into evenings of chatting over the meals you cooked to share with Sarah, and sometimes her uncle Tommy. Though Joel claimed he was no cook, his barbecues were legendary, and you couldnât deny you looked forward to them most of all. And soon enough, he was there for everything, from driving you to doctorâs appointments to accompanying you on those grocery runs he pretended to hate. He even started showing up early on days he knew youâd need a ride. Over time, he became the best friend youâd ever had, a safe place, someone who felt like family. With everyone else scatteredâCassie overseas, old friends moved awayâJoel became your rock.
It wasnât something you dared to admit to yourself often, but you couldnât imagine your life without him. And maybe thatâs why you never allowed yourself to voice those little fleeting thoughts, the ones that flitted through your mind every now and then: how safe you felt whenever he threw his arm around your shoulders, or how good he looked reclining on his couch after a long day. Or how perfect it felt when the three of youâSarah dozing on his lap, you leaning into his shoulderâsat together in the warm silence of a Sunday afternoon. There was an ache, too, a quiet pang whenever he mentioned another woman. Thankfully, that was rare; Joel once told you, with a shrug, that he âwasnât really looking for that sort of thing.â
Sometimes, you watched him carefully as you talked about your own dates, hoping to catch a glimmer of jealousy in his gaze, some subtle cue that maybe he felt the same way. But there was never anything you wanted to see, and you always felt silly for looking. So, you buried it all. The risk of ruining things with Joel wasnât worth the confession.
One afternoon, however, your emotions almost escaped your eyes when, while preparing Joel's birthday cake, Sarah dropped a piece of news that caught you off guard. She told you, with her usual nonchalance, that Joel had gone out the night before with someone new.
âYeah, itâs like⌠the third time theyâve gone out,â Sarah mentioned while spreading cream on the sponge cake. âI donât know her name or anything, just that he met her in line at the bank,â a laugh choked in her throat, amused at imagining her father flirting with some woman in a public space.
You forced a smile, laughing along like it was funny.
"And who stayed with you last night?â you asked, trying to keep your tone casual.
Not that Sarah was necessarily a baby; she was already twelve and extremely independent. But Joel never left her alone if he went out for the night, he knew how much she loved spending time with you watching movies and eating junk food. Then, when he arrived, you would pester him with gossipy questions and he would pretend to get angry and then answer every one of them.
âUncle Tommy," she said, eyeing her work with satisfaction. âWe had fun, but I kinda wished youâd come too. Hey, what do you think?â she fingered the cream neatly arranged with the angled knife.
âIt's perfect,â you smiled at her, not waiting too long to ask the question you wanted so badly. âWhy didn't you call me then?â
Sarah started sprinkling colorful sprinkles on top of the cream and looked at you for a second when she noticed the tone in your voice at the last word. She didn't seem to think much of it.
âYou were busy, weren't you? Dad said you had something to do.â
Her answer hit you like a small weight to the chest. Joel had purposefully left you out. Heâd even made an excuse for Sarahâs benefit. So, there had been three datesâthree times heâd kept this woman a secret. A small knot formed in your stomach as you forced yourself to smile, still watching Sarah as she concentrated on the last of the sprinkles.
In the kitchen, you were running your hand through the steam from the beef stew on the stoveâJoelâs favoriteâwhen the door opened. His footsteps grew louder, approaching, and you nervously adjusted the dress youâd chosen, one you knew he liked, though heâd never said it. It was your favorite too, a cream-colored sundress with delicate shoulder ties.
Sarah sprang forward, covering his eyes. âDonât look, the tableâs not ready.â
You hurried to set the glasses in their places, your hands a little shaky as you moved, hoping he wouldnât notice the flush creeping up your cheeks.
âI donât need to see itâI can smell it, and it smells incredible,â Joel grinned beneath Sarahâs tiny hands, which sheâd plastered over his eyes, half to keep him from sneaking a glance, half just because she could.
âToo bad you donât smell incredible,â Sarah retorted with a smirk, wrinkling her nose. "Go take a shower!"
You laughed, catching Joelâs raised brow at her.
âYouâve got five minutes,â you said, placing the lid on the simmering pot.
Joel snorted, brushing Sarahâs hands away from his face.
âThatâs the smell of a hardworking man,â he replied, feigning offense as he turned for the stairs. âYâall oughtta know.â
*
Later, the three of you sat around the table, and Joel took his first bite of the stew, eyes widening, a kind of bliss washing over his face. He tossed his head back and groaned.
âSweet Glory,â he mumbled, closing his eyes. âThank you for this.â
âOh, come on,â you teased, though part of you couldnât help but feel a pang of something between irritation and flattery. âYou say that every time I cook for you.â
He shook his head, smiling as he chewed, then spoke softly, his gaze slipping downward.
âIâm not exaggeratingâI love everything you do.â A pause, and then a quick, awkward clarification. âI mean, everything you cook.â
The clarification was like a line drawn in the sand, a boundary etched by his voice alone.
You smiled weakly and inwardly thankful when Sarah spoke, telling you about something that had happened at her school that week and distracting you from the question that was spellbinding your tongue. You were dying to ask it, to look him in the eye and ask: who did you go out with last night? Why didn't you tell me? Is it someone I know? Is that it?... But you didn't, you stayed quiet and participated in the pleasant conversation, celebrating his birthday as he deserved. After all, no matter how much it angered you that he kept things from you, it was still his special day.
After dinner, Sarah forced Joel to sit in front of his cake, two lit number candles glowing in front of him. You turned out the lights, watching as the light from the flames reflected beautifully in your best friend's dark pupils.
Joel was wearing a black T-shirt and dark jeans, his hair was still barely damp from the shower he'd taken before, and his sun-kissed tan face looked smooth, decorated by the beard and mustache you loved so much. Behind him, his shadow vibrated and spread across the wall with grandeur.
âMake a wish!â Sarah cheered, bouncing with excitement as she placed her small hands on his shoulders.
Joel smiled, closed his eyes, and blew out the candles. In the dimness, you leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.
âHappy birthday, old man,â you whispered, your hand resting gently on his neck.
He reached for your hand, pressing a warm, lingering kiss into your palm. âIâm not that old,â he muttered with a mock frown.
Sarah giggled, holding a knife to cut the cake and licking a dab of frosting from her thumb. âYouâll be forty in four years,â she teased, catching your amused expression.
Joel scoffed, scratching his stomach as he stood back up, turning to you with a smile that made you forget, just for a moment, all the questions you were holding back. There was only Joel, his rumbling laugh, Sarahâs delighted giggles. It felt like home.
Sarah gave him his gift first: a copy of Curtis and Viper 2 with the deleted scenes and a mystery box. When he opened it, a smile formed on his lips.
He pulled out a weathered wristwatch, broken for months, now polished and repaired.
âI took it in to be fixed. Do you like it?â Sarah asked, eyes wide with anticipation.
Joel nodded, eyes softening as he extended his wrist for her to put it on. âItâs perfect, baby.â
âLet's watch the movie later,â Sarah said. âYou can't fall asleep.â
âLet's see which one of us falls asleep first,â you joked, and you were right. Joel had been working all afternoon and Sarah had been yawning for hours.
You turned and picked up the box resting beside your feet, handing it to him. When he opened it, Joel pulled out a black cloth garment and a paper envelope. He tugged at the cloth, revealing a thick, soft jacket. He read the label and a smile appeared on his lips.
âI saw it and thought of you,â you said, mimicking his gesture.
âHow much did you pay for this?â
âDon't worry about it, it had to be yours,â you noted as you stood up and took it from his hand. âHere, stand up. Let's see how it fits you.â
âAnd what if it doesn't fit? Do we have to travel to Rome to exchange it?â
You laughed, then helped him slide it over his shoulders, a comfortable, familiar movement.
âI know you by heart, I couldn't be wrong.â
âSo?â he asked, smiling coquettishly. Your stomach tingled and you decided to ignore it.
âLookinâ good, Dad,â Sarah chimed in, her innocent smile lighting up the moment. âBet someone special will love it, too.â
Joel smiled weakly, as if he was trying to tell her something with his eyes, and for a second you hated the thought of your gift being enjoyed by someone else. You imagined him getting ready to go out with her -whoever she was-, running his hand through his hair and perfuming his neck as he did from time to time whenever he went out with someone. You knew that perfume perfectly, you'd recognize it anywhere, though you were sure it wouldn't smell the same on anyone else. Joel added his own scent to it, and you loved it.
âOkay, now, open the envelope,â you urged, your voice unintentionally sharper than you meant.
Joel sat back down and opened the blue paper envelope. He read the note carefully and when he looked up, you and Sarah were looking at him excitedly.
âSunshine, did you pay for this?â he asked you, a soft disbelief in his tone.
Inside were three plane tickets. Sarah had helped you pick the destinationâsomewhere none of you had been but would love.
When you nodded, he let out a soft sigh. âLet me cover part of it.â
You groaned, rolling your eyes. âItâs my birthday gift to you, Joel. Itâs all settled. You need a vacation, and we certainly do too, don't we?â
âThat's right,â Sarah confirmed, smiling complicitly.
He sighed, shaking his head. âYouâre too good to me.â
But he smiled, tucking the tickets back into the envelope.
Time with Joel and Sarah was easy. When you were with them, hours slipped away, and the heaviness of everything else seemed to dissolve. You felt at home, and sometimes it left you wondering about Sarahâs mother, about how anyone could have left them. Didnât she see how extraordinary they were? Didnât she realize what sheâd lost?
You thought about this as you relaxed on the couch beside Joel, Sarah curled up with her head on your shoulder. Her breathing had slowed, and you smiled, realizing sheâd fallen asleep. Three glasses sat on the coffee table: the wine Joel had opened just before dinnerâa bottle youâd brought back from your last trip to Italyâand Sarahâs lemon soda. Joel snorted softly, glancing at his daughter with a smirk, then leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
âFallen soldier,â he whispered, smiling.
You laughed, brushing a hand over Sarahâs hair. âSheâs tired. She was up all afternoon making your cake, you know? Tried the cream three times before she got it right.â
Joel sighed, an apologetic note in his voice. âI know, sorry I was late. I know she wanted me here sooner.â
Curtis and Viper 2Â was halfway through on the TV, forgotten in the background. Joel straightened, signaling heâd take Sarah to bed, and you shifted to make room as he lifted her, carrying her toward the stairs. You watched him disappear down the hallway, and as the house fell into a quiet lull, that familiar disappointment stirred in your chest. Now, without Sarahâs chatter, youâd have to keep pretending that nothing was wrong.
You took a long sip of your wine, finishing off the glass just as Joel returned. He sat down heavily beside you, causing the cushions to sink as he let out a sigh, rubbing a hand over his eyes before giving you a grateful look.
âThanks for today, I had a great time. Sarah was very happy,â he said quietly, a warm smile appearing on his lips.
âI'm glad, hun. Although the credit goes to her, I just made dinner.â
âDoesnât matter. You helped her, and Iâm grateful. I mean that. For today, and for⌠all these years.â His voice softened, almost reverent.
âYou donât have to thank me,â you whispered, feeling your pulse pick up as he leaned closer, his brown eyes unreadable but soft. âYouâre my family, both of you. Really, Iâm the one who owes you thanks.â
He shook his head and leaned back, taking another sip of his wine.
âNot at all,â he replied, leaning back again.
You watched him for a moment, turning the weight of your question over in your mind. If you said something, heâd make an excuse. If you kept silent, the doubt would eat at you. You tried to fix your gaze on the TV, on anything other than his profile in the dim room. But the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.
âSo, what did you do last night?â
He tensed beside you, so subtly that only you couldâve noticed. âWhat?â
You tried to keep your tone even, hoping you didnât sound like youâd spent all day thinking about it. âI just⌠didnât see your truck out there, thought maybe you were gone or something.â It was a lie; you had fallen asleep on your couch last night, you hadn't even noticed Joel was gone.
Joel seemed to measure his words carefully. âOh. Yeah⌠I just went out for a beer with Tommy,â he answered, his tone a little too casual.
Heat crept up your face, disbelief taking root. He really was holding out on you for some reason, wasn't he? The man was lying to you, and not very cleverly. Tommy had been with Sarah, what if you had seen him, hadn't he thought of that? Apparently not.Â
It took a moment before you could bring yourself to say anything, watching as he glanced at you with an uneasy smile, waiting for you to believe him.
âJoel,â you murmured, not quite able to keep the accusation out of your voice. âYouâre lying to me.â
He gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, but you didnât let him off so easily. Before he could say anything, you spoke again.
âTommy was with Sarah last night, here,â you pointed out, your voice firmer this time. His silence told you everything, his face drawn and uncertain as he realized youâd caught him.
After a long pause, he looked down, his voice unusually flat. âAlright, yeah. I know.â
The admission was so casual it took you by surprise, but you shook your head, feeling the ache of frustration and betrayal creep in.
âWhy would you lie to me?â you pressed. âWeâre friends. Why wouldnât you tell me youâre seeing someone?â
Joel sighed, avoiding your gaze, his eyes instead locked somewhere in the distance. âItâs⌠itâs nothing serious,â he mumbled. âJust getting to know her. Don't make such a fuss out of it.â
âWhat? what you're saying doesn't make sense. Youâve kept it hidden, avoided every chance to be honest about it. Why?â you asked, trying not to let the hurt seep into your voice.
âItâs not like that,â he insisted, but his voice sounded unsure.
âSo if I call Tommy right now, heâll tell me the truth? Or did you ask him to keep this from me too?â
Finally, he met your gaze, his eyes scanning your face, reading the frustration and hurt youâd tried to keep buried. You could see it in his eyes, that familiar tug of defiance, a flash of something deeper than guilt or secrecy.
âWhat if I did?â His voice was almost philosophical, his gaze intense and challenging. âThis is my private life. I donât have to explain myself to anyone, not even you. Do I?â
You drew in a sharp breath. His words struck like a slap, but you steadied yourself. âYouâre right, Joel. You donât owe me explanations. But you donât have to lie to me, either.â You looked down, feeling your voice start to waver. âYouâve never hidden your relationships from me before.â
He sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face and slumping back against the couch.
After a few seconds, he finally looked at you, a look of exasperation crossing his face.
âBecause of this.â He gestured between you, his tone gentle but firm. âThis reaction, right here, is exactly why I didnât tell you.â
What Joel was saying didnât make sense. Your frustration wasnât over him seeing someone else; it was something else entirely, something more fundamental.
âOh, just stop,â you snapped, voice sharp. âIâm not mad because youâre dating someone, Joel. Iâm mad that you lied to me. Theyâre two completely different things.â
He took a breath, settling back on the couch, and turned to face you, a guarded expression crossing his face. âNo, itâs always the same thing. Remember the last time I was seeing someone?â
And you did, briefly. A year ago, one of his friends had introduced him to his cousinâa woman who had just moved to town. She was polite enough, but her smiles had a brittle quality to them, and when she met Sarah, her warmth never extended beyond a single, dismissive greeting. The indifference was obvious, at least to you, and maybe youâd let that show a little too openly. Joel had caught on quickly, and after that, things with her fizzled out.
