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willows-escape · 9 months ago

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Carpe Diem - Musical!Erik x Reader

Pairing: Musical!Erik x Fem!Reader

Summary: You'd received possibly the worst news a high status woman could receive in their entire life time, and you had only one thought and one goal in mind. Erik had a different one.

Warnings: angst, forced marriage, a lot of crying, jealousy, uninformed consent (?), almost getting caught, oral (f and m receiving), finger sucking, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, crying during sex, forced mask reveal, mentions of murder, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping

Words: 9570

Notes: sorry this took so long, coursework's a pain in the ass and i've written and deleted what i've wanted to write so many times. i've written seven different stories at this point and rewritten them each at least three times. i decided to pull back all the complexity of what i was originally going for and ending up with this thing.

i tried to make the phantom more submissive because i know people wanted to read that but musical!erik just doesn't feel submissive to me, at least not in this kind of scenario. he's just too much of a control freak i feel and i think he would become more of a switch later into a relationship when he grows comfortable.

hopefully i don't take so long to write my next thing in future, and i pray i continue to improve in my writing skills lol.

You were in flight, your heart pounding a thunderous rhythm in your chest, matching the frenzied drumming of your feet against the opera house's ancient wooden floors. Every sinew in your body screamed in protest, yet you willed yourself to run faster, harder. The adrenaline coursing through your veins drowned out all thought, all reason, save for one - you have to get to the rooftop.

Your relentless fate was stealthily stalking you, icy tendrils of fear unfurling down your spine, as you envisioned the pitiless roots of destiny relentlessly chasing you, eager to entangle you within their remorseless clutches. The letter you gripped in your trembling hand was the harbinger of your impending doom, a chilling memento of the ominous vow you had once made.

As you turned the corner, your heart pounded in your chest as you darted up the flight of stairs towards the clandestine meeting point. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, matching the dusky sky's ethereal haze. As nightfall descended, it signalled the time when both of you could shed your public facades and bask in the tranquillity of each other's presence, shrouded in shadows and secrecy.

Every muscle in your thighs and calves screamed in protest, pleading for mercy as you drove yourself onward. You forced yourself through each step. As you pushed through the final barrier, the rooftop door swung open, revealing your destination. A gust of crisp, cold air met your face, a shocking contrast against the sweltering heat of your exertion. The sudden chill cut through the stifling humidity clinging to your skin, offering a brief, but sweet, respite.

"Erik? Erik, where are you?" you called out aimlessly, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

The tension of anticipation didn't linger long. Soon, the haunting familiarity of the black suit and porcelain mask punctuated your line of sight. A smile, so ignorant and blissful, graced his hidden face, while your own mirrored nothing but distress. As your eyes met, his smile faltered and a sense of panic ignited within his gaze.

"Has somebody hurt you?" The first conclusion came tumbling out of his lips as he rushed to stand in front of you, hands reaching out to caress your arms.

An onslaught of feelings of safety and security besieged you. The caress of his gentle touch, his sugar-coated words, and the purity of his love stood stark against the frigid future looming ahead - ice-cold eyes, indifferent touch, and a home that was nothing more than an glorified prison. Your vision blurred, as if submerged underwater, with briny tears carving trails down your icy cheeks. Your body convulsed with splutters and coughs, surrendering to the raw unravelling of your emotions.

"My dear, please, who did this to you?" His voice wavered, desperation tinging his plea. "I can't bare to see you like this," he confessed, his heart aching to draw you into his arms, to cocoon you in a protective embrace. Yet, his hands twitched with uncertainty, unaccustomed to offering unbidden comfort and tormented by the fear of making the wrong choice.

Struggling, you gasped for the words that seemed to evade your grasp. Finally, in a pitiful whimper, you managed to choke out the truth, "My father. It's my father."

"He has hurt you?" His words, taut with restrained fury, barely managed to mask the cataclysmic rage broiling within his core. His eyes flamed with the intensity of a thousand suns, pledging an unspoken oath that he would move heavens and earth to guard you from any harm. He would not let this happen again, his earlier leniency was a mistake he wouldn't repeat.

"No... well, yes, sort of," you stammered, every word a struggle as tears choked your speech. Your sentences, muddled and hardly coherent, tumbled out in a rush. He stood there, a silent pillar of patience amidst your storm. "The curtain had just fallen on tonight's performance, when Madame Giry found me, said someone had come to the Opera Populaire with a letter for me. I ventured backstage, and – and –”

"Take your time," he reassured you, trying to keep his tone soft and soothing when he was feeling anything but that.

"My father," you began, your voice trembling slightly, "He sent this to me," you raised your arm, presenting him with the damning parchment that bore the news, "It declares that I have a single week to make my return... and to dutifully submit to his wishes, to bind myself in marriage to a man he's handpicked for me.”

As the words tore from your lips, a deluge of sobs overpowered you, shattering your composure into fragments. You crumpled onto the frigid concrete, your body convulsing with the ferocity of your wails, echoing the raw torment festering within.

"He has already decided my fate, to wed me to Alexander Beaumont, heir to one of the wealthiest fortunes in Paris. But, Erik, I cannot bear the thought! I'd choose the most excruciating demise before even contemplating marrying him!" Your tears began to mingle with your snot, humiliation gnawing your insides, knowing he was bearing witness to your disarray. Yet, you were powerless to stop it, and no amount of snivelling could quell the impending sense of doom building within you.

Erik was consumed by a fury so intense, it was a blinding white light in his mind. Thousands of brutal scenarios played out in rapid succession, each a unique way he could annihilate the man who dared to pull you away from him. The man who had reduced you to nothing more than a pawn, a puppet to be used in his ruthless climb up the social ladder.

"I've met him before, his gaze piercing through me, speaking of me as though I were a mere fly on the wall... If I were to wed him, I'd be reduced to nothing more than a trophy wife, imprisoned within the confines of a household, expected to bear children annually until nature robs me of the ability," you choked out between sobs, bitterly recalling his elaborate discourse to your father about his archaic aspirations for a wife, a die-hard traditionalist to his core.

"The Opera Populaire, an impossibility now. My friends, forever out of reach. And you... you, I shall never feast my eyes upon again." The tears assaulted you, battering you with the unrelenting force of a tempest as the brutal reality bore down, each tick of the clock amplifying the sting of truth.

"Then don't go," he uttered, his words masquerading as a suggestion, yet ringing with the commanding tone of a demand, "Don't return home, do not bend to your father's will. There's always another escape, always."

"Oh, Erik," your voice broke, anguish seeping into each syllable, "I can't." A hard lump constricted your throat, the bitter reality of your predicament sinking in. "My father...he wields power, he has influence. If I dare not return, all of Paris would be hunting me down, a bounty on my head. I'm cornered, Erik. I'm left with no other choice."

Before he could utter another syllable, you swiftly eradicated the residue that had amassed on your skin and surged to your feet. Your eyes were ablaze with a bloodshot hue, stray teardrops stubbornly tracing a path down your face. Yet, an unyielding determination was etched across your features. You yearned for one final moment, one last poignant memory before the unavoidable reality of leaving him forever would consume you.

"Take me," you urged in a hushed plea, your gaze ensnaring him with such profound intensity that he was left with no room to misconstrue your meaning. Your purpose was undeniable, and it struck him into stillness. "Please, I beg you, do not deny me this final experience, this closing moment of exhilaration. For I am to be condemned.”

Your fragility was palpable, an image of vulnerability and innocence that made the idea of your bodies entwining, your souls merging into one, nearly impossible to suppress. Erik was gripped by a relentless thought; this encounter wouldn't be your last. A scheme was rapidly taking shape in his mind, a bold plan that he was awaiting the opportunity to enact. Yet, beneath it all, he was merely a mortal, how could he resist such a sweet opportunity laid before him?

