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hamsterclaw · 3 years ago

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The Catch (Part 2)

Your daughter is the most important person in your life. Her father? Not so much. He's been away for years, and now he wants to come back.

Pairing: Seokjin x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 11k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: Single parenthood, sex and swearing

Part 1

Part 2

‘You want to go on holiday together,’ you repeat after Seokjin.

‘Somewhere hot, and sunny. A winter break,’ Seokjin says, nodding.

To be fair, he’s making it sound pretty enticing.

‘Chaeyoung wants to meet Reiha too.’

And just like that, your stomach drops.

‘You want us to go on holiday together with you and Chaeyoung,’ you say.

‘It’s a really nice resort,’ Seokjin says. ‘I’ll pay for everything.’

‘I don’t need your money, Seokjin,’ you say automatically, and your eyes focus in on his lips when you realise he’s mimicking you, having heard you say this exact sentence umpteen times over the last few weeks.

‘Are you twelve?’ you ask, scathing.

Seokjin grins at you.

‘Come on. I’ll hire out a separate villa for you, so if you and Chaeyoung don’t get along you don’t even have to see each other.’

‘Why wouldn’t we get along?’ you ask.

‘Women fight over me sometimes,’ Jin mutters.

You roll your eyes so hard you nearly give yourself a headache.

Reiha, of course, is ecstatic at the news.

And that’s how you find yourself going to the Maldives for five days with Kim Seokjin, his beautiful movie star girlfriend Chaeyoung and your superstar of a daughter Reiha.

***

One flight and a seaplane later, you tip the man who’s set your bags down in the huge villa Seokjin’s organised and admire the view.

You’ve never been to the Maldives before, and it’s stunning. To be fair, you haven’t been on holiday in years.

The sky’s a cerulean blue, and the sparkling ocean is so clear you can almost see the fish from here.

Reiha’s bouncing on the huge bed, and you throw your reservations to the wind and bounce along with her.

‘Mom, this is amazing!’

‘I know!’

You race through the villa, realising with delight that it’s bigger than you expected, with two bedrooms, both overlooking the ocean, two bathrooms, a huge living room and a tiny kitchen.

‘Let’s go swimming,’ Reiha says.

You can’t get changed fast enough.

You’re splashing in the ocean, horsing around with Reiha when you see Seokjin and Chaeyoung approach.

Chaeyoung had seemed nice enough, you met her for the first time on the plane. She’s beautiful, of course, and her and Seokjin look stunning together. She hadn’t said much to you, but she’d smiled kindly at Reiha, which had been enough to win you over.

Seokjin splashes out to join you and Reiha. You don’t remember him being much of a swimmer, but of course you last knew him when you were teenagers. He’s had time to get better since then.

‘Race to the shore?’ you challenge Reiha. You used to go swimming together a lot when she was younger, although you haven’t been in a while.

Reiha nods. She gets her competitive streak from you.

‘I’m in,’ Jin says.

You have no idea who wins because of all the cheating. Jin had given Reiha a head start, not realising how fast she was. Then the bastard had yanked your leg to hold you back and you’d gone under. You’d retaliated by tackling him in the water and then swimming off with Reiha.

‘Can we go snorkelling mom?’ Reiha asks, hopeful.

‘Sure, baby. Do you want to go with Jin and Chaeyoung?’ you ask.

‘Chaeyoung doesn’t want to snorkel,’ Jin says. ‘So it’d be just me and Reiha. Want to come?’

‘Ah, sure.’

Jin and you wait as Reiha’s fitted with a snorkel and mask.

‘She’s a great swimmer,’ Jin says, something like pride in his expression as he looks at her.

‘We used to go every week,’ you tell him. You’d tried hard to do something fun with Reiha in her early years, when everything was expensive and difficult.

‘Thank you,’ Jin says, and there’s a note in his voice that makes you look at him.

‘What are you thanking me for now?' you ask.

‘For doing all the work for the both of us,’ he says.

Your eyes snap to his.

‘Yeah, well, thanks for organising all this, and for paying for it,’ you tell him. ‘It’s kind of you.’

‘I’m not –‘ Jin breaks off as Reiha runs up to both of you.

***

You and Reiha are walking to dinner in the resort.

‘This is so awesome, mom. I can’t wait for tomorrow,’ Reiha says. She hugs you unexpectedly.

You hug her back. ‘What should we do tomorrow?’

‘More snorkelling,’ Reiha says.

You join Jin and Chaeyoung at their table.

Chaeyoung smiles at you. ‘The food is meant to be excellent. We’re having lobster.’

‘Ah thanks for the recommendation,’ you tell her.

‘I’d like a burger,’ Reiha announces.

You have to laugh at your daughter’s food preferences. ‘I’ll have the swordfish,’ you tell the waiter.

‘Can we go snorkelling tomorrow, dad?’ Reiha asks Jin. You see the faintest flicker of something in Chaeyoung’s eyes at the use of ‘dad’. You guess it must be pretty weird for your boyfriend to suddenly be the dad of an eleven-year-old.

‘How did you and Jin meet?’ you ask Chaeyoung.

‘Oh, through our management company,’ Chaeyoung tells you. ‘His manager thought we’d get on and set us up on a date.’

She laughs. ‘He was so awkward! I almost didn’t agree to a second date.’

You smile. ‘Guess he was nervous.’

‘It’s our one-year anniversary next week,’ Chaeyoung says. ‘I’m glad we managed to get away.’

That makes you feel a little awkward. Again, you guess it must be pretty weird to go on a holiday with your boyfriend’s daughter and ex-girlfriend.

‘This is a great place to go on holiday,’ you say, neutrally. Your gaze meets Jin’s, and he’s looking at you, another expression on his face you don’t understand.

***

The next morning Jin comes over to your villa.

‘Hey, Chaeyoung’s organised a spa day for you and her. I thought it’d be a good opportunity to take Reiha snorkelling and maybe check out the sea turtles,’ Jin says.

You’re torn. You’d love a spa day, but you’d also like snorkelling.

‘You don’t have to go on the spa day, it was just an idea,’ Jin tells you.

You guess this is what it’s like to be a grown up. ‘Oh sure, a spa day sounds fun,’ you say. ‘As long as you guard Reiha with your life, Seokjin.’

‘I won’t let anything happen to her,’ Jin promises you.

‘Because I will hurt you,’ you say, trying to sound menacing.

Jin laughs. ‘If you weren’t the shortest person here I might be able to take you seriously.’

‘I’m not short,’ you grumble.

‘No, you’re not. But I’m glad Reiha gets her height from me,’ Jin says, grinning.

He pauses. ‘She gets her determination from you though. When she’s concentrating, she looks just like you.’

You’ve never noticed that.

‘It’s cute,’ Jin coos.

‘Ugh. Get lost,’ you say, pushing his hands away as he tries to tug your ponytail.

***

As much as you hate to admit it, a spa day was a good choice. You’re relaxing on a massage bench, having hot stones laid on your back, being pummelled to within an inch of your life, and you feel great.

Chaeyoung looks over at you as you join her in the jacuzzi.

‘The massage was a good idea,’ you tell her enthusiastically.

She just smiles. ‘I prefer this to anything active to be honest. Jin tired me out last night.’

You work hard not to have any sort of visible reaction to her words.

‘It’s a romantic place,’ you agree.

‘What about you?’ Chaeyoung asks. ‘Do you have a partner?’

‘Oh no,’ you reply. ‘I’ve just started seeing someone though.’

You’ve been on a few dates with Yoongi. You think it’s going well. You’re by no means a relationship expert, but you know he’s a nice guy, and you know he likes you.

Chaeyoung hums. ‘Seokjin’s a romantic guy. Didn’t you find that when you were dating him?’

‘Oh well, we were fifteen,’ you tell her, honestly. ‘We were in school together, not the most romantic place.’ You laugh self-deprecatingly.

‘For our six-month anniversary he took us to Paris,’ Chaeyoung muses. ‘He’s generous too. He’s bought me so much jewelry I had to tell him to stop.’ She laughs, tinkly.

You’re not sure what’s triggering all this girl talk but it’s making you feel a little small.

‘Lucky you,’ you say. You stand up. ‘I’m getting a little pruney. I might go and grab a drink before our facials.’

As you’re waiting outside the spa, you hear Chaeyoung’s name called.

‘Hey, gorgeous,’ says a beautiful man, walking up and embracing her.

‘Hobi!’ says Chaeyoung, looking pleased to see him. ‘I didn’t know you were here too!’

‘I’m here with Jimin and Jungkook,’ Hobi says. ‘How long are you here? We should have dinner together.’

‘That would be lovely,’ Chaeyoung says. ‘Seokjin’s here, of course.’

Hobi is looking at you with interest, probably wondering what Chaeyoung’s doing with someone so obviously not a celebrity.

‘This is Y/N,’ Chaeyoung says.

You smile and hold out your hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’

‘Likewise,’ he says, smiling at you charmingly. ‘I’m Hoseok.’

‘We have to get going, Hobi, we’ll miss our slot. But dinner. Tonight?’

‘Yeah, we’re up for dinner,’ Hoseok says. He smiles at you politely as you walk off.

***

When you arrive for dinner, Jin and Chaeyoung are sitting with Hoseok and two other men you don’t know.

They’re a beautiful group, you feel pretty intimidated.

Reiha looks up at you. ‘Shall we go and eat together?’

‘Sure, baby. We can do whatever you want.’

You’re turning around, hand on Reiha’s shoulder, when Jin comes up to you.

‘Hey, where are you going?’ he asks. ‘There’s seats for you next to me.’

You look at Reiha, who’s looking up at Jin. For the first time in a long time, your daughter looks shy.

You’re just about to say you’ll meet Jin for breakfast when Reiha nods.

Reiha ends up sandwiched between you and a man called Jungkook. She admires his tattooed arm. In moments Jungkook is telling her all about his tattoos.

On the other side of you, Hoseok, who you met earlier, asks how you know Jin and Chaeyoung. Your eyes flick to Jin’s awkwardly before you answer. You have no idea how much his friends know about you and Reiha.

‘She’s my ex-girlfriend,’ Jin says, saving you. ‘Reiha’s my daughter.’

Hoseok’s eyebrows rise slightly, but the smile he gives you seems sincere.

‘She looks like a better version of Jin,’ he says lightly.

You laugh. ‘It’s my genes,’ you say, jokingly.

‘You are way prettier than Jin,’ Hoseok agrees.

You laugh off his compliment. ‘Better at swimming too.’

‘We’re going to swim out to a wreck tomorrow,’ Jungkook says, from the other side of you. ‘You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.’

‘Ah, I don’t know if Reiha would be up for it,’ you demur.

‘I’ll look after Reiha. We wanted to see the sea turtles again, anyway,’ says Jin.

You look at Reiha. ‘We’ll see.’

Reiha rolls her eyes. ‘You can go, mom. I’d rather hang with dad anyway.’

You pretend to be wounded at her statement. ‘I changed your diapers, young lady.’

Jimin, the beautiful man sitting across from Reiha, laughs suddenly. ‘I can’t imagine Jin changing diapers.’

‘I didn’t,’ Jin says, quietly.

‘You were always terrible at cleanup,’ you say, referring to when you had to do beach cleanup at school. ‘If it were up to you, the beaches would never be clean.’

Jin laughs. ‘I had other things to do at school.’ He says it so lightly it doesn’t sound suggestive.

Chaeyoung says, ‘Jin’s always had specific interests.’ She glances at Jin.

Thankfully your food arrives, because there’s a slight awkwardness in the air.

Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok are good company, attentive to Reiha. Jungkook in particular seems good with her, telling her a selection of terrible jokes and showing her how to fling peas at Jin.

You excuse yourselves when Reiha starts yawning.

The next morning after breakfast, Jin sets off with Reiha and you head to meet Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin.

‘Hi,’ you say, a little shyly. They’re good-looking guys, and you don’t know them that well.

Hoseok smiles at you, friendly as ever. ‘Ready for adventure?’ he asks, dropping his voice for dramatic effect.

You laugh. ‘Born ready.’

The wreck is more impressive than you imagined it, a huge dark mass teeming with swirling fish. Hoseok stays close to you, pointing things out. He startles easily, but doesn’t take himself too seriously.

When you come out of the water, Jungkook and Jimin start talking enthusiastically about the turtles they saw. Hoseok helps you disentangle your hair from your snorkel mask. He’s gentle, gentler than you would have been, and with him this close your face is practically in his chest.

Your face flushes at his proximity, and you hope he hasn’t noticed.

‘There,’ he says, handing you your mask, helping you tug your hair back off your face.

‘Thanks, Hoseok,’ you say, smiling up at him.

He smiles back. ‘Not a problem. It was nice snorkelling with you. These two just like scaring each other under the water.’

‘Yeah, it was fun,’ you tell him.

‘Want to grab a drink?’ Hoseok asks. He looks so handsome, tanned and windswept, that you find yourself saying yes.

You text Jin to check him and Reiha are ok and Hoseok takes you one of the bars in the resort.

He tells you about a time he and Jin were cornered by photographers on the way out from a club. ‘And then, Jin had organised for the girls to be picked up first, but they took them to the wrong hotel. And so it ended up being just me and him.’

You laugh. ‘Pop star life.’

‘He used to spend any time off he had going back home,’ Hoseok tells you.

This is news to you. You’d never run into Jin bar that one night five years ago. You guess his family were pretty good at keeping his visits under the radar.

‘He told me about you, once,’ Hoseok says.

You’re curious despite yourself. ‘Oh yeah? What did he say?’

‘When I met Jin he was training for his debut. He was always focused, a hard worker. He used to carry a picture of you in his wallet, and one day I asked about it.’

‘Jin didn’t have any pictures of me,’ you say, confused.

‘You were wearing bunny ears, it looked like a funfair,’ Hoseok says.

It comes back to you then. On one of your first dates Jin had taken you to a winter carnival. He’d won you a stuffed bunny at a shooting game, and you’d promptly won him a bigger one hooking a duck.

‘He used to say he was working so hard because he was doing it for you.’

You stare at Hoseok, not sure what to believe. ‘He left, and he didn’t get in touch until a few months ago,’ you say. ‘I guess he got over it.’

Hoseok sips his drink. ‘He was in a bad way a few years ago. It was after one of his trips back home, he said he’d seen you.’

‘Yeah,’ you say.

‘I’ve never seen anything or anyone have as much of an effect on Jin as you.’

You run a hand through your hair, frustrated. ‘What are you trying to say, Hoseok? Jin left us. If he wanted to see us, he could have got in touch anytime.’

‘All I’m saying is that Jin’s one of my closest friends. I want him to be happy, and he seems to be happy spending time with Reiha.’ Hoseok takes another sip of his drink. ‘And you.’

You blink back the tears suddenly filling your eyes. ‘He’s happy spending time with Reiha,’ you agree.

Hoseok puts his hand on your arm, and his eyes are kind. ‘And you,’ he repeats.

‘Why did you ask me how I knew Jin, if you knew?’ you ask.

Hoseok gives you a smile that’s pure mischief. ‘Just wanted to see what he’d say.’

***

It’s been a few weeks since you got back from holiday, and things have ramped up as it’s close to Christmas.

You’re watching Reiha play hockey whilst trying to make sure your calendar is updated, when a shadow appears over you.

You look up to see Jin holding out a coffee.

‘We could be more tactical about this,’ you say, thoughtfully, accepting the coffee. ‘If we alternated one of us could have a lie-in on a Saturday.’

‘But we wouldn’t be able to spend time together then,’ Jin says, smiling at you brightly.

‘That’s a hard ‘no’ from me,’ you mutter, pulling up yet another email from Reiha’s school.

Jin puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

‘I see you haven’t upped your game since high school,’ you complain, leaning away.

Jin just laughs. ‘I had enough game to date the prettiest girl in the school.’

‘What? You had another girlfriend? Two-timing son of a bitch,’ you complain.

Jin pinches your cheek gently. ‘You were the prettiest girl in school. No one else even compared.’

You frown up at him. ‘Look where all that flirting got us, Kim Seokjin.’

‘It got us Reiha,’ Jin says. ‘And you’re still the prettiest girl in the school.’

‘Ugh. How does Chaeyoung put up with you?’ you ask.

‘We broke up.’

You look up at Jin, more than a little surprised. ‘You seemed fine when we went on holiday.’

Jin looks out at the hockey pitch. ‘My priorities changed.’

‘I’m sorry,’ you tell him.

‘Don’t be. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,’ Jin replies.

You’re quiet a moment.

‘Whilst you’re here, can I show you all these upcoming events at Reiha’s school, in case you want to attend any of them?’

Jin lifts the sunglasses he’s taken to wearing since he saw you wearing them and peers at the screen.

‘Sign me up for all of them,’ he says, waving a hand airily.

‘I’m not your secretary, Jin. I’ll send you a copy of my calendar and I’ll tell the school to add you to the mailing list.’

Jin frowns at the calendar. ‘You look sexy in a bikini,’ he says.

It’s so unrelated to what you’ve been taking about that it takes you a moment to regroup.

You ignore him.

‘I can buy you more bikinis,’ he offers.

‘I don’t need your money, Seokjin,’ you say, under your breath. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his lips moving as he mimics you.

You toss your sunglasses at him. He catches them without even blinking.

‘Looks like we have parents evening next week,’ he says, sounding completely serious.

‘Do you need a security detail to go with you?’ you ask, mocking.

To your disbelief, he almost seems to be thinking about it.

‘Better send out the NDAs now,’ you say.

Jin’s lips quiver. He looks like he’s trying to suppress a laugh.

‘Should we take separate cars? I can distract the paparazzi,’ you offer.