âThat was different,â you argued, exasperated. âShe wasnât nice, Joel. She had zero interest in Sarah.â
He gave a bitter, half-smile. âMaybe, but it wasnât your job to manage that. I can handle my own relationships. But you alwaysââ he paused, thumping his chest with a finger, âyou always step in. Always get defensive.â
âThatâs not true!â Your voice rose as anger crept in, heating your face. âYouâre just making excuses. Date whoever you want, Joel, I donât care. But donât lie to me, donât insult me with these flimsy excuses. Or if youâre going to lie, at least make it convincing.â
He clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening, something fierce sparking in his eyes. âAre you sure about that?â he asked, his voice low and measured, the words hanging between you like a dare.
âSure about what?â Your brow creased in confusion, the pulse in your chest picking up, a flurry of anger and⌠something else you couldnât place, mingling with the haze of the wine.
His eyes narrowed, holding yours, unflinching. âThat you donât care. Thatâs what this is about, isnât it? Because I know you, i know you to well to know youâre just jealous.â
Jealous. He thought you were jealous.
He had missed the point completely. Your feelings for him were complex, that much was true. But you had learned, or thought you had learned, to carry them quietly. Your friendship with him had come to feel like a sturdy house you could live inside without having to ask too much of it. Having him in your life was enough.
But now, you felt that house shift, cracks spreading through the walls. His inability to trust you hurt more deeply than youâd expected. The openness youâd once trusted was fracturing. You felt the sting of tears prick at your eyes, the words heâd thrown out so casually cutting to the quick.
âFuck you, Joel,â you muttered, standing abruptly, storming to the door and slamming it shut behind you. You barely heard him call your name as you left, fury driving you down the front steps, the cool night air biting at your cheeks.
Honestly, he could go fuck himself.
Just as your hand reached your front door, his footsteps closed in behind you, his strides fast enough to catch up. You tried to close the door before he could reach you, but his hand caught it just in time, his voice heavy with irritation.
âJust go away, Joel,â you said, barely glancing at him. âI donât want to see you again.â
âThatâs not true, and you know it.â His voice was calm, almost pleading.
You stepped back, reluctantly letting him into the foyer. Heâd have come in anyway.
âI mean it, God. Go home,â you insisted, your voice wavering, betraying the anger mixed with something else.
He shook his head, taking a few steps closer, his jaw tight. âCan we just talk?â
âTalk?â you repeated incredulously. âTalk about what? About how wrong you are?â
He didnât flinch, but his eyes darkened. âDonât act like what I said was crazy,â he said, voice steady but a little sharper now.
You scoffed, throwing your hands up. âOh, so now Iâm jealous, is that it? Then, by your logic, you mustâve been jealous too, right? Like last month, when Travis asked me out. Because if thatâs the case, then weâre having the same conversation, arenât we?â
Joel clicked his tongue, tilting his head with an exaggerated sigh. âNo, Travis is just a jerk. And I donât like him, plain and simple.â
Travis Dunn, your neighbor, had moved in a few months after you did. Handsome, tall, and friendly, everyone on the street adored himâeveryone except Joel. He couldnât seem to stand him, though Travis was always polite to him.
Last month, when Travis had asked you out, Joel had practically laughed in your face when you told him about it, muttering something dismissive as if the very idea was absurd. Youâd told Travis you were busy, though deep down you knew the real reason you hadnât accepted was because of Joelâs disapproval.
You shook your head, exasperated. âTravis isnât a jerk, Joel, you just donât like him. Heâs nice, honestly, much nicer than some people, if weâre being honest here. Everyone loves him; youâre the only one who has a problem with him.â
âThen everyoneâs as much of an idiot as he is, sunshine.â
âOh, really? Or maybe⌠youâre jealous of him?â Your tone was teasing, but you felt the shift as soon as you said it.
Joelâs mouth twitched in a half-smile, but the humor didnât reach his eyes. He ran his tongue over his lips, shaking his head slowly, twice.
âDonât turn this on me,â he said. âThis isnât about Travis or me.â
âNo?â you shot back, voice edged with challenge. âSo if I go tomorrow and say yes to him, that wouldnât bother you at all, right?â
He stepped closer to you, his eyes dark with something youâd never seen in him before. The air seemed to thicken, his presence so intense it felt as though it wrapped around you. He leaned in, his face close enough that his words brushed your skin.
âYou can do whatever you want, baby. Itâs your fucking life.â
âAnd you can do whatever you want too, Joel. Thatâs the fucking point!â you nearly shouted, hands pushing against his shoulders, shoving him away. âI donât care what you do! Itâs already clear you donât get it, you donât get anything, ANYTHING!â
Joel staggered back for a split second, but it wasnât long before he closed the distance again, though he didnât get as close this time.
His voice was lower, a thread of something hard in his tone. âIf youâre so insulted by the idea of being jealous, maybe thatâs something for you to think about. Ever thought of doing a little introspection?â
âAre you drunk, Joel?â you asked, eyes narrowed, softening your voice a fraction. The argument was exhausting you, and the anger left you feeling hollow.
He laughed, an odd, choked sound. âOh, c'mon, you know one bottle of wine ain't enough to get me drunk.â
âYeah, but youâre tired, and youâre not exactly young, Joel,â you said, brushing past him, his gaze glued to you the entire time. âAlcohol hits you differently now. Just go home, leave me alone.â
âFine. Iâll leave you alone, and maybe then you can run across the street and fuck Travis Dunn, if you want it so badly,â he shot back, impatience tinging his voice as he turned toward the still-open door.
The words hit you like a slap. You froze for a moment, the anger washing over you in a wave. Before you could think twice, you rushed up to him, gripping his arm tightly to force him to turn and look at you.
âWhat the hell did you just say, Joel?â you hissed, grabbing his shirt, fingers bunching in the fabric as you backed him up until his shoulders hit the wall by the door. âGo on, say it again!â
Your breaths came fast, chest rising and falling as the rush of anger pushed tears to your eyes. You couldnât believe heâd actually spoken to you like that, cutting right through to something raw and vulnerable. Heâd never spoken to you like that before. Maybe he was a little drunk, or maybe he was losing his mind.
But there was no softness in his gaze, no hint of the Joel you knew. His stare was sharp, almost wild with something simmering underneath, something you didnât understand. To you, this whole argument made no sense, at least not his reaction.
Joelâs grip on your wrist was firm, almost grounding, as he pulled you closer, pressing your palm against his chest. âI canât stand that asshole, but go ahead and fuck him if you want,â he spat, voice laced with frustration. âGo fuck the whole neighborhood while youâre at it. I really donât care anymore.â
His words were harsh, designed to cut, but they only drew a laugh from youâsharp and derisive. A tear slipped down your cheek, uninvited.
âWhat, did you ever care?â you asked, your voice trembling on the last syllable, thick with emotion.
But Joel didnât respond, and the silence ignited a fire in you, something that swirled beneath the surface, ready to boil over.
âDo you know why weâre friends, Joel?â Your pulse quickened, each beat like a drum in your ears. âBecause it just works between us. There are no ulterior motives. You know why? Because I donât like you like that. Youâre not even my type, and you never will be. And no, Iâm not jealous that youâre dating some woman youâll probably dump in less than a month, so get the fuck over it and leave me the fuck alone!â
You watched as his gaze flickered between your eyes, uncertainty warring with something darker. Suddenly, with an unexpected strength, Joel tightened his grip on your wrist and pushed you back hard against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from your lungs, leaving you gasping as your back hit the unforgiving surface.
His expression had transformed, those deep, dark eyes piercing you like arrows. His breath quickened, crashing against your face, and you could feel your lower lip tremble as he pressed even closer, pinning you against the wall.
âYou donât know how to lie,â he murmured, his lips almost brushing against your cheek.
The sensation was unbearable; his body pressed against yours, heat radiating off him and melting you inside. You could feel the edge of something primal, something that could tip either way. But suddenly, clarity surged through you. With a burst of strength, you pushed him away, breaking free from his grasp, forcing him to pull back just enough for you to gasp for air.
But the distance felt worse. In his eyes, you recognized something youâd never seen beforeâdesire, raw and unfiltered. It clawed at you, igniting an inexplicable need. A sigh escaped your lips, and like a match struck in a dark room, it was enough to set off an explosion. In an instant, Joel lunged at you, and you found yourself wrapped around him, mouths colliding in a desperate kiss filled with moans and the urgency of your racing hearts.
With a loud thud, Joel kicked the front door shut, his hands moving feverishly down your body, fingers skimming your thighs, slipping beneath your dress. He caressed your skin before squeezing your ass hard, drawing a moan from your lips that echoed in the small space between you. You clung to him tighter, his hands fitting around you as if they were made for this very moment.
He pulled back for a breath, the sound wet and chaotic against the walls of your home, and then his lips descended down your neck, unraveling what little sanity you had left. A moan rumbled in his throat as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently to tilt your head back, giving him better access to the tender spot just below your ear, your blood pulsing beneath his hungry mouth.
Joel seemed to want to devour you whole; his hands roamed erratically, trembling as his mouth kissed and bit your jaw, pressing your bodies together in a way that felt impossibly intimate. When you lifted your right leg and wrapped it around his side, he was quick to respond, hands securing your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto his hips, burying his face against your chest.
Another moan escaped you, and he pulled you down just enough to find your lips again. âJoel,â you whispered, breathless as you parted from him, pressing your forehead against his, eyes searching his.
âTell me to stop and I will,â he said, his voice low, almost broken, each word laced with a vulnerability youâd never heard from him before. âDo you want me to stop?â
âNo,â you replied in a small, desperate cry, feeling the heat radiating from him, the thin fabric of your underwear igniting a fire deep within you.
You were dying of thirst, and he had just asked you if you would refuse a sip of water. Was he mad? You wanted to drink it all.Â
No sooner had you answered than Joel pulled you off the wall, striding toward the stairs with a confident grace. You lowered your legs cautiously, meeting his lips again in a frantic, wet kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with urgency.
You walked to your room with the agility of one who knows where to step, and once inside, you grabbed the shirt you had angrily grabbed earlier and lifted it up his body in a desperate attempt to rip it off. Joel raised his arms, letting the fabric pass over both of you and then fall to the floor, and as quickly as your hands returned to his chest, he kissed your neck again, desperate, pressing his fingers into the tender flesh of your waist, seeking a physically impossible closeness.Â
His hands found your thighs once more, fingers gripping and kneading with a measured intensity that sent electric shivers through you. As he moved lower, his fingertips brushed the thin fabric of your underwear, inching closer to where you ached for him, squeezing you tighter as if to draw you in.
In a single, decisive motion, he grasped the hem of your dress and pulled it upward, the fabric sliding along your skin as he lifted it away, tossing it aside with a casual disregard that only heightened the tension in the air. He took a step back, his gaze roaming over you, from the soft curve of your face down to the tips of your toes, a look of hunger that felt almost consuming.
You weren't wearing a bra (your dress didn't require it) and your breasts fell beautifully in front of him, hard nipples and soft skin. Your chest flushed with warmth, a rosy hue creeping into your cheeks as you swallowed hard, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated when he stepped closer.
âIâve always loved that dress,â he said, his voice trembling with an emotion that was both reverent and raw.
âI know,â you replied, a smile curling at the corners of your lips, the moment igniting an intimacy that made your heart race.
His eyes swept down your body again, glittering with an unmistakable lust, and when he closed the distance, standing right before you, your breath caught in your throat.
His hands slid around your waist, firm yet tender, pulling you into him with a deftness that sent a thrill coursing through you. In one seamless motion, he lifted you off the ground, your feet barely grazing the floor as you instinctively stood on your tiptoes, the world narrowing to just the two of you.
Joelâs eyes darkened with a hunger that left you breathless, and he leaned in, his lips finding one of your breasts with a soft kiss that felt both electrifying and reverent. The warmth of his mouth sent a rush of heat through your body, and before you could gather your thoughts, he nipped your nipple gently, a teasing bite that sent chills racing across your skin.
His teeth grazed you just enough to elicit a gasp, a shuddering reaction that echoed in the space between you. But he didnât linger on the sharpness of that moment; he quickly replaced the sensation with the soothing warmth of his lips, enveloping you entirely.
He sank to one knee, lowering himself until his lips brushed your stomach, the warm sensation sending ripples of desire coursing through you. His face lingered dangerously close to where you needed him most.
Joel placed his hands on your hips, fingers gripping the elastic of your underwear, his gaze locking onto yours for a moment that stretched into eternity before he slowly began to lower it, the fabric sliding down your legs and pooling at your feet. You felt his breath hitch at the sight of your now bare center, the anticipation thickening the air between you as he inched closer, finally brushing his lips against your mons pubis.
âPrecious,â he murmured, and the warmth of his breath washed over you like a caress, drawing a small, needy moan from your lips. His hands parted your legs slightly, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding you firmly in place.
You cupped his face gently, as if afraid you might break him, and then, without warning, Joel licked his lips and plunged forward, his mouth connecting with you in a surprise that made your eyes flutter shut. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer as he devoured you, his tongue working its magic as he sucked and kissed you whole, with an urgency that left you breathless.
He growled into you, the sound reverberating through your body, and you felt weakness seep into your legs, trembling under the weight of his relentless attention. Joel was eating you like a hungry man, tasting you and soaking in your juices with a fervor that felt primal, kissing you as if his life depended on it.
âFuck,â you gasped, feeling every muscle in your body tighten as a building pressure coiled inside you.
He pulled away for just a moment, his eyes darkened with lust, a playful smile creeping onto his lips before he returned to you, closing his mouth around your clit, sucking and licking with a skill that made your head spin.
âAhâJoel, Iâm going toâIâm going toââ You struggled to articulate the intensity of what was building within you, your words stumbling over the tide of pleasure washing over you.
His voice vibrated through you, trailing off into a soft, âMhm.â
You pulled at his hair, tugging harder as a wrenching moan escaped your throat. The world around you faded as his movements grew more frantic, his tongue flicking at you with a desperate fervor. One of his hands released your thigh, and a low groan escaped his lips as his finger found your entrance, sliding inside with an ease that made you gasp.
âFuck me, youâre so wet,â he murmured, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of youâyour cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with lust. A satisfied smile broke across his face, and you thought he had never looked so gorgeous.
From your point of view, he looked beautiful. His bright eyes worshipped you intently, his mouth and mustache glistened bathed in you, his hair tossed by your hands mingled in all directions. Joel Miller had never looked so good.
Another finger joined the first, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the sensation as he curled them just right, hitting that sweet spot that made you gasp for air. You gripped his hair again, pulling him closer, and he let out a throaty laugh, clearly reveling in the sight of you completely undone.
You felt his mouth on you again, the warmth of his lips kissing and sucking with an insatiable hunger that left you breathless. The sound of it was utterly obscene, echoing around the room like a carnal symphony, and it drove you to the brink of madness, your mind spinning in a dizzying haze of pleasure.