As though your initial plea wasn't potent enough, you read his silence as a stark rejection. With a desperate urgency, you persisted, "I must experience what it means to unite with someone who harbours a profound love for me, and whom I equally adore, before time steals this chance forever. This is my final request of you, please, grant me this.”

Every trace of Erik's reservations - his mask, his insecurities, his lack of experience - evaporated in an instant. His entire being was consumed by the sight of your pleading eyes and enticing lips, desperately imploring him to make love to you. The intensity of your need, your last request born out of the fear of never seeing him again, ignited a scorching fire in his abdomen. His slacks tightened unbearably as his body responded to the raw desire coursing through him.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, his body lunged forward, crashing against yours, his lips desperately colliding with yours in an intoxicating, chaotic ballet. It was flawlessly imperfect, devoid of rhythm or pattern, yet it echoed the sheer intensity of your shared lust and fervour. A surge of electricity coursed through your veins, your skin prickling, your stomach churning with a heady mix of anxiety and exhilaration as you passionately kissed him.

Small, desperate gasps and whimpers escaped your trembling lips as they urgently sought his, the icy chill of Paris causing a cascade of goosebumps to erupt across your skin. You clung to him with a ferocity born of pure, raw fear, as if you were precariously perched on the brink of an abyss and he was the only tether keeping you from plummeting into the void. He was your sole anchor in a sea of chaos, the only force keeping you alive.

The searing heat of your skin beneath his fingertips sent his mind spiralling, the sensation of you - so soft, so yielding under his hands, a staggering, unfamiliar experience. He could feel the rhythmic surge and ebb of your chest, your breath, a hot whisper against his face as your lips clashed and fused, time and time again - he was certain he could feel the pulsating rhythm of your veins as your blood roared through your body. So vivid, so fiercely alive.

Inescapably, the mask had turned into an intolerable burden. Each movement caused it to ruthlessly scrape against your skin, the epidermis painfully inflamed and raw. With a heavy sense of reluctance, you retreated, your eyes slowly fluttering open to behold the breath taking spectacle of your angel, gasping for air, his eyes wide and darkened with intensity.

"My love," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers nervously fiddling with the lapels of his coat. "I know this is a significant request..." The tension hung heavy in the air between you two. "But, would you consider... removing your mask?" Your heart pounded in your chest as you dared to meet his eyes. "It's been catching on my skin, and it's starting to hurt. If it's too much, I understand! We can find another way. It's just that... I yearn to see all of you, unobstructed."

His expression shifted to one of grave solemnity. Deep within, he had known this moment would arrive, yet he had clung to the hope that it would be delayed, that he could savour more of you and this opportunity before you were cruelly torn from his grasp. Now, his countenance was a spectacle of terror, a sight so horrific that he was certain it would repel you instantly, forever severing any connection you could have had. It was this dread, this fear of losing you, that compelled him to deny your request.

"No," he declared, his voice cold and final, making it clear he had no intention of prolonging this conversation any further.

A lump formed in your throat, a silent reflection of the tension in the air. His features were chiselled, hardened as if sculpted by an unseen force. His eyes, unyielding and intense, bore into you, commanding silence without uttering a single word. You were far from foolish, aware that any protest would shatter the brittle tranquillity of the moment. Respecting his unspoken plea, you held your tongue, allowing the silence to envelop the space between you.

You plunged back into the fervour of your previous kisses, this time contorting awkwardly to keep your face clear of the cold, threatening porcelain weapon. With each passing moment, you fought to maintain the connection, a bizarre dance with a man whose full face you'd never seen. A wave of filth washed over you, a creeping sense you should be drowning in shame, but you found no room for such feelings. Not when his touch set your skin ablaze with desire.

His hands settled on the small of your back, gently rubbing above the fabric of your dress. You naturally moved closer, your soft chest against his solid one. Your hands wandered, touching every part of him within reach.

"Is this what you call a lovers outing, Piangi? It's cold and dirty!" The piercing voice of the renowned prima donna erupted from the rooftop entrance, slicing through the silence. You and Erik froze.

"Ah, forgive me, my love," replied her lover, his familiar Italian accent flooding through his words. His voice sounded awkward and dejected. One could almost imagine his look of shame, realizing his romantic gesture wasn't appreciated. "I wanted to look at the stars with you, but if that's not what you desire-"

"Forget it," Carlotta spat out. The echo of footsteps approaching sent jolts of panic through your veins, your heart hammering against your ribcage. Erik, however, remained calm amongst the chaos. His fingers laced through yours, pulling you urgently towards the shadowed sanctuary of the rooftop's far corner.

"If you get too cold, dear, I have my coat with me. Just say the word and I will give it to you," Piangi spoke, his voice straining with the effort to pierce through Carlotta's gloom.

As their voices clashed in petty discord, a sudden blast of searing air prickled the nape of your neck. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your hair bristling on end. A whispered command, laced with urgency, pierced the tension, "Stay behind me and follow. Make no noise. Not even a whisper."

With a sense of increasing trepidation, you gave a tense nod. You watched, breath held, as Erik emerged from your concealed sanctuary, prowling the expanse of the rooftop with a predator's stealth. He would intermittently halt, shielding himself within various makeshift hideaways. You hastened to mirror his movements, until at last, you found yourself inside the familiar confines of the opera house. His hand ensnared yours, his grip firm yet comforting, as he urged you onwards into the unknown.

It didn't take long before he ceased his steps, drawn like a magnet to the first mirror you encountered. His grip on your hand slackened for a fleeting moment, his fingers dancing over the wall in a cryptic rhythm. There was a tense hush, then the sharp click echoed in the silence, and the mirror slid back with a menacing grace to unveil a hidden passageway.

"What on earth?" you whispered, a tremor in your voice as you gazed upon the hole in the wall where once a mirror was.

Erik wheeled around abruptly, a sense of urgency flickering in his eyes as he extended his hand to you. You paused, uncertainty clouding your features, "Where does this passageway lead? Where are you taking me?"

"Trust me," he implored, his voice barely a whisper, yet carrying an undertone of desperation.

You swallowed, your throat tight with a mix of fear and anticipation. The situation and context around it weighed heavily on your mind, a potent cocktail of potential consequences swirling before you. The silence was deafening as you deliberated, the seconds stretching into what felt like an eternity. Then, with a deep, steadying breath, you extended a trembling hand towards him, a silent acquiescence. You nodded, a solemn gesture of trust, surrendering your fate into his hands.

He responded with a nod of his own, guiding you towards the opening. The entrance was inconveniently elevated from the ground - not to an extreme where a leap was required - but enough to pose a considerable risk. With a firm grip, he assisted you as you stepped inside, ensuring the voluminous folds of your dress evaded entanglement. He trailed in your wake, the air heavy with anticipation.

With a precise touch, he activated a concealed point on the wall, causing the mirror to slide back into normalcy. The echo of silence descended, the only sound being the synchronization of your breaths reverberating through the confined passageway. A whirlwind of questions swirled in your mind, each one violently dismissed as the realisation of your shared purpose gripped you. Of what you were coming down here to do.

He steered you through a maze of bewildering turns, his whispers of caution echoing in the cold, damp air. His grip on your hand was constant, a lifeline in the suffocating darkness. His familiarity with the convoluted tunnels was unsettling, and a chilling worry gnawed at you, as you wondered what hidden dangers made him tread with such measured care.

Soon you were greeted by a lake, its misty greens and blues shimmering so bright it twinkled like glitter. The view was mesmerising, the many candles scattered around lending the stone walls a glorious golden glow that took your breath away. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, the foliage blending together beautifully as it decorated the walls. You gasped.