Jin tosses your sunglasses back at you, and you put them on, smirking to yourself.

‘You should wear a disguise,’ you say.

‘Shut up,’ Jin says.

***

You wave goodbye to Reiha and the teenager from next door who’s babysitting her and get into Jin’s car.

He reverses out of your driveway.

‘This is kind of like our first date,’ he says, glancing in the rearview mirror at you.

‘The only difference is, I’m on birth control now,’ you say, jokingly.

Jin almost looks proud. ‘The condom only split that one time,’ he says.

You’re appalled. ‘Do you think that’s some sort of testament to your virility? Oh my god, you do.’

You cover your face. ‘This is embarrassing. You’re a grown man, Jin.’

‘I’m grown,’ Jin says, suggestively.

‘Yeah, Chaeyoung told me all about it,’ you mutter.

‘What did she tell you?’ Jin asks. He sounds more curious than upset.

‘Nothing. She actually thought you were a romantic. She said you took her to Paris for an anniversary.’

Jin’s quiet, signalling to turn. ‘I’ll take you wherever you want.’

‘At this point I’d settle for you doing a Saturday so I can get some goddamned sleep,’ you say, yawning.

Jin looks at you, sympathetic. ‘You do look pretty tired.’

‘It’s been worse,’ you say. ‘Christmas is always tiring.’

‘How’s Yoongi?’ Jin asks, pulling into a space in front of the school. ‘Have you dumped him yet?’

You laugh. ‘He’s fine. He’s away for Christmas.’

‘I’m glad,’ Jin says. He shuts off the engine. ‘I don’t want to share you and Reiha over the holidays.’

‘I’m going to have to see my parents at some point,’ you say, falling into step beside him.

‘I’ll take you. I need to see them anyway.’

You look up at Jin. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah,’ Jin says.

You look at him thoughtfully.

‘Jin. Can you take those sunglasses off. They actually make you stand out more. And it’s like 8pm.’

‘Ok,’ says Jin, grimly. ‘But just remember you’re responsible for protecting me.’

***

Jin’s not wrong in that his appearance at the parents’ meeting does cause a bit of a stir. His good looks would get him attention anyway, but he’s also got an innate presence that makes heads turn.

You’re sitting in front of Reiha’s teacher, Mr Kim, an intense looking man with a gorgeous smile.

‘She’s doing great. I’ve got no concerns,’ he says. ‘She participates in class and she’s confident and she helps others. Was there anything you were concerned about?’

‘Not particularly,’ you say. You look to Jin. ‘Did you have any questions, Jin?’

Jin’s looking through a poem Reiha’s written. ‘She’s so creative,’ he says, proudly.

‘She is,’ Mr Kim agrees. ‘She’s a good writer.’

‘Thanks very much, Mr Kim,’ you say, getting up.

‘Ah, call me Taehyung,’ he says, smiling at you. He puts out his hand for you to shake and you smile back at him.

Jin nudges you as you wait in line to speak to the hockey coach. ‘What was that?’ he asks.

‘What was what?’ you ask, offering him gum from your bag.

Jin accepts. ‘Oooo thank you very much Mr Kim, sir,’ he says, putting a simper in his tone.

You burst out laughing. ‘I didn’t call him sir!’

‘You can call me sir,’ Jin says, not missing a beat.

‘You’re disgusting,’ you say, sternly. ‘This is a parents’ meeting.’

Jin chews his gum obnoxiously, and you regret offering him any.

‘Did I ever make you cum?’ he asks.

‘Stop embarrassing us,’ you hiss. ‘Lower your voice.’

Jin’s counting on his fingers, and you’re staring at the ground, wishing for a black hole to appear and swallow you down. Or him.

‘Five,’ he says.

‘Five what?’ you ask, furious.

‘That hotel room, five years ago. I made you cum five times.’

You laugh loudly. ‘Hahaha,’ you say, trying to drown him out.

‘With my mouth, with my fingers, with my mouth again, then twice on my cock.’

To shut him up, you say, ‘Think how many more times you could have made me cum if you hadn’t dumped me.’

Jin turns to you. ‘It’s the biggest regret of my life, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.’

You wait together in silence until it’s your turn to be seen.

***

Yoongi’s back from his trip, and you can’t wait to see him. You’re checking how your ass looks in the new lingerie you bought to surprise him when there’s a knock at your door and it opens.

Jin stares at you. ‘Holy fuck,’ he breathes.

You cover yourself with your hands, scurrying for your clothes. ‘Fuck! Don’t you knock? Where’s Reiha?’

‘She’s – fuck!’ Jin stops and looks at the ground to stop his eyes from roaming over your body.

‘Fuck!’ you echo.

‘I knocked,’ Jin says, holding up his hands defensively as you slip a t-shirt over your head and throw a pillow at him.

‘You don’t just knock and come in,’ you argue, throwing another pillow at him.

Jin takes two steps into the room and grabs your hands. ‘Stop throwing things at me!’

You wriggle in his grasp, and Jin licks his lips as he looks down at you.

‘What I wouldn’t give –’ he stops, and starts again. ‘What wouldn’t I give to bury my face –’

You stop wriggling. ‘Stop, Jin,’ you say. ‘Please, stop.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. He lets go of your wrists. ‘Fuck, I’m sorry, baby.’

‘I’m not your baby,’ you say. There’s a feeling in your chest that’s dangerously close to hope, and you can’t do this with Jin again.

You can’t.

‘Get out of the room, Jin,’ you tell him, voice flat.

‘I’m sorry, Y/N,’ he says. He turns and leaves the room.

***

Yoongi’s a perceptive man. He touches your arm.

‘What’s on your mind?’ he asks.

‘Just people,’ you tell him. You turn into his chest. ‘My ex.’

Yoongi drops his chin onto your head. ‘What’s he done?’ he asks.

‘He broke up with his girlfriend and since then he’s been acting like he wants us to get back together.’

‘Is that what you want?’ Yoongi asks.

‘No. How could I ever trust him again after what he did?’ you say. ‘I can’t do that to myself again.’

‘Want me to have a word with him?’ Yoongi offers.

You’ve never had a man volunteer to stand up for you before.

You look up at Yoongi. ‘No, but thank you. I’m pretty good at fixing my own problems.’

Yoongi nods. ‘I know you are. I’m here, though, and I’d love to help you, with anything.’

‘I know what you can help me with,’ you say.

Yoongi laughs, low. You can feel the rumble in his chest.

‘Yeah?’ he asks.

‘Got some new lingerie for you,’ you tell him.

Yoongi nuzzles your neck. ‘Let me see,’ he murmurs, lips ghosting the skin of your neck, making you shiver.

‘Help me get this off,’ you tell him.

Yoongi obliges, because he’s good like that.

***

Sometimes you can’t tell what Yoongi’s thinking. You’ve been dating on and off for months now, periods of seeing each other interspersed by periods of radio silence. He travels, but he also spends a lot of time in the studio and sometimes his and your schedules are incompatible.

He knows about Reiha, and about Seokjin, your famous ex-boyfriend, and the situation you’ve found yourself in.

You think he likes you. He seems to be attracted to you, and he’s pretty damn good at making sure you enjoy yourself as much as he seems to when you’re in bed together.

Reiha and Seokjin are spending the weekend together, she’d gone over on Friday night, and he’s dropping her off on Sunday morning.

He’s quiet tonight, seemingly lost in thought. He hasn’t said much since you had sex, you’re wondering if you should make yourself scarce. Maybe you’ve outstayed your welcome, you’ve never really stayed more than a night before.

‘Hey,’ you say, gently touching his shoulder. ‘I should get out of here. Can I do anything for you before I go?’

‘Nah,’ he says. ‘I’ve got a few things I need to work on.’

His acknowledgement that you should go stings a little, but you’re glad he’s being honest about it.

‘Sure, no worries. You can just tell me to go, you know.’ You smile and pick up your bag. Thankfully you’d gotten dressed after you’d had sex, so there’s no awkward fumbling with clothes.

You drive home, and once you’ve parked you look at your darkened house. The idea of going in to emptiness, with Reiha gone, doesn’t really appeal to you.

You pick up your phone and call Jin. He answers in the first few rings.

He sounds pleased to hear from you. ‘Hey! Just checking in on us?’

‘Yeah,’ you say, hoping your voice sounds normal. ‘Can I come over?’

‘Of course,’ he says, immediately. ‘I’m making hot chocolate, I guess I can make you some too.’

‘Great,’ you say. ‘I’m on my way.’

‘Drive safe,’ he says. ‘See you soon.’

***

You arrive to Reiha and Jin drinking hot chocolate in Jin’s huge kitchen, listening to a podcast about mindfulness.

As soon as you get in, Jin grabs you in a hug. He holds you for a moment, looking down at you. ‘Hey, are you ok?’

He’d known you were meant to be with Yoongi this weekend.

You force a smile. ‘Yeah, of course.’ You turn away to give Reiha a hug. ‘Didn’t want to miss the hot chocolate.’

Jin doesn’t look like he’s convinced, but he plays along when you swipe his hot chocolate, complaining to Reiha about you. Reiha, your loyal daughter, defends you until he buys her off with extra marshmallows.

It’s a scene you never thought you’d experience, your daughter and her father ganging up on you over hot chocolate on a Saturday night.

You’re still too scared to accept that this happiness is your present, let alone your future.

After Reiha goes to bed in the huge room Jin’s had decorated for her, you’re loading the dishwasher when you hear Jin come back in the room.

‘Drink?’ he asks.

You turn around and realise he’s holding up a bottle of wine and two glasses.

‘Yeah, I could use one,’ you sigh.

He waits until you’ve taken your first few mouthfuls before he says, ‘What’s wrong? Did something happen with Yoongi?’

You try to force another smile but it doesn’t come. ‘He was busy,’ you tell Jin.

‘He’s an idiot,’ Jin says, decisively. ‘I’d never be too busy –’ He breaks off.

The laugh that comes out of you is more bitter than you’d like it to be.

‘You’d never be too busy for me?’ you ask, completing his sentence. ‘But you were, Jin.’

Jin’s getting up from his seat, coming around his kitchen island to you.

He stops in front of you. ‘I can’t change what I did. All I can do is try and show you that I’ve changed. I’m not the same person who left you.’

You can barely look at him. ‘What’s the catch, Jin? You can’t walk in here after eleven years and just expect us to all play happy families for the rest of our lives.’

‘There’s no catch,’ Jin says, resolute. ‘I promise you, I’m not going to leave you again.’

‘Jin, I-‘

Your words trail off when you realise he’s leaning down to you. His hand lands on the small of your back, and his lips stop a whisper away from yours.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he asks.

You close your eyes and give in. The kiss is so sweet you can feel tears pricking your eyelids. This is the Jin you fell in love with as a teenager, this is the Jin you’ve been in love with all these years.

He has so much power over you, it’s devastating.

Jin’s kissing you slowly, languidly, like he has nothing but time for you. You part your lips first, and his tongue licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His hard chest presses against yours, the friction making your nipples peak. His hand’s still on the small of your back, fingers splayed, thumb rubbing circles against you.

‘Jin,’ you breathe when your lips part.

‘Yeah?’ he asks. He’s looking at you, lips swollen from your kisses, and he’s so beautiful you almost can’t believe he’s real.

Jin doesn’t wait for you to answer his question. He’s already dipping his head down to kiss you again, dragging his lips over yours, pulling your hips against his, showing you how hard he is for you.

‘Come to bed,’ he says. He takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom.

***

It feels like you’ve been kissing Jin for hours, sweaty and breathless, limbs tangled. He’s stroking you over your panties, the pressure of his fingers relentless, drawing gasps from you. You rock your hips against his hand, trying to get more because he’s not giving you enough.

Jin nibbles your lower lip, distracting you just enough that it takes you a moment to notice he’s tugged your panties aside. He strokes over your clit, then slides two of his fingers inside you.

‘So wet,’ he marvels. ‘Your little pussy’s squeezing my fingers so tight.’

His thumb presses over your clit, and you cry out his name.

You look down at his fingers buried inside you, the way his forearm’s flexing as he thumbs your clit and the sight is so erotic you moan into Jin’s mouth.

‘Feel good, baby?’ Jin asks. He mouths at your breast over your lacy bra, tonguing your nipple, and you cry out again as you cum over his fingers. Jin fucks you harder, licking at your nipple until you put your hand against his arm.

He slows his pace but doesn’t remove his fingers. ‘I want to stay buried in this pussy forever,’ he grunts.

You clench around him involuntarily, and Jin hums his approval. ‘I think you want me to stay buried inside you, don’t you?’ he asks.

He sits up. ‘Panties off,’ he says. You lift your hips so he can tug your panties down.

Jin pushes your legs apart and plants a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your cunt. His tongue laps at your clit, and you keen.

‘Your clit’s so swollen,’ he tells you. ‘Your pussy tastes so good, baby.’

He holds you open, thumbs parting your lips so he can lick inside of you.

‘Jin,’ you moan.

‘Fuck,’ he groans. ‘So good.’ His face is deep between your legs, nose against your clit, his lips and tongue pressed against you, devouring you.

He reaches up to squeeze your breast, pinching at your nipple. He pushes his fingers inside you, stroking, scissoring, and your hips buck into his face.

You cry out his name again, and Jin fucks you harder. He wants to make you cum again on his fingers and tongue.

‘You want my cock baby?’ he asks, breathless. ‘I’m so fucking hard for you it hurts.’

Jin noses your clit again and again, tongue lapping at you, fingers thrusting. You pinch your own nipples, and Jin groans again. ‘Good girl.’

You can feel the pleasure spiralling again, tighter and tigher until Jin curls his fingers inside you and you cum again, gushing all over him.

Jin licks up your cum until you’re panting, boneless on the bed.

‘You can give me one more,’ he tells you. He curls a hand around his cock, so hard it looks painful.

You turn over onto your front and lift your ass in the air for him. You turn your head just in time to see Jin squeezing the head of his cock.

‘Fuck,’ he says, and there’s a wry smile on his face. ‘I nearly just came right there and then. This ass. Fuck.’

You wriggle your hips, and Jin slaps your ass.

The head of his cock breaches you, and you moan at the stretch.

‘So tight,’ Jin hisses. He pushes in, inch by exquisite inch, and by the time he’s fully inside you, you’re beyond words.

He stays like that, unmoving, letting you adjust to him.

You arch your back. ‘Jin,’ you whine.

‘Want more? Greedy,’ Jin says, but he sounds pretty smug about it.

He waits a moment more, and you know it’s only because you’re getting more desperate for him to move by the second.

If there’s one thing Jin knows how to do, it’s how to make you wait for him.

You bury your face in his pillow so that he can’t hear you groaning in frustration.

Finally, you push up on the bed and twist your torso towards him. ‘Jin, baby, please,’ you say, leaning back against his chest. You press your lips to the beautiful column of his neck, and he curls an arm around the front of your pelvis, holding you against him.

‘Turn around, I want to see your face,’ Jin tells you.

The intimacy of his weight on you, his cock inside you, his face next to yours, is almost unbearable. You’re looking at the hollow between his collarbones when he says, ‘Hey. Look at me when I’m fucking you. ‘

Your eyes snap to his, and he’s smirking at you.

‘I can’t stand you,’ you tell him. Jin just laughs.

‘Don’t lie to me when I’m balls deep inside you,’ he tells you, voice like velvet. ‘You’ve been squeezing me non-stop since I got inside you. You’re so wet.’ He punctuates his words with a thrust.

‘You think you hate me, but your body knows better, baby.’

Jin rocks his hips against yours, smooth, slow. You tilt your pelvis, meeting him thrust for thrust, and finally, you see his control begin to break.

‘Need you to fuck me hard, Jin,’ you murmur. ‘I wanna cum on this cock.’

Jin sucks in a breath, and you nibble his ear.

‘I want it, Jin,’ you tell him. ‘Give it to me.’

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Jin says, picking up the pace. ‘I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll fucking give it.’

You press your lips to the sensitive skin of his neck and suck, hard, making a bruise bloom.

Jin moans, and he sounds so beautiful you suck another hickey into his skin just to hear it again.

Jin’s hand slips down between your bodies to thumb your clit. You press your fingers over his to help, letting the tension build until you’re cumming, pulsing around his cock.

Jin’s almost unintelligible now, a litany of fucks slipping from his lips. He slows right before he cums, calling your name. His lips find yours, and you kiss again and again, trying to stay together even when he softens and slips from you.

When you next open your eyes, you’re curled up against Jin’s chest. His arm is sleep-heavy, weighting you down. One of his legs is thrown over your hips, and his cock is warm against your thigh.

You realise by his breathing that he’s awake, looking down at you, eyes bright.

‘Jesus. You’re so clingy,’ you say, but you make no move to get away.

Jin pulls you closer. ‘I’ve been watching you sleep. Like a stalker. And trust me, I know all about those.’

You stretch under him. ‘You’re so much more tolerable when you’re fucking me,’ you tell him.

Jin nods. ‘You too,’ he agrees, smirking at you. ‘You’re so much less prickly after you cum a few times.’

‘What time is it? We should check on Reiha,’ you say, sleepily looking around for the time.

‘I’ve already checked. She’s fine. She slept through that racket you made,’ Jin tells you.

You nudge his cock, which is getting harder and more insistent by the second, growing against your hip. ‘Get this thing away from me.’

‘I’m gonna give it to you in a second,’ Jin promises. ‘If you’re good.’

His hand’s already sliding across your hips, turning you on your side to face him. He’s already hard enough that he’s inside you with the slightest push of his hips. You’ve only just woken up, but the slide feels good, lubricated by his cum, the stretch exquisite. A few thrusts and you’re slick enough for him to move faster.