His movements grew more intense, a rhythm building that sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your body. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, your hips moving in desperate undulations, surrendering to the climax that Joel savored with unrelenting focus. Your fingers clenched around him, digging in perhaps a bit too hard, but he welcomed it, desperate to drink in every last drop of what you were offering, to savor you whole.
With a low grunt, he squeezed your hips before pulling away, the wet sound of his departure from you hanging heavy in the air. You barely registered his rise from the floor, lost in the aftershocks of pleasure, your eyes still closed as the vibrations coursed through you. It wasnât until his hands gripped your waist that you finally blinked awake, lifting your eyelids to find him gazing down at you, his face mere inches from yours.
He leaned in, capturing your mouth again, a kiss that was both desperate and tender, igniting a fire deep within you. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as you melted into the kiss. As the intensity built, you let your fingers drift down his chest, trailing lightly until they found the leather of his belt, the sensation sending shivers through you as you tugged him closer.
Joel vibrated against you, a low growl escaping as he nipped at your lower lip while you fumbled with his steel buckle, the sound of it being released becoming your new favorite melody. You unzipped his pants, your heart racing as you slipped your hand inside, finally touching him for the first time.
Your pulse quickened as you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the heat radiating from his velvet soft skin; big, hot and throbbing in your palm. A rush of desire flooded you, and you pulled away from his lips, dropping to your knees before him, your eyes wide as you took in his form.Â
There he stood, beautiful and swollen with need, and your mouth watered at the sight. You cupped him gently, drawing him closer to your lips, placing a soft kiss on the tip. Joel closed his eyes at the sensation, surrendering to the moment completely, and you traced your tongue over him, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre cum that made your insides tighten with longing.
With a hint of effort, you attempted to take him fully into your mouth, but he was too large, stretching you in ways you hadnât expected. Joel lowered his gaze to you, his fingers caressing your jaw as you struggled to adjust.
âSlow, baby,â he urged, his voice silky yet strained, and it sent another rush of need through you. "I know you can do it."
You matched your hand to your mouth, stroking him where you couldnât quite reach, while your other hand gently caressed his balls, moving in a synchronized rhythm. Joel tensed beneath your touch, his fingers shifting from your face to tangle in your hair, guiding you as he reveled in the pleasure you were giving him.
The sounds in the room became a symphony of pleasure, every moan and gasp echoing off the walls, and you watched as Joel's pleasure climbed. The image was enough to drive him over the edge; your pink, swollen lips covered him and his cock glistened with your saliva, dripping from your chin with every move you made. Your teary eyes looked up at him desirously, and he could take no more; his gaze was filled with a primal hunger that threatened to unravel him. He finally withdrew from your mouth with great reluctance when he felt his stomach tighten, a low complaint escaping your throat in protest.
His breathing was heavy, and a flush colored his cheeks as he lifted you effortlessly, holding you at the waist, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. In one swift motion, he laid you back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moved closer; Joel kneeling and settling between your legs which you instinctively opened for him.Â
You needed him, you needed him to fill you whole. You had never needed anything as much as you needed him at that moment. And as if he was reading your thoughts - or maybe he needed you as much as you needed him - he leaned in, taking your mouth with his once more, his moans blending with yours as he lost himself in you.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, the taste of him igniting a fire in your veins. You felt him positioning himself at your entrance, his heat pulsing against you, and an intense sigh shot through your chest as Joel entered you in one thrust, burning and stretching you around him.Â
âOh God,â he groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His right hand traveled to your left leg, lifting it and resting it high on his shoulder, while without hesitation, his other hand mirrored the movement with your right leg, bringing you into a position that felt both intimate and vulnerable. You were completely folded under him.
A cry escaped your lips as Joel began to move on top of you, his face hovering just inches above yours, the heat between you palpable. No one had ever penetrated you so deeply; it felt as though he was everywhere, filling you completely, every inch of you alive with sensation.
Joel's right hand gently squeezed your neck, seeking your mouth for a kiss as his movements took on a more urgent pace. The rhythmic collision of his hips against your buttocks created a beautiful sound that echoed off the walls, each thrust punctuated by the soft, desperate gasps that slipped from his mouth. Your own cries mingled with his as your body tightened again, your hands moving frantically up and down his back, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving little marks that he would surely wear like badges of pleasure.Â
A broken sound escaped from Joel, raw and primal, as he sank his face into the crook of your neck once more, increasing his thrusts with a fervor that felt animalistic, as if the world outside had fallen away and this moment was all that mattered. He fucked you into the mattress with an intensity that left you breathless, as though he were trying to ground you both in this fleeting reality, where nothing else existed except for the two of you entwined together.
You melted around him, your juices mixing with his as you enveloped him completely, and just when you thought you couldnât take any more, he lifted his head, your forehead resting against yours, his wide eyes locking into yours. You had never seen them so dark, so filled with intensity and strength.
And then it hit you:Â It was Joel, your Joel, the one who had been your best friend for four years, and here he was, fucking the life out of you like no one ever had before. What could possibly come after an experience like this?
âI thought you didn't like me,â he said, his voice choppy, strained with effort. A smirk played at the corners of his swollen lips. âSuch a bad liar, baby, look at you.â
You growled in response, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him towards you with a mix of force and anger. Your lips found his in a kiss that was anything but patient, igniting a spark between you. You felt him tense above you, one of his hands quickly moving to your center, exerting immense pressure as he leaned his weight on his other arm, holding you captive beneath him.
His fingers found your clit, tracing gentle circles that made your back arch involuntarily, another wave of pleasure building inside you. Your mouth was still on his, consuming him completely, when your second orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. You felt your insides tighten around him, squeezing him with a ferocity that pulled him closer to his own climax.
Joel gasped into your mouth, and the intensity of it sent your vision spiraling into darkness for a brief moment, the sensation so strong it felt as if the world had collapsed around you. When your breathing finally steadied, you found his hot body pressed against yours, moving in tiny tremors, quickened breaths brushing against your jaw.
He stayed inside you for a few moments longer, savoring the closeness, your hands continuing to caress his back, each touch a silent promise. Then, slowly, he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling achingly empty, his cum trickling from your entrance.
He fell limply beside you, his body slick with sweat, and pulled you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His breaths, still heaving, crashed against your damp skin, wrapping you in warmth. Unable to muster the energy to move, you let your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to a deep, exhausted sleep that you would not remember when you woke up...
No, you didn't remember any dream, Because when you opened your eyes the next morning, you stirred in place and your muscles ached pleasantly, reminding you of the night before. And as you stretched your arms across the bed, your fingers grazed the sheets, feeling an emptiness beside you.
When you looked to your sides, the realization hit you hard.
Joel was gone.
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hi maeeee!! can i request a poly! marauders where maybe reader is fighting with only one them and the others are shocked when they find out and try their very best to fix it even though things are quite tense? thanks maeeeee ilyyyyđđđ
Thanks for your patience with this one angel! It's not as angsty as I planned when I started writing it, but I hope you enjoy it <3
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Itâs James who finds you this time. Youâre curled up in a corner of the couch, pretending to read whilst secretly feeling sorry for yourself. Your boyfriend sits next to you, touching your shoulder so that you turn to him for a kiss.Â
âStill upset?â he asks after a peck.Â
You ignore the complicated, knotty feeling that makes itself known in your chest. âNot at you.âÂ
âNo, I know.â James smiles a little, gifting you another kiss. âIâd be coming in here with my tail between my legs if you were. Iâd hate to be on the wrong side of either you or Remâs wrath.âÂ
You stay quiet. You wouldnât go so far as to call what youâre feeling wrathâthat seems a tad dramatic to describe the low flame of vexation youâve been burning for your tallest boyfriendâbut you donât feel like opening yourself up to the subject with James. Youâve already heard it from Sirius this morning.Â
âAngel.â James gives your shoulder a cajoling squeeze. âCome on, when are the two of you going to get past this? Itâs very awkward sleeping in the same bed with two people who are quarreling, you know.âÂ
âWe sleep exactly the same as every other night.âÂ
âThereâs underlying tension,â he counters lightly. You roll your eyes, and James laughs. âOi, donât get cross with me now, too. Iâm just telling you about my lived experience.â He leans his head on your shoulder, all sweetness and treachery. âYouâre really not gonna forgive him? You know heâs gonna stick you with Sirius in the divorce.âÂ
You huff a laugh. James grins up at you hopefully. You know thereâs some sense to what heâs saying; one of you has to be the bigger person eventually. It had started small, a stupid disagreement, but you and Remus are each stubborn and petty enough to not want to admit where you were wrong. Now youâre more angry with him for being angry with you than for anything else.Â
When you think of his coldness to youânever mind the fact that youâve been cold to him in turnâthat flame of vexation burns a little brighter.Â
âI donât know why youâre over here trying to convince me,â you tell James. âI wonât have any problem forgiving him if he actually apologizes.âÂ
James sighs. You look down at your book to avoid his disappointment.Â
âOkay, then. But he does feel really bad, so you know. Heâs in the bedroom with one of his headaches, and he asked if you were still upset with him.â You look up. James levels you with a weighted look. âCould probably really use a cuddle, if you two were on good terms.âÂ
James is at least only somewhat smug when you abandon your book to go to the bedroom. You pass Sirius in the hall, who gives you a smile and a firm peck on the lips, likely having just left Remus himself. You enter the bedroom expecting to see the curtains drawn, lights off, and your poorly boyfriend in bed, but instead Remus is standing, well lit by the daylight streaming in through the windows, book tented on the bed still made from this morning. He appears as though he was just on his way out.Â
âErm, hi,â he says, brows pulled together in the middle. He looks to be studying you. âAre you alright?âÂ
âFine,â you answer, bemused. âAreâŚare you?â
âYeah. Why wouldnât I be?âÂ
The door clicks shut behind you. You startle at the sound, not having closed it yourself. Then, you watch as a resigned sort of irritation comes over Remusâ features at the same time as it settles into you.Â
âPricks.â He moves past you to the door, jiggling the handle. âIt only locks from the inside, you twats.âÂ
âLove you too,â comes Siriusâ voice. âYou can come out after you kiss and make up.âÂ
âAnd say youâre sorry!â adds James.Â
Remus scowls.Â
âOpen it,â you tell him.Â
âWhat do you think Iâm trying to do? One of them is holding it shut.âÂ
âLet me try.âÂ
âBe my guest.â Remus steps back, letting you have a go at the handle. By putting everything you have into it you manage to twist it, but you canât get it open even an inch.Â
âDonât hurt yourself, gorgeous.â Sirius sounds smug enough to make your face feel hot. âJames is holding it on the other side here, a few more minutes and youâll make him break a sweat.âÂ
You let go of the handle with a huff, turning and stalking towards the bedroom window. You start moving the desk out of your way.Â
âWould you really rather climb out the window than be in a room with me?â asks Remus. You look over your shoulder, and heâs sitting on the bed, side-eyeing you with his back propped against the pillows.Â
âItâs not about you.â You shove your hip into the desk, budging it enough for you to get at the window latch. âThey lied and made me feel all guilty just so they could lock us in here.âÂ
âWhatâd they tell you?â
You try to get your fingernail behind the latch. âIt doesnât matter.âÂ
âSirius had me thinking you were quite upset.âÂ
âYeah, and probably that I was asking after you, right? James told me you had a bad headache.âÂ
A chuckle. âThat was enough to make you come in here looking so flustered?âÂ
âMy mistake,â you huff, but it turns to a short whimper when your nail breaks. âChrist, youâd think theyâd make these easier to open. What if there was a fire?âÂ
âDonât go out the window,â Remus says calmly. âYouâll ruin your tights.âÂ
You work another nail behind the latch. âI canât just let them win.âÂ
âMm. Thatâs a bit of a problem for you, is it?âÂ
A bitter coolness settles over you. You turn, crossing your arms. âSomething to say?âÂ
Remus picks up his book, cornering a page. âJust making an observation, is all.âÂ
âRemus,â you say sternly. âDonât act like youâre any better. You couldâve apologized at any time.âÂ
Your boyfriend levels you with a look. âWould that really have made a difference?â
âYes!âÂ
âHonestly?â He looks like he doesnât believe you. âAll I have to do is say Iâm sorry, and youâll forget about all of this and be completely happy with me?âÂ
You shake your head, bewildered. ââŚYeah. I mean, I would want to know that you understood how you hurt my feelings, but yeah. Really, itâs not that complicated.âÂ
Remusâ expression softens. âI do understand that, dove. Do you understand how you hurt mine?âÂ
âIâŚâ You find you canât quite look at him. âI imagine itâs sort of similar. Because Iâve been cold to you.âÂ
âAnd because you wouldnât hear me out,â he says. It doesnât sound like I told you so, not smug so much as gentle. âBut it was a small thing to begin with, wasnât it? Iâm ready to be past it.âÂ
You frown at him. âItâs not about the argument for me. Iâm already past that, itâs just everything else.âÂ
Remus considers you. âWould you come here, please?âÂ
You swear you wouldnât go if he didnât sound so kind. But you find yourself with your legs curled underneath you on the bed in front of him, Remus coaxing your hands into his.Â
âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings,â he says sincerely, looking you in the eyes. âIt was a silly argument, and I shouldnât have been so stubborn.âÂ
You chew the inside of your cheek, sizing up whether he means it. âIâŚalso could have been less stubborn,â you admit begrudgingly. Your tone softens. âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings, too. I didnât mean to.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart.â Remusâ touch coasts from your hands up your arms as he pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. âAre we okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, mollified.Â
He smiles at you. âHear that?â he says towards the door. âYou can let us out now.âÂ
Thereâs no response.Â
Remus frowns as you get out of bed, going to try the handle. The door comes open, revealing and empty hallway.Â
âPricks,â Remus mutters.Â
You find your boyfriends in the living room, James flicking through channels on the telly while Sirius reads the back cover of your book. James notices you first.Â
âOh, hello.â He grins at you as Sirius looks over. âAll sorted, then?âÂ
Youâre half tempted to pretend you didnât make up just to spite them. When you look over at Remus, you suspect heâs thinking the same thing.Â
âThat was sort of mean, lying to me like that,â you say to James instead.Â
He looks a bit contrite, but Sirius says insouciantly, âYou were never gonna do it by yourselves, babe. We werenât ready to start divvying up the furniture because you wanted to have a row.âÂ
You kiss your teeth. âI think I might be having a row with you now.âÂ
âWhat, us?â Jamesâ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. âWhat for?âÂ
âYou lied to us both to make us feel bad,â Remus reminds him, âand then locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius isnât impressed. âWell, it wasnât really locked, was it. If youâd gotten desperate, you couldâve taken it off the hinges. Or just checked again after a couple minutes.âÂ
âShe broke her nail trying to get the window open.âÂ
You hold up your torn fingernail as proof. Sirius coos, reaching for your finger and bringing it to his lips while you scowl at him.Â
âSorry, lovie. We had a plan to bring you food in a couple hours,â says James. âWe were even going to let you out for bathroom breaks if you needed to go.âÂ
âReally, you wrapped it up much quicker than we were expecting,â Sirius praises. Heâs still holding your finger, drawing his thumb up and down the side in easy, consoling strokes. âWe thought youâd ice each other out until supper at least. Iâm quite proud of you.âÂ
Remus scoffs.Â
âOh, come now.â Sirius grins. âGive us a kiss.âÂ
You roll your eyes but turn to Remus, extricating your finger from Siriusâ grasp to meet him in a chaste kiss.Â
The other boys cheer. âThere we are!â James tilts his face up expectantly. âNow one for me.âÂ
You and Remus exchange a look.Â
âNo,â you say coolly, âI donât think so.â The two of you go to sit on the far side of the couch, away from both Sirius and James with you curled against Remusâ side. He looks a tad smug as he puts his arm around you.Â
âOi!â says Sirius. âLook what youâve done, youâve made James pull his sad puppy face. What do you have to say for yourselves?âÂ
âYou lied to us,â you say again, slowly, with emphasis, âand locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius scoffs. âSo dramatic.âÂ
âOh, thatâs rich.âÂ
âWill it help if we say sorry?â James asks meekly.Â
Remus looks at you. You shrug.Â
âMaybe,â he says. âYouâre more than welcome to try and find out.â
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âŚđ ⌠sleepy choi seungcheol means many things - dramatic, adorable, and very kissable
âand then he straight up left the room,â seungcheol said and nuzzled his head further up your neck, sighing happily as your nails scratched his scalp in all of the right places. âi swear heâs so dramatic sometimes.âÂ
you hummed in acknowledgment, and brushed your lips over his forehead. âi know someone whoâs even more dramatic than seungkwan, yâknow?â you smiled at him, the corner of your lips almost reaching your eyes upon seeing your boyfriendâs adorably confused expression.