He guided you towards a gondola which was tethered to a stout wooden stake driven deep into the ground. With a steadying hand, he aided your entrance into the vessel, ensuring your balance as you nestled into the boat's hollow core. Following your lead, he stepped in with calculated caution, his grip closing around a weathered paddle, poised at the ready to commence the strenuous task of rowing.

"What is this place?" You asked, ogling at the scenery around you.

"My home, my hiding place, the Phantom's lair, the sewers under the opera house..." he drawled off, beginning to row, "whichever one you wish to call it. All apply."

"You live down here?" You questioned, your brow furrowed as the icy air bit harshly at your exposed skin. The beauty of the place was undeniable, yet it held a chilling solitude that whispered of profound isolation, making it a daunting place to inhabit.

"Since I was a young boy," he spoke as if the words that spilled from his lips held no weight.

You couldn't shake the thought that something terrifying lurked beneath the mask. He had warned you, but you'd never considered how truly terrible it could be until now. Your eyebrows shot up, eyes dilating as your mind spun wildly with grotesque possibilities. What could be so monstrous about his visage that he was compelled to conceal it in the depths of a dank cellar?

Clearly, you had no intention of broaching the topic; it would undoubtedly ruin your plans for the evening. Yet, as the journey unfolded, you became lost in a whirlwind of contemplation, feverishly imagining the concealed face beneath the mask. Your affection was unwavering, regardless of how horrific his face was you'd feel the same way, but the mystery added an exhilarating layer of intrigue that consumed you.

Within mere minutes of fervent rowing, the silhouette of land loomed ahead, jolting you from your daze back into reality. You remained in the confines of the boat as Erik disembarked with calculated precision. He secured the boat with a swift, practiced motion, restoring the paddle to its rightful place. Then, he pivoted towards you, his hand outstretched in an offer of assistance, his eyes locked onto yours.

You smiled graciously, accepting his helping hand as you stepped out of the boat. You were enchanted, looking around at his home and how it was decorated. It was beyond your wildest imagination, intriguing and enigmatic, labyrinthine and gothic.

You were struck by the vast arrangement of candles. They casted a dim, dancing light which bathed the walls in an ethereal glow, casting long, eerie shadows on the dank stone. There was a majestic, ornate pipe organ, and a big mirror off to the side. All the way in the farthest corner, you spotted a bed, grand and draped in heavy, dark fabrics. You were in awe.

Erik did not give you long to stand and stare, as he was quick to pull you in the direction of where his bed resided. After a long, unfamiliar journey, you found yourself standing at your ultimate destination.

Anxiety, like a shadowy predator, stalked and then launched itself upon you, its claws sinking deep into your psyche. Your blood surged in a torrent, your heart hammered an urgent rhythm against your ribs, and your palms became slick with cold sweat as the full weight of your hasty agreement descended upon you.

"Now, it's my turn to pose the question," Erik initiated, his every footstep purposefully resonating tension as he incrementally diminished the space between you both. Your eyes, wide and alert, mirrored the mounting suspense. "Will you do this with me? Allow us to feel each other, become one, before you are to leave and never return?"

Tears welled threateningly in your eyes, a bitter reminder to the tortuous ordeal that loomed above. A personal hell was waiting, embodied in the stony indifference of your father and the pitiless gaze of your suitor. Discarding caution and fear, you hurled yourself against him with the force of a dead weight. In the face of despair, your inner flame roared back to life, desperation clawing its way to the surface once more.

His arms coiled around you with an intensity that left your breath hitched, his lips fiercely claiming yours. With a sudden, swift motion, he hoisted you into the air, your legs automatically snaking around his waist in response. He gently, yet assertively, laid you upon the cool sheets of the bed. He loomed over you. He began to crawl atop, compelling your legs to part in silent compliance. A gasp of anticipation escaped your lips, swallowed by his own, as you felt the weight of him gradually descend upon you.

As you kissed, the inadvertent brush of his crotch against your core sent a jolt through you, driving your senses into a wild frenzy. The searing heat from his arousal, even through the barrier of his trousers, was palpable, each pulsating throb a teasing promise of what was to come. Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest, as saliva-slick tongues ventured into uncharted territories, escalating the tension that hung in the air.

Driven by instinct, Erik's hands made a beeline for your sleeves, yanking with an insatiable restlessness, a silent plea for their removal. You countered his advances, pushing him back, a giggle escaping you at his stubborn demeanour. Undeterred, his lips sought new territory, latching onto the sensitive expanse of your neck, peppering kisses and grazing his teeth in a seductive dance that sent shivers down your spine.

Erik's movements against your aching core grew in intensity as he realised what he was brushing against, threatening to silence you completely. Yet, if he truly desired your uninhibited vulnerability, he needed to grant you the space to shed every layer.

"Erik," you tried to infuse your voice with authority, but it faltered, punctuated by your ragged sighs and helpless whimpers, "I'm laced into a corset, it needs to come off. Release me."

He moved with urgency, moving away from your form and allowing the space for you to rise, your knees pressing into the solid mattress. With a focused precision, you began to unbutton your dress, the fabric gliding over your head with a practiced ease, your focus fully enveloped in the task at hand. So engrossed were you, you failed to notice the predatory way his gaze drank in the sight of your bared skin, or the noticeable gulp that resonated from his throat as more and more of you unfolded before his eager eyes.

Your fingers trembled, struggling against the stubborn knot that held the ties of your undergarments in a vice-like grip. It was a battle you were unaccustomed to, always having the help of someone else to aid you with your corset. Your difficulty was palpable, a silent cry for assistance. Lifting your gaze to Erik, your eyes were wide, desperate pools of plea.

"Would you... could you, do the honours?" you asked through gritted teeth, your fingers clawing fruitlessly at the defiant knot, the bulge in the string a mocking testament to the maid's overly-zealous efforts.

In a silent affirmation, he nodded his head, his hand reaching out with an unspoken authority to rotate your form, granting him unimpeded access to your corset. You felt your undergarments grow increasingly wet under his firm handling, a damp patch steadily spreading across the fabric in response to your mounting anticipation. Heat suffused your cheeks, each accidental graze of his fingers against your back as he navigated the complexities of the female attire sending a shocks of tension through your body.

After an intense struggle, he conquered the knot, crafted by your maid's expert hands. But victory left him bewildered.

"Now that it's undone, what's the next step?" His gaze bore into the corset's lacings, a new challenge awaiting him.

With a chuckle rippling through the tension, you interjected, "Allow me." Swiftly, you unhooked the busk at the front, stripping the garment from your form. It cascaded to the floor, disappearing from view.

Bare and unshielded, your form was revealed from the hips upward, only your undergarments veiling what remained. There you were, a portrait of vulnerability, kneeling in anticipation yet turned away, placing a blind faith in him, trusting his unspoken intentions.

His hands seized your hips with an assertive grip, drawing you into his sphere, letting you tumble back onto the mattress as you laid facing him. Your breasts bounded with the abrupt motion, your soft contours and supple skin devoured by his relentless gaze. He studied every detail, every curve and secret of your figure, etching them into his memory.

"You might find this... somewhat audacious," you stammered, your gaze darting around the room, evading his intense stare, "But I've come across something in a book. And I have this... this urge to experience it."

Erik seemed to snap out of a daze, his brows furrowing in curiosity. "And what might that be?" he asked.

You dropped your gaze, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you attempted to muster the courage to voice your desires. "Are you familiar with... cunnilingus?"

A silence fell over the room. Erik appeared shell-shocked, his lips parting but no sound escaping as he tried to comprehend the salacious request that had just spilled from your lips. His experiences with carnal pleasures were extensive, more so after meeting you- he'd spent countless nights engrossed in books filled with varying degrees of erotica. He'd envisioned you and him as the characters, and his fantasies of caressing, embracing, and making passionate love to you had kept him awake many a night.