Jin pulls your leg over his hips to thrust harder against you. This time isn’t as frantic as the last time, the urgency building slower. He kisses your breasts, licking at your nipples, blowing on them until you’re whining, arching back against him.

‘You look so pretty,’ Jin tells you. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his brow and on his bare chest, and you think he’s the pretty one.

‘You’re so pretty when you let me love you,’ he tells you.

His words make you freeze, stiffening up enough that he notices. ‘Are you ok?’ he asks, trying to get you to look at him.

You’re rallying past the sudden pang in your chest. ‘Yeah,’ you lie. ‘You’re just irritating me.’

Jin pulls out of you. ‘I love you,’ he says.

You’d be a fool to believe him, you remind yourself.

You sit up, turning away from him. ‘Don’t make it more than it is, Jin.’

Jin’s grabbing your shoulder. ‘You don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know.’

‘How am I supposed to believe you, Jin?’

Jin turns your face to his. ‘I’m working on it, Y/N.’ He gets up and holds out a hand.

‘Come on. Let’s go watch the sunrise. I’ll make you a coffee.’

You look up at him and back at the bed.

Jin laughs. ‘I’ll make pancakes when Reiha wakes up and you can have a lie-in then.’

Jin brings you a mug of coffee as you curl up in the huge sofa overlooking the floor to ceiling glass windows of his kitchen.

He sits next to you and brushes your hair away from your face. ‘I could do this with you for the rest of my life,’ he says.

You swallow down the snappy comeback that automatically comes to your lips, and instead lean your head on his shoulder, letting him hold you as you watch the first rays of the sun light the horizon.

***

You look at the riot of flowers that’s taken over your office in disbelief.

It’s your birthday, but you haven’t told anyone.

Certainly not – ‘Jin and…. Min Yoongi,’ reads Eun-Woo, your secretary, looking through the cards.

You’d expect this kind of craziness from Jin, if he ever remembered your birthday, but not Yoongi.

The last time you saw Yoongi you were leaving his house a rejected mess.

‘Can I see the card from Min Yoongi, please?’ you ask, holding out your hand.

Eun-Woo hands you the card. It’s typically brief, and so typically Yoongi you smile.

Y/N,

Happy birthday. I’m sorry for being a dick. Can I call you?

Yours,

Yoongi

‘Min Yoongi sent the peonies,’ Eun-Woo tells you, helpfully.

‘Christ. They’re all fucking peonies,’ you say.

Eun-Woo hands you another card. ‘This is the card from Jin.’

You tear the card open.

Baby,

I love you. I’m going to pick you up after work with Reiha so you can take all these flowers home with you. Dinner tonight?

Love Jin

P.S: Reiha said you liked peonies, so it’s all on her if you don’t.

‘How romantic,’ sighs Eun-Woo, reading over your shoulder. ‘He’s so handsome, too.’

You sigh, irritated. ‘Do you like peonies, Eun-Woo? Take as many as you want, and you can ask anyone else if they’d like some too.’

‘I couldn’t,’ says Eun-Woo, scandalised. ‘They’re for you, from your husband.’

‘I’m not married,’ you remind her, waving your ringless ring finger. ‘Especially not to either of these buffoons.’

Eun-Woo sighs, dreamily. ‘I’d love to have two gorgeous men fighting over me.’

‘How do you know they’re gorgeous. And they’re not fighting over me,’ you say irritably.

‘Min Yoongi’s that music producer isn’t he? And everyone knows Kim Seokjin. He came to your office the other day.’

You rub at your temples, willing away the headache that’s about to bloom.

‘Take as many flowers as you want,’ you tell Eun-Woo again. ‘I’m getting back to work.’

***

Jin steps out of the car to open the door for you.

‘Happy birthday, baby,’ he says. You’re not sure when he started calling you baby, but it seems so natural now you barely notice it. ‘Reiha got her period today.’

You get in the car, turning around to look at Reiha. ‘Hey, baby. Are you ok?’

Reiha nods. ‘Dad helped me.’

When she turned eleven, you gave Reiha a period pack to put in her backpack for school, with a selection of period underwear, pads and tampons.

‘Dad helped you?’ you ask, looking over at Jin.

‘Yeah,’ Reiha says. ‘He helped me pick out what to use.’

You’re surprised, to say the least.

Jin says, ‘I googled it.’

You send kind thoughts to the secret service agent monitoring Jin’s search history.

‘I’m kidding. I’m a grown man, I know how periods work.’ Jin looks offended that you’d ever think otherwise of him.

Reiha holds up the hot water bottle she’s been clutching. ‘This helps.’

‘Thanks,’ you say to Jin. You wouldn’t have picked Jin as the best person to help a pre-teen girl with her period, but he seems to have done well, judging by Reiha’s reaction.

‘I’m her dad,’ Jin says.

You wait for the punchline, but all Jin does is start the engine and start driving you in the direction of home.

You end up ordering in as Reiha’s not feeling up to going out. You watch a movie and cut a cake Jin’s picked up. You let Jin carry all the flowers into the house, including the dozens of peonies Yoongi sent you.

It’s one of the best birthdays you’ve ever had.

***

‘So are you coming?’ Jin asks casually, strolling into your kitchen and stealing a carrot stick before you can stop him.

‘To your funeral?’ you ask, wanting to clarify. ‘If I have nothing better to do.’

Jin steals another carrot stick. ‘To the awards ceremony. I’ve been nominated for one.’

‘Good for you,’ you say dryly. ‘I guess you’re good for something after all.’

Jin pretends to be hurt, clutching his chest dramatically.

‘You’d appreciate my voice if you weren’t so busy screaming for me when we’re in bed together,’ Jin says, huffily.

‘I do scream for you,’ you agree, sultry. You walk up to him, so close your breasts press against him.

Jin looks down at you, his gaze darkening.

‘Stop stealing the fucking carrots, Jin.’

You cup a hand around his cock and squeeze.

Jin licks his lips.

You break apart guiltily when Reiha strolls in.

‘Gross,’ she says, indifferent.

Once she’s strolled out again, Jin says, ‘Where was I? Oh yeah, I was just saying you can scream for me another way, if you come with me to the awards.’

‘Is that why you left the invitation out?’ you muse.

‘I should have known it was too subtle,’ Jin grumbles.

‘I’ll go,’ you decide. ‘If you sort the babysitter.’

‘Done,’ says Jin. ‘I’ve already called her.’

He filches a handful of carrot sticks and walks out. ‘Yeri’s having a bunch of dresses sent over for you. I’m wearing black and white, if you wanted to match.’

***

You aren’t used to having your hair and makeup done, but Jin is. He sits in a chair in one of his spare bedrooms, perfectly at ease, joking with the small army of people swirling around him as he gets ready for the awards show.

He’s up for an award for a song he recorded for a movie, a ballad that suits his voice perfectly.

You, on the other hand, are getting more and more anxious about it as time ticks on.

You can barely look yourself in the mirror, forcing a smile as the makeup artist compliments your skin. After your hair is styled, you leave the room to hide in the bathroom.

You stare at the clock on the wall, wondering if it’s too late to develop a stomach bug. Or to fake your own death.

There’s a knock on the door.

‘Baby?’ Jin calls. As usual, he doesn’t wait for you to answer, opening the door that you thought you’d locked.

‘I’m dying,’ you tell him, trying to sound pitiful.

Jin just laughs. ‘You’re the strongest person I know.’ He holds out a hand to you. ‘Come on, let’s get dressed together. I kicked everyone out.’

He really has. You walk with him to his now deserted room. ‘I’ll help you with your zipper,’ Jin says, waggling his brows suggestively.

You’re so busy trying to disentangle your slinky dress from its hanger that you don’t notice Jin is completely nude.

He smirks at you as your eyes drop to his cock. ‘Like what you see?’ he asks, curling his fingers around himself, pumping his cock, once, twice.

You ignore him and start unbuttoning your oversized shirt.

You step into the shimmery dress you picked out, and you feel Jin’s hands on your back. He’s gentle as he helps you with the zipper.

By the time you’ve had one last look in the mirror, Jin’s ready.

God, he’s handsome. His skin is buffed to perfection, his hair beautifully coiffed, and the tux he’s picked out sets off the breadth of his shoulders, the trimness of his waist, his height, perfectly.

‘You look beautiful,’ he tells you. He seems perfectly sincere, and so you respond in kind.

‘Thank you, Jin.’

‘Let’s go, baby,’ Jin says, holding out his arm, and you take it.

***

The awards show is less nerve-wracking than you expected. Jin skips the red carpet completely, a kindness you hadn’t been expecting.

He keeps his arm around you, anchoring you as he chats to various people he knows. Between his steady presence and the glass of champagne he handed you, by the time you get to your table you’re practically relaxed.

Jin leans over to you. ‘You ok, baby?’ he asks. He waits until you look at him.

‘I’m ok,’ you reply.

He pours you another glass of wine. ‘I can’t wait until we get home,’ he tells you.

‘Do you think you’ll win?’ you ask.

‘I’ve done a bit of campaigning for it,’ Jin replies. ‘Probably not enough.’ He looks up as someone approaches your table.

‘Donghyun,’ Jin says, warmly, getting up to embrace him.

You look up at Donghyun. You’d known you were likely to see him tonight, but you’re not prepared for the rush of emotions you feel as you come face to face with the man who bought you a house to keep you away from Jin.

His face is neutral, in fact, he smiles as he greets you. You reply politely, mechanically, taking another gulp of your wine as Donghyun joins your table and talks to Jin.

As Jin’s category comes up, he reaches over to hold your hand.

‘Good luck,’ you whisper.

‘I don’t need luck,’ Jin says, and the smile he gives you is pure confidence, partly for the cameras, but mostly because he’s Jin.

When he wins, he lifts your hand to kiss it, smiling at you before turning to accept congratulations from Donghyun. It’s an unusually public show of affection for Jin, a clear indicator to all the cameras focused on him of your togetherness. You see Donghyun looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

As Jin goes up to accept his award, Donghyun moves into Jin’s seat.

‘Are you prepared for everything about you to become public knowledge? You’re the one going to be laid bare here. You’re the one who’ll come off like a desperate fan who had Jin’s baby and now won’t leave him alone. Is that what you want for yourself? And your daughter?’

He speaks quietly, emphatically, and his words make you feel like you’ve been doused in freezing water. You’re so shocked you don’t reply, but he doesn’t seem like he’s waiting for one.

You don’t know how you get through the rest of the ceremony. Jin’s surrounded by well-wishers, fellow celebrities keen to congratulate him, and he’s swept away for press interviews and photographs.

You head away from the throngs of people, stepping outside the building, trying to gather your scattered thoughts.

Someone takes your arm, and you look up distractedly to see Min Yoongi.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, relief in your voice.

Yoongi looks at you carefully, then he’s leading you to a corner of the building, slipping his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders. He puts an arm around you and squeezes, briefly, and you lean into his touch.

‘He’ll probably be done soon,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?’

You’re starting to calm now, soothed by Yoongi’s presence.

‘Apparently I’m a desperate fan who won’t leave Jin alone,’ you say, smiling wryly at Yoongi.

Yoongi’s bark of laughter makes you feel instantly better. ‘Who told you that?’ he asks.

‘His manager. He bought me a house back before Jin made it big, told me he hoped I wouldn’t have a reason to get in touch with Jin again.’

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. ‘Fuck that. I can’t believe the shit you’ve been through.’

‘I have Reiha,’ you say.

Yoongi looks at you, and there’s affection in his eyes. ‘She’s lucky to have you.’

He gives you a crooked smile. ‘I was lucky to have you.’

‘God, so many flowers,’ you say, teasing.

‘I’m capable of a grand gesture. From time to time,’ Yoongi replies.

‘Thank you, Yoongi.’ You squeeze his hand.

Yoongi looks at your intertwined fingers then covers your hand with his other one, briefly.

‘Come on. He’ll be done now.’

You feel much stronger coming back in on Yoongi’s arm. He takes you through the crowded room and you see the relief on Jin’s face as he spots you.

He makes his way to you quickly, weaving through the crowd. He nods to Yoongi.

‘Don’t lose her again,’ Yoongi tells him.

You grab Yoongi’s arm as he turns to leave. ‘Will I see you?’

Yoongi flashes a smile at you. ‘Don’t worry. I’m around. I’ll probably be working with your husband, actually.’

‘He’s not my –’ you start, but you trail off at the look Yoongi gives you.

You’re still watching him go when Jin takes your arm. ‘Let’s go, baby.’

In the car, Jin turns to you.

‘Did Donghyun say something to you?’ he asks.

You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions.

‘What did he say?’ asks Jin. His voice is so gentle you find you want to tell him.

‘Did you know that you bought me the house we’re living in now?’ you ask.

His expression tells you he didn’t.

‘It was when Reiha was young, maybe 2 or 3. Childcare was expensive, my parents were helping out a lot, and I’d only just graduated. I wasn’t earning a lot. My dad had a stroke, and he had months of rehab ahead of him. My mom had to look after him, so I moved them in with us.’

You stop, because talking about it is making you remember how desperate you’d been.

‘It was so hard, Jin.’

Jin’s hand is stroking your arm. You aren’t sure it he’s aware he’s doing it. He’s looking at you so intently it gives you the courage to continue.

‘I went to visit your brother, and he gave me Donghyun’s number. I thought it was yours. So I called and he wanted to meet up.’

You stop again, and swallow. You’re still so ashamed of how you’d had to ask him for help when he’d wanted nothing to do with you.

Jin’s jaw is tense now, clenched, and you cover your face. ‘Fuck.’

‘Tell me,’ he says. He’s still touching you, hand warm on your arm.

‘He said he’d buy me a house, and that he expected I wouldn’t need to contact you for any more help.’

Jin huffs out a breath at that.

Now that you’ve said it, the words are pouring out of you.

‘It was pretty fucking desperate times, Jin.’

‘What did he say at the show?’ Jin asks.

‘He just asked if I was ready to be raked over the coals for being a ‘desperate fan’ who let you knock me up and now won’t leave you alone.’

You laugh, but there’s no humour in it.

‘He’s pretty good at looking out for you, Jin.’

‘I didn’t know you’d tried to contact me,’ he tells you. ‘If I’d known, it would have been different, I promise you.’

He pulls you into his arms. ‘How big is your heart that you’d even consider forgiving me after everything I put you through?’

You don’t have an answer for him, don’t have anything else to say.

Jin drives you home and parks outside your house. ‘I’m not coming in yet. I’ve got to speak to Donghyun,’ he says.

He’s still in his tux, his award sitting in the cupholder between you. He sees you looking at it.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say. ‘Fuck, I’ve ruined your night.’

Jin picks up his award and passes it to you. ‘Take this. You can do anything you want to it. Drop it in the trash if you want. It’s yours. Everything I have is yours, and I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to ask for anything. There’s no pride between us, not when you’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.’

He looks at you intently. ‘I’m sorry that I ever made you feel I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted. It’s all fucking yours, baby. I did it all for you.’

Jin’s got so much sadness in his eyes you lean forward and kiss him. He sighs into the kiss, lips melting into yours for a moment before he pulls away.

‘I’ve got to go, baby.’

You have no idea where you go from here.

You get out of the car and walk up to your house. Jin waits until you turn and wave before driving off. You unlock the door, and go to Reiha, and let her excited questions and squeals pull you out of the sadness of your past and into the practicalities of your present.

***

You wake up slowly, to the familiar sound of your coffee machine and Reiha chattering.

You blink, hope blooming in your chest.

You’re up and heading downstairs before you’re fully awake.

Reiha’s in the kitchen, talking excitedly to Jin. He’s still wearing his tux, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he looks as though he hasn’t slept.

He’s beautiful.

He gives you a crooked smile.

‘Hard night?’ you ask, but you’re already walking up to him. His arms around you feel like you’re coming home. You press a kiss onto his chest.

‘I think I fuc—messed up the pancake mix,’ he tells you, ruefully.

‘Why don’t you have a shower,’ you suggest. ‘I got this.’

Jin nods, running a hand through his hair. ‘Breakfast in bed?’ he suggests.

Reiha pipes up, and you realise she’s behind Jin, hugging him too. You pull her in between you.

‘Sure, but don’t get used to it,’ you say.

Jin kisses the top of your head. ‘Afternoon quickie whilst Reiha’s at piano?’ he suggests.

‘You’re pushing it,’ you say, but there’s a smile on your face.

***

You’re at your office when Jin calls.

‘I’m outside, can I come up?’

‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Is everything ok?’

‘I’ll explain when I come up,’ Jin says.

Jin’s eyes drop to your pencil skirt when he reaches your office.

‘God, your ass looks good in this,’ he tells you, approvingly. ‘Like –’ He makes a cupping motion with his hand, and you take a quick step back.

‘Was this just a sexual harassment visit, Jin?’ you ask.

He shakes his head. ‘Not just –’ He grins, but his heart’s not in it. ‘You’d better sit down.’

‘Remember that awards show we went to together?’ he starts.

‘You mean, over the weekend?’ you ask dryly.

‘The press have been digging into your past, and mine,’ he says. ‘It’s about to blow up.’

He brings it up on his phone, and you blanch at the pictures of you and Jin at the awards show, and the picture of you and Yoongi outside the building the same night.

‘What hell is this?’ you ask.

‘They’ve contacted my team for a statement.’

‘What are you going to say?’ you ask.

Jin shrugs. ‘I’ll just tell them the truth. That I’m irresistible and you’re enthralled by me.’

‘So many big words,’ you tease.

Jin smiles. ‘I just want you to be prepared. They’ll probably try to find you at some point.’