god, his big eyes and pouty lips would be the death of you someday.Â
âwho?â he asked, and laid his head against your shoulder.Â
you crooked your eyebrow at him, and shook your head in amusement. âitâs cute how you donât see it. if i had a penny for everytime you were being dramatic iâd be a millionaire now.âÂ
âiâm not-âÂ
âyes you are, baby.âÂ
seungcheol huffed annoyed and peeled himself off you, taking his warmth with him and leaving you shivering like a leaf. he kneeled next to you, and crossed his arms, looking like an angry five year old. cute. âiâm not. give me one instance when i was being dramatic, hm?â.
âi love you so much, choi seungcheol. youâre so adorable.â
if you had to pick your favourite version of your boyfriend the sleepy version would be top three, no questions asked. the hair that was sticking in all possible directions from your scratches, the doe eyes, glossy with sleep looking at you and begging for a hug, strong body that usually made you weak in your knees clad in a cherry pyjamaâŚÂ
all of this, and now him kneeling next to you, insisting on his life that he was not being dramatic.Â
âi love you too, but baby,â he whined, dropping his head to your lap, âiâm not dramatic.âÂ
âsure, then what would you call what youâre doing now?âÂ
your boyfriend shook his head, making an even bigger mess of his hair. âyouâre so mean sometimes,â he said, as he looked up at you. âi donât like it. give me my girlfriend back.âÂ
you rolled your eyes at him. thatâs exactly what you meant - one look from him, and you were already regretting all of the thighs you said.Â
âokay, okay,â you caved in, and maybe that was for the better, because as much as you loved your pouty boyfriend, you appreciated the smile on his face even more. and now with him winning the âargumentâ he probably wouldnât stop smiling even in his sleep.Â
not dramatic my ass.Â
âyouâre such a simp,â he giggled, and threw his whole body back on yours, knocking all air out of your lungs.Â
if you had at least one percent chance of pushing this big koala off you, youâd immediately send him flying, but there was no way you could move more than his little toe. but, there was another deadly weapon you could use against him.Â
âsure, then no cuddles for you tomorrow. and say goodbye to kissing me,â you said, looking him straight in the eye, just to show him how serious you were about it, and with how quickly his smile disappeared from his face, your mission at getting back at your boyfriend was accomplished.Â
âno, no,â he said, gripping your waist tighter, âi was just joking.âÂ
âsure.âÂ
âno, iâm really sorry, i,â seungcheol, now panicking, gently angled your head downwards, so he could reach your lips, âplease donât be mad,â he said and ghosted his soft lips over yours. âif youâre a simp then i donât know what to call myself.âÂ
you rolled your eyes, but⌠well, that was very much true. âjust kiss me, choi seungcheol,â you breathed, and chased his lips as he pulled his head away from you.Â
âunder one condition.âÂ
âhuh?â you asked, dizzy from the need to be even closer to him.Â
âdon't call me that,â he stated, and finally crashed his lips against yours, depriving you from the remains of air that you had.Â
you always joked that cheol had this amazing ability to put you to sleep just by one kiss, and he always argued that that was insane and impossible, but⌠maybe it was the warmth of his arms, maybe it was the safety that his embrace provided, maybe it was his smell that screamed âhomeâ - whatever it was, your joke wasnât that far from the truth.Â
you didnât realise, though, that you seemed to have a similar effect on him, because when you pulled away, your boyfriend's eyes were even sleepier than before, and his permanent pout was poutier than usual.Â
âoh, and thereâs one more thing that happened during practice today,â he yawned, and rubbed his eyes, âsoonyoung and seokmin-,â.
âwhy donât you tell me about it tomorrow?â you kissed his brow, as you felt his head getting heavier and heavier on your shoulder. âletâs sleep for now and talk tomorrow, hm?âÂ
with his last remains of energy seungcheol nodded, and sunk further under the covers, pulling you with him. it didnât seem that he was feeling particularly big-spoony tonight, so you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, and kissed the top of his head.Â
ânight, baby,â you whispered into the darkness.
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strip for me.
part six | pjs.
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8k.
warnings: smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, raw sex (please use protection), dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. having small sips of champagne. this is not proof read.
note: finally finished jayâs solo part. i really enjoyed writing this one as he is really my comfort person in this group. he just strikes me as someone very reliable. also get well soon, our jay! jakeâs part will be the next one. iâll probably need more time for that part since heâs a very hyper member (i mean it in a very affectionate way). anyway, as usual reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. i really appreciate all of your nice feedbacks!
part one; two; three; four; five
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ây/n, please pick up that dress i ordered for you later.â your head whips to look over your shoulder.
a small smile spreads across your face before nodding once, âokay, mom! see you later.â and you leans in to give her a kiss on her cheeks.
as you head outside, you couldnât help but to feel excited. nerves wrecking and mind wondering of how this day will go. it was two days after your âdateâ with one of your boyfriends, lee heeseung. and now, its park jongseong.
speaking of, heâs already outside. his red chevy camero parked while heâs leaning on it. patiently waiting for you. his eyes brightens the moment you walked out from the door.
âgood morning!â he smiles bigger as he watch how cute your way of walking towards him.
âgood morning, baby.â he greets softly and naturally sliding his arms over your waist, tugging you closer.
âwere you waiting for long?â you asks a little bit worried.
jayâs eyes are so focused on you, gently watching you carefully. he shakes his head with a soft smile.
ânah.â he says.
only, he was there waiting for over an hour. he wasnât going to tell you that, knowing so well that it would make you feel bad. he doesnât want that.
after staring at each other for a while, he guided you over his car, opening the door for you. it was such a sweet gesture that youâre kind of getting used to. the boys always does it for you these days.
âjakeâs texting me.â you informed with a bright smile while tapping on your phone to reply.
jay smirks, arms flexing as he manoeuvred the steering wheel. âis he still sulky about yesterday?â he asks that made you giggle a bit.
yesterday, the five of you went to eat dinner at heeseungâs favourite restaurant. it was a very fun time. you spent it just talking about random things, the boys basically exposing their embarrassing past memories to you that made you feel even much closer to them.
in the end, after the dinner someone has to drive you home and they just started to bicker with each other. it slightly stressed you out why theyâre making it such a big deal. the banters lasts until you came up with the idea of settling it through rock paper and scissors. youâre laughing the whole duration that theyâre playing.
jay won and jake, as always, is sulky. saying that he gets to pick you up today and should automatically be disqualified on driving you home last night.
âa little.â and you made sure you decorate your message with heart emojis just so he wouldnât be so upset about last night.
he snorted, âheâs so immature.â
you giggled, canât help but to inwardly agrees. tho, you must also admit that you love this side of jake sim. heâs just so adorable.
âso whatâs the plan later?â
the original plan was to not ask anything about the date with jay that youâve been looking forward to. but you just canât help yourself.
the date with heeseung just improves so much with your relationship with him and just drawn you both closer. to the point that you donât feel that nervous around him anymore. you can hold a staring contest for more than 15 seconds now (before it only last for 5 seconds).
jay smiles, knowing that you feel excited to your date just makes his heart jump in joy. since they did talked about how to make it up to you, jay gave deep thoughts about it. heâs very determined about giving his bestâif not his all, just to make you feel how he feels towards you.
âits a secret.â and he grins that made you pout.
he glanced and chuckles at how adorable you look. he gently pinches your chin then put his focus back on the road. it was a chill ride and he was so entertaining to talk to. jayâs the type of person who knows alot of things and so youâre learning while chatting with him.
as his car drives over the parking lot, familiar vehicles in the same spot can be seen by you. theyâre busy goofing around, but once sunghoon spots jayâs familiar vehicle, he pushed himself off his motorcycle.
jakeâs head whips in flash and a big smile automatically spreads across his face. heeseungâs just have a small smile over his lips while leaning over his car, watching carefully. you chuckled, never really getting tired of this scene.
you rolled down the window even before jay can finish parking to wave at the three boys. jake instantly waves back, full of energy.
âsweets!â he greets and even rushed over to your side like an excited puppy.
âcalm down, dude! youâll get drag by my car.â jay hissed while still trying his best to focus on parking.
once rest assured that its safe to open the carâs door, jake didnât waste any time and bursted it open. jay just rolls his eyes before unclasping your seatbelt for you.
sunghoon smirks while opening the backseat to get your things for you while youâre busy greeting his friends. heeseung trudges closer and almost pushed jakeâs clingy ass off.
âhey, angel.â he softly greets then caged you in a tight, warm embrace. he drops a kiss on top of your head then leans his cheeks on it.
âhi, hee.â you says while face pressed on his chest, inhaling his manly scent that youâre slowly getting addicted to.
âjay hits the jackpot, eh? he drove you home last night and then he gets to pick you up today.â he mumbled so lowly, like as if he doesnât want his friends to hear him sulking.
you chuckled, âthatâs fine.â and caress his back carefully.
he smiles, enjoying your warmth. he gave you one last squeeze before leaning away to give you a peck on the lips.
once heeseungâs body moves away from you, sunghoon approaches. his eyes darted at you. he looked so good even in the morning. you gulped, admiring him.
âhi, pretty.â he whispers as he tugs your body closer to his.
pretty? heâs the pretty one for your eyes. the way his black hair compliments his pale skin, thick brows and eyelashes around his pretty eyes, pointy nose with a mole, and natural red lips. kissable lips that you get to kiss whenever you like.
âhi, hoonie.â you mumble affectionately that tugs sunghoonâs heart strings.
thereâs really something with the way you say his name. he will never get tired of it. he should really record it and put it as his alarm. or use it whenever heâs losing his cool. it could put into a good use. maybe when heâs masturbating too? he smirks inwardly.
he leans in for his kiss with a playful evil grin on his handsome face. you return his kiss without any clue of the dirty things that occupies his mind.
âits really so unfair that youâd get to drive her home last night and you picked her up today.â jakeâs still sulky while you walk over to the class.
as usual, heeseung and sunghoonâs in front towering the three of you. jay and jakeâs beside you chatting and bickering from time to time.
âsweets do you like (favorite food)?â jake asks once youâve settled on your seat.
despite the random question, you gave him a nod. his face brightens like it was such a big relief. jay drags one chair to sit next to you while heeseung went in front to check the workbooks that needed to be submitted. sunghoon went to his seat and laid his head after he placed your things beside you.
âwhat do you plan on your date?â jay asked his friend who quickly knew that heâs asking these questions because of his plan.
jakeâs face looked defensive, âthatâs none of your business! donât copy me.â he hissed at his friend.
that made you laugh and jay only frowned at him. âi already planned our day. i donât need your lame ideas.â he fired back.
jake cocked one of his brow at his friend, âlame? youâre lame!â and even playfully swat his arm then tries to escape after sending you a flying kiss.
you laughed hard at jakeâs cuteness and how they bicker around. jay was left beside you as he flips his friend who just showed him his tongue from his seat.
âheâs so immature.â he complains while shaking his head.
you watch him with a smile, admiring how heâs so patient around his friends. jay is very matured. he rarely shows emotions or big reactions that makes him almost a nonchalant person. but lately, youâve noticed how he tries to change that towards you.
you can clearly see heâs not that comfortable showing his true emotions. making you feel worried how heâs very cautious about letting people know his fears or weaknesses. he has a strong persona. some people even think he doesnât have any weak side.
âheâs being cute.â and you reaches over his arm to caress it, a way of saying heâs being so nice.
jayâs eyes drops over your hand and smiles before grabbing it to kiss it once.
ânah, heâs just being annoying.â
you chuckled, âanyway, i have to pick up a dress later. is that okay?â you remembered your momâs reminders before you stepped out from your house.
jay nods without hesitation. âyeah, sure. we can go pick it up later before we head to my condo.â he says.
you nods and tilts your head. âso weâll date at your condo?â you ask with curiousity.
jay licks his lips, feeling a little nervous that you may actually find it boring or unclassy. his hyung just took you to their vacation house.
ây-yeah,â then he clears his throat. âis that okay with you?â
your eyes stares at his and nodded without hesitation. no sign of disappointment or anything. just genuine curiosity and a hint of excitement. he always knew you arenât judgemental, but it still surprises him sometimes.
âwhat will we do at your place?â you tried your luck of harvesting information.
he smirks, caught on right away. he pinches your cheeks once before standing up to go to his proper seat.
ânice try, baby.â then he drops a quick kiss on top of your head.
a pout made its way to your lips while watching his broad back leaving. youâre totally curious, just like how it was when its your date with heeseung. you smile inwardly then shrugs shoulder before fishing the textbook youâll be needing for the class.
guess you just need to leave it up to him. besides, you bet youâll enjoy the day.
the class started once the teacher steps inside the room. naturally, youâre focus falls completely on to the lessons. lately, you find yourself enjoying class even more. maybe because you donât feel alone anymore. tho, back then theyâre really there for you. but their affection truly gave a bigger impact of comfort.
two periods passes like a blur and youâre stretching your arms when jay calls your attention.
âhey.â he says as he leans over, placing one of his hand on your table then the other at the back of your chair, trapping you.
the position itself was enough to send butterflies go crazy inside your stomach. he smiles then stares hardly on your eyes.
ây-yeah?â
âcan you help me take those workbooks at the student council office?â he asks casually then pointed at the teacherâs table using his chin.
you glanced at it once then agreed with no hesitation. he nods then started heading towards the table. you followed afterwards. some of your classmates are starting to goof around as it was your vacant period.