"Briefly, why?" He asked, his voice steady but his façade barely concealing the turmoil within.

"I want... I want you to do that to me," you managed to utter, swallowing down the embarrassment that threatened to choke you. "My betrothed, he... he wouldn't. I need to know, just once, what it feels like."

A dark shadow passed over his face at your words, the mention of the man you were intended to wed igniting something within him. His lips met your skin with a ferocity that stole your breath away. His body was pressed against yours, a desperate attempt to meld into one, to erase the space that separated you. His kisses trailed a scorching path from your neck downwards, each mark he left with his teeth due to the simmering anger that consumed him.

His hot breath teased against your core, creating a whirl of anticipation that caused your legs to twitch restlessly, your back to curl off the bed. An tingling sensation flowed from your core to the tips of your legs, prompting your thighs to instinctively tighten. He exerted his dominance, forcibly parting your legs to the sides, his chest pulsating with a primal pride as he observed the clear signs of arousal staining your underwear. The thin fabric did nothing to veil your desire for him.

His lips embarked on a deliberate exploration around your intimate area, strategically withholding the direct contact you craved, fueling a desperate need within you. He relished in your quiet pleas, in your desperation for him, for his touch. He wanted to hear it again - your voice, filled with longing, confessing your need for him, your love for him.

A few teasing kisses and feather-light licks over the fabric of your underwear were enough to reduce you to a state of complete disarray. Your head thrown back, lips parted in a silent plea, you begged, "Please, God, please."

He was relentless, persisting in his torturously slow pace and feather-light touches. He was prepared to play this drawn-out game; after all, he'd been fantasizing about moments like this since the dawn of his adolescence. He could wait an eternity if needed.

By the time he finally conceded, you were a whirlwind of emotion, eyes squeezed shut, body writhing as you grappled with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment, struggling to voice your feelings. You appeared as if you had been plucked straight out of a painting, your body seemingly sculpted by celestial forces, the ethereal glow on your skin from your sweat rendering you nothing short of angelic.

His fingers danced along the delicate straps of your underwear, tracing the curve of your hips as he meticulously slid them down your legs. Your underwear was discarded with an impatient kick. He admired how your lips glistened with your wetness, eyes wide and mouth agape as he inspected your parts. His cock felt like it was suffocating in it's tight confinement, begging to be released. He subconsciously rubbed himself against his quilt, hips driving him harder and harder into the fabric.

He didn't allow himself to spend an excessive amount of time simply staring, his fingers gingerly parting the folds of your intimate area as he gradually moved ever closer to the spot where you craved his touch the most. His tongue hesitantly emerged, like a tentative explorer venturing into uncharted territory, testing the waters as he gradually grew accustomed to your unique taste. It was an intoxicating, addictive flavour that he found himself drawn to, your evident arousal dissolving on his tongue like the sweetest candy. As he became more familiar with your body's reactions, his actions started to grow decidedly bolder, his initial cautiousness melting away.

The smooth, cold porcelain of the mask, right where his nose should have been, made direct contact with a particular spot on your body. It was a spot so sensitive, so responsive to his touch, that it turned you into a trembling, moaning mess. Each touch was like heaven, each movement a wave of pleasure that washed over you. It was a sensation you had never experienced before, and it left you weak, gasping for breath.

He pushed himself further into you, his movements becoming more desperate, more needy. His tongue, warm and insistent, ventured into every hidden corner it could find. It was as though he was trying to memorize you, to imprint the taste of you onto his very soul. He was consuming you, devouring you in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The side of his face that wasn't hidden behind the mask was growing wetter with each passing moment. Each new wave of your arousal either swallowed by him or adding to the wet mess on his face. His eyes, dark and intense, never left your face, watching your every reaction, feeding off your pleasure.

With each passing moment, you found yourself teetering on the edge of exquisite pleasure, its intensity growing with a fervour that rendered you breathless. As cries of delight spilled from your lips, your fingers curled into the fabric of his bedsheets, clutching them with a strength that threatened to rip them to shreds. Now that you had experienced such ecstasy, you were unsure how you’d ever live without it again.

The pressure swelled within the depths of your abdomen, escalating dangerously as your eyes lost focus, surrendering willingly to Erik's touch. The burgeoning tension coiled within you like a heated serpent, until it could no longer be contained, compelling it to uncoil and release the pent-up passion that had been simmering within. Everything let go.

Erik's lips found your most sensitive spot again, sucking on it gently, coaxing a symphony of soft whimpers and quivering gasps from deep within your throat.

The intense sensations that flooded your body soon became far too much and left you with no other option but to gently, albeit reluctantly, push him away from your soaked cunt. His visible cheek and chin bore the shiny evidence of your pleasure, an erotic testament to the intimacy that had just transpired. His lips, swollen and red, were slightly parted as he laboured to catch his breath, the aftermath of your intense encounter leaving him just as breathless as you were.

He planted a single kiss on your thigh before he rose, drinking in the sinful sight of you lying beneath him. Your chest heaved, and the intimate area between your thighs was slick with a mixture of saliva and arousal, a mess he alone was responsible for. He was in disbelief at the sight before him - a woman who had pleaded for his touch, who had permitted him to venture into territory he was not meant to traverse.

You felt utterly winded, struggling to regain your breath as your mind remained in a dense fog. As you sat up, the ringing sensation of blood rushing in your ears was almost deafening. You gave him a once-over and let out a weary pout.

“Why am I naked and you are still dressed head to toe?” you playfully whined, clumsily rising up to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt.

A wave of panic washed over him. While a less sensitive subject than the removal of his mask, he was still hesitant about the concept of somebody seeing him disrobed. His hand swiftly intercepted yours, worried eyes looking directly into yours.

“We don’t have to do this,” you reminded him, “Removing clothes is quite necessary to engage in intercourse, so if that’s off the table, that is fine and we do not have to go any further.”

The looming threat of your sexual endeavours coming to a halt was so disconcerting that it pushed his fear of being seen nude into a corner of his mind. If you managed to bare all in front of him, then surely, he should be able to do the same. No horrifying disfigurement marred his body, save for a few scars and marks, which offered him a semblance of comfort amid his anxiety. Yet, it felt so extraordinarily odd - prior to you, people avoided him, disdaining him as a bizarre outcast to either laugh at or run away from. But you, you wanted to see him. You saw him.

With his consent, you delicately unfastened the buttons of his shirt, your fingers tracing the contours of his body as you gently slid it off along with his coat. The anticipation heightened as you unbuttoned his trousers, a sense of awe overtaking you as you noticed the visible sign of his desire pressing against the fabric of his underwear. With a slow, tantalizing motion, you slid his slacks down, pooling them around his ankles, leaving him to step out of them. The sight of him in such a state had your mouth watering, the subtle twitching under the thin fabric not going unnoticed. You glanced up, your eyes silently asking for permission before you proceeded to remove his last piece of clothing.

He was perfect - not too intimidating, yet not too modest. A balance that promised pleasure without the prospect of discomfort. A smile graced your lips as your hands were drawn to him, appreciating the prominent veins that adorned his underside and the swollen tip that seemed to crave the soothing touch of your lips. You didn’t have a second thought before you ducked down to take him into your mouth.

The moment that his length was enveloped by the soft, velvety embrace of your mouth, he felt an explosive sensation, as if he might shatter. The intoxicating blend of your warmth and the slippery wetness was an overwhelming sensory overload, causing his eyes to flutter closed as he savoured the sensation in its entirety. His low, primal groans amplified into a resonant hum of pleasure as you explored his length, your tender hand caressing the parts your lips had yet to discover.