‘And Reiha?’ you ask, concerned.

‘I’ve contacted the school to warn them, they’ve got a good handle on the situation,’ Jin says.

‘Look at you, like a proper dad.’

Jin sighs. ‘I wish I could still get off to being called daddy.’

‘Stop it, Jin,’ you say briskly.

You both laugh.

‘I don’t know what narrative they’re going to go with,’ Jin says. ‘But my team are all over it.’

‘Thanks for the heads up,’ you say.

Jin nods. ‘Is it your lunch hour soon? Quickie? Can you lock the door?’

‘Ok daddy,’ you say.

Jin lets out a half-groan, half-laugh. ‘That just makes me confused.’

You lean close. ‘My next appointment’s not for an hour,’ you tell him, ‘and Eun-Woo’s on lunch. Guess it’s your lucky day.’

Jin’s already pulling you in for a kiss.

***

Your phone lights up. It’s Yoongi.

‘Hey,’ he says, without preamble. ‘What’s this about me being some sort of romantic saviour?’

You sigh. ‘Want to meet for a coffee, Yoongi?’

‘Yeah, I’m a block away from your office.’

You meet Yoongi at a tiny café near his studio.

The press had a field day with you and Jin. Jin’s team released a statement confirming that he had a daughter with you, and since then there’s been endless speculation about your relationship. The photographs of you and Jin and you and Yoongi from the awards show have only added fuel to the fire.

Yoongi’s been painted as a romantic hero, saving you after you were jilted by Jin. Jin’s been the subject of the most questions, and you’re not surprised. The nation’s resident singing heartthrob turns out to have a family he never acknowledged publicly throughout his fame? It’s a TV melodrama that practically writes itself.

Thankfully, no one’s bothered Reiha or her school, and for that you’re grateful.

Yoongi pushes a coffee towards you. ‘The publicity’s working for me, don’t get me wrong. I’ve had more interest in me in the last few days than I’ve had in the last few months.’

‘I’m sorry, Yoongi. I didn’t mean to drag you into this.’

‘You misunderstand me,’ Yoongi says, quietly. ‘You don’t have to apologise. No one dragged me into anything. I just want to know if you’re ok.’

‘I’m fine. I’m getting pretty good at recognising photographers now,’ you tell him.

Yoongi curls his lip in a half-smirk. ‘Do you want me to make a statement?’ he offers.

‘Not unless you want to. I think being the romantic hero works with your brooding mysterious personality,’ you say, only half joking. ‘My secretary Eun-Woo wants your number.’

Yoongi grins. ‘Tell her I’m too busy pining over you.’

You laugh. ‘My hero.’

***

Later that night, Jin’s flopped out on your bed, staring at the ceiling. He’s been having trouble sleeping lately, he falls asleep after you and he’s usually up by the time you wake up.

You turn over. ‘Go on, share. You can’t just take on all my problems and not share your own.’

‘They want me to hold a press conference,’ Jin tells you. ‘Do some damage control.’

It’s the first time he’s acknowledged that the negative press is affecting him.

‘So do it,’ you say. ‘Say what you need to. I don’t need public opinion on my side, to do my job.’

‘I deserve it,’ Jin says.

You put your hand on his chest. ‘You don’t deserve to be publicly vilified for things we did when we were 17, Jin.’

‘I’m not throwing you under the bus,’ Jin says, harshly.

‘Maybe you need to,’ you say. ‘Who cares. My family know the truth, and so do me and Reiha.’

Jin turns to you, and you kiss him.

‘Come on, baby. If they’re going to crucify us for fucking, then let’s at least have a good time whilst we’re at it.’

Jin laughs. He makes love to you with a quiet intensity, saying your name as he rocks into you, clutching you tightly to him, mouth on your skin long after you’ve both cum.

Afterwards, he sleeps, finally.

***

It’s the day of Jin’s press conference. You’re running late after a painfully long meeting. You wave the pass he gave you at the security guards and jog into the room.

Jin’s sitting beside Donghyun and his publicist, Yeri. You don’t know if he’s seen you. The room’s full of people, reporters, photographers. There are tripods set up along the rows of seats.

He’s in the middle of a sentence. You take a few steps forward, walking down the centre aisle.

Someone’s asking him a question, but Jin’s finally spotted you. The smile on his face makes everyone turn to see what he’s smiling at.

He’s smiling at you, and you’re smiling back.

‘I made a lot of decisions at 17 that I regret,’ Jin says. He’s looking straight at you as he stands up. ‘And I’m still making up for my mistakes, every day of my life.’

He’s walking around the long table, heading down the steps of the makeshift stage.

He’s heading straight for you.

‘I must be the luckiest man in the world, because despite everything, I have the most wonderful daughter.’

He stops in front of you.

‘And I have you.’

You’re already lifting your arms, curling them around his neck as he leans down to kiss you.

The world explodes in a shower of flashing lights and a cacophony of noises, but you don’t see any of it. You don’t hear any of it, because Jin’s got his arms around you, and finally, finally, it feels right.

He's the love of your life, and he's finally home.

Epilogue

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masonmyluv · 2 years ago

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The bodyguard ~ part 2

Warnings: SMUT. Virgin!reader, wrap it before you tap it 😉

"What the fuck!" You almost screamed when the door to your bedroom opened and a very weird Mason was staring at you. He wasn't wearing his usual black suit and tie, but he was wearing shorts, t-shirt, sneakers and a blue cap. "What the hell are you wearing? And why did you wake me up at 7am?" You asked. "Sorry princess, but our plane leaves in 2 hours. We have to get ready" he said, taking the suitcase from under my bed and throwing random clothes from my drawer into it. "Plane? What plane? And hey! Be careful with those" you said, getting up and snatching a dress from him. "Men" you rolled your eyes and began packing. "I booked a trip for you to the Maldives" he finally explained his unusual behaviour. "My father would never allow it" you laughed. "I already talk to him and Jack. I'll be with you all the time" he said, helping me lift the suitcase. "Can you get me that bag on the drawer please?" You asked since you were too short to reach it. "Why do you need so many bags?" He rolled his eyes but reached for the bag. "Make up and girly stuff" you replied. "You look good without make up" he blurted without thinking before. "Is that a compliment, Mr. Mount?" You asked, secretly laughing at the blush on his cheeks. "Don't get used to it, princess" he said, before he left the room so I could prepare.

"I have a few things on my bucket list. And since we're going to live on an island, I want to go scuba diving. And then I want to taste something local and buy souvenirs and..." you stopped when you saw the beauty of the island in front of your eyes. Mason seemed bored about your speech, but when you stopped talking, he looked into your direction to see what made you stop. Even though he found you annoying, he loved listening to everything you had to say. "I'm glad you like it" he said, continuing to drive to our villa that he rented just for the two of us.

"You didn't have to do this, Mr. Mount" you said, entering the spacious living room and running to the huge windows to take a lot at the pool and the backyard. "What are we going to do today?" you asked excitedly. "We'll have dinner tonight. I thought you want to get accommodated to the house so we're staying here today" he replied. "Alright. I'm going to swim then" you said, running in one of the rooms to get changed while Mason inspected the security alarm system. One a bodyguard, always a bodyguard.

*your pov*

I was sitting on the sun lounge, getting a nice tan and reading a book, while Mason was absorbed in his football magazine. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and some swimming shorts, so I decided it was time for a swim. I got up, placing my book on the table, and walked to the entrance of the pool, testing the water. Literally. "Mind joining me, Mr. Mount?" I asked. "Nah, I'm good" he replied. Weird. I got in, the cold water spreading chills on my skin, but my plan was to get him take his shirt off. "Come on, Mr. Mount. It's so refreshing in here" you said, making puppy eyes at him. "Fine" he said, more to himself as he seemed to have an inner battle on whether to join or not. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it slowly, teasing me on purpose. My mouth felt agape when I saw his body. Muscles, abs and tattoos... all for me and on display for 4 days. "Those sunglasses aren't saving you from staring princess" he said, locking eyes with me as he jumped into the pool and splashed water towards me. "I wasn't staring" I said, blush covering my cheeks. "It's fine princess. I do the same" he said, not sounding embarrassed at all. I blushed at his comment and resumed my swimming.

The evening came and we went to a local restaurant, having a local dish and some white wine. "Bucket list no. 2, checked" I said, folding the paper before anyone or even me could see no. 5.

Bucket list no. 5: ***

"It was a lovely dinner, Mr. Mount" I said as we walked back to the villa, the cold air beginning to set for the night. "I'm glad you liked it. Tomorrow we're going scuba diving" he said. "Really? I can't wait" I said in high pitched voice and he smiled.

When we arrived at the villa, we took a shower (separately) and I headed for my room to brush my hair. "What's your last thing on the bucket list?" His deep voice startled you. "Nothing interesting" I replied. "I don't think so" he said, throwing the paper on the table in front of me. Crap. It must have fallen from my bag. "It's nothing" I tried to convince him. "Is it what I'm thinking it is?" He asked, a playful smirk on his face. "I don't do inappropriate things, Mr. Mount" I huffed, stuffing the paper back into my bag. "So that's it" he said. "Okay I'm sleepy. Good night" I said, trying to get rid of him, but he wasn't having it. "Why's that, hmm, Y/N? You want to do it that much? Are you desperate for some d—" I cut him off. "I don't want to die virgin. Happy? Is that what you wanted from me? I hope you're happy now!" You shouted the words into his face. "You what? But the scandal..." he said. "It was fake. I never ever slept with anyone. And not because I never wanted to. It's because I wanted to protect them from my family. Even I don't know how much I'm gonna live. Maybe I'll die tomorrow and I didn't even taste some dick" I said. "You won't die as long as I'm with you" he said. "Yea yea whatever. Good night" I said again, but he approached me. "I'm here to help. Just ask me" he said in low voice, his breath tickling my neck. "W-what? But you and I... it's not right" I shuttered. "There are no right or wrong things. If you feel it too, ask me" he said, cupping my breast with his large hand. "Mason" I gasped at the feeling. "Please fuck me".

*normal pov*

In the next second, you found yourself on the bed, under the attack of his rough kisses. "So you want to say that no other man touched you?" He asked and you nodded. "Fuck... you don't know what you're doing to me" he growled, ripping off your pyjama top and shorts. "I wish I could fuck your brains out but... I'm gonna be gentle with you. Given it's your first time" he grinned. You never thought you would be so turned on from just words. But it was him who was saying those things to you and it made you squirm. "Let's see how this tight wet pussy tastes, what do you say?" He asked. "Please" you breathed. You moaned louder when he licked your slit, coating his tongue with your wetness, before pushing his tongue inside you. "Fuck... Mason" you moaned, wanting to close your legs around his head, but his hands pressed your legs firmly to the bed. He sucked your clit multiple times, wanting to give you the best first orgasm of your life, adding two fingers in your hole to stretch you out for his dick. "Mason... please" you were overwhelmed with pleasure and you could break any time. "Let go baby" he groaned between your legs, your body trembling as you hit your first orgasm of your life. Mason was still between your legs, half cleaning your juices because he wanted to use them to ease himself inside of you.

He pulled his head away from your aching core, kissing you on the lips before he searched for something in his bag. "You know it's going to hurt, but tell me if you want to stop" he said softly, rolling a condom on his hard rock dick. Your eyes widened at his size, but it was no surprise. After all, he looked like a gorilla so he had to have a big dick. "Ready?" He asked, teasing your entrance with his tip. "Ready" you replied. He pushed himself inside of you slowly, allowing you to feel all of him and also something breaking inside of you. Your back arched and your fists clenched on the sheets at the sensation: pain and pleasure. "It'll be over soon baby. Tell me when to move" he whispered softly in your ear. He waited patiently for you to give him the okay, and when you did, he bottomed out completely and pushed back in with a hard thrust, making you scream his name. "That's right baby... Who's fucking you this good hmm? Who's taking your innocence baby?" He asked, roughly pounding into you. "Y-you... Mason" you shuttered, already feeling close to the second orgasm of the night. "That's right. Your pussy taking my cock so well... so so well princess. I feel it clenching around me... God, you feel amazing" he groaned, looking down at the place where your intimacies met. "You're gonna come for me?" He asked and you nodded. "Then do it. Come on my cock princess". You moaned louder as he sensation washed over you again, and Mason grunted as he came too.

He kissed your forehead before pulling out, making you hiss in pain. "To the shower" he said, picking you up and walking you in the en suite, where he sat you on the shower bench. You watched him take the condom off and throwing it in the bin, your mouth watering at the thought of swallowing his cum. "That's right. Relax baby" he said softly, while he helped you wash yourself and dry you with a towel. "How are you feeling?" He asked, after you both were in the bed, sheets changed and ready to sleep. "It's still achy, but it was worth it. Thank you" you smiled, kissing him. "I'm sorry if I hurt you" he said. "It was alright. Night Mason" you said, turning on your side and falling asleep. "Night princess" Mason whispered, kissing the top you your head.

Day 2

*your pov*

As promised, we went scuba diving in the sea. I was fascinated by the fishes that surrounded me and the wild nature under the water. Mason was a bit skeptical about the safety, but the man on the boat reassured him everything was fine. "Scared of the sea, Mr. Mount?" I asked laughing. "You wish" he said, dressing in the diving costume. I couldn't help but eye him up and down, the latex costume pressed tightly to his body, allowing all his forms to be on display, especially his cock, which seemed bigger that before. I don't know if it was the water around me, but I felt wet. So so wet at the sight of him.

In the evening, we went to a club with dancers. Not porn or something. They entertained the public for 3 hours and then the music blasted on. "I wish they had some men for the ladies" I sighed, clearly bored. The muscle in Mason's jaw twitched. "Would you watch other men dance for you? Lascivious dances?" He asked. "Why not" I shrugged. He held back from saying something, so I added: "I'd rather watch you than others". He grinned, pulling me closer to him until his lips swiftly touched my neck. "That's right. Because you're mine and I'm yours" he said, a shiver running down my spine. "Fancy a dance?" He asked and you nodded.

He led you through the mass of people swaying their bodies, and whispered in your ear: "Dance for me". You gulped, turning around and moving your body close to his. You could feel his erection pressed against your ass, so you rubbed your ass off him, earning a soft grunt from him. The arm that was on your lower belly pulled you closer to him, until your back was flushed against his chest. "We get home and I'll give you the best fuck for this dance" he said, making you even more wet you feared he could see your juices dripping down your legs. "Mason... let's get out of here" you said, your breath being taken away by his lips on your neck. "Eager aren't we? I bet that if I slip my hand under this short dress, I can feel you dripping" he said. "Find out yourself" you replied. He groaned at your boldness and slipped his hand in your panties, groaning at how wet you were. "Fuck..." he growled, taking his hand out and licking his fingers. Without a word, he dragged you out of the club and into the car.

"Take your panties off" he said while he kept his gaze on the road. You obeyed, sliding them down your legs, and placing them in his lap. "Now touch yourself, but don't cum" he said. You opened your legs for your hand, toying with your clit before pushing one finger inside, moaning at the feeling. "We're almost there..." he said, his hand that wasn't on the wheel taking your panties from his lap and sniffing them. "Fuck" he groaned at the thought of tasting your sweet wet cunt. He parked the car in front of the villa. He made a sign for you not to edit yet, because he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Can't wait to fuck you" he groaned, unlocking the door. While he walked to his bedroom, he placed harsh slaps on your bum. "Shit" you cursed, feeling the stinging of his last slap.

Once in his room, he sat on the bed and bend you over his knees, lifting your dress enough to have access to your ass. "Remember what you told me in the club?" He asked and you nodded. "This is for thinking about other men" Slap. "This is for giving flirty glances to the barman" Slap. Slap. "This is for nearly making me cream my pants" Slap. A big one, you screamed his name. "Yes, that's right. My name is and will be the only thing you'll be screaming in bedroom princess" he groaned, turning you to face him, your face flushed. "You liked that didn't you?" He smirked, ripping your dress off. You looked down between your legs, seeing the visible tent in his pants. "Get on the bed" he said, sitting up.

"No" you said. "No? You want me to punish you princess?" He asked, slapping your bum again. "I want to suck your dick" you said. He seemed to be thinking your suggestion, and beckoned you over to him. "I'm all yours" he said. You pushed his trousers and underwear down, where he kicked them away. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his red tip leaking with pre cum and the underside vein pulsing. You kissed the tip, cum smeared on them, then took him into your mouth. "Fuck..." Mason groaned, taking a fistful of your hair to push you head further, making you gag. "Whose cock are you gagging around princess? That's right, mine and only mine" he groaned, pushing his hips forwards until he hit the back of your throat. You made a sound, which made him throw his head back. "Fuck... don't stop" he groaned, fucking your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks to suck him the best you could and rub what couldn't fit in your mouth, as well as his balls.

His hips shuttered as he came in your mouth, and you kept your mouth open for his to see. "Swallow" he ordered. "Lay on the bed" he said, taking a condom from his suitcase. That man came here prepared. He kissed your lips and eased himself inside without any warning, making you arch your back. "Mason... fuck" you moaned, when he picked up the pace and rubbed your clit with his fingers. "That's right. Take my cock like a good girl" he groaned, giving you a particular hard thrust, making you scream his name. "Gonna come for me like a good girl?" He asked and you nodded, already clenching around him. "Fucking God" he groaned as you came around him, and he too came.

He pulled out, cleaning you and taking rid of the condom, and when he returned, you were already sleeping. He covered your naked body with the duvet and kissed the top of your head.

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fific7 · 4 years ago

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Dangerous and Divine - Epilogue

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: The final part!! This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Six Months Later

You opened up your eyes slowly, becoming aware of a finger trailing gently down your arm; it felt like a butterfly fluttering on your skin. Two dark chocolate eyes were gazing down into yours, sparkling with mischief.