âyou can carry that.â heâs referring to the fewer stacks of workbooks. it sure does not compare to what he would carry.
âthatâs too many. i can handle more than this.â you said, worried that he will have a hard time carrying those.
he shakes his head, declining.
âi can handle this, baby. besides, its just an alibi.â he smugly chuckle before tilting his head, asking you to follow him outside.
your stomach churns after realizing that he didnât asked for your help because he needs it. its for other reason.
before heading outside, your eyes automatically scanned the room for the other three boys. their eyes are already darted at your direction, like as if theyâve been watching you ever since you stood up.
jake has a pout on his lips. sunghoonâs eyes are piercing as always, but he smirks once met eyes with you. he even made a playful kiss gesture before winking that made you blush. heeseungâs just watching using his soft gaze, only available for you.
âbaby.â jay softly calls out.
that snapped you back in your senses then continued following him. on the way to the office, jay initiated conversation that made you feel at ease. not that youâre uncomfy around him, its just knowing that heâs planning to do something at the office makes you feel things.
the scenario at the library with heeseung flashes back to your mind, making you flustered and wet at the same time. your heart thumped in so much anticipation. a little bit scared... but more on excited.
âafter you.â he smiles gently while prompting you to walk inside before him. his gentlemen gesture made you blush so hard, unable to even utter a simple thanks.
the whole office is as expected, vacant. jay walks pass you after locking the door behind him. he glanced at you while you silently roam your eyes around. the look on your face made jay smirk a little. it reflects a kitten scared for her life. very cute.
âyou can place that here.â he says and puts the workbooks he was holding at the table.
you nodded then trudges towards him to place it near his stacks. his eyes carefully follows your every movement and you can feel his burning eyes, making you feel more nervous.
âare you nervous?â jay reaches for your hand then caress it. his eyes stays at you.
a pout made its way to your lips, âa little.â you admit that made his grin grew wider.
âyeah? why is that?â he asks teasingly then tugs your body close to his.
your brows furrowed and lips pursed, âbecause of you.â
jayâs very satisfied to hear that from you. the fact that you look very adorable and that heâs the reason of it makes his head go fuzzy. his heart aches in so much delight. he wraps his arms around your body and lets you rest your head on his chest, him nuzzling you close.
âyou donât have to feel nervous.â he says and gulped. its making him even more excited.
âi will always feel nervous around you.â
âis that suppose to be a good thing?â he chuckles.
your arms slides over his waist, âyeah.â a heavy sigh escapes from your lips before you continued. âi feel safe with you, but you can also make me feel nervous.â you admits then slowly pulls off from his warm hug.
he lets you, but kept his hand on the small of your back. his eyes darted at you.
âits because you look so handsome all the time.â you complimented him. well, its true. all of them are incredibly good looking, its just out of all those four boys, jay seems to be the one who needs to hear it the most.
youâve noticed how he never flaunt how handsome he is and you remembered that one time where jake said that he rarely take photos as he doesnât like seeing his face. thatâs actually the most non-sense youâve heard that time. how can he not like seeing that kind of face?
you figured you need to do extra effort on complimenting jay, try to help him realize how beautiful he is for your eyesâ and probably to almost everybody around.
âbaby...â jayâs out of words. you totally caught him off-guard and youâre happy about it. feeling proud even.
âwhat? iâm just stating a fact.â with a small smile on your pretty face.
jayâs heart strings tugs. he knew he likes every bits of you, but its still amazing how you manage to still make him feel things like this. at some point he thinks that you have some sort of magic spell and theyâre all under it. heâs not complaining tho.
he leans in for a very soft kiss. youâve felt every emotions heâs having at the moment.
when he pulls away, your eyes looked hazy and lips a little more red after the kiss. he smirks then caress your cheeks carefully. the two of you stares at each otherâs eyes for a while before he talked again.
âtake off your panties and sit down on the sofa.â he instructs that made your heart thump and stomach churn.
he didnât have to even repeat himself. he guides you and you obeyed without any complain. the very familiar sofa causes so much memories to flashback and you just canât help but to blush.
he made you sat down and just like he requested, you reached for your underwear and slides it off. he watches carefully while positioning himself in front, his eyes totally fixed at it. he licks his lips, almost salivating at the view.
âi want to taste your sweetness.â he mumbles after you manage to take your panties off.
he naturally placed both of his hands on your thighs and spread it open for him. the sight of your wet core made him even more thirstier. he canât remember anything that can make him arouse like how the way you do it.
his eyes shifts at you and leans forward for a quick kiss. after liplocking for a few seconds, he pulls away then dips his head to start eating you out.
first lick on your slit and youâre already a whole mess. gasping lightly, your one hand flew over to your mouth trying not to make so much noise.
âdamn, thatâs good.â jay mumbles and then started eating you out. his lips attached to your core. heâs licking, sucking it. making sure he left no part of it that his tongue touched. heâs so addicted.
he looks at you over his eyelashes and his heart felt proud seeing you eyes tight shut, lip caught in between your teeth and head pans left and right.
âlook at me, baby.â he says shortly that made you pry your eyes open. it was a bit hard as the pleasureâs keeping you from doing it easily.
âwatch while i eat you out so good.â he added before diving in to eat you so hard like it was his last meal in his life.
feeling his tongue and lips attached at your core felt so good, having to watch as he does it makes you go crazy. it was a sight to see and the pleasure he gives just adds to the intensity of the situation.
âoh jay...â you moaned that he answered with a hum, the vibration it made threw your head back. your eyes slightly rolled at the back of your head. he taps your thighs, indicating that he wants your eyes back at him and so you obliged.
jay saw how hard your teeth are sunk into your beautiful lips and the way you clenched hardly around his tongue indicates that you are close to release his long awaited sweet juice. he raised one of his hand then slides two fingers with no warning. it made you jolt and moan in pleasure.
âare you close, baby?â he asks so softly. contradicting to his tone is his evil sexy smirk while watching carefully how your face contorts.
you nodded eagerly that made him chuckle, âgive it to me then.â he says as he rut his fingers inside you in a faster pace.
âugh,â you whimpered and watch how he laid his tongue near your hole, making sure it touches perfectly so he can catch every bit of your release.
the sight was enough for you to cum. it was so sensual and jay looked so hot doing it. jay continued to fuck you with his fingers despite after cumming and shaking a bit because of it.
âj-jay...â you moaned and shut your eyes close, unable to handle the pleasure and being stimulated by it.
he teared his gaze off from you and focused on your pulsating pussy. he pulled his fingers off then licks it off clean before attaching his lips on your hole to suck all those juices off.
âoh my gosh..â you moaned, back arching a little and eyes cracking open in surprise. the feeling was undescribably good.
jayâs wiping off some remnance on the corner of his lips before he smiles lovingly at you. he loves your fucked out state, still in trance of how good he just made you feel. he gently grabs your hand and caress it before taking it to his lips, kissing it affectionately.
âwas that good?â he asked even though your face was enough to let him know that you indeed enjoyed every bit of it.
a nod is all you could give him as youâre still high from your climax. he chuckles and kissed your inner thigh once before standing up to collect some tissues to clean you.
âglad to make up from the last time.â he mumbled, referring to when he refused you the release youâve been anticipating. back when heâs still punishing you.
a small smile and a light chuckle escapes your lips, âthat was worth it.â you commented that earned a wide grin from the handsome boy now leaning down to start cleaning his girlfriendâs sweet pussy.
âjay is really my most hated person at the moment.â jake commented as he walks beside you over the parking lot.
the two of you are hand in hand while the three other boys are behind, talking about this topic you couldnât even relate to. jakeâs not that sulky anymore, but his jealous ass canât help but to be upset over his friend.
you caress his warm hands wrapped on yours, âoh come on, i know you love him.â the teasing smile on your face made jake giddy inside. he canât explain how happy he is now that youâve grown closer to all of them. comfortable enough to tease him like this.
he smirks, leaning his face closer. ânot as much as i love you, sweets.â and with no warning he attached his lips on yours.
the kiss made your heart leap. after a couple of seconds he pulls away with a smile.
âiâll see you tomorrow, yeah?��� he lifts his other hand to pinch your cheeks lightly as you nod your head.
âtake care of her, jay.â jake says with a playful glare on his face.
sunghoonâs smirking as he silently approach you to give you a kiss on your lips. he mumbled a short good bye before placing your things on jayâs car.
âyou donât even have to remind me.â jay snobbishly says at his friend.
heeseung shakes his head, a bit fed up to their banters. his eyes shifts to you and they soften instantly. he smiles before leaning to kiss you on your forehead then to your lips.
âi love you,â he mumbles then rests his forehead on yours. âhave fun tonight for me.â
you nodded, cheeks blushing hard. âi love you too, hee.â
his heart beats in content and leans away. he gave jay a clap on his shoulder before waving to go approach his own car.
jakeâs still there, shooting glares to his friend. jay snorted as he slid his arms over your waist.
âdude why canât you just be normal like heeseung hyung and sunghoon? they just bid good bye and left.â jay commented.
jake rolls his eyes then focuses back on you.
âi love you, sweets. text me whenever you have time or if you got bored with jay.â he jokes, tho he knew you wouldnât feel that way. his friend is not a boring person and he knew youâll have a great time with him. its just his way of teasing him.
you chuckled, finding it totally funny. jay swats his friendâs arm.
âyouâre so clingy!â
jake just stuck his tongue out before finally walking off. jay sighs and faced you, âheâs so annoying.â
he then opened the carâs door for you.
âhe wonât be jake if he donât tease you guys.â you stated before getting in his car. he carefully secured your spot before he smiles.
âyouâre right.â then he closes your door to go around and ride the driverâs seat.
âwhereâs the store again, baby?â he asks while buckling his seatbelt.
you quickly pulls your phone to check your momâs message. she texted you about the dress sheâs saying a while ago. you told him the name and location of the store. he nods his head and started driving right away.
he lets you connect to the bluetooth of the car for music. a subtle music plays while both of you talks to each other. it was such a chill ride, laughing and teasing each other.
as you arrive at the store, jay parked perfectly and went out to open the door for you. he placed his hand at the small of your back while guiding you inside.
âhi, welcome!â the lady by the counter greets you with a big smile.
âhello, iâm here to pick up a dress.â you gave her the slip that your mom gave you to claim it.
she nods and even ask you to wait. you glanced over jay whose roaming his eyes around the store filled with beautiful dresses. you smiled and leans closer to his body. you felt his hand caress your back as he rest his head on yours.
âwhatâs the dress for?â he asks.
you pursed your lips at his question, âits for her friendâs birthday party. sheâs taking me with her.â then pulls away to look at him.
he stares at your eyes then smiles, âhmm. okay.â and kisses your nose gently.
your heads whipped at the lady when she finally got the dress. it was on your favorite color and looked so cute.
âdo you want to try it so weâll know if the adjustments are perfect?â
âcan i?â you asked jay.
he nods without hesitation. âyeah, definitely.â
you nodded and one of the staff guided you inside their hallway where their stalls are located. jay said heâll be perfectly fine so you donât have to worry and take your time.
the dress looked good on you. the color compliments you perfectly and the style just fits you. you canât help but to thank your mom for understanding your style.
âis it good?â the lady at the entrance of the fitting room smiles warmly, admiring how good you look.
you nodded your head, pleased. âyes, thank you so much. its perfect.â
a big satisfied smile spread across her face. âglad you liked it.â
she left you to change back to your original clothes and after that you went to the counter to sign something. she handed you the paper bag and thanked you as you head outside.
jayâs by his car, leaning attractively. you noticed some people craning their necks just to look at the handsome boy. it boost something in you while watching him staring at you with a warm smile. to have all his attention focused on you despite some eyes fixated on him.
âall done, baby?â he asks and hand already reaching for your waist as you approach him.
you nodded and even raised the paperbag.
he smirks then kisses your cheeks as he grab the paperbag from you.
âi have something for you.â he stated that made you look at him with full curiosity.
âwhat is it?â
he opens the backseat and placed your paperbag inside then he pulls out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. your lips gaps at the sight of it.
âw-what...â you gulped then accept it from him.
âyou liked it?â and arms wrapped around your waist once again.
âyes.â and pouts. âwhatâs it for?â
he tilts his head with a slight furrowed brows. âdo i need a reason to give flowers to my beautiful girlfriend?â
that made you blush hard. stomach turning and heart thumping fast, reacting for jay. it was like an automatic response already. to even think that he tugs your heartstrings like how heeseung does is unbelievable.
âthank you so much.â you mumbles cutely that made jay melt.
âanything for you.â and he placed a gentle kiss at your forehead.
the whole ride to his condo unit, you got your eyes fixated at your flowers. he canât help but to feel proud of it. if this is how youâll react every time you receive flowers then he will gladly give you all the flowers in the world.
after a few minutes, you noticed that youâre driving inside a very expensive and private condo building. the security itself is tight, but once the guards saw jayâs familiar car they let him through easily.
your mouth gaps while looking around the tall fancy buildings.
âyou live here?â you couldnât help but ask.
he chuckles finding you adorable. âyeah.â he casually said.
you knew that the boys are wealthy. mainly why youâre aware that they get away from their troubles too easily.
âall alone?â your question caught him slightly off-guard.
heeseung lives with his parents and older brother. youâve been in their house a couple of times. tho you didnât meet his parents yet, you remembered him mentioning that he lives with him.
jake also lives with his parents. youâve been in his house once. you met his mom and sheâs very sweet.
sunghoonâs house is the nearest to the school. around an expensive private neighborhood. youâve heard rumors about their million dollar mansion.
âyeah.â jay says. he doesnât seem sad about it, but you canât help but to be worried by thinking that heâs alone here.
jay glanced at you and chuckles when he saw how you look at him with so much worry.
âits fine, baby. my mom got that condo for me since our main house is far from the city. she doesnât want me driving that long all the time.â he comforts you, reaching his hand on you to caress your thighs for consoling.
âdonât you feel lonely?â you ask, still worried.
he shakes his head right away to assure you. heâs also not lying about it. he doesnât feel lonely at all and he actually like living independently.
âbesides, heeseung hyung have a unit at the same floor as mine. he sleeps their from time to time.â he assures you.
âokay.â and finally smiles.
he chuckles, âyou can come visit me too, you know?â with a smirk.
that made you blush, but you try to conceal it with playful glares shooting right at him.
âare you kidding? the security is so tight. i doubt iâll manage to go through it.â
he scoffs, âiâll let them know that youâre my girlfriend.â he winks that made you roll your eyes.
âyouâre so cute.â he commented and finally started parking his car.
after he manages to park, he went out of the car as you patiently wait for him to open the door. he grabs some of your things at the backseat using one of his hand. the other reaches for yours and the two of you walks over the elevator hand in hand.
jayâs condo unit looks so cozy. just by one look you can already tell he picked all the things. it screams so much like him, fits him perfectly.