You surfaced for air, drawing in a deep breath before giving him a seductive smile. Your hand continued to stroke him, maintaining the rhythm you'd established, "Have you heard of this one too? It's called fellatio. I've heard from men that it feels quite pleasurable, so I wanted to give it a try."

His brows knitted together in confusion and a hint of possessiveness, "Who's been talking to you about things like this?" he hissed, his fingers entangling in the roots of your hair. He didn't tug or pull, but simply let his hand rest there, grounding himself in the sensation of your touch.

“No one, I just overhear a lot,” you winked, a playful glint in your eyes.

Finding yourself drawn back to your prior task, you returned your mouth to its position, delicately licking around the sides and base of his manhood with a renewed vigour. You made a point to explore every contour, every ridge, leaving no part untouched by your careful ministrations. As you took him into your mouth once more, you hollowed your cheeks, creating a tight, welcoming space that made him gasp. You allowed your tongue to wander, tracing the map of protruding veins that decorated his length, making him shiver at your touch. You took your time, adjusting slowly but surely to accommodate his length.

Over time, you found a rhythm that was as steady as it was sensual, each movement drawing forth intoxicating sounds of pleasure from your lover. Your hand was rendered unnecessary, forgotten at your side as your face pressed closer, your nose brushing against the heat of his skin. The taste of him, the intimacy of the act, left you breathless, saliva slipping past your lips. The symphony of his escalating moans and guttural grunts echoed in your ears, signifying the mounting pleasure coursing through him.

Erik was teetering on the edge, every fibre of his being screaming for release. Time had lost all meaning; all he knew was the burning desire to break down your defences and claim you as his own. He tugged urgently at your hair, a silent plea for you to relinquish him from your mouth. His ego soared at the sight of your ravenous gaze and ragged breathing. Sweat was pooling uncomfortably beneath his mask, creating a stifling heat that was nearly unbearable. Yet, he would not — could not — remove it. For your love, he would endure any torment.

With a gentle persuasion, he coaxed you onto the plush solace of the bed, a wordless request to which you surrendered willingly. His fingers, rough yet tender in touch, traced the shape of your lips. You accepted them eagerly, lavishing them with a soft suckle until he withdrew them. Setting off on a slow, teasing journey, his fingers embarked on a path that danced across your lips, before descending the length of your neck. His touch was electrifying, a trail of shivers marking their progress.

His fingers continued their southern movement, drawn to the inviting warmth of your most intimate area. As he approached your yearning core, your breath hitched, a silent supplication mirrored in your eyes as you awaited his touch. He relished the anticipation, playfully circling the edge before carefully penetrating you with one of his fingers. The sensation of being filled by him was intoxicating, your eyes fluttering in sheer overwhelm as he moved in a rhythm that was leisurely and gentle. Every part of your being was tuned to his touch, each motion sending ripples of pleasure cascading through your body.

"Erik," you moaned, unaware of how you just moaning his name made his arms feel like jelly. He pushed through, eager to please and show you how good he could make you feel.

He cautiously inserted another finger, gradually stretching you out around his digits. He was utterly enchanted by the soft, plush feel of your walls, which seemed to welcome him in their embrace. He explored you curiously, his fingers gently probing, reaching deeper and deeper inside of you. It was like he was charting a course through a previously unexplored territory, each new discovery making him yearn for more.

The sounds that escaped your lips - cries of pleasure, of anticipation, of need - were music to his ears. The way your body responded to his touch, the way your breath hitched every time he moved, the way your fingers clung to him - everything about you made him feel weak with desire.

He didn't keep his fingers at work for very long, just enough time to make sure that you were adequately warmed up, ready for what would come next. With a simple gesture, he signalled for you to move further up the bed. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so he guided you to position your head against the plush softness of the pillows that lay strewn at the head of the bed.

His gaze was fixed on you, watching intently as you took the next step. Without needing any words, you communicated your agreement to what was about to unfold. You spat into your hand, a simple but intimate act, sitting up before carefully spreading the moisture over his length.

You allowed yourself to lay back down, your body welcoming the coolness of the sheets beneath you. Erik carefully positioned himself at your sopping wet entrance; his eyes, filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, locked onto yours as he began to push against you. You could feel his bulbous tip as it slowly pushed past your entrance, a sensation so new and unfamiliar that you couldn't help but squeal, your body jolting in response to the sudden intrusion. Erik's mouth hung open in a silent gasp, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt the first part of him slide inside you.

With a slow, cautious movement, he pressed forward further, sinking into you bit by bit, deeper and deeper until he was fully nestled within your warmth. Every inch of him was surrounded by you, his breath hitching once more as he adjusted to the velvety sensation.

For you, it was a fervent blaze, a primal burn that seared through every nerve. His manhood was a stark contrast to his previously tender touch, an unmerciful comparison that seemed impossible to reconcile. A soft whimper of pain broke free, a silent begging for him to pause his movements and allow your body to accommodate his invasion.

You lingered in the throes of this discomfort, each second diluting the initial shock and morphing it into a thrilling wave of bliss. It was a leisurely metamorphosis, a sultry dance between pain and pleasure, until all that was left was pure, unadulterated desire that left you gasping for air and craving more.

Once your body had succumbed to this new sensation, you gave him a silent nod of approval, a signal that he could resume. Erik let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, and his initial gentleness gave way to a carnal rhythm, each slow, deliberate thrust sending ripples of ecstasy that cascaded through your very being.

“So this is what it feels like,” you chuckled, less talking to Erik and more so thinking out loud.

Erik was so utterly focused on you and the indescribable sensations your body was offering him that he found himself unable to formulate an appropriate response. He was completely entranced by the way your intimate area, slick with your abundant arousal, enveloped him so thoroughly. He was lost in the feeling of you, engaged in an internal struggle between wanting to see the expressions of pure pleasure that danced across your face, or to look down and observe the erotic sight of his own manhood disappearing again and again into your inviting warmth.

He draped himself over you, his form a sanctuary, shielding you from the world beyond. His face nestled in the junction of your neck and shoulder, an alcove where he could inhale your scent. The cool porcelain of his mask contrasted with your heated skin, tempering the dew of perspiration that glossed your body. Underneath the mask, he endured the humid confinement - a necessary sacrifice for the exquisite torment he was bestowing upon you. Each powerful thrust sent ripples of ecstasy through you, rendering you breathless and dizzy with delight. The potent heat was all-encompassing, filling your consciousness with nothing but unadulterated, exquisite pleasure.

"I love you," you breathed out in a whisper, your voice dripping with desire. Each word was punctuated by a soft moan, the sound of it causing shivers to cascade down his spine, your hot breath against his ear igniting a fire within him.

As if his struggles weren't already overwhelming enough, your words seemed to only add more fuel to the already blazing fire within him. It was as though every syllable you uttered stoked the flames, pushing him further into a realm of passion he had never known before. His arm, strong and certain, forced its way behind your back, pulling you up to hold you close to him. It was a closeness that was almost palpable, almost too much, as he thrusted inside of you.

“I love you too,” he groaned, his words saturated with an intense, raw emotion that welled up in his eyes, the tears threatening to cascade down his face in an uncontrolled torrent of feeling.

You, on the other hand, were no better off, your own tears of sheer joy and devastating heartbreak pooling in your eyes until they were beyond their capacity to hold back any longer. They overflowed, running down your face like precious diamonds, a display of the depth of your misery. Making love to somebody who genuinely loved you back was a concept so beautifully simple, yet tragically forbidden. It was an experience that brimmed with a love so deep, a care so nurturing, and a passion and compassion so profound that it was unparalleled.