“Good morning, Mrs Russo,” a very self-satisfied Billy Russo whispered, smiling at you.

You yawned, stretching out out your limbs and enjoying the feeling of a light breeze on your body coming through the patio doors.

“Morning, Billy,” you replied, reaching up and kissing his lips, scratching a finger along his bristly jaw. “And how is my wife this morning?” he asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I’m good... actually, very good,” you smiled up at him. “Just as well we’ve got our own villa, angel. You were so noisy last night, screaming my name,” he teased.

Getting up, you stretched again, aware of Billy’s eyes on you as you picked up your little silky robe, slowly putting it on and enjoying the disappointed look on his face. “That’s just to big up your male ego, poppet,” you teased back. He flung himself onto his back on the bed, faux-sulking, “How can you say that, sweetheart?! ....after I kept you up half the night making love to you?”

“Only half the night? Would’ve thought the love god that is Billy Russo would be claiming it was all night!!” A pout instantly appeared on his handsome face and that was just too much, so you leant down over him, stroking his face and kissing him passionately. He grabbed you, pulling you down onto him and your robe came off a lot faster than it went on, unceremoniously dumped on the floor. “Ride me,” he whispered in your ear.

You had to bring him back down to earth though, as you quite urgently needed to visit the bathroom and so you’d extricated yourself from his arms and stood up, picking up your robe. The pout had got even poutier and his eyes looked huge as he gazed up at you from where he lay on the crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets. “Oh, okayyy,” he drawled, grinning, both hands going up behind his head as he lazed back on the pillows, “....so now we’re married, you’re gonna start slappin’ sex bans on me, huh?” You slipped your robe back on and put your hands on your hips, “Billy Russo! Don’t be such a drama king! You’d think you were on your honeymoon or something!” He just kept on grinning at you.

“Well! You either wait two minutes so I don’t have an accident on those lovely clean sheets, or maybe I’d better just call my divorce lawyer right now!” you mock-threatened. His face fell, “Angel! I’m only jokin’ y’know!” You burst out laughing, “Me too, you silly big sap! But not about going to the bathroom!” Flouncing out of the bedroom, hearing his answering laugh as you went.

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Once you were in the bathroom, you let your mind drift back over the last few days. You and Billy had been married just two days ago, a small wedding just as you both wanted with close family and friends only (Billy’s Marine buddies being his family). You’d had the most perfect day, but after all the planning and rushing around in the run-up to the big day, you felt as if it had all gone by in a flash. Whoosh - and it was all over. One minute Karen and your little cousin had been fussing round you, helping with your hair, your makeup, your dress, and in no time at all - it seemed - Billy was taking your hand and leading you out of the reception party, accompanied by a chorus of wolf whistles and catcalls.

You two had stayed that night in the beautiful hotel in upstate New York where the wedding had been held. Billy had picked you up ‘bridal style’ while you were in the hotel elevator and then carried you along the corridor to your suite, kicking the door shut behind him and laying you gently down on the bed. Then he had slowly and sensually slid your wedding dress and underskirts up over your thighs, smile as bright as the sun as he ran his hands over your stockings and garter belt, pushed aside your lacy underwear and had taken you right there and then, whispering to you all the while that now you were truly his.

The next day, you and Billy had flown from JFK to Ibiza in the Balearic Islands, Spain. He’d been surprised when you’d said where you wanted to go for your honeymoon. He thought you’d want to go to the Caribbean or the Maldives or suchlike. But you’d spent some very happy times there when you were on your travels a while back, and you knew he’d love the laid-back vibe of the island.

So he’d booked a luxurious villa for a whole month, in the pine-clad hills above a large cove with a beach called Cala Llonga, east of Ibiza Town. The aromatic scent in the air was truly intoxicating and you closed your eyes, inhaling it from the small breeze making its way through the bathroom window, open just a tiny bit.

You sighed happily; both workplaces had been asked to contact you only in a dire emergency and with Frank and Jake left in charge while you and Billy were on honeymoon, after initially being anxious about being away for so long you now felt surprisingly relaxed about it.

Washing your hands and making your way back to the bedroom, you smiled as you saw your new husband sprawled out on the bed, naked and looking at you with a devilish smirk on his handsome face.

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Billy happily stretched out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and hearing the water running in the bathroom in the background. The more he thought about it, the more he could hardly believe it - he’d actually managed to persuade her to marry him. He really thought he’d blown it when he’d proposed the first time. When she’d changed her mind and said ‘Yes’, he’d been so happy he thought he’d explode like a human hand grenade.

Still somewhat surprised about his complete turnaround from playboy to lovesick sap, he’d decided long before the wedding to just lie back and accept what the Fates had in store for him. Maybe they’d decided to give him some good karma for a change, after his solitary and loveless childhood and the difficulties he’d had after he left the Marines.

He thought back to just before the wedding ceremony, when Frank had been helping him tie his silver silky cravat after he’d put on his fancy morning suit and dress shirt. His big friend had suddenly clasped his shoulder, saying gruffly, “Bill.... you’ve finally got a chance to be ‘Happy Ever After’, y’know bud. Don’t fuck it up, whatever you do.”

Grabbing the big paw on his shoulder, he’d said sincerely, “I won’t, Frankie... believe me, I won’t.”

He’d also thought about a text he’d received the night before the wedding, and which he’d decided not to mention to his girl. Because it was from Madani. She’d heard the news about Billy getting married from Sam, who he’d met by chance in a local bar a few days before the wedding.

Typical vitriolic Madani, he thought. Saying how he was making a big mistake and he’d regret it in the end. Meaning, of course, because he hadn’t chosen her. Hadn’t even wished the two of you well, couldn’t bring herself to make even that small concession.

Bitch. He’d angrily deleted the text along with the whole string of her past messages, and had then deleted her contact details out of his phone. A feeling of great satisfaction had washed over him as he’d hit the ‘Delete Contact’ button on Dinah Madani. Gone and very definitely forgotten.

Now he looked over to see his angel walking back towards him, looking totally edible in her silky robe.

Grinning, he patted the sheet next to him, “C’mere, sweetheart....”

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Billy grabbed your wrist, pulling you down next to him and pouncing on top of you. The robe came off again and he was kissing you hungrily, appetite undiminished even after your mutual athletics the night before. He ran his hands all over you, pulling your body closer against his, telling you how much he loved you, wanted you, needed you. Then he rolled over onto his back, grinning over at you, “C’mon, angel... I need you to ride me.”

Grinning back at him, “Might do,” you replied. He shook his head, “No, really.... angel... you need to do it and do it now.” You also lay down on your back, “What’s the consequences if I don’t?” you teased. He looked horrified, “You sayin’ No to me?” You shrugged, smirking. “Angel! Please.... what... uhhh... do I gotta beg?” You nodded, “I think you do.” So Billy sighed, getting up and then kneeling beside the bed, hands clasped together and held up in supplication to you, “Please, goddess, m’beggin’ you.... pleeeease! Please!”

From your lofty perch on the bed, you looked down at the male masterpiece currently on his knees in front of you. The early morning sun highlighted his sculpted muscles to perfection, including the delicious-looking erection he was sporting, and you couldn’t keep up the pretence any longer. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging on it several times as his now-grinning face looked up at you.

“Ahhh... so I got the green light, goddess?” You nodded imperiously, and he leapt up and onto the bed at the speed of light. You pushed his shoulders down into the pillows and climbed on top of him, seeing his eyes widen in anticipation. Leaning over, you slid your fingers to the back of his neck and began gently stroking, then took his ‘tache between your lips and sucked gently, before running your tongue over it and then sucking again. Hearing small whimpers coming from him, you moved on to the tufty bit of beard under his bottom lip, giving it the same treatment. Then you ran your tongue very slowly over his bottom lip and suddenly you heard an agonised ‘Fuck!” from Billy, and wetness spread over your stomach and thighs.

Sitting up, you looked down in surprise at the sheen you could see glinting on your skin. A very sheepish-looking Billy was gazing up at you, “Uhhh....m’sorry, angel,” he whispered, “....y’got me too excited.” He covered his eyes with one big hand, then you saw two dark chocolate eyes peeking out between his fingers at you. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, somewhat fearfully. You leant down and kissed his nose, “No! Course not, Billy.”

He slid his hand away from his face, “Really? Been goin’ on at you to ride me then don’t even get inside you before.....!” and he gestured at the pearly liquid on your skin. His face was tinged pink by now, “M’so embarrassed!” he wailed. “Honestly, Billy.... I’m not mad at you,” you said, tweaking his nose between finger and thumb before getting up and heading through to the bathroom. Grabbing a handful of baby wipes you went back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed and quickly cleaning yourself up before teasing Billy by running a baby wipe slowly and sensually along his velvety length. You heard some low soft moans from him, and knew it wouldn’t be very long before he was fully aroused again.

So you kept on stroking him. Laying the baby wipe aside, you continued using just your hand on him. “Sweetheart, what you tryin’ to do to me?” he asked in a breathy voice. “Oh, poppet.... I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” you smirked down at him, loving the way he looked at that moment, vulnerable and at your mercy, big wide eyes gazing up at you, lips parted slightly. You slid your hand in between his legs, taking hold of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them while still working his cock with your other hand. He squirmed below you, breath catching in his throat, one hand going to the hand you were stroking him with and pulling it to the head of his cock. Taking the hint, you concentrated on it, squeezing and rubbing at it while Billy writhed under you, letting out a string of swears.

Then you decided to add a little something to the mix and leant down to lick him, letting your tongue drag over his tip back and forth with quite some force. Billy had cried out really quite loudly as you started doing that and you smiled, thinking he’d made a good point about having a private villa. You could both be really noisy when you wanted to be. Feeling him stiffening in your hand, you increased the speed and firmness of your stroking and also took him more fully into your mouth.

“Please.... sweetheart!” groaned Billy, “....gotta get inside you... please!!!” You could hear him beginning to pant so without further delay you guided him inside you, before sinking down onto his length. He gave a long low moan, while you gasped with pleasure as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. Billy was giving out soft whimpering moans and began desperately thrusting up into you, hands running up the sides of your body onto your breasts and he began slowly massaging. In turn you started moving on him, hands on his chest, relishing the feeling of both his firm muscled body and how he filled you completely. “You...” Billy whispered, big dark eyes gazing up at you, “...you’re perfect for me, angel. Fit me like a glove.” His hand moved down to where your bodies were joined and began rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Could say the same about you, Marine,” you breathed against his ear, leaning down and giving him a dirty open-mouthed kiss before moving your mouth onto his neck beard, and running your tongue over it. You felt Billy tense up and knew he was about to climax, and you felt your own orgasm building. Both of you were wound up tighter than springs! You wrapped your arms round your new husband’s shoulders and let the waves of pleasure roll over you.

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A lot later on, you and Billy strolled down to Cala Llonga and joined the small queue of people waiting on the little stone jetty for the water taxi to Ibiza Town. The boat was fairly small and you all crammed onto the wooden benches which filled most of it. Billy wrapped his arm round you, glaring at the Dutch guy sitting on the other side of you who’d been smiling and trying to make small talk with you. “We’re on honeymoon,” he growled at him, butting in just as the guy asked where you were staying. “Oh that’s great, congratulations!” he said, and you’d smiled at him, “Thank you.” Billy however was still glowering at the poor guy, so you elbowed him and he said reluctantly, “Yeah, thanks.”

You tried to distract Billy by pointing out several landmarks as the boat bobbed and puttered its way round the coast, and then the main town on the island came into sight as you rounded the last headland.

Billy gazed at the sight of the Dalt Vila (Old Town) in front of him and said in an awestruck voice, “Oh hey, that’s so pretty.” You smirked at him, “Told you you’d love it.” He looked back to you, “What’re our plans for this afternoon then?” Pleased that he was handing over the reins to you, smiling fondly at him you said, “Well, first of all I’m gonna make sure my hungry husband gets fed and watered. There are some lovely little outdoor restaurants along the marina.” You heard his stomach rumbling quietly as you mentioned food and he gave you a huge grin, “Now that’s what I call a plan.”

Stepping off the ferry, you guided him to one of the restaurants you’d eaten at before, and chose one of the tables at the front overlooking the yacht moorings. There were quite a few superyachts - some the size of small ocean liners - moored up so the oligarchs were in town, you thought to yourself.

The two of you enjoyed a leisurely lunch, before heading into the maze of narrow streets of the Old Town. Strolling right up to the old church at the very top of the hill, Billy oohing and ahhing at the whitewashed old houses and the view once you reached the church. He leant on the wall enclosing the courtyard in front of the church, looking out over the town, the two marinas and the surrounding hills and you heard a big happy sigh. He turned his head towards you, “This is perfect. You’re perfect. I love this place. And I love you.” He leant in for a kiss, and things started to get a bit raunchy before you heard a throat being cleared loudly behind you. The two of you broke apart, turning to find two elderly Spanish ladies glaring at you with outraged expressions on their faces.

You smiled at them, “Ah... lo siento, señoras, estamos en nuestra luna de miel.” Instantly, large smiles appeared on their faces and they moved away in a flurry of waving hands and staccato Spanish which you couldn’t quite catch. “What d’you say to them, sweetheart?” asked Billy. “That we’re on our honeymoon,” you grinned, “...didn’t understand all of the replies but rest assured, we’re forgiven!” He leaned in, “Well, reckon we should pick up where we left off then,” mouth back on yours. You surreptitiously ran a hand over the zip of his jeans and felt an interesting bulge there, hearing his low gasp, “Okay, but we better leave most of it till we get back to the villa... otherwise we’ll get arrested!” He sighed, nuzzling your neck, “Couldn’t we just go down one of these little streets an’.....” Laughing, you walked away holding out your hand to him, “No we can’t! C‘mon, tiger,” and with a pout firmly in place he followed, taking your hand in his.

Heading back down through Dalt Vila into the main part of town, you came to Paseo Vara de Rey, a wide, short tree-lined boulevard near the marina. In the evenings, the locals would come here for their before-dinner strolls, stopping for a chat with friends or a quick aperitif. It was just starting to get a bit busier as locals and tourists alike came along to enjoy the late afternoon sun.

You and Billy joined the strolling groups of people, looking in the shop windows and at people sitting in the open-air café sections, gradually making your way towards the marina end of the Paseo. Steering him towards a large hotel situated on the corner of Vara de Rey and into the cool white interior of its bar, you suggested he might want to buy you a cocktail. Leaning on the bar, he grinned at you, “Okay, I will... but then can we go back to the villa?”

“But why do you want to go back to the villa, Billy? I thought you were having a nice time here in town?” “I am!” he protested, “...and you know perfectly well why I wanna go back!” said with an accompanying eyebrow wiggle, “...we’re on our honeymoon!”

One of the barmen overheard him, “Ah, señor y señora! Let us make you very special cocktails in celebration of your wedding!!” Bill looked round, embarrassed, “Oh no.. s’okay, honestly - we’re fine, thanks.” Shaking his head vigorously, the barman grabbed a couple of cocktail shakers and tossed one of them to his co-worker, “But we must! It will take just a few moments.”

Then there was a flurry of pouring, shaking, ice, fruit and citrus slices being added before a couple of glasses were placed on the bar in front of you with a flourish. You and Billy eyed each other before taking a sip from your drinks. It was pleasant enough - you could taste rum and fruit - but not particularly what you’d’ve chosen for yourself. However, in the same spirit as the drinks were offered, you both made appreciative noises and thanked them profusely, before escaping to a table by the window overlooking Vara de Rey. Sitting down, Billy chuckled, “I guess I better learn to keep my big trap shut!” You agreed, “You’re forgetting that most of the locals speak really good English, so don’t be giving away any more of our secrets!” “What... like the fact you love my dick and think it’s really pretty?” he sniggered, while you slapped his arm, looking round quickly to make sure no-one had heard him.

Seeing no-one within earshot, you leant forward and said, “No... more like you telling me you’re in love with my ‘perfect pussy’ and how you’d be inside me 24/7 if you could be!” He snorted out some of his drink, and the two of you just sat and laughed at each other for a few moments in sheer happiness. “I love you,” he said, serious all of a sudden. “I mean, like really love you.” You smiled at him over the rim of your glass, “Well that’s good, Russo, cos I love you. Like, really love you.” Again, you sat looking at each other with goofy grins on your faces. You caught sight of both barmen looking over at you and smirking so you finished the last of your cocktail, purposefully making a noisy sucking sound through your straw as you did. “Hey, Billy... will we have one more drink and then head back?”

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!!! What d’ya want to drink this time round, angel?” “I’ll just have a mojito, please.” A few minutes later, a luscious mojito-filled glass was placed in front of you, while Billy had decided on a Sidecar, which he polished off in a few quick gulps and then sat looking expectantly at you. Shaking your head and laughing at him, you said, “I won’t be downing my lovely mojito as if it was a beer, Billy. I will be sipping it in a ladylike manner.” His face fell, “Oh.” “You’ll just have to be patient, loverboy.” He perked up a bit, “But if I’m a good patient boy, I’ll get a nice reward when we get back to the villa, yeah?” You patted his silky-haired head, “Yes, you will,” and couldn’t resist tugging on a few locks of it while you were at it. His grin grew devilish, “You wanna tug on something else, angel?” You slid your hand onto his thigh under the table, giving him a very innocent smile, “No, I am not going to lower the tone of this fancy hotel bar by misbehaving, Mr Russo.” His hand covered yours on his thigh and pulled it up onto his zip, “Well, I haveta say I’m very disappointed, Mrs Russo,” before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it, putting on his best puppydog eyes and pout.