âmake yourself feel at home, baby.â he says.
you slowly walked over the big glass wall to look at the beautiful view in front. the city looks incredibly relaxing. all the cars driving and people walking that looked like toys from the height of his condo unit is amusing.
âhey,â he approaches and caged you in a back hug.
your hand rests at his arms wrapped around you.
âgo to my room and change into this.â and he pulls away to hand you a paper bag that has a logo of a very expensive brand.
âwhat...â
he smiles, âiâll cook for us then weâll have dinner at my balcony. sounds good?â
your eyes stares at him and you canât help but to feel so overwhelmed at how romantic this man is. you nodded your head and accept the paperbag with a clouded mind.
he smirks, âgreat.â then placed a kiss on your head.
âtake your time getting ready. i also asked someone to buy some make up products for you.â he raised a hand and scratch the back of his head, looking a bit shy.
âiâm n-not sure if you use those brands, butââ you threw yourself at him for a tight hug to let him know how much you appreciate his efforts for this.
âthank you so much, jay.â
he melts into your hug and returns it. âno problem, baby.â
you two stayed like that for a few more seconds before you headed to his room and he went to the kitchen to start preparing for the dinner. your heart felt so full just by hearing that he will cook for you.
jayâs really sweet. he got you flowers and this dress. also the make up. you canât believe he will be this considerate.
his room looks neat. a few guitars displayed at the corner. some liquor bottles at a cabinet. a few pictures that you checked. one with his parents and another one with his friends. theyâre all smiling so wide at the picture.
another picture is also the four of them, but it was a younger version of them. they all looked adorable and despite knowing that they have a strong bond, you canât help but to notice how obvious the difference between their personalities.
heeseung have this small smile, hair fixed perfectly. jakeâs smiling so widely and even holds a peace sign by one of his hand. sunghoonâs not smiling at the camera and have one of his eyebrows raised. he looked so snobby. jay have this warm smile that indicates how happy he is while having his friends beside him.
you heard out of all the four, heâs the only one who doesnât have a sibling. a part of you felt sad for it, because you knew it yourself. you know how it feels having no one to play with and talk to. yes, you have your mom but there are things you cannot share with her. sometimes, you wished you have a sibling.
thankfully jay found it with his friends. a smile spreads on your face while caressing the picture of them using your thumb.
you spent almost two hours preparing for this dinner. a few moments after, you heard a faint knock at jayâs door.
âcome in.â you mumbled and soon the door creaks open, revealing jay.
your mouth gaps at how good he looks. heâs wearing this semi formal outfit just to fit the vibe of your dress.
âwow.â he mumbles, eyes fixed at you. his eyes flickers with so much adoration. he always think you are pretty and when he saw that dress, he already know it will look good on you. but now that youâre wearing it, its a different thing.
he walks closer towards you with careful steps. taking time to appreciate how gorgeous you are. it made you blush and makes your heart warm. jay just never fails to make you feel like youâre the prettiest person alive.
âyou look breath-taking.â he sincerely said and rests both of his hands on your hips, fingers slightly digging on the skin. he canât help but to get excited about it.
you giggled and wrapped your arms over his nape. âyou look so good too.â
he smiles and leans in for a gentle kiss on your cheeks. âbut not as good as you.â
after both of you got satisfied on admiring each other, jay guided you outside the room. he blindfolds your eyes saying he wanted to surprise you with the set up he made himself.
its not very grand, (it is) but still he made effort. regardless, youâre sure you will love it. just how he prepares everything, youâre already more than thankful.
âoh my gosh...â both of your hands flew in your mouth in amusement.
a trail of red roses are made towards his balcondy where a simple yet elegant table was set up for your date. it was perfect.
he laid his hand in front of you with a handsome smile. satisfied with how you reacted. he was thrilled, almost a little nervous, as to how you will take this dinner thing. thankfully, you looked happy about it. with slight tears of joy brimming your eyes, he knew he did a good job.
the two of you walks towards the dinner table and he even pulled a chair for you.
âthank you.â you canât stop smiling as he sat in front then takes care of you.
he told you the dishes he prepared for tonight and the pure amusement in your eyes didnât slip off from jayâs eyes.
âyou cooked this?â amazed at how it looked like something that will be served at a five star restaurant.
he nods his head, very proud. he tilts his head and asked you to take a bite. just how the meat melts in your mouth is perfect. you arenât even exaggerating, but it taste so good.
âits perfect, jay! youâre such a good cook!â you exclaimed that made jay smile even bigger. his palm rests on top of chest.
âiâm glad you liked it baby.â
he pours you a glass of champagne. âare we even allowed to...?â your words halts referring to the alcohol when youâre just on your senior highschool.
he laughs, âits fine. just a glass of it wonât hurt.â he assures you.
you nodded, a little excited about it. he saw that and chuckles.
âbut make sure not to drink too much baby. i donât want to take you home drunk. i will be on your momâs bad side. we donât want that, do we?â
you laughed lightly and nodded.
the night went on with just the two of you talking about random stuff. he will ask you things he was curious of you and youâll do the same thing. as the conversation went on and on, you find yourself feeling more comfortable around jay.
âwhen did you start liking me, jay?â you suddenly asked after remembering heeseung sharing this cute information as to how it all started for him.
somehow it made you curious for the other boyâs version.
jayâs not caught off-guard about it. well, maybe a little but not too much. he sighs and eyes dropped at his almost finished meal. he tilts his head, one hand plays through his wine glass.
âhonestly, i was actually a little annoyed at you before.â he revealed with a chuckle.
you instantly got your brows furrowed at this new acquired information.
âwhat? why?â curious.
he laughs, finding it funny. finding his old self funny for it.
âbecause of how down bad you got my friends on you.â he started. he stops for a while then let out a sigh.
âi was the last one to discover these feelings for you. i guess its safe to say i was the most denial.â he clicks his tongue. âlike i said, iâm kind of annoyed at you.â
your lips pursed, listening attentively.
âi transferred to our school when weâre on nineth grade, remember?â he says and you nodded your head.
jay doesnât go to your current school before. since his home is far from here, he used to attend somewhere near his house. but he transferred because he wanted to be with his friends. you still remember clearly how the girls in your class went crazy for the new guy, park jongseong.
he was the talk of the whole campus for weeks. saying how perfect he is and how his group of friends are just a bunch of visuals. well, you couldnât disagree with that.
âeven before i can move here, theyâre already been talking about this girl nonstop.â he started again then eyes focused on you. âthey talk about you like youâre the only girl in the campus.â
your heart thumped faster at what he said.
âi was annoyed because at some point, they donât give enough attention to my transfer to the school. all they can tell me is how amazing you are.â he chuckles. âout of curiosity and also irritation, i started to watch you from a far just like them. i was convincing myself that i will find something that can make my friends realize that you arenât that special.â he couldnât help but to smirk.
âbut i just found myself drawn towards you. suddenly iâm not watching you for the main reason i started it. suddenly its because i was caught up, and just like them i fell...â his hand reached over and fingers plays carefully with yours. âand fell continuously until i cannot rise from this feelings anymore.â
your eyes softens and fingers hold his tightly.
âinstead of finding reasons for them to unlike you, i found the reasons why they like you so much, baby.â
you pout and eyes watered with so much affection. heart felt so full because of the things he just said. you canât believe it. jay, despite being the one whose been a little more nicer out of all of them, still felt distant before. his nonchalant demeanour made you think he donât like you as much as the others. turns out youâre wrong.
âi love you, baby.â
you sniffs and stood up from your chair to approach him. he moves his chair back a little to give you space and let you sit at his lap comfortably.
you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face on the side of his face.
âi love you.â you mumble so gently that knocks out the air out of jayâs heart.
to hear those words straight out from your mouth has a different effect on him. he was at awe for a moment before he finally pulls himself back to his senses. he made you face him and cupped your face affectionately.
âyouâre very special to me, y/n. i may not be as expressive as the others as i am afraid to show my vulnerability, but please always remember that i am so soft for you. you are my soft spot.â he said while staring right into your eyes.
âplease never forget that.â
you caress his cheeks, âi know how strong of a person you are, jay. but always know that showing weakness doesnât mean you are not strong. you are a human after all. for me, youâre a very wonderful person.â and with that he leans in for a heated kiss.
his kisses are intense and so is how his hand rests on your face. your eyes shut and just enjoys this moment with jay, hand rests over his shoulder. his open mouthed kiss moves from your lips to your chin, then down to your neck.
âjay..â you moaned.
âi want to fuck you here.â he mumbles that instantly sent your mind afar. you are loss and too caught up in the moment that you barely give a care if his balcony is wide open and free for people to see.
âplease...â you mumble that made jay go crazy.
âstand up and lean on the railings.â he instructed that you obliged right away.
your breaths are heavy while you wait full anticipation for jay to get in touch with you once again. the view beneath his balcony is very pretty and honestly add to the feels. youâre too turned on and the arousal is already poisining your right mind to think about anything but jayâs dick.
not long after, his toned chest are pressed on your back. he dips his head and kisses your exposed shoulder blades towards your neck.
âyouâre so beautiful.â he compliments as one of his hand rummages to pull your dress up so he can fuck you from the back. âso damn beautiful.â he added then slides your panties to the side.
he has his zipper open and his cock pulled outside, so hard and ready for you. he licks his fingers then strokes his dick a few times before placing the starts trailing your line.
âlets get you wet enough first, hm?â he softly whispered, lips kissing you on your ears.
you whimpered and hand rests at his thigh behind you.
âi donât want my baby hurting from my big dick.â he chuckles and kept on tracing the line. his dirty words were enough to get you dripping wet for him.
âjay...â you said, out of breath even if you arenât doing anything.
he chuckles, finding you adorable. âall right, iâm coming in baby.â he whispered then slowly put his cock inside of you.
the stretch made you moan out and whimper softly. once he managed to put it fully, he tries to make you face him.
âgive me a kiss.â he demanded that you gave in. the kiss was slightly messy, but you didnât care.
he asked you to hold on the railings as he started to fuck into you, his large hands dominates your hips. he started slow, enjoying how tight you felt around his cock. but the pleasure it was giving him made it impossible not to go faster.
he started rutting his cock in a faster pace that felt delicious. he groans as he peppered your back with light soft kisses. it was affectionate and honestly started to drive you crazy.
âugh,â you moaned heavenly at the intensity of how jayâs fucking you at the moment.
his thick cock just slides in and out of you, reaching the parts of your insides thatâs been longing for him. one of your hand hold his arm for support as you can feel your knees weakening from too much pleasure.
the breeze are slightly cold but the heat coming from both of your bodies are enough to keep you warm.
âoh my gosh... so good.â you mumble as your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jayâs brows are furrowed as he looks down on your privates connecting. the erotic sounds of your skins slapping making him feel alot of things, arousal being on top of it.
âyeah baby. youâre right.â he says. âyou feel so damn good around me.â and he started fucking faster and deeper.
it was so intense and not surprising that youâre reaching your climax already. the familiar knot forming inside your stomach causes you to clench around jayâs throbbing dick. it sends instant pleasure for him, making him groan and moan. he sounded so sexy.
âcumming for me?â
you nodded your head, lips caught in between your teeth.
âme too, baby. iâm close too.â he then continued trying to drive both of you to reach that release.
you came undone to jayâs dick and is a moaning mess after it. he groans heavily and kept on fucking his hot seeds back inside your tight hole.
he made your head turn to face him for a messy kiss, giggling and chuckling in between while still helping both of you in riding your high.
âi love you so much.â he says, connecting your foreheads together.
you managed to pull a small smile, despite being drunk in lust over the climax you just reached. âi love you, jay.â and with that he leans for a peck before smirking.
âlet me fuck you on the couch too.â and then started guiding you inside his dim lit condo. the only source of light are from the bright moon and some from the building next to his.
he sat down and helped you get on top of him, carefully placing both of his hands on your waist. he watches how you hold his dick and aligned it perfectly to your entrance. his eyes darted at you and hold a stare while you slowly sunk on his dick making you both moan in pleasure.
jayâs a tough man. heâs very independent and ever since he was a little, he refused to be viewed at the weaker side. heâs known for his nonchalant side, but with you heâs more than willing to show his vulnerable side. the side that melts completely to your soft touches and the side that submits to your soft gaze. he will fully let you take over him whole and he promised he will never regret. he perfectly knew his weakness and sheâs right in front of him, looking so beautiful as always.
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Can I request five x reader (takes place in s2) where reader (fiveâs partner) gets sent to Dallas around a year before five comes and after he does and reader sees him, she immediately tackles him on the spot and gives him many kisses. Maybe reader manages to work at a casino too
a/n: hi, thank you so much for your request! i havenât written in a while so i'd love to hear your thoughts, enjoy!!
summary: it's been far too long since you've seen your boyfriend - he learns that the affectionate way.
warnings: reader works at a casino but thereâs no actual gambling sođ¤ˇââď¸
word count: 1.4k
You had to hand it to yourself, for someone whoâd known next to nothing about life in the 1960s, youâd adapted pretty well. In no time at all, youâd managed to land yourself a job as a waitress in a casino. A very good one. It seemed in this timeline, Jack Ruby thought a casino would be a better investment than a night club - and for your part, you couldnât say that he was wrong, nor could you complain.
The hours were long, but the pay was good enough and the other girls had taken you in as one of their own. You quickly began to excel. Strolling between the tables and flashing smiles was easy, second nature even. You developed the wit and charisma to charm the casinoâs patrons without second thought, which meant you got more drinks served, more loyal customers and bigger tips to go along with them.Â
Most nights the new life youâd built for yourself was more than enough but sometimes, no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât help but yearn for what had come before - who had come before.
There was always a dull ache in your chest whenever you caught a fleeting glimpse of a lone, brown-haired man at one of the tables. In those moments, you could never stop yourself from believing for a slither of a second that Five had made it and heâd come right back to you.
Youâd waited for him in that dingy, old alley for two weeks straight, because you knew that Five would never abandon his family like that. That something mustâve gone wrong, but it was okay because heâd come back and everything would be fine. That was what you told yourself. You were so sure heâd show up and solve everything in an instant, because that was what he always did. And when he hadnât, it had almost destroyed you.
The first few months were gruelling, taking your first steps in the new world had taken a while. Grieving Five had taken longer. The obvious truth was staring you in the face. A year without contact from him or any of the other Hargreeves siblings? The probability was that you were the only one who had survived.
It was a truth that you were reluctant to admit, even now. One that led you to where you are today, starting yet another night shift, beside the casinoâs bar, to serve a particularly rowdy Friday night crowd of patrons.