You knew you would never encounter such a feeling again in your lifetime. You were merely attempting to stave off the inevitable end, attempting to shield yourself from the stark reality that awaited your return to the surface world. Each moment was a battle against the clock, each second a desperate attempt to extend the blissful ignorance of the impending conclusion.

In that moment, you belonged to him and he to you, your bodies intertwined and connected as the flames consumed you both. You held onto him with a desperation that mirrored your own, your arms wrapping around him, hugging him close. You were a lifeline to each other, two beings lost in a sea of passion and desire, holding on to the only solid thing in a world that was spinning out of control.

With every pulsating sensation, you tried desperately to prevent the impending climax that was steadily building within you. You wrestled against it, mustering all of the strength and willpower you possessed. You didn’t want this magical night, this passion and desire, to end. The thought of the experience drawing to a close was unbearable, and yet there was nothing you could to do stop the familiar building pressure in your abdomen.

And you knew, in the deepest recesses of your mind, that you shouldn't have given in to the temptation- that you should have exercised restraint and kept your wandering hands to yourself. Despite this, you were a prisoner to your own overwhelming curiosity, a force so powerful it threatened to consume you whole.

The haze of pleasure Erik was weaving around you kept intensifying, it ebbed and flowed into every crevice of your consciousness, distorting the boundary between the tangible world and the intoxicating euphoria you found yourself spiralling into. Your hands, as though guided by an insatiable yearning that was wholly their own, found their way to the mask that resided on his head.

Your fingers, trembling with anticipation and anxiety, began to play with the thin string keeping the mask firmly in place, protecting his true form. The tension in your body was mounting, your anxiety and the impending orgasm that threatened to shatter your very being reaching the same intense peak.

The familiar ball of pleasure that had been steadily growing within you finally burst, sending shockwaves of pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. You could feel Erik's hot semen spurt inside you, marking you as his. As the intense waves of your climax washed over you, you summoned the last of your strength and ripped the mask off his face, revealing the man beneath.

You had comprehended the profound severity of Erik's disfigurement when he confessed that he had been residing here since his tender youth. Why else would somebody feel so compelled to withdraw from society? You had determined then, with unyielding resolve, to love him irrespective of his appearance. Your conviction remained unwavering as his visage came sharply into view. His eyes, dilated with raw fear, his mouth trembling on the verge of speech, and his hands, once securely encircling you, now trembled and twitched uncontrollably.

A sigh escaped you, a bright smile lighting up your face as you gazed at him dreamily. You leaned in, your hand tenderly cradling the side of his face which had remained disfigured and concealed until this moment. Tears which had been threatening to spill from his eyes now fell freely, and your own followed suit as the realization of parting hit you.

With a gentleness that belied the depth of your feelings, your fingers traced the lines of his marked skin. Your lips had found his in a passionate kiss, the tears that slid silently down your cheeks mingled with his, a silent symbol of the connection of your souls, a joining so profound that words failed to capture its essence.

With reluctance, you pulled away from the warmth of his body, rising slowly from where you were entwined with him. You wiped your tears away. A wince crossed your face as you felt Erik's softening length slip out of you, the sensation of his release dripping out of you, serving as a lingering reminder of the intimacy you had shared.

"Do you not take issue with that you see?" His voice was laced with an unnerving intensity, his eyes never leaving your form as you searched for your scattered garments. You assumed his weird behaviour was due to his feelings about your impending departure.

"Not when it's you," you confessed, a poignant smile pulling tragically at the corner of your lips, laden with unspoken emotions.

It didn't take long for you to find your garments. You fastened the corset around your waist, making sure it properly supported your bosom. Despite pulling the laces tightly, you found that you needed additional help. Each time you tried to tie the laces, the corset loosened.

"Could you lace this up for me, Erik? I'm struggling," you chuckled, turning back round to find that he had already put his underwear back on. "Corsets are tricky things. I often need someone else's help to put it on and take it off."

"You don't need it," he declared, his face a stoic mask, eyes unblinking and filled with unwavering resolve.

You hesitated, uncertain of how to respond or process his words. You thought he might not understand the full purpose of your undergarment. "I can't be amongst with people without wearing my corset. It's indecent. Without it, people could see my breasts," you said.

"And that's precisely why you don't require it," he shot back, his hardened face rigid with confrontation, eyes locked onto you as you blinked, wrestling with the weight of his words. "You aren't going anywhere."

"What? Erik, I have to leave," you leaped towards him, a wave of dread washing over you as he remained unaffected, "My father wields a lot of power and influence, a fact you're well aware of. Search parties will be dispatched and they'll hunt us down."

Erik's laughter echoed ominously around you, his jarring mirth only amplifying your unease, "He will not pose a threat, my dear. Act as though he doesn’t exist."

"How can you be so sure?" You shot back, eyes narrowing into slits as you regarded him with deep-rooted suspicion.

"Because he won't live to witness the week's end, fortunate if he survives the night," he sneered.

You were petrified, frozen in terror. The uncertain veracity of his words hung heavy in the air, but the fury etched in his gaze was unmistakable. It was a chilling declaration that bulldozed your defences, sending frigid lashes of fear snaking through your bloodstream.

“No, no,” you whispered, face twisted in dread.

"You said it yourself!" he yelled, seemingly unaffected by your flinch. You lifted your hands, ready to protect yourself if needed, but you knew that if he truly wanted to hurt you, you had no chance. "He was the one who tried to separate us, to spoil our love! How can I let him manipulate destiny? It's a sin!"

"Sin or not, he is my father!" you retorted, tearing off your corset and swiftly pulling your dress over your head. You let it fall over your figure. "I have to go."

“You forget yourself,” Erik's voice echoed ominously from the shadows, untouched by your retreat. “Was it not you pleading for me to awaken your senses to the touch of a genuine lover? Were you not weeping to me over the wreckage your father's deeds would cause in your life? Does Monsieur Beaumont need to be added to the list? Is that what you desire? I am merely aiding you!”

Trying to block out his taunting, you jammed your underwear down your bodice and clung to your corset like a lifeline. Panic was on the verge of consuming you, your thoughts spiralling out of control, too swift and chaotic to grasp. The realization of your own foolishness hit you like a punch, a bitter and unforgiving truth.

In your hour of fragility, you had sought solace in the one individual you deemed a sanctuary, a cure to your torments. But he, like a concealed predator, exploited your vulnerability, shrouding his true motives to feast upon your innocence and cast you into never ending isolation. The dread lay not in his visage, but in his very being, a monstrous revelation.

“Even if you escape, your father cannot. He has to pay for what he's done,” he hissed, his voice becoming a menacing whisper, fading into the background as you distanced yourself.

You were approaching the familiar boat, stepping carefully over the wooden structure. You untied the rope and with the paddle in hand, you prepared to set off on your journey.

CLINK, SLAM.

You froze.

“Besides the fact that you have no idea where you’d be going around the sewers and passageways and would probably end up fatally mutilated in one of my many traps,” he spoke once more, trailing off as he watched the light leave your eyes, “You don’t know how to open the gate. Unfortunate.”

What had you done?

any feedback is appreciated! sorry it ended there, i started writing this at 12pm and it's now 5:21am the day later. i have not had a break. it had to end.

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delirious-donna · 5 months ago

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tw: narumi x reader, possessive gen, unwanted attention, drunk stranger, wet cat boy narumi, unprotected sex, cute little cat cafe date

Narumi wasn’t entirely sure what had come over him when he had volunteered to take on the extra mission, despite it being his well-earned day off. Eiji had sworn it would be a cakewalk, in and out in less than an hour, he’d said. It wasn’t even a Kaiju level threat, just some low-level grunts that he could smack around to boost his popularity. A silly mistake…

Six hours later and he was hurriedly showering to rid himself of the ick that clung to his skin and hair like some kind of glue. He ground down on his molars as he imagined your sweet little face, sad and searching for him. It might be the middle of high summer, but his mind conjured a picture of you shivering in a cold wind at his absence.