You had to admit, a frisson of excitement had run through you as he’d done that - Billy had made sure you realised he had an impressive erection. So in fact you picked up your mojito and drained the glass like a sailor who’d just hit a bar after six months at sea. “Okay, Billy,” you smirked, “....you win. Let’s go, tiger.” Billy sprang up from the table and pulled you by the hand towards the door, waving over at the barmen as he went, while you gave them a smile as you passed them.

Then you had to contend with an impatient Billy, pacing up and down at the marina while you were waiting on the water taxi back to Cala Llonga. Eventually it appeared, and Billy hustled you on board, making you sit at the back and beginning to kiss you as he boxed you into the corner seat. More passengers joined soon though and you pushed him back slightly, “Billy.... behave, please. We don’t want to upset any more people with PDA’s.” He grinned, “Okay, okay, I’ll keep my hands and my mouth to myself ... for now.” As the boat began to manoeuvre backwards and away from the quayside, you pointed at the town, “So, what did you think of Ibiza Town then?” Billy nodded, “Yeah, I loved it. It’s beautiful. But y’know, as long as you’re with me.... wherever we are, that’s what I really love.” You poked him in the side, “You big sap!” you laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “...but you’re my big sap, as they say.”

Those gorgeous dark eyes of his sparkled back at you, and his hand stroked your cheek, “Yeah I am, sweetheart... and that’s the most important thing. It’s all anyone needs to know about us. I’m yours, and you’re mine. And we’re in love. And together. Forever.” You put your lips next to his ear, “Yes, Billy... forever,” you whispered as the little boat carried the two of you away into the gathering dusk.

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Additional A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little journey with Billy and his sweetheart. All I ever wanted for Billy Russo was for him to be happy. Maybe we’ll meet these two again, who knows? Thanks so much for reading.

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krattsgonewild · 4 months ago

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thirstyandbeautiful · 4 years ago

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sugababy!fic part twelve: THE VILLA IN THE MALDIVES

After a plane ride that consisted of heavy petting and snuggling, arriving at the Maldives so many hours later felt like you were walking straight into a dream.

The Maldives were the most beautiful place you’d ever visited, and you completely believed that Lance had purposefully brought you to paradise. He’d found the dreamiest, all inclusive resort that was incredibly reclusive. The resort sat on a small island of land, with all the villas stretched out in a loop across the water.

But that wasn’t where your villa was, no. Your villa was the largest one, and sat at the end of a long dock on the other side of the small island. There was no one around you but clear, blue water. All three sides of the villa, not including the front that connected to the walk way dock to get to the land, were all solid glass from floor to ceiling.

The villa itself was large, with a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and open floor concept indoors. Outdoors, there was an infinity pool, a sun deck, a canopy, a netted hammock for you to lay over the water below and a staircase that lowered into the water just in case you didn’t want to jump from the deck.

It was silent, gorgeous and every moment convinced you further and further that you were where you were meant to be, with who you were meant to be with. The peacefulness was unreal. It also helped that Lance pulled out all the stops, explained that there would be a chef who would prepare your meals, and had the whole week planned with relaxing activities for you two to do together every day, and only if you felt up to it.

Lance made your life a dream.

“Are you happy?” He hesitantly asked from behind you.

You leaned against one of the glass dividers outside, taking in the gorgeous miles of sea in front of you. Happy wasn’t the word to describe how you felt. You turned around and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. You smiled when you felt him rest his chin on your head.

“I’m always happy now.” You replied honestly.

You pulled away from him and reached for his hand so you could walk him towards the bed. He sat down when you pushed on his shoulders and in a rare action, crowded you as soon as you climbed into your lap. You didn’t say anything about it, you just leaned your head back so he could kiss on your neck.

“Let’s sleep, Angel.” Lance murmured against your neck.

You scoffed at the tease, before you realized he was serious. “Sleep?” you squeaked as he manhandled you up the bed.

“Yeah,” he smiled at you and stroked your cheek as he pulled you down and beside him on the bed, “you should get some rest while I still let you.”

He laughed as you whined, “That’s such a tease!”

“You kept me waiting, dear, now you have to wait for me.”

“Fine,” You snipped, “but I’m not making it any easier for you.”

You shoved your legs under the sheets as Lance did, but sat up straight so you could tug your shirt over your head. Exposed tits out, you laid back with your hands over your head, your face away from where Lance laid beside you.

You heard him huff, but true to his word, he didn’t touch you.

The next morning was a different story.

You inhaled, your sleep slipped from your mind as you woke quickly, a hot, tight, wetness around your nipple. You hummed and let out a soft moan as you heard the suck you felt. Your eyes opened, and you had to blink as the bright, yet soft, sunlight came in through the glass doors.

Small kisses were peppered around your nipples, and then a hand engulfed one of your breasts as you finally took in your surroundings.

There were flowers everywhere.

Flower arrangements lined the walls and the shelves, it looked magical. Your heart thumped in your chest as you were brought back to your first ‘date’, the MET gala. Your villa looked like something straight out of the little universe that the two of you had entered that night. Finally, things around you looked as whimsical as they felt.

Unable to shake the romantic feelings and atmosphere that pulled at your pussy strings, you pulled your thighs apart so that Lance could move his hips over yours. You shivered when the weight of his cock pressed to your hip as the warmth of him pressed to you. You couldn’t help but beg for more.

Your eyes slipped shut as a gentle ‘please’ left your lips, along with a slightly smug smile. You were rewarded with a deep hum that vibrated his chest against yours as you felt his body drag against yours. Your sugar daddy could never said no to you. And who were you to each other but over indulgers?

“Kiss me.” you whispered.

Spread by your arms and legs, you sighed as you felt his breath hit your lips. You bit your lip as he gently kissed where he knew your clit was, before his fingers pressed to your lips and spread them wide, exposing your clit as it was pulled forward from behind your lips. A whimper escaped your mouth as another gentle, barely there brush of lips touched your bundle of nerves. That whimper turned into a gasp as you pushed against your shoulders, back arched as Lance unexpectedly sucked your clit between his teeth.

“Daddy!”

Almost cruelly, he let it slip out just between his teeth, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin making you feel like you’d just been struck by lightning.

He chuckled before he began to lap at your seam, his fingers spreading your lips as a whole now, your wet skin parting with a sound that made it very obvious how much you loved him eating you out.

“Needy, needy, needy.” He teased.

But how could you not be? It didn’t help that you’re usually sunny, easy going sugar daddy was an absolute intense lover. You had seen moments of it when he was going down on you, sometimes he’d get too excited and say things or do things to your kitty that had you cumming so fast. But now, it was like you’d peeled back his last layer, and he was finally showing you how he could take his time, how he wanted to get his full of you.

You knew he knew as well as you did that this would end with him finally inside of you. No more dry humping, just oral, or rubbing up against each other, this was it. No more waiting.

You moaned as he pushed his tongue in a little too far, your walls squeezed but stretch from his tongue. He seemed to like you loud, cause his hands clamped on your hip and he pressed his face up against your cunt and shoved his tongue into you. You mewled as his thick, wide, tongue drooled into your gushing center.

Lance moaned, suckling your entrance as he wiggled his tongue and curled it inside of you. You fought the overwhelming urge to grab him by his hair and haul him up to you so you could taste yourself in his mouth. You wanted more, you wanted to cum on your sugar daddy’s tongue.

“Ohhhhh, please, please, please.”

With your loud pleading, Lance doubled his efforts and it finally clicked in your brain that he liked hearing you, that all the times he’d made your thighs shake had been moments you talked.

“Oh, Daddy, make me cum.” You groaned, “I wanna cum on your tongue, make it feel so good.”

You cried out as he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you towards him so he could bury his face between your thighs. He moved his tongue in and out of you, sucking on your clit before shoving his tongue back where his cock would soon go. It drove you wild and your hand flew down to pull on his hair. Your thighs instinctually lifted and you rode his face as he pressed his mouth to you, the frantic humping of your hips making his nose nudge your clit, making your pleasure mount.

You screamed when your pleasure shattered through you, making your hips pulse as your back arched almost painfully. You whimpered when he suddenly pulled off your pussy, and two of his very large fingers sunk into your cunt, fucking you hard and quick, the squishing sounds of your wetness being stirred up made you cry out. He knew just how to curl his hands as your vision went white and your legs shook uncontrollably.

By the time you came to, you whimpered as he was still stirring up your pussy, slapping it with his palm as more of your juices splashed out of you.

“Messy girl.” he whispered as he pulled his fingers from you, making your thighs shake as you cried out.

“Hi, beautiful.”

He leaned back over you and kissed you gently, his lips barely pressed to yours, making your heart swell. But it wasn’t just your heart that felt swollen. You lifted your hand and grabbed his face to yours, pushing your tongue between his lips. You moaned as he giggled against your lips, taking in the way you sucked on his tongue and dragged your tongue around his.

He brushed his nose against yours, his voice no louder than a whisper, “What do you want?”

You opened your eyes, looking right at him, “You.”

“You have me.” He told you softly, bumping your nose again with his to make you giggle.

He leaned back on his knees and gestured to his lap, “I’m covered in you.”

You smiled slyly as you took in his soaked lap. His briefs were black, but they were obviously wet, the whole front was splashed darker from your orgasm.

“Is that from me or you?” you teased.

Lance shook his head as he laid next to you and lifted his hips to drag his underwear off. Thrown to the other side of the room, he leaned his head back against the pillows and sighed as his hand came down to wrap around himself. He played with himself as his closed eyes stayed facing the ceiling.

You watched entranced as he touched himself, until he spoke.

“Angel,” he turned his head toward you, “can I have you?”

You felt your eyes get glossy as a small smile pulled at the way he could make something so dirty sound so sweet. You nodded as you wordlessly climbed on top of him, too eager to suck him off. You knew he didn’t need anyway.

Looking up at you, Lance leaned up as you climbed on top of his lap. Wrapping an arm around your waist, you held his face in your hands. Looking into his patient, kind eyes had your heart swelling in your chest. You’ve never felt lust like this, a need to be connected with him, a want to be with him, for any other man before in your life.

“I love you.” you told him.

He leaned his forehead against yours as he smiled and shut his eyes, “I love you too.”

You basked in the moment of peace until you couldn’t ignore the buzzing of electricity between your pressed skin. Breathing in, you pulled your forehead from his so you could reach down between you. You ignored the way his breath quickened when you held him in your hand, and instead became breathless with him when you dragged the tip of him against you until you pushed him between your thighs.

Feeling him between your legs, his tip pressed so firmly to your entrance made you pause. A soft kiss to your jaw brought you back to attention as you carefully sunk down, the both of you clung to each other as you slowly but steadily connected. You relaxed and melted against Lance as you sunk as far as you could go, you inner thighs pressed to each side of his hips.

His arms were wrapped around you, one hand squeezed your hip while the other reached diagonal across your back to grasp the back of your shoulder blade.

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured against your skin.

You whimpered, rocking your hips to test how deep he was and how full you were with him. The absolute ecstasy of him inside of you made your hips pick up the pace and while you’d meant for this to be loving, you realized that this was what you needed. You needed this connection to him and you wanted him.

You wanted Lance.

And as much more than a sugar daddy, if your love profession that had been quickly reciprocated (swoon) had indicated.

“Wanted you for so long.” You whined, your hips bucking as you began to bounce yourself in his lap, your palms pressed to his chest.

“I waited for you, Angel.” he teased.

You made a bratty sound before you shoved his shoulders back with your weight, pinning him below you as you leaned over him. From this angle, you could ride him hard, snapping your hips down into his and fucking yourself with his cock while he stayed pinned beneath you. Plus it made your back arch dramatically, making a deeper, wetter slide. Coupled with your tits hanging in his face and making his cock jerk inside of your quivering pussy, you were almost ready to cum already.

You whimpered as you rode him, your legs wide underneath you as his hips dug into your soft inner thighs. You rode him harder, more turned on by the pleasurably pain of him being so closely pressed to you. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin made you whine as you chuckled deliriously and snapped your hips.

Underneath you, Lance groaned, “Oh, baby, slow down.”

“Can’t.” you whimpered.

Lance made a sound, and suddenly you were leaning back, your hands grasping his knees as his spread legs gave him leverage to plant his feet and thrust up into you. Bounced in his lap, his cock sunk into you over and over, the rougher ride helped by gravity and the pure strength in your lover’s lean body.

You almost fell back between his spread legs, your legs still bent and tucked on each side of his waist when you let out a loud yelp. You hummed as your pussy tightened around him, the spot he’d hit making you want to cry.

Your mind briefly went back to the first time you’d seen Lance’s dick, and how you knew the slight curve to the tip would hit exactly where you needed it to to see stars.

Trusting yourself and hungry for more, you pushed Lance’s knee so they spread more and then you did the one thing that made the most sense in the moment, you leaned back until your shoulders pressed to the mattress.

Bent backwards, Lance’s cock hit that spot over and over, and he moaned brokenly underneath you as you both felt the way you were quickly tumbling towards the edge. Leaning up, Lance sat up and pulled your legs straight before he grasped your hips in his hands. Fucking into you now, you withered and thrashed under him as you held on to the sheets. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your whole pelvis was contracting as you squeezed and milked Lance as the thick tip of his dick stayed pressed to that perfect stop on your upper wall.

“Come on, Angel, cum for me.” Lance pleaded breathlessly.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, the pulse in his pelvis against you a telltale sign that your own pleasure was giving him his.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let your toes curl, your mouth opening with a loud gasp before a silent scream left your parted lips. Your body tightened, and you heard Lance’s choked off moan before his hips were planted against your thighs, his cock twitching inside you as you were finally filled with his cum.

“Ohhhh,” you whimpered as you tried to breathe, your body still so tight.

You cried out as Lance suddenly shifted and leaned over you, the both of you groaning as he was pushed deeper into you as he laid on top of you between your spread thighs.

“I love you, Angel, I love you.” He muttered into your neck.

“I love you too.” You answered truthfully.

#w #hoe fairy #ls #sugababy!fic #ITS BACKKKKK #and its what we've all been waiting for #don't worry sex marathon is coming in part 12.5 #slutty sunday #sugababy!fic au

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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Bad timing part.2 | tom holland x fem!reader

part.1

Summary: Tom stake to his words. In fact, since the viagra incident, your life was in a constant loop of teasing and frustration. But the torture ended when the boy finally asked you to marry him. Joy and happiness overwhelmed you, but you couldn’t help asking yourself a single question: what will happen during your honeymoon?

Warnings: language, sexual teasing/tension, SMUT including romantic first time sex fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) and sooo much more, oh and fluff too obviously!

Word Count: 5228

A/N: you cheeky beauts 😏... so many of you asked for a part2 whaaaat!! I think I’ve left you guys a bit frustrated, am I right? 😜 so I tried to please everyone bc you all gave me ideas and stuff, so it’s a mix of everything I guess? 👀 as originally requested by @photoshopart15 but also as a general demand, here it is! hope you will enjoy it as much as the first one, you cheeky beasts 😉✨ did I enjoy writing it too much? judging by the word count... HECK YES 🙈

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Tom is a kind and well-mannered man, always putting the others before himself. You knew that since day one. And when he had a precise idea in mind, boy does he keeps his words until he goes fully through it.

After the viagra incident Tom was teasing you any time he had the chance, to the point you would have to lock yourself into a room or just go out by yourself to calm down. You have never been so fuzzy, your whole face starting to keep the blushing aspect. Any occasion was an excuse to push you at your limits. And he loved it. But you kind of got used to it by the time and well, and learnt to live with it.

Then came the day Tom proposed to you.

And later came the weeding.

"I do."

You remember saying these two special words during the ceremony. Exchanging vows with your loved one surrounded by the people who are precious to you both is just how you imagined that day. Beautiful yet intimate, with little extravaganza touches from Tom.

The best day of your life.

The sun begins to set little by little, letting behind it an orange-reddish sky before it disappears below the horizon. Some rays still light the bedroom you actually are. The peaceful roll of the waves running aground the shore livens up the surrounding, sometimes followed by tropical birds’ cries. Calm. Total serenity. And relaxing, just what you needed.

For your honeymoon, Tom booked a villa on stilts in the Maldives for three weeks. You arrived a few hours ago, slightly bitten up by the jet lag but more than happy to be finally there. No one around but you and the beach of the island at five minutes by boat. You are totally living the dream.

As the weather has nothing to do with London at the moment, you just wear a simple top and some sport shorts. Your hair put into a messy bun, you lay on your stomach on the king size bed that is at the perfect place to watch the sunset. Right in front of it, the patio door widely open to this magnificent scenery and the last ray warming up your exposed skin. Phone in hands, you scroll through it as Harry already sent you the first pictures he took of the wedding.

You couldn’t suppress the smile on your face. Both you and Tom had bright smiles on the photographs, sometimes with teary eyes due to emotion but still radiating happiness and love for each other.

A new chapter of your life just started and you can’t wait to see where it will take you with the man you love.

Speak of the devil, you notice now that the running water coming from the bathroom stops. Just like the humming from inside. Another two minutes later, the wooden door opens to reveal your newly husband freshly exiting the bathroom, only wearing a boxer tight around everything his hips and hair still wet. And to think that he can look hot with and without clothes... and that he is now officially yours.

You hear his steps on the creaking parquet as he approaches your shared bed and look over your shoulder. Then the bed dips from the weight of his body next to you.

"Looks like Harry did a great job with the pictures, right?"

Tom’s hot breath is next to your ear as he speaks, sending you chills over your body. When you turn slightly your head towards him, his face is close to yours that you can feel the heat coming from him. His eyes look lovingly at the picture you stopped on: both of you sharing a kiss after your vows.