As you begin to set up, Mary-Anne, one of the other waitresses on shift, sidles up to you. Her honey-blonde curls bouncing around her ears as she leans against the bar. Trying to stifle her laugh, in her southern drawl, she says, âHas he tried talking to you yet?â
You raise an eyebrow at her, tilting your head to the side, âHas who tried talking to me yet?â
Her grin grows wider as she gestures to a table on the far corner of the room, laughing, âThat little boy. Havenât I said a million times that we oughta get tighter on the security in this place?â
She sighs, resting her hands on her hips, âI went over to him - trying to tell him that we donât allow minors in here - and whatâd he do?â
Deciding to humour her, you smile, looking down at her, âIâve got no idea, tell me.â
She scoffs, shaking her head as she smiles, âHe told me that he more than knew his way around place a place like this and that I had nothing to worry about with him. Can you imagine having the nerve like that at his age?â
The thought made you laugh. It reminded you of Five. His haggard temper in the body of his younger self always seemed to shock people in the very same way. You paused. It couldnât be him, couldnât it? You must be jumping to conclusions. After all this time, itâd make no sense if he was here now and yetâŚ
âHe said that?â You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you glance between the table and Mary-Anne. You squint, trying to see if you could recognise him.
A part of you felt silly and girlish for still holding out hope but this kidâs description was just too similar and besides, you were a teenager again, you were allowed to be lovesick and entirely delusional. It was practically your god-given right.
Mary-Anne nodded, loading her tray up with drinks of all shapes and sizes to cover her half of the room, âHe did.â
Your eyes were locked onto the distant table, practically pleading for the kid to just turn around and let your hopes down already. Still, all that greeted you was the back of his head and the green fuzz of the poker table in front of him.
When you didnât tear your eyes away, Mary-Anne looked you up and down, her baby blue eyes swimming with concern, âYou alright there?â
Looking back at her, you sigh, already pent up at the possibility of Five being so close, âYeah, I just⌠What did he look like?â You ask tentatively, biting your rouge-tinted, bottom lip between your teeth.
Mary-Anne hums in thought as she loads your tray for you, âGosh, I donât know - he had dark hair, was wearing a suit. It had the funniest, little emblem on it.â She says, tapping her chest in place of where it wouldâve been.
Your eyes widen in shock and excitement as you process her words, âAn umbrella! It was an umbrella, wasnât it?â
Mary-Anne grins, giggling, âIt was⌠howâd you know that?â
You couldnât even answer her. You were already starting to tremble and hyperventilate, entirely overcome with nerves and joy and pure, unbridled excitement all at once. A year of being apart and now he was no more than a few strides away. Your smile brightens up like no other.
You slip your tray from over your head and place it down on the bar as you say, âHey, cover for me, would you? Iâll be two seconds.â
Without waiting for her answer, you dash across the room - a flurry of giddiness bubbling up inside of you the closer you get. You tousle your hair and straighten your uniform, anything to keep your anxious fingers busy and to better yourself for something youâve waited for for far too long.
Hearing heels coming towards him again, Five sighs in frustration and turns around in his chair, âLady, I already told you-â
The breath feels like itâs been stolen from your throat as he turns to face you. Itâs really, truly him. Your boyfriend is right there in front of you and youâve never felt more relief than in this moment.
âY/N.â
Youâre not sure if you want to cry or scream or simply just take him in for the first time all over again. As you look over him, his piercing gaze, his dark hair and the freckle on his right cheek that you canât count the number of times youâve kissed, your eyes canât help but be drawn to his lips.
God, how youâve missed the feeling of them. You barely have time to think about what youâre doing before youâre cupping his face and pressing your lips against his once more, savouring every part of him in a way youâd never thought to before.
Your hands trail over every callous in his skin, memorising him with your fingertips, and as you pull back, Fiveâs gaze softens like nothing else as he smirks, âHello, you.â
His hands reach out to cup your face, gazing over you as if heâs not entirely sure that youâre real. After all your time apart, youâre not sure either. You smile, nodding, âItâs me. Itâs you. Youâre here, youâre really here!â
You cup his face in return and you canât help but press another kiss to his lips. He smiles fondly as you do. And so you kiss him again⌠and again on his cheek⌠and on his freckle⌠his chin⌠his forehead. Everywhere your lips can reach, you press them.
After a moment, he laughs weakly and reaches up to pull your hands away from his face and intertwines them with his own fingers instead, âOkay, love.â He says chasteningly, âLetâs calm down there, shall we?â
Your smile grows shyer as you right yourself, âSorry.â You say, brushing your hair away from your face.
He shakes his head, brushing your hair back for you and then guiding you by the waist to the seat beside him, âNo, donât be sorry. Donât ever be sorry. Believe me, Iâm just as happy to see you. Really.â
Itâs him who initiates the kiss this time. Heâs soft, delicate almost, in the way that he kisses you, as if each movement of his lips is a new way of giving all of his love to you and promising that he wonât ever let you out of his sights again.
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jealous logan â headcanons
pairing: logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: possessive logan, teasing, brief smut (including fingering, dirty talk), feelings of insecurity on loganâs side, angst, jealous behaviour obviously, 18+ ONLY
a/n: the logan brainrot is real. i canât stop thinking about him so here are some headcanons while iâm writing a bigger one shot!
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logan had always been the jealous type even though he would never admit it
seeing you with another guy always felt like trouble to him
of course, he accepted that you had other male friends and that was FINE, but going out with your boyfriend usually entailed having to make sure that he didnât start a fight with someone
some people just wanted to cross a few lines and if they did so in loganâs presence, theyâd be in for some trouble
violence wasnât always the solution but a firm tug on another guyâs jacket usually made most of them run for the hills already
logan was a big, intimidating guy and the wolverine wasnât exactly unknown
if youâre sitting at different ends of the table or at different tables altogether, heâs always going to keep an eye on you
because youâre his and he really canât stand to see those slimy guys try their luck with you
strong arms would wrap around your waist as heâd casually join the conversation while another guy tried to talk to you
he does try to keep things civil if he can, even if heâs burning up inside
getting home after an encounter like this usually means that heâs just more desperate for you
strong hands would grab your waist, teeth nibbling at your ear as the deep rumble of his voice courses through your body
âi donât like to see you talking to other guys. i donât like to share.â
his finger would sometimes slip into your pants, brushing over your sensitive nub, teasing you
oh, he loves to be a tease
âonly i know how to make you feel goodâ
his thick fingers would push past your entrance, curling in just the right way to find the perfect spot inside you
logan was always good at this but showing you that no one could ever satisfy you like he did gave him just the right bit of motivation to make it even better for you
âlook how wet you are,â heâd whisper into your ear, often taking the time to suck his fingers clean after touching you
while he loved to remind you of who you belonged to, he also couldnât shake the little bit of insecurity in him
especially if it was a younger man talking to you or someone who wasnât mutant
heâd never be able to have a normal life and heâd grow much older than you, probably
what if you werenât satisfied with this anymore one day?
what if something else just sounded better, more secure?
youâd always try to reassure him that youâre happy with him, but the feeling kept nagging at him every time he got jealous and had a bad day
because how could he live without you?
oh, heâd get so clingy when heâs jealous
when youâre alone in your shared home, heâd pull you into a tighter hug than usual before sleep
your head is buried in his hairy chest, his large hand moving up and down your back
âi donât wanna lose you. shit, i hate to see you with other guys,â heâd say between gritted teeth, his eyes staring holes into the wall
when you look up at him, you meet his eyes and theyâre filled with worry
âi donât like the way other men look at youâŚâ he mumbles
âthen itâs good that i only want one specific man in my life,â you whisper in response, lips finding his in a slow kiss
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A Helping Hand (Or two, or three..)
Thinking about Somnophila with monster!reader, having your boyfriend dead asleep after a long work week, stripped naked and laying face down on the sheets, practically leaving his ass for your taking
God he looks so pretty like this, you think as you reach out with a tentacle to caress the exposed skin. Usually youâd try to keep your hands to yourself, not wanting to wake him up after such a long week but he looks absolutely delectable like this with the sheets only covering his upper half and laying in such position that would make it so easy for him to take your cock.
So you allow your tentacle to trace the bottom of his spine, hearing the hitch of his breath as the cold wet tentacle brushes right below his birth mark, and watching it leave a wet trail behind as it works its way to his thighs, the slim limb gingerly pulling his legs apart til all you can see is the puckered ring of muscles.
âOh fuck,â you breathe out, feeling the blood pool to your lower half and you watch as your tentacle takes the liberty to go further with its touch.
Despite the cold wet feeling grazing his skin, heâs receptive as ever to it: fully allowing the wet sticky limb to cup his cheeks, letting it squeeze and grope the skin like his ass belongs to it, watching him buck his hips as the tentacle tugs and taunts his puckered him and hearing it pulling sweet sweet sweet sounds out of him.
You canât help but be surprised at his reaction since youâve never touched him like this before, let alone showed him your tentacles, fearing it would have him running out the door. However looking at him now he doesnât seem to mind them at all.
For a moment you think that in his sleep induced state he must believe that itâs you, his boyfriend, touching him like this, thatâs why he must be so comfortable with it but you can see the furrow in his brow, can hear the choked âwhoâ âwhatâ almost as if heâs still trying to comprehend who- what is touching him right now
While youâre lost in your thoughts the tentacle manages to line itself up with his puckered rim, the slimy limb teasingly circling his clenching hole before it starts to slowly sink inside him.
Itâs wet enough to easily slink inside and a bit bigger than the size of your fingers or tongue but he takes it oh so easily, allows the tentacle to slowly stretch him out without much resistance.
Itâs almost like it knows his body better than you do as it takes him apart bit by bit, prodding and poking at the wall of nervous and leaving him quaking on the sheet; slowly erasing the furrow in his brow and replacing it with a look of pleasure, and silencing any questions with long hard thrusts til heâs only able to only utter sounds of pleasure.
âMpfh! Fuck! Sir please!â He blabbers out and you can only watch in surprise as your boyfriend addresses you- it by a title youâve never heard him use before, seemingly uncaring about who or what is fucking him anymore, matter of fact he seems all too eager at the thought of it being someone else other than you.
Itâs like his words seem to fuel it on as another tentacle spurts from your chest and buries itself deep inside of him.
This time a loud scream escapes the other man, and you watch him jerk on the mattress probably having been woken up from his deep slumber by now but he still keeps his head down, wildly panting into the mattress âhuh- what-wh-â
He doesnât manage to get another word out as both of the tentacles ram into him, the force of the thrusts sending him forward as another scream escapes his lips. âFuck oh - oh fuck!â
You can only watch as the tentacles continue to ram into your boyfriend, obscene squelching sound mingle with his scream and you watch his hole practically gaping every time they momentarily slip out of him.
Youâre only brought out your trance when you feel a third tentacle wrap itself around your poor weeping dick, the wet limb softly stroking you from rot to tip as you watch your boyfriend get fucked by the other two limbs.
Slowly but surely the man inches closer to the edge and you watch him practically humping the sheets as the tentacles continue to fuck him âfuck fuck fuck, going to cum-â he manages to splutter out and just as the words leave his mouth you watch him freeze up before he cums,âoh- oh godâ
Youâre quick to follow along, cumming right on his ass, and watching the tentacles eagerly clean it up.
The man before you slumps back onto the sheets as the tentacles pull out of him, and by the soft snores escaping his lips you can tell heâs already asleep. The limbs are quick to retract to your chest and you spend a couple of moments catching your breath.
Once heâs back to conscious, he turns to you with a lazy smile on his voice, sounding raspy as ever when he says âI had the strangest dream babeâ
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Reader who accidentally gives her virginity to Slasher!KĂśnig? The lights were off, and she was planning on spending a romantic getaway with her boyfriend to finally seal the deal. She mistakes him for her boyfriend, assuming the mask was for some weird role play he wanted to do. Didnât even question why her boyfriendâs body feels extremely different. Itâs not until she turns on the light and curiously lifts up his hood after the deed was done that she found out that she just fucked a random guy, while her boyfriend was actually bleeding out in the next room over.
You boyfriend paid for the cabin. Said the owner -- a creepy fuck - dropped the price twice immediately upon hearing that it was for a couple's getaway. Said he is too fucking tired of groups of drunk partygoers - too much clean up after they're done with. Said it's nice to have fewer gusts sometimes. Tuck the payment immediately, though - said he doesn't make deposits, and too many people disappear after only giving him a third of what they own. Creepy fuck, like your boyfriend said - but you didn't care. It's the first nice thing he did in a long time - he won you over, pushed you in direction of finally agreeing for him to take your virginity - even though you were kinda scared at first. Your first time should be special, and your boyfriend lately wasn't...exactly a special feeling inducer. It's no matter though - you will have your romantic getaway in cozy cabin in the woods. The place looks like a mansion - you're shocked, really, even after a few hours spent settling in, sipping on a beer and nervously giggling each time your boyfriend made a sleazy remark about popping your cherry. He makes a joke about filming the process for history sake. About the owner of the cabin probably preparing to jerk off somewhere in the dark corner - you didn't like the jokes. Asked to turn off the light as you get under the covers, preparing to finally become a part of the sex club. Your boyfriend exited the room, searching for more booze, probably - came a while after, when you already started to feel weird about the whole thing. There is a bottle of sweet liquor - not beer, surprisingly - tilted to your mouth. You drink it, enjoying the sweet, alcoholic coffee poured into your mouth. They are gentle, but firm hands going over your body, grasping every bit of skin they can find. It's probably booze and your nerves, but the hands feel slightly different from your boyfriend's - bigger, rougher. You're probably just nervous, imagining weird things. He kiss you everywhere - you could feel a light stubble. It's funny, you didn't even notice your boyfriend didn't shave - probably your nerves, again, making you feel a bit dizzy from the kisses. You had a few fantasies about how the whole losing virginity thing would turn out - you never thought it would be like this. Soft and terrifying at the same time. Tongue licking you everywhere, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and find his head, hoping he would stop the gentle assault on your nerves. You find his hair - suddenly, it feel shorter than a greasy man bun your boyfriend has - and tug on it. Feel the pressure. He moans. Rough voice, low voice. A bit of a boyish tone. "So good for me, Schatzen. Knew your boyfriend wouldn't put much of a fight, but you're a natural for me, ja?" This is not your boyfriend.
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Fantasy Short Kings <3
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Your typical brash Dwarf warrior. Who is only amused when you, the mage of the party, try and rile him up by poking fun at his height. He knows you're only acting like a brat so he'll go rough on you but he eventually gives in to your lewd fantasies.
"You know, I can probably find a spell to make you....bigger."
He grabs onto the belt hugging your hips and pulls you down to your knees in front of him.
"Are ya sure? Ye can't even handle me this size, Lass."
You can't help the pleased look on your face as you bite your lip and look up at him with love struck eyes from your place, kneeling on the floor. The dwarf scoffs at how satisfied you are with yourself and your "plan". He wastes no time lifting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying you towards his tent.
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Goblin boyfriend who is very horny for you and you alone. When others belittle his sexual abilities or make fun of his height he probably wasn't listening cus he was staring at your boobs. However, when he does manage to pay attention to the comments, his reaction is basically just: "Hoes mad."
He's obsessed with your legs, thighs specifically. He encourages you to wear shorts, skirts, dresses, tighter pants, anything to show off your gorgeous legs.
His goal is to make you feel even half as sexy as he thinks you are.... and he really likes your legs. His undeniable attraction and unrelenting hunger for you gets you off far more than any bigger man could.