His clothes flew from the dresser, tugging on jeans and shirt whilst running his fingers through the mess of bi-coloured hair to bring into some semblance of artistic mess rather than looking like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. Narumi gave one last half-hearted glance in the mirror, damn near whining when he wasn’t quite perfect with his appearance, but the tick of his watch forced him to propel out the door despite it.

You were due to meet outside a new cat café that had not long opened in the prefecture, a treat that he was excited to indulge you in. It was only a ten-minute walk from the gate of the base, but he was already running late. His pace quickened as he turned the corner before skidding to a halt when he saw you waiting for him outside the café.

You really had gone all out with the cat-themed clothing, all you were missing was a tail and that thought alone might have been arousing had he not been glaring at a man invading your personal space. It was only late afternoon, but the man smelled strongly of sake. His steps were unstable, and although you presented a strong façade, Gen could sense you were terrified.

Your hand tightened around the keys in your pocket, sliding the metal between your fingers just in case. The man was just some down on his luck drunk, not a real threat but it was better to be safe than sorry. He had spotted you whilst you waited for your boyfriend to appear and taken an immediate interest in your attire. It was only now that you decided that it might have been best to wait until you got inside to don your fluffy ears, an accessory especially picked for your favourite kitty boy. If only he knew who might appear at any moment, of the danger he would likely be in if Narumi was to see his display of unwanted attention.

He was getting too close, with every step back you took, they matched it, and you felt a nervous whimper build in your throat when his hand reached out towards you.

“Will you purr if I tickle you behind the ear?” he slurred, gesturing towards the cat ears sat atop your head.

Your eyes screwed shut but the touch never landed. Instead, a cracking noise followed by a pathetic scream split the otherwise silence of the street. Peeking through your fingers, Gen stared back with an impenetrable expression on his handsome face.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. No amount of good publicity was worth putting you in danger,” he whispered the last part ominously, regret evident in his striking vermillion eyes.

Listening to your instincts, you launched into his arms, trusting him to catch you. The prolific Captain did one better, bracing your weight without giving an inch of ground, securing his arms around your body and squeezing tight. You thought he might have been smelling your hair as you laughed out your gratitude.

“Oh, Gen… you’re my knight in shining armour!”

Narumi downright blushed and it was adorable, the pink hue warming his cheeks and the tips of his ears looked hot beneath his bangs. For a time, he simply held you, his large palms full of the roundness of your backside and your nose nudging happily against his. At last, he cleared his throat.

“Uh… I mean—shall we?”

The cat cafe was a complete success; however, Gen was flooded with filthy wanton thoughts and images throughout the entire session. The cats were cute as heck, but not nearly as cute as you were. He had watched you use the cat toys dotted around for customers to interact with the playful felines, thinking continually of how you might mewl and purr for him if he were to play with your—

Oh, he was torturing himself with these ideas. Images of you stretched out on his bed in nothing but those dainty little cat ears and maybe a fun little cat tail plug? If you were for it… he wondered how he would even broach the subject, his clothes feeling hotter and more suffocating the longer he mused.

It was a good thing that your perceptive skills were far more honed than his. It wasn’t difficult to sense the wayward direction of the Captain’s mind, sinful tendrils of energy leaking from him, without his realisation, to wrap around your limbs and caress your skin. To say you didn’t like it would be a bald-faced lie.

And that was how you came to find yourself mewling for him in the dark of his room. The loss of your sight only heightening your other senses as your boyfriend lost himself in your tight cunt and whispered delicious fantasies against the sensitive inside of your thighs.

His hand groped for your exposed tits, the swell of them pressed up from the tight hold of the blouse that had been opened just enough to bare you to the cool air and his earlier hungry mouth. The long languid strokes of his tongue along the length of your sopping slit were enough to make you grind against his face in earnest.

“Such a needy little kitten. You gonna purr for me?” he smirked up at you from beneath dark lashes, silver hair messy from how harshly you had tugged and twisted on the strands.

His crooked almost non-existent smile flashed in the dark room before he suckled your clit between his lips again, drinking in your moans like they were his lifeline.

“Need more,” you begged, fixing your lopsided cat ears and trying valiantly to coax Narumi into fucking you dumb. Your hips rolled, practically rutting yourself against him and the lust-blown pupils spoke of how affected he was by your actions.

Your stomach pressed against the mattress when he flipped you over without warning, hands grasping your hips to raise your ass. The blunt, fat head of his cock teased your folds before catching against your fluttering hole.

He sank in on a low groan, making you see stars as he bottomed out in one long stroke. A hand gripped the back of your neck, pressing your cheek into the pillow. The position meant you could only just see the feral expression on your lover’s face as he hissed like an angry cat.

“You’re mine!”

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ivoryrebellionmess · 1 month ago

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Spooky Remorses III

Part I Part 2

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: hiii so sorry for taking this long. hope you like it <3

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean af

Word count: 5451

Jax cursed the moment it happened, light and noise snapping him into reality. Anger and frustration bubbling up inside him again as he took a step back, missing your touch immediately. It was too late to hide what had been happening. Just in case you thought otherwise, Tigs face as he studied the both of you made it clear. His demeanor went from shock to amusement in a matter of seconds. He knew he had interrupted something.

A sly grin spread around his mouth as he teased. ¨Well, well…what do we have here?¨. He was slurring, which meant he was drunk, which meant the little common sense he usually had would be nowhere to be found. This was not a good moment for him to be running his mouth.

But you could not worry about that right now, your mind working on finding an excuse, gulping as you realized none would be believable. Even if he was tense, Jax managed to get his voice to sound casual, ¨It ain't what you think, man¨. You studied him, he really did seem calm. You could only pray you looked half as composed as he did.

It probably didn't matter, since Tig´s motivation seemed to be pushing Jax´s buttons. He eyed you, taking in your divelished state, and nodded towards Jax, ¨Looked like were about to rip each other's clothes off in public, brother¨.

The bluntness (and accuracy) ripped a surprised chuckle from your throat. Jax shot you a warning glare, he didn't need you egging Tig. His brother took a step closer, ¨Come ooon, what were you really up to?¨. He was teasing, the answer was obvious. About as obvious as the blonde man´s anger.

Only then you noticed the cigarette, carefully placed on the picnic table. Needing something to do, you took a drag.

Jax´s voice turned your attention back to them. ¨I said it wasn't what you think. We were just talking¨ . You could tell he was trying to control his irritation, and you wondered how much more he could take before doing something stupid. Something else , the voice in your head reminded you, everything that had unfolded against that picnic table had been stupid.

Once again, the door opening shed light and noise on the parking of the clubhouse; a very different scene unfolding this time. Chibs came out laughing and screaming, ¨Is the screaming match over or do I still get to watch some?¨. He had clearly been ready to get a jab at your fighting with Jax. This only made Tig smirk, shooting back, ¨Oh, I bet they were about to scream¨.

Even if you had stayed away for months, their mannerisms didn't surprise you, and they sure as hell didn't scare you. So you just replied, taking another drag, ¨We were just having a smoke¨. The small time out you had awarded yourself had actually calmed you down, your voice coming out almost normal. As if your biggest desire wasn´t hearing Jax moan your name.

The tension between you did not go unnoticed by the scott, it seemed to amuse him. ¨Just a smoke, aye? Looks like a lot more than that¨.