“The pictures are beautiful, indeed” you reply in a whisper, eyes back on your phone.

You feel him leave a kiss on top of your exposed shoulder, his lips warm from his previous shower. He then put his chin on the nap of your neck, getting closer as if searching for more closeness, his still wet torso against half your back.

“I want to frame that one when we go back home” Tom adds while putting one hand over yours which holds the phone.

Your heart is thumping from many emotions rushing through your mind and body. You sure feel blessed to be now married to this young man you knew since your young age, not to forget how attracted you are to each other. Yet the incident of “that day” still remains fresh in the back of your head.

But you were a newly married couple now so why would you be frighten or self-conscious about... what has to come? That is right, you have no reason to be scared. Not at all.

You lock your phone and let it fall on the soft sheets. Your hands still linked, you now intertwine your fingers with his as you kiss his cheek then repeat the action a few times, a bit slower and lips never leaving his skin. Tom slightly pulls away turning his head to look at your face, admiring the gleam in your eyes that are like an open book to him.

In a light motion Tom pushes your upper body to make you turn on your back. After biting his lips to hide a smirk, he slides closer to you and both of you roll on the bed followed by giggles. Now wrapping his strong arms around your frame, Tom hugs you tightly against his chest.

“My beautiful wife...” he mumbled, pressing the tip of his nose into the tresses of your hair. “... Mrs. Holland.”

The last statement makes you heart thump heavily, cheeks starting to redden.

“I love you, Tom, so much” you whisper, answering the unspoken way his heart relayed just how much he loves you as well.

A giggle escapes your lips when he huffs a hot breath against the rim of your ear squeezing you even tighter in his arms before finally relaxing into a soft cuddle. Sliding one of your arms around his back, you snuggle into his frame trying to be as close to his body as possible so he can be enveloped by your warmth and body heat.

Then Tom shifts just a bit placing his hand on your cheek, getting you to tilt your head up where he admires the shade and gleam of your beautiful eyes before pulling you to meet his lips. Instantly your body melts under the gentle and warm sway of his kiss, that feels soft and sweet like the perfect flavour of ice cream.

The moment Tom pulls away your eyes flutter hazily, telling him you want another with the soft way you whisper his name.

"Someone’s needy..."

Not trying to hide his smirk anymore, the man is more than happy to give you all the kisses you could ever want as he leans down again meeting your lips in the middle. One more kiss turns into many, as one of your hands glide into his wild brown hair. Your eyes soften, parting your lips when his tongue slides over your top lip wanting to make the kisses more steamy.

The heated sway of his slick muscle laps around your own slowly and sensually coating it with his saliva, letting you become enthralled and overwhelmed so much by his passion that a small murmur of a moan hazes into his lips.

"Mmh, I can never get enough of the way you taste" Tom mutters the moment he pulls away licking his lips, noting the thin trail of saliva connecting you together.

He then trails the edge of his lips down your neck while placing soft enticing feather-like kisses.

“What do you say about me marking this gorgeous body of yours?” he rasps, letting the heat of his breath haze against your skin and picks a soft patch to suck on.

It takes you a moment to realise he is indeed leaving you a hickey. Such a mark would not be the first one he has given you, but you always remind him to not make them too big and somewhere easy to hide. But today, you don’t want to impose him any restriction.

And that is when you feel some kind of pressure... between your legs. More precisely against your core. You let out a high pitch squeal when the steady pressure evolves into back and forth moves. You can’t stop a few moans escaping from your mouth at the feeling, Tom’s hips in total rythme with his sucking.

Your body arches more into his, letting him have complete access to your neck. Tom slides his tongue up and down, sucking and swirling his muscle till a deep purple love bite is forming against your skin, right on the side of your collarbone. Only then does he pull away to admire his handy work.

A tingle slides through your body as he uses a few of his fingers to caress over your love bruise, as if he could feel how warm and pulsating your skin and heart are. Short-winded and almost sweating, your eyes still blurry with what just happened, and definitely wet down there. A total reminder of the “incident”.

Then you see it. His huge deadly smirk, staring at you so deep as he perfectly knows what he is doing to you.

And without a word Tom stands up from over you and the bed, passing his finger through his now dry curls as he starts walking towards his luggage on the other side of the room.

“Alright, a boat’s gonna take us to the restaurant of the island for 7pm so let’s get ready.”

And the man just leaves you still on the bed to go change into the bathroom. You roll onto your side, breath still short while squeezing your thighs together to find some relieve.

That. Fucking. Bastard.

* * * *

Fortunately, the delicious food and tasty cocktails appeased your infuriated more like frustrated state from earlier. You were not THAT mad at Tom... but still. Since you left the villa to have dinner on the beach, you never felt so tensed. You tried your best to not show your husband bad attitude because first, he doesn’t deserve any of it and two... There is no other reason, actually.

You racked your brains all evening. You knew you were ready, and that is why you mostly welcomed Tom into your shared steamy embrace. And it all stopped abruptly like he did every times since the viagra incident. But now, you were married so why does he keep playing that hell of a teasing game?

So you kept your composure as much as you could, even when Tom tried to be touchy-feely. Each time both your skins made contact, it surprised you to the point Tom started wondering if you were alright. But you still managed to conceal your weird behaviour to him.

But he still noticed something was on.

* * * *

You are finally back to the villa. Tom gentlemanly helps you to get out of the little boat, not without nearly falling into the sea as doing so. At least, his usual goofy self always brings a smile on your face. Tom opens the door to let you in first, and you thank him as you do.

Entering the house you stop when you notice the inside plunged into complete darkness, but with candles lighten up here and there. In the air flutters a calming perfume of tropical flower, just enough to mix with the salty perfume of the sea. And at your feet are spread flowers petals as if creating a path to lead you somewhere.

“You like it?” Tom whispers in you ears, giving you the chills.

“T-That’s really pretty, but why-”

“Shh, you will see, princess.”

Before you can finish your sentence, Tom’s hands gently press onto your hips and he slowly pushes you to make you walk. As he walks you through the dark villa - and banging into some furnitures on the way which makes you laugh again, you now are able to guess where he takes you.

Tom then stops you in front of the familiar wooden door to open it, and before your eyes is a nicely arranged the big bathroom with the same lighted candles around the bathtub already filled up with water and petals. But what takes your breath away may for sure be the beautiful view from the patio window on which the bathtub is placed against. You can still hear and see the sea waves in the darkness of the night, but in the distance you can make out some lights coming from the next door island. There are actually curtains on both sides of the window, slightly closed to keep some intimacy but still a bit see-through.

A bright blush decorates your cheeks at all the display as suddenly tones of intimate thoughts crosse your mind.

“As cliché as it sounds, I always wanted to take a bath together. And now that we are married...” Tom interrupts himself to slide his arms around your hips, as you take a breath and lean back against his chest.

“Well now that we are married, I wanted to try it with you. Do you want too?” He murmures with his suave voice, placing a soft kiss against your slender neck as you nod your head.

“Y-You also brought some champagne, as I see” you notice, still overwhelmed in the warm embrace of your lover.

The bottle in an ice bucket and two flutes glasses are nicely presented on a wooden coffee table next to the bath. Tom nods against your cheek, leaving another kiss there. With a pounding heart you nuzzle your face against his, feeling his smooth face on your lips and his natural scent filling your nostrils.

"Can I undress you? Or we can undress each other? Piece... by... piece..." Tom places a kiss after each word, making you feel all warm and tingly as he then trails his hands down your hips and massages your thighs under the summer dress you decided to wear tonight.

"Ah... I like the sound of that. Can I go first, please?" you shyly ask, looking at him through your long eyelashes.

After moving you to the center of the bathroom, Tom turns your body around to face him and agrees to your demand. He is unsurprised when you start unbuttoning his stripped white and lavender shirt. Letting it fall at his feet, he takes his cue and bends down to his knees, running his hands up and down both your legs up under your dress.

You can't take your eyes off his sleek and sculptured chest muscles. Your fingers wander along his neck to then stop on his broad shoulders.

Smirking at your focused eyes Tom takes the edge of your dress to pull it up your hips, your thighs finally at his mercy. As he purposefully has a gander at your black coloured panties, he gives both your thighs a nice warm kiss and then stands up while tugging your dress upend off your entire body.

A pant full of desire escapes your lips so Tom takes a little initiative and grabs your hand to place it on the front of his darted white pants, encouraging you to unbutton and slide the zipper down. Which you do after a few seconds of looking into his lustful brown eyes, pushing at the waistband before the material gladly slips down his long legs and pools around his ankles.

He kicks his pants away before encouraging you to approach him closer. But you stop him and with trembling hands, you slowly unclasp your bra, not daring to look directly at Tom as your cheeks keep flushing.

His tongue licks his bottom lip admiring the outline of your breasts coming into view. Tom thought you would be a little reluctant to completely undress in front of each other, even if he has seen your gorgeous curves before but you surprise him by taking the first step yourself.

With blushy cheeks, you still hide your almost exposed tits with an arm. Tom can't help himself when he steps up to your body and presses your bare chests together, meeting you in the middle for a kiss. The feeling of your soft breasts is a complete and utter turn on for him, as his hands began to gently explore your body a little by caressing around your hips and down your back before dipping one into the back of your panties to give your bottom a nice squeeze.

A moan of his name hazes into his mouth as you wrap both your hands around his rippling back muscles, while you can feel him greedily wanting to pull down your last remaining article of clothing.

But you feel he doesn’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to. Or maybe... will Tom actually interrupt everything like before dinner? That would be even worse, just by analysing the current situation you are in. Despite being a little jittery with tones of questions in mind, your own hands slide down his hips and push at his boxers, blushing at the way they easily slide down his legs lower on his v-line.

"Adventurous, little missy?” Tom teasingly rasps when you can't help but fully eye his now well endowed manhood for the first time.

It is not surprising that you stutter out an answer and tilt your face away, but it gives him a moment to caress down your stomach and grip the waistband of your panties and lower them leaving you both equally naked.

Your hands shake with embarrassment but since Tom is not hiding himself, you try to adapt some of his courage and allow the man you love to have an unhindered view of your body that he has desired for so long. And he takes full advantage of bouncing his eyes up and down with zero shame.

"Dammit baby, have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are?" he groans softly in defeat, nestling his face in your neck.

A smile slides up your lips as you whisper you feel the exact same way, causing him to face you again and cup both of your cheeks for a nice warm kiss. Once you part, he leads the way into the tub which is delightfully warm enough and encourages you to sit between his legs.

At first you are still a bit shy about that but don't really have a choice as you both slide down and sit in the water. Your heartbeat is thundering, which doesn’t help the fact you can properly feel the shape of his cock against the bottom of your ass. It is way too late to shy away now. Tom is indeed hard, clearly turned on from having his naked wife in his arms for the first time. Leaning forward, he gives the nape of your neck a warm and sensual kiss while both of his hands caress up and down your now soaked legs.

"Mhm, Tom... Y-you can touch me..." you murmur to him leaning back and allowing him more access to your neck, which he takes advantage of with many more kisses and several gentle nibbles, enjoying your flavour.

"Where would you like me to touch you, gorgeous?"

Taking a breath, your hands slide under the water and grab both his, placing them against your breasts. Your matching golden rings make contact and instantly, Tom starts slowly and sensually groping them, earning some very satisfying skin tingling moans of his name from your perfectly pink lips.

"You make my mind so hazy, Tom... All the damn time" you whisper between light moans, his large hands making wonders.

Deciding to explore another part of your body, his fingers pet down your stomach and edge your legs further apart before gliding down the womanly outline of your slit.

"A-ah, Tom...!" you whimper out of surprise, but his touch is slow and sensual and it assures you he just wants to make you feel good.

When your body starts to relax, Tom continues his soft pleasuring of your lower lips, while still squeezing one of your breasts and kissing both your neck and shoulder several times. The moment he curls one digit between your warm folds, your entire body spasms with waves of foreign pleasure.

You begin panting, as if showcasing how unprepared you were for this sensation. But he calms you down using his free hand to push your cheek to meet his lips while he works a slow rhythm of back and forth. Quickly, the curl and sway of his slender digit starts to feel utterly amazing so he slowly adds a second one, making you moan of pleasure.

“O-oh, Tom! I-It feels so good!”

Tom grins as he nips at your neck to feel the vibrations of your mewls of delight, while he notes the subtle difference between the sticky sensation starting to warm his fingers and the water around. However after pleasuring you for awhile he pulls away and whispers into the rim of your ear, his desires to continue this in bed.

“(Y/n), I want you so fucking bad and I want to thoroughly enjoy you” Tom growls as he nibbles your lobe between his teeth, slightly tugging it.

It sounds almost desperate and what can you say? You were as much desperate as he is right now, so you have no intention of denying him after coming this far. You prove your husband how deeply in love you are with him by turning in his lap, wrapping both hands around his neck and deeply kissing him.

Using his amazing upper body strength to pick you up bridal style, he lets the water thoroughly drip from both your bodies before taking careful steps out of the tub. Thankfully, there is a rug on the floor so he doesn't slip or slide as he rests your butt down against the sink.

You smile at him with soft pink cheeks as he tries to dry you off a bit. But it is pretty much a lost cause since Tom just admires your body for the most part. He uses another towel to dry himself off a little before being very direct with the way he pushes apart your knees and picks you back up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his back and making you blush brightly as your hands cling to his broad shoulders.

The next thing you know, your back is laying against the soft mattress where he instantly starts some very sensual kisses. Starting with your lips and working down to your neck, eventually claiming one of your soft nipples.

"Mhm Tom, I love your kisses so much" you practically purr to him, unable to do much but run your hands through his brown locks and down just a bit of his smooth back muscles. Honestly, you are kind of grateful for his hungry desire to take the lead, as the way he is sucking and licking between both of your breasts just feels sensational.

His coffee orbs glance up as he lets go of one of your tits with a juicy pop and notes your closed eyes and relaxed features, finding it a nice time to go further south. He places soft kisses down your bellybutton, which let you know where he is going but you assure yourself you are okay as long as it is him.

With a lift of your leg, his eyes graze over the intimate pink outline of your womanhood, but he doesn't go towards your sex right away. His lips kiss softy at your inner thigh, bringing tingles up your spine as you find his slowness and need to appreciate all your body romantic and endearing.

"Your skin is so damn soft... And your smell is driving me crazy" Tom growls again, gliding his tongue up as he eases apart your knees until the tip of his wet muscle laps over the middle of your slit before instantaneously turning it into the most intimate French kiss you could ever imagine.

"O-oh! K-kissing me right there... i-is strange...!" you shyly murmur, gripping both of your hands against the sheets. But soon all you can think of is the enthralling sensation of his tongue as he thoroughly slides between your folds and thrusts back and forth, turning you into a moaning and mewling mess.

One of your hands finds its way into the back of his hair, where you give a few tugs in the throws of your pleasure. In turn both of his hand glide up your hips to keep you in place, while he continued to eat you out like one of the best meals he ever had in ages.

At this point, you are not sure if you are being loud or too quiet anymore, but the answer doesn’t really matter as the passionate sway of his tongue is talented enough to have the oddest sensation warming the pit of your stomach. But you don’t have the time to ask him because you are experiencing your very first orgasm.

"H-hah, fuck... You taste amazing, baby" Tom husks as he pulls back to lick the slick sweet essence of your arousal from his lips. He then wipes off the bottom of his chin before rising above your body to caress one of his hands against your cheek and give you a hasty kiss that lets you taste yourself.

“Oh Tom, I love you so much" you mutter during his flavourful kisses when suddenly, you can clearly feel the tip of his cock poking against your inner thigh.

"I love you too, so much” Tom kisses your lips a last time. “Ready to enjoy the ride, my beautiful wife?”

And as words are about to leave your mouth, Tom moves his face closer to you ear.

“And no need for me to take any blue pill, right?”

He for sure means it to sound like a tease. At a time like that. Well, it wouldn’t be Tom if he didn't remind you of the day you non-naturally made him excited because he was being such a brat. And remembering it right now is even worse, judging by the redness of your cheeks.

“S-Stop with that- aah!”

Yet again he does’t let you speak fully as his hips slide up to press the tip of his cock at your entrance. Griping both hands against your own, he fills you to the brim with his girth in a slow but smooth thrust.

"Ah-mhm... Ooh, Tom" you mumble of slight discomfort but you quickly assure your husband it doesn’t specially hurt too much, just feels sensational and unbearably tight at the same time.

He kisses your neck and lets you know you could claw or squeeze him as necessary if you feel any pain, which has you smiling and returning a peck to his cheek and another to his neck nuzzling him like a kitten.

"You can move Tommy, I'm okay..." you whisper into his ear, pulling back to meet his eyes where he most certainly doesn’t need to be told twice as hearing you use that particular nickname makes his stomach flip.

So he eases his hips backwards only to slap forward hard enough for you to toss your head and yelp out his name in a moan.

“Ah! Tommy!”

You feel him rock the most dizzying rhythm into your body that it has you squeezing his shoulders and moaning his name on harmonious repeat. That was the sexiest tune he has heard in his entire life. The sound of your voice and the pleasured look in your eyes feeding his desire all the more, as he thrusts his hips back and forth and then growls like an animal about how tight you are squeezing him.

"S-shit, I can feel how wet you are baby... Practically dripping all over my cock" he rasps while biting warmly at the side of your neck, to give you a mixture of possessive teeth marks and bright purple hickey.

You can’t even muster a reply as he picks up your legs and slides his warm strong hands under your ass to ensure he could pick up his pace to fuck you faster and deeper. Which you doesn’t seem to mind because your hand squeeze his sweaty back, and get off on both the pleasure and the sweet smell coming from his body.