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Werewolf who's the runt of his pack and definitely on the smaller side. Most of the pack laughs when he finally confesses that he got a mate. He's confided with you about his insecurities before and how the pack treats him so you already have the perfect game plan when you both get invited to a pack get-together. That's why you're bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his car moaning into his neck,
"You gonna mark me up, Baby? Show them who I belong to?"
Making him whine out, "Yeah, f-fuck yes." while gripping your hips and cumming inside your greedy hole.
The look on his pack mates faces was priceless when you walked in there basically reeking of each other with barely hidden bite marks. While the older adults just looked happy that the smallest cub got himself a loving mate, many of the younger adults were clearly struggling with the fact that the runt they bullied for so long actually fucks.
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Controversially Young Girlfriend (part two)
Hugh Jackman x popstar!readerÂ
series masterlist & main masterlist
summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men.Â
warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns.Â
warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3
authors note: I truly appreciate every single one of you who has enjoyed this story and has shown it love. I want to have a slow start to things so I hope everyone appreciates a good slow burn lol. enjoy! <3
part two: pathetic
London was absolutely beautiful. Youâd always dreamed of coming here- simply exploring anywhere out of America really. It was so fun being in a foreign place hearing silly accents all day, you loved it. You wanted nothing more than to do a world tour for your debut album but your label decided to play it safe by only touring around North America. Now that you were here, you dreamed bigger and would try your hardest to gain the fan base it took to have a world tour. Traveling was honestly one of the best perks of being famous.Â
famous
It was a word you were still getting used to as it almost felt shallow to refer to yourself as such. Though it was true. You were famous. Having that interaction with Hugh and Ryan yesterday made the reality sink in even more. Two men who had been in the industry for decades knew who you were, it was mind boggling to put it simply. The embarrassment seemed to keep creeping in when you would remember your interaction between the two men yesterday. The yelp of surprise and the quick, but loud, âholy shitâ that was thrown from your mouth involuntarily made you cringe. Hugh asking about Pedro was something you werenât prepared for at all either. It made sense for him to ask, if he was a close friend of Pedroâs then your name being brought up didnât seem like the oddest thing. However, never meeting Hugh before, you wished the conversation could have been different.Â
Ugh stupid hot, tall, older, Australian man that could sing. He was literally everything you found attractive bundled up into one man. You had a brief obsession with The Greatest Showman, as every theater kid did, but your celebrity crush of the movie was Zac Efron. If only freshman you could see current you, sheâd probably laugh.Â
Hugh had been on your mind all night and hadnât left since you woke up this morning. If you could remember, youâd be certain he was the focus of your dreams too. The following and the comment was shocking to say the least. From Ryanâs words, they were fans but why did he follow you after he had met you instead of before. Ha, as you think about it more, it probably wasnât even him. It was more than likely someone who was hired to run his socials, just like the person on your team that posted that photo for you. You were definitely overthinking it allâŚThis morning when you were brushing your teeth, you kept trying to remember the feeling of his big hand on the base of your spine. It was all a bit pathetic.Â
âHellooooâŚearth to y/n.â Ashley, your best friend, says as she snaps her fingers in front of your face. âAre you going to tell me what has you all spaced out or do I have to deal with you moping around this entire trip?â There's a hint of annoyance in her voice.Â
Ashley has been your best friend since middle school. She was always your number one supporter, so in return, you take her almost everywhere with you. Of course you invited her to London and of course she planned an entire itinerary around your busy work schedule. Her company was appreciated but it was impossible to hide your emotions from her, making moments like this difficult.Â
âIâm sorry. Itâs nothing really, it can wait until later.â If the two of you werenât sitting in the middle of a small cafe, you would have told her every single thought that sat in your brain, but you couldnât. You never knew who was listening in on your conversations. That became something you had to get used to, not being able to exist in public. It usually wasnât too bad, for example, you could sit in a cafe with your best friend but sometimes things got out of hand and you couldnât even walk down the street.
âOkay, you better.â She gave you an understanding nod. âSo, I bought us tickets to go on the London Eye at 2pm then I thought we could go grab a late lunch or dinner, whatever you-â Youâre looking at her and nodding trying your best to pay attention but you canât. You hated the way one singular interaction with Hugh had your entire day scrambled. If you ever saw him again, youâd have to tell him off for being so hot and ruining the fun London trip you had planned.Â
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The wait for the London Eye ended up taking an extra forty five minutes and Ashley was pissed. She was a very schedule oriented person, one minute off and sheâs stressed the fuck out. The entire time we waited, she complained and would have had the king on the phone if you hadn't stopped her. Her mood was unchanged by the time you stepped into your private cart.
âIf I tell you all of my boy drama, would it make you calm down and enjoy the ride?â You ask slyly as you look down at the water below as the wheel starts to move the bubble youâre sitting in higher.Â
She gasps and her eyes go wide.
âBOY DRAMA???â She screams out, her previous negative mood disappearing and her eyes light up with excitement.
You sigh as you gather your thoughts.Â
âWell..itâs not really drama. I may or may not have a teensy crush on someone.âÂ
âOh my god!! Who is it? Have I met them?âÂ
âUh no. I actually just met him-â Sheâs cutting you off before you can finish your sentence.Â
âYOU SLUT!â She yells, pointing an accusing finger at you.Â
âWhat the hell Ash? I didnât even tell yo-âÂ
âItâs Hugh fucking Jackman isnât it? Stacy said she saw the way you looked at him yesterday. Jesus y/n, you donât even know the guy.â Sheâs rambling on, judgment clear in her voice.Â
âSince when are you and Stacy on talking terms?â You purposely ignore everything else she said. Ashley was jealous of Stacy for awhile. When you asked her about it she claimed that Stacy was trying to steal her best friend away. It took a lot of reassurance that the relationship you had with Stacy was work before friendship- and if she had become a good friend along the way, that was something you werenât going to tell Ashley.Â
âWe can be civil when it comes to concerns for you.âÂ
âAnd what concerns are there lately?âÂ
âHuh⌠Stacy let me in on your little conversation yesterday about swearing off men for a little bit but once Hugh stepped through the door, she said that she could tell that idea was out the window.â Sheâs trying her hardest to keep a straight face but there was a slight smirk peeking through.Â
âOh my fucking god, you guys are so dramatic. Yes heâs fine as FUCK but like you said I dont know him. I probably wonât ever see him again.â You sigh at the end. You really wanted to see him again.Â
âWhat even happened that has you wrapped around his finger already?â You donât speak for a moment as you think about how to say your thoughts without feeling dumb.Â
âPlease donât tell me you only have a crush on him because heâs hotâŚYou take your crushes too far for that.â There's a look of panic resting on her face.Â
âHe uhâŚwellâŚyou know how we took the pictures yesterday for BBC?â You ask and she's nodding. âI thought he looked good but I swear I wasnât thinking anything irrational. It was when we had to take those stupid pictures and he rested his hand on my backâŚAsh, I swear there was a spark or something. It felt so⌠I donât knowâŚso.. right?â The cart youâre in is sitting at the top of the wheel and youâre taking advantage of the view while you wait for Ashley to respond. When she doesnât, you turn to look at her. Sheâs staring blankly at you, giving you slow blinks.Â
âWhat?â Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper.Â
âY/n, how old is he?â Her expression is unchanging.Â
âFifty fiveâŚI googled it last night..â You were feeling ashamed of your behavior. You felt like a kid with a stupid school crush. Pathetic.Â
âHm, thatâs your oldest yet. Whatâs next, eighty or ninety five is probably more to your taste huh?â Sheâs making fun of you and it hurts. You know sheâs never approved of your taste in men but you canât really help it. Itâs not like you block out guys your age, they just donât satisfy you. Theyâre mean, boring, and losers. You wanted a real man. Someone who was established in life and could take care of you.Â
âWhatever..â You let out softly. The cart was nearing the bottom once again and you were ready to be free of the room of gossip and judgment.Â
âY/n⌠you know I only want whatâs best for you. I mean look at what happened with Pedro and all the other men before him.â Sheâs sincere and you understand her point of view but you wished she would understand yours as well.Â
âI know Ash. Itâs just a stupid crush anyways.â It was more of a reminder to yourself rather than to Ashley. She was right, you did have a habit of taking your crushes too far. You always had to try to get the guy who held your attention but you were confident in who you were. Most times it worked but a break from dating was what was best for you.Â
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To apologize for being mean, Ashley was currently on the phone with some poor worker from one of Gordon Ramsayâs restaurants. She already made a reservation for tomorrow night but thought tonight would be better to cheer you up. You tried to reason with her by telling her that there were plenty of great restaurants in London we could get into tonight, but she insisted on having a very touristy dinner tonight instead of tomorrow, like it made any of a difference.Â
âI know the reservation is for tomorrow but miss y/l/n needs it for tonight.â Her voice is strong and unwavering, determined to get a table tonight. Sheâs been throwing your name around left and right hoping that someone would know who you were. It all felt too pretentious for your liking but you couldnât control Ashley when she was like this.Â
You were sprawled across your hotel bed, scrolling through instagram. The voices inside your head were screaming to look at Hughâs page, just a peak. Last night after you saw the comment, you practically threw your phone across the room, too afraid to look at it again. You're honestly thankful for that reaction because who knows how long you would have stayed awake thinking about it and diving into his life. You did make that quick google search to see just how old he was but that was the end of your exploration.Â
Your fingers moved faster than your brain could process, typing his name into the search bar and clicking his profile the second it popped up. You didnât have to scroll far into his account before your heart started to race. You clicked on a mirror selfie he had posted of him in his wolverine costume with sunglasses on. The pose and the caption really showed his age but for your sick brain, it made everything about him even sexier. You cautiously swiped out of that picture to prevent an accidental like. The next picture to catch your attention was one of Hugh in the trunk of a car. Your eyes almost jump out of your face with your tongue rolling onto the ground like the cartoons. The size of his arm was insane. You werenât one to go for muscular men, but Hugh could choke you out with that arm any time he wanted to. His smile was so dreamy. You hadnât seen Deadpool and Wolverine yet, not really having interest before, but now you might have to take a solo trip to the movies. You were cooked.
âThank you, Iâm glad we were able to come to an agreement. Yes tonight at 8pm.â Ashley is hanging up the phone and lets out a high pitched squeal.Â
âHow do you do that?â Youâve always been amazed at her negotiating skills and her ability to get whatever she wants.Â
âNatural talent..also having a famous bestie doesnât hurt.â She giggles and checks the time. Her laughter turns to a gasp. âWe have to get ready, itâs already 6pm!â Sheâs gathering her things and as sheâs rushing out of the door, sheâs telling you that sheâll be back soon to get dolled up together.Â
You had to learn how to style yourself over the past year of being in the limelight. Fashion was something you had been interested in but in Minden, if you dressed too out of the ordinary, people would stare. You shied away from it for longer than necessary and only recently learned how to express yourself freely thanks to your stylist, Kat. For dinner, you picked out a lengthy fitted black dress. It had the prettiest floral pattern that covered it with butterflies popping up here and there. What sold you on the dress though were the two frilly pieces of fabric that hung on either side of the dress. It was stunning and it looked even better on you. You decided on letting your hair sit in its natural state, not caring to put much effort into it.Â
When Ashley came tumbling back into your room, wearing a red fitted dress, the two of you put some music on and got to work. You werenât going for a super complicated makeup look, simply deciding on a small winged eyeliner, mascara, a dark blood red lip stain, and a hint of blush. Layering a few necklaces and adding some hooped earrings, your look was almost complete. All that was left were a pair of black heels that had two strings that you effortlessly swirled around your calf tying it into a cute bow at the top.Â
âYou look smoking hot! Let me take a picture of you.â Ashley whistles and grabs your phone to take a few shots. She was right, you looked good. You decided to post one of the pictures of your instagram story with a small caption that said âdinner time đâ.Â
What you loved about Ashley is that she took your fame with a grain of salt most of the time. When you wanted to take an uber or taxi somewhere, she never complained. You often got tired of taking private cars everywhere, wanting a little normality when you could get it. The uber ride over was a quiet one, both of you too focused on the view outside of your own windows, soaking in the reality of being in Europe.Â
The restaurant was gorgeous. It wasnât over the top fancy with normal everyday people littering the dining area, it was nice. Ashley and yourself were in quiet conversation as you looked over the menu. Feeling adventurous, you asked the waitress what she recommended and you ended up ordering the dish. Sipping on your espresso martini, you took a moment to feel grateful for the life you got to live.Â
âOh you have got to be kidding me.â Ashley is sighing with a slight roll of her eyes.Â
âGood evening y/n.â A voice is approaching behind you before you could question Ashleys sudden annoyance. It was a voice you recognized, hearing it the day before. You turn around to see Hugh standing behind your left shoulder and you stand up to greet him properly. Youâve gotten accustomed to hugging almost everyone you meet nowadays, you lean in without thinking.Â
âOh my god! Hi Hugh.â There's a big grin on your face. It felt like a sign that you were seeing him again.Â
âI donât want to bother you ladies for too long. I recognized your dress and wanted to come say hi. I also wanted to apologize for bringing up Pedro yesterday, it was rude of me to do without even introducing myself first.â He lets out in his gruff voice, accent strong. His arm and yours are still interlocked in a weird side hug type of position.Â
âItâs totally fine, you didnât know.â You look into his eyes with utmost sincerity. âOh uh, this is my best friend Ashley. Ashley, this is Hugh.â He breaks the side hug to reach to shake Ashleyâs hand.Â
âNice to meet you.â Hugh lets out and Ashley responds with a short âyou too.â You give her a look that says âbe niceâ.Â
âWell, Iâll get out of your hair. It was really nice seeing you again sweetheart.â He smiles down at you.
âIt was nice seeing you again as well.âÂ
âHere let me.â Heâs motioning to your chair. You take a seat and he's pushing it forward for you.Â
âThank you.â Looking back at him with a shy smile. He gives your shoulder a squeeze of acknowledgment and heâs walking away.Â
âMaybe the universe does want you with a man old enough to be your grandfather. I mean what are the fucking odds of running into him at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant.â Ashley lets out in total disbelief.Â
You donât say anything, you give a sly shrug instead. The rest of the dinner is tame. The food was delicious and you felt woozy from the martinis youâd been downing. Ashley let you know half way through the dinner that Hugh was sitting not to far from us and that he âhad a fucking staring problemâ, her words exactly. It made you giddy to think he was looking over here and if you begged Ashley to trade seats with you it was no one else's business. She obviously refused and you spent the rest of your time focusing on your friend, with Hugh sitting in the corner of your mind.Â
When you got back to the hotel, you immediately stripped yourself from your heels and dress. Laying in the bed in nothing but your undergarments, you opened instagram and took a look at your story one more time, wanting to see just how good you looked. It was shallow for sure but it made you feel good. You saw the hearts flooding the bottom of the screen and decided to swipe up to see who had liked it. As you scrolled nothing really caught your attention until that name caught your eye again.
âI recognized your dress and wanted to come say hi.âÂ
What the actual fuck.
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