He smirks before sharply claiming your lips, thrashing his hips back and forth and sloshing your juices that lets you know he wasn’t lying before when he said you were wet. That along with the accompanying smell of raunchy sex has your mind become so overly dizzy and hazy that you can barely concentrate.

His hips become sloppy with his desperation and you completely understand that feeling as you cling to him, even dragging a few of your nails down his back not really out of any pain but more so the intense sensation tightening in the pit of your stomach. With a few more hard and deep thrusts that rock both your bodies in perfect unison, Tom presses deeply into your tight pulsating folds allowing you both to achieve release simultaneously.

One hell of scream leaps from your vocal chords as the most vision blurring orgasm of the night sways through your system. Slowly Tom eases your bottom back down to the mattress since he has sort of propped up your lower body for those few aggressive minutes.

When coming back to his senses, Tom pulls out of your core causing you to hiss from the loss of being so full. He pants almost as heavily as you and after proudly and hungrily admiring both your mixed juices coming out from your core, the man slides down tiredly next to your side.

"How... do you feel, gorgeous?" he huffs, taking a few deep breaths as lazily bringing an arm around your frame to keep you close to his sweaty frame.

"I... f-feel a bit tired... but also good, really good..." you smile to him, cuddling closer and placing a kiss against the middle of his chest before snuggling your cheek against his soft and warm skin.

He sighs in relief, not voicing how he thought he was being a bit rougher than he meant to be, but instead runs one of his hands down the middle of your back in a soft soothing petting motion.

“Damn, the champagne!” Tom suddenly shouts out of nowhere, startling you a bit.

Tom reluctantly detaches from you, not without a sloppy kiss and stil butt naked, he runs back into the bathroom and comes back with the bottle in one hand and the flutes on the other. You also notice a small towel hanging on his shoulder, probably to clean you both from your previous activity.

You giggle at him, smiling warmly letting the thumping of his heart lull you as you finally share a glass of champagne, still naked and bodies tangled together and into the soft sheets. Both of you hold each other tightly, letting each other’s heat warm your bodies and just keep chatting until your eyelids feel too heavy to stay open.

Life sure feels great.

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The Spare Chapter One: Maldives

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; some language

Characters/Pairings in this part: Liam x MC; mentions of Liam x OC; Leo x Madeleine; Drake; Maxwell

Word count: 3,286(+/-) Future chapters will hopefully not be this long.

A/N: Some characters belong to Pixelberry.

Tags: If you would like to be added or removed please let me know. Only tagging those that specifically asked for permatag.

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“Are you ready for this Brother? You know if you want to back out now, the jet is ready just in case.”

Leo smirked at his younger brother. “ My brother, the cynic. I love her Li and I know one day you’ll find someone. You have to let what Maria did to you go.” Liam rolled his eyes.

Two hours later they arrived at the cathedral. It was the royal wedding of the century. Leo and Madeleine were the epitome of royalty. The country couldn’t have been more proud for the reigning monarch and his new Queen. The reception followed the ceremony and the happy couple danced the night away without a care in the world.

King Leonardo and Queen Madeline were set for their month long honeymoon while Liam handled the country.

“Listen little brother, if you need anything ask Dad or Regina before you call us. We have a duty to produce an heir and I fully intend on making that happen.” Leo winked at Madeleine. “Liam, don’t hesitate to call.” She rolled her eyes at her husband. “The King here is getting a little ahead of himself, I think.” “Don’t worry about a thing while you're gone.” Liam kissed Madeleine on the cheek and shook Leo’s hand. “Enjoy marital bliss lovebirds, don’t worry about a thing stateside.”

It was smooth sailing running the country while the King and Queen were away. Liam worked with Constantine to secure Cordonia’a place in the UN. He also managed to get Leo an entrance in the International Trade Exchange. After the royal couples homecoming ball Liam and Leo sat in Leo’s study with a tumbler of scotch in each of their hands. “Thanks for everything you have done, Li.” “That’s what I am here for, Your Majesty” Liam said, with a sarcastic grin. “Sometimes I hate this shit but Madeleine loves it and I love her.” Leo shrugged. “Any news on an heir yet?” Liam asked, as he sipped his drink. “No, we decided to wait a while. Adjust to our positions. What about you? You ready to get back out there?” “Where is out there? I’m good where I’m at.” Liam said, smoothly but he knew he wasn’t fooling his older brother. “Oh here Li, Maddie booked you a villa in the Maldives for a week as a thank you. Take it, blow off some steam. Maybe you’ll meet someone.” “I wish you all would get off my damn back. I’m the spare. Who cares if I’m single? Between you, Connie, Regina and Max, I can’t get a minutes of fucking peace. I’m glad you married Maddie. She’s the only on that doesn’t give a fuck. Learn something from her.” Liam snapped, “I’ll take the vacation, but only the get the fuck away from here.” “Stop being so emotional Li, we just worry about you.”

A month later, Liam boarded the royal jet destined for South Asia. He decided to take the trip alone with no security detail. The time away from everyone he felt would give him some perspective over where his life was headed. He was the spare after all. Not much was expected of him except to show up when needed. He wasn’t needed to run a country. He couldn’t choose any job he wanted, he was still a figurehead of the Royal family. He didn’t even have a girlfriend.

“My son, I do hope you find a woman worthy of you soon. You may not be king, but its always beneficial to the stability of the monarchy to establish heirs.” Constantine’s words played on repeat in the back of Liam’s mind.

“Sir, sir, we’ve arrived.” Liam woke to the attendant shaking him awake. Liam departed the jet and headed to his private villa. Good taste Maddie. The Maldives was quiet this time of year. Not many tourists which Liam was excited about. He wanted time alone. His villa was the most secluded. No one would be bothering him, he hoped. The villa was a large one bedroom bungalow with a glass bottom floor. He could see straight to the bottom of the crystal clear water below. Liam got settled in and decided to stay in and relax with a glass of scotch and a book George Orwell’s 1984.

Tap Tap Tap

What the fuck was that? Liam sat up. He was dozing off, the sun outside was setting. He looked down.

Who the fuck is that?

A girl was tapping on the glass floor beneath him. She was in a light blue string bikini with scuba gear strapped to her.

Tap Tap Tap she tapped more frantically.

She pointed to the hatch directing him to open it. He ran over and opened it and she climbed out. She took the regulator out of her mouth and unzipped her vest. “Ugh sorry. I was following a fish and got stuck. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Camilla. Most call me Cami.” She stuck out her free hand for a handshake. Liam just stood in place frozen. He couldn’t move or speak.

This is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! What did she say her name was? Camilla? Say something you idiot!!

“Ummm okay.. I’ll go. I’m only further down the beach. It’s okay if I use the front door?” Liam nodded his head, still unable to speak. Cami started towards the door. “Wait, I’m sorry, I’m Liam. I just didn’t expect to see someone, so beaut… coming through my floor” he ran to open the door for her. “Here I’ll carry that for you.” He reached for her oxygen tank. “No no I got it.” “It’s the least I can do for my rudeness. Are you within walking distance or we can drive?” “Walking is fine, as long as that’s not too heavy for you?” Cami winked and pointed to her vest in his hand. Liam laughed nervously unsure of what to say. “Lead the way, Camilla.” Cami felt a tingle down her spine at the way her name fell off his full lips. “So, Liam? Right?,” he nodded his head, “what brings you to the Maldives, business or pleasure?” “Neither really, relaxation, alone time, what about you? Are you a local?” “Local?,” she laughed, “I wish, no I am here for R&R like you. Alone time? You’re on vacation alone?” “Yep, just me. That weird huh?” They made it to her bungalow. Six bungalows. Liam thought to himself. “Well this is me” Cami said as they stood at the end of the bridge that led to her front door. “Cami, where have you been?” a girl that looked strikingly like the one standing in front Liam. “Sorry that’s my sister,” Cami whispered to Liam, “I’ll be there in a minute Ans.” Ansley didn’t listen. She came striding right next to Cami. “Who is this?” Ansley asked out loud. She looked Liam up and down. “He’s cute, look at this chiseled abs Cam, mhmm..” “You’re engaged stupid. Go inside.” Cami snapped at her sister. “I’m sorry Liam, you’ll have to excuse my overzealous twin sister.” “Oh it’s fine, she likes my abs. Maybe I should be shirtless more often,” Liam winked at Ansley. “Oh my God, Cam if you don’t kiss him I will.” “Go the fuck inside, Ansley.” Cam whispered, her face turning bright red. Ansley laughed and went back inside. “Well, thanks for not letting me drown earlier, I’ll see ya around Liam.” Cami went to grab her stuff and go inside, but without thinking Liam pulled her into a soft kiss. Cami pulled away. “Umm thanks bye.” She ran inside leaving Liam standing at the end of the bridge.

“Shut up Ansley. Do not say a fucking word.” Cami slammed the door to her room. She threw herself down on the bed. Her world felt like it was spinning. She couldn't help but think how soft and sensual the kiss was. She had never felt anything like it.

Liam walked home alone with his thoughts. His hands dug into his pockets as flip flops kicked up the sand behind him. He headed towards the beach to clear his thoughts. He didn’t know what took over his body when he kissed Cami but whatever it was he liked it. The way she tasted, mint mixed with salt of the ocean, and slight smell of coconuts in her hair. He sat on the beach and listened to the waves. It had been nearly 5 years since Maria had broken his heart. He closed himself off after that. He decided being alone was easier than getting hurt. There was an instant connection with Cami. He couldn’t deny the electricity between them. Liam called it a night and headed back to his bungalow. He checked his phone. No new messages. He laid on the bed with a thud, flicked the light off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Bang Bang Bang “Liammmm are youuuu in there?” Bang Bang Bang

Liam rolled over with a groan and checked his phone. 3:17am

Bang Bang “Open Uppp”

“Who is it? It’s three o’clock in the morning!” Liam yelled. He climbed out of bed and stumbled to the door still groggy from sleep. “Cami?” He said, completely alert at the sight of her. “Heyyyy Liiiiaamm.” Cami slurred, “Can I come in?” “Are you drunk Cami?” She pulled a bottle of champagne she was holding behind her back and handed it to him. “Want some?” She asked, leaning against the door frame. “Sure. Come in.” He ushered her inside and to the large sofa. He grabbed a water for Cami and poured himself a glass of the champagne she brought. “Maybe have some water first.” He handed her the bottle. “So what’s bring you over?” “That kiss.. I thought we could.. try it again..?” Liam looked up. She crashed her lips onto his. She forced his lips apart and into his mouth. The electricity radiated from their bodies. Liam fisted her blonde locks with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her on his lap. Liam picked Cami up as she wrapped her toned, sun kissed legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back, their kiss never breaking. Cami ran her fingers down the elastic of his boxers. “Wait Cami, we shouldn’t. You’re drunk.” Cami knew he was right. Liam rolled on his side next to her. He kissed her on the forehead and wrapped his arm around her. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Mmm.. moist.. tight.. Liam woke from his dream. He still felt the sensations he was feeling while he was asleep. “Fuck Cami” he moaned. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his growing cock. She licked the beads of precum. Liam pulled the sheet off so he could watch her work his member. She looked him in the eyes as she took him all the way down her throat. Liam had never been so turned on. “Come here. It’s my turn.” Liam pulled her up and kissed her passionately as he rolled her to her back. He kissed and nipped at her already peaked nipples. He nipped her hip bones and sucked leaving his masks behind. He slid a finger through her moist folds. He brought his mouth to her bundle of nerves. Cami almost leaped off the bed at the feel of his tongue swirling her clit. He continued the lashing of her clit and pushed a finger inside. He pumped in and out curling his finger against her most sensitive spot. He could feel her let go at the pleasure of his fingers. He climbed back up hovering above her on his elbows and kissed her until her lips were swollen and bruised. He grabbed a condom out of the night stand drawer. “Let me,” Cami said seductively. She leaned forward and unrolled the condom to the base of his length. “Fuck you make not want to to wear this, I want you so much Camilla.” He lined himself up with her dripping center. He thrust deep and slow and allowed her to adjust. He groaned at how tight she felt around him. She wrapped her legs around and rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked as he thrust inside her. He felt her walls start to flutter the harder he thrust inside her. “Cum for me Camilla” his words were all it took for her to come completely undone. She screamed his name as his thrusts became more frantic. He gripped her hips digging his fingers into her skin as he erupted inside her. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as pulled himself out of her. He laid next to her and pulled her into his arms. Neither one of them could find the words to say.

“I leave in a week.” Cami finally broke the silence. “Me too” Liam whispered, “Spend the week with me.” “Okay. My sister is leaving early. Wedding emergency.”

They spent the next week enjoying each other. They learned everything they could about each other. Liam told her about his family in Cordonia. His brother and his wife. His father's retirement. She told him about Graduate School and the pressures she was facing from her family over choosing a job. When they weren’t talking they were learning everything they could about each other’s bodies. Kisses, licks, bits, moans and screams.

Six days later after spending the night exploring each other, Liam and Camilla laid in on the glass floor completely naked looking down at the fish below. “Stay one more week with me, Cam” Liam whispered. “I already extended my trip, but it’s just one more week and I have to go,” Liam pulled her into his arms,“Every second with you is everything, you are everything, go on a date with me?” “Okay. But our dinner options may be limited due to the isolated island.” She spoke softly. “Leave it to me my love.” Liam felt her body tense at her words. He didn’t know why he said it. Oh my God it’s been a week you idiot! He screamed in his head.

Cami woke the next morning to find Liam’s side of the bed empty and cold. She threw on Liam’s tshirt that was on the floor from the night before and headed to the kitchen. A note was leaned against the coffee pot full of freshly brewed coffee for her.

Hey Baby,

Enjoy your coffee & meet me at the beach.

-L

P.S.

Wear something you can get wet.

Camilla smiled and finished her coffee. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. She threw on an all white cheeky string bikini and a pair of Ray Bans and headed down to the beach. As she got closer to the beach she saw a large white tent set up with the the corners tied open. Liam was sitting on a thick blanket with pillows surrounding him and a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Liam?” Camilla whispered. Liam jumped up at the sound of her voice. Her voice was a siren song in his ears. “Hey Baby,” Liam leaned down and kissed Cami on the cheek, “join me?” They drank, ate, and laughed together. Cami felt herself falling. I love you, damn those three words, you leave in two days Cami. Get yourself together. “Liam, we need to talk.” She lowered her head avoiding eye contact. She knew if she looked in his eyes she would get lost, better yet she would drown in those deep pools of mysterious blue. “I leave in two days. I go back to reality on different ends of the Earth.” “I know Cam, we can try can’t we? I can visit New York, you can come to Cordonia.” “No Liam, it’ll never work. We both have obligations.” Liam lifted her head to meet her eyes. “Give me today tonight.” Liam kissed her so deeply it left her dizzy. They spent the rest of the night into the early morning making up for time they didn’t they had lost.

The day came for them to leave their tropical paradise and their love for the moment. Neither had spoken a word to each other. Neither finding the words. Cami sat on the bad after packing her suitcase. Her flight boarded in an hour. Liam’s flight didn’t leave until later that night. “Cami, can we stay in touch?” Liam sat next to Cami and laced his fingers through hers. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I just.. It’s time for me to go..” Cami stood up. Liam stood up and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not saying good-bye Liam,” she whispered as tears welled up in her eyes. “Then don’t say anything at all,” Liam wiped the tears away as they fell down her cheeks, “I”ll drive you the airport.” Liam lifted her into his arms and carried her to his black Range Rover parked in the parking lot near the villa entrance. Cami stared out the passenger window without saying a word. Liam held her hand in his lap tightly as he drove. He dreaded having to watch her board the plane not knowing whether he would ever see her again.

They pulled up to the tarmac and Liam jumped out and ran around the car to open the passenger door for Cami. Cami leaned forward and buried her head in her hands as the sobs took over. “Why is this so hard after only two weeks, Liam?” Liam pulled her hands from her face. “I don’t know. We will see each other again. I can feel it, my love.” She got out of the car and he wrapped her in one last kiss. A kiss filled with love and sadness. A kiss that made their world stop turning and everything around them melted away. Liam pulled away and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her nose like he was memorizing every inch of her features. “My love,” Cami interrupted Liam, “Don’t say it. Will you text me?” “Every day.” Liam watched as Cami boarded the plane. She waved before the plane doors shut. He watched as her plane took off and disappeared above the clouds. A familiar feeling he hadn’t felt in two weeks, what was almost a distant memory flooded him. Loneliness. She already felt like a figment of his imagination. Liam drove back to his bungalow to pack. He passed by Cami’s bungalow. An emptiness he didn’t recognize creeped into his heart. He walked into his bungalow and pulled out his phone. He needed someone to talk to. Someone to tell him what to do.

“Drake.. Ya it’s Li. Ya sorry I took off for two weeks without telling you.. Everything’s fine. I’ll be home tomorrow. So I’m calling because I met a girl..”

Liam told Drake everything about Cami. How they met and her sister. How they had an instant unexplainable connection. How he thought he was in love. How he thought she was the one. The One.

“Listen Li, Go after her. Don’t be a fucking idiot. I’ll be on the next flight to New York, ugh apparently Max too. Do you know where she lives?” Drake asked.

“I don’t even know her last name. She has a twin sister named Ansley and she’s graduating from Columbia Law next week. And she’s from Manhattan, New York. That’s kinda all I got. I have her number but I am sure she doesn’t want me chasing her down...”

“I’ll get Bas on it. I’m sure he has plenty of time since Maddie locked Leo down,” Drake laughed, “we’ll find her.”

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