To that, you only shrugged, not daring to let your eyes wander to Jax. ¨So maybe it was a smoke and a talk, so what¨. Jax was silent, trying to keep his expression neutral. It was hard to do when all he could think about were your thighs around his head. The little capacity for logical thinking he had knew his brothers would not buy your lies. No one would. Even if they didn't, he needed them away, he needed you alone again. Maybe you'd still be caught up in the heat of the moment and he could get you into bed. Or anywhere really, as long as no one could interrupt. The longer they stayed there, the longer your brain had to racionalize how bad of an idea having sex with him was. So he breathed deeply before speaking, ¨Yeah, a talk and a smoke¨.

Chibs clearly read the situation and nodded, never losing the grin on his face. As he started walking back to the party, Tig decided he hadnt had enough fun yet, poking again. ¨Whatever you say brother¨. He patted Jax on the back after mocking him. That successfully riled Jax up, his warning was low. ¨Watch it¨.

You could see the anger in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched, his knuckles white. You looked over at Chibs for help, there was no need for the situation to escalate. But nice as he was, he was still a Son, and he would not get between his brothers. You were starting to get anxious, the shift in the atmosphere was noticeable. Not playful anymore, no one was grinning, no one was laughing.

¨What's the matter Jax, cant handle some friendly banter?¨. It made you cringe, you took a step towards them before you could think about it.

Jax´s gaze went to you for a second, his muscles tensing. He knew why you'd done it, if Tig kept it up it could very easily lead to a fight. As much as he didnt want that to happen, his brother was pushing his buttons, all of them. ¨You know I can handle it¨, his teeth clenching, ¨We´re not here to have a pissing contest¨. He was trying to stop the fight from happening, he really was, you could tell.

So you looked at Tig, who seemed to be having the time of his life. He raised an eyebrow at you, wondering if that was an easier route to bothering Jax. As soon as his blue eyes landed on you, you regretted ever moving. Jax´s patience was probably running short after your little ¨talk¨. It always was, to be fair. But someone coming for the people he cared about, that was his weak spot, even on his best day. ¨Just having some fun, brother¨.

You looked at the blonde, his smoldering gaze already on you. He could see the worry in your eyes, and it somehow helped him keep it together.

It was only the calm before the storm.

He took a deep breath, and with his exhale came a low growl, ¨You´re playing with fire¨.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, his growl going right to where you needed him most. Even if it was subtle, Jax noticed, even now he had an effect on you. His eyes darkened, his anger growing. Angry that you also had an effect on him, angry that his brother had interrupted, angry that he let you go.

The short interaction had not gone unnoticed by Tig, who had decided this would be his winning statement apparently. ¨I´d like to play with that fire, if you're not gonna finish what you started¨. He hadnt meant it, hadn't even looked at you. That didn't matter. Not to you. Not to Jax.

Before you could speak up for yourself, Jax stepped forward, ready to start an actual fight. You caught his arm, trying to stop him. He turned to look at you, ¨He needs a lesson¨, he grumbled. Worry was dripping from all of you: your eyes, the hand on his arm, the fingers gripping his skin. There was a plea in your eyes. A plea to prove to you that he was different from what he used to be. A plea to give you a reason to stay. You came even closer, your chest touching his back, and whispered into his shoulder. ¨Baby, it's not worth it¨.

He could feel your body pressing up against him, your breath on his neck, the way ¨baby¨ had fallen from your lips,...He wanted to prove to you that he could be different. So he let out a deep breath, slowly. Frustration and desire burning within him. You were right. It wasn't worth it.

You felt like you could finally breathe, you let your head rest against Jax´s back, your hand absimentally running up and down his forearm.

It didn't last, Tig couldn't help himself, letting out a last jab as he turned around. ¨Guess you two lovebirds going to make up now, you're welcome¨. You dropped your arms yo your sides, muttering under your breath, ¨For fucks sake Tig¨. And you truly couldn't blame him when Jax finally grabbed him by the collar and punched him.

His anger took the best of him, slamming his brother against the wall. Tig had pushed and pushed, and was now getting the fruits of his hard labour. Watching the fight unfold, you mentally prepared yourself to clean up Jax after. This was what you´d been dreading since Tig came out. It was scary how quick you seemed to be able to fall back into the violent routine. Instead of freaking out, you were making a list of the injuries Jax would have, and how to patch him up. You were freaking out too, of course, in the background.

You could take the sight of a few punches and minor injuries. But then the fight started to escalate, you looked at Chibs. He seemed worried, he hadn't moved and he wouldn't. This was a matter between Jax and Tig. But at least he seemed worried, right?

They were both covered in sweat, their faces bloody and their breathing ragged. Still it didn't look like they were willing to give in. Well, they would stop, one way or another. Against your better judgment, you stepped closer. Close enough that they could accidentally hit you.

¨Aye, stop that!¨, you just pretended not to hear Chib´s warning. You heard him get closer as well. And you were not the only one.

The bloody men looked up at you when they heard Chibs yell, surprised at your closeness. They had been so focused on each other they hadn't noticed your approach. Tig´s eyes showed disbelief and something close to pride, Jax´s darkened. He was bothered, what a surprise.

Your eyes were sternly going from one set of blue eyes to the other, ¨You two done now?¨. Tig chuckled at your bravery, treating them like misbehaving children. Jax´s eyes softened, as he wiped blood from his lip. ¨Yeah, we´re done¨.

They got up and hugged it out. Unbelievable.

¨Great¨, you held your hand to Jax, ¨C´mon, let's get you cleaned up¨. You knew the gesture meant something to the guys who were a part of the club. It meant something to you too, it just happened to be something different. You did not give a flying fuck if they took this a sign of a great old lady or whatever. You hoped neither did Jax. He looked at your hand, at you, at his brothers. He knew the other bikers were sizing up the situation, he didn't care right now. All that he cared about was the way you were looking at him, the way you cared for him. So he took your hand, allowing you to lead him.

As you walked you looked at Tig, ¨You good?¨. He nodded, smiling. ¨Nothing I can't handle, doll¨

You didn't smile back, instead giving him a piece of your mind. ¨Don't ever speak about me that way again¨. It wasn't a warning. It wasn't a threat. It was a statement.

You then turned to keep walking, going straight to Jax´s room, knowing the route by heart. His hand was still on yours, neither of you cared about the outrageous amount of looks you were getting as you entered the clubhouse. He only cared about the way your fingers were intertwined. You only cared about repeating yourself: this was the last time you did this. You didn't believe it. His hand in yours didn't let you believe it. It was such a small gesture. And yet it felt like so much more.

As you entered the room, he shut the door, enjoying the darkness and silence. His eyes were roaming your body in front of him. Your soft voice stopped a string of ungentlemanly thoughts. ¨Wheres the first aid kit?¨

He started to walk to the bathroom when you scoffed ¨Sit, where is it?¨

He wanted to get it himself, to not let you win, but his body thought something else. Jax made his way to the bed as he answered with a sigh, ¨You know¨. You did, you knew a lot, maybe too much. So, with that, you made your way to the bathroom and opened the cabinet where you knew you´d find what you were looking for.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to stand between his legs, leaving the first aid kit on the bed. You brushed the hair out of his face to examine the damage. He let you, simply looking up at you.

Jax could feel the heat from your body, the tingle of your fingers against his forehead, a familiar feeling started to settle in his stomach.

¨You won't need stitches so that's good¨, you seemed unaffected by the closeness. But the way your fingers were tracing his face certainly affected Jax. He had seen this before, you switching into nurse mode as a way to cope with the anger his injuries caused you.

¨How´s the rest of your body feeling? Any cut I need to clean up urgently?¨. Even if he understood what was happening, he couldn't help but feel disappointed that you weren't closer, caressing him…treating him as a lover instead of a patient. But you were not his lover, not any more. He wasn't fooling himself either, this was how you´d acted most of the times you had had to patch him up.

No matter how you looked, your head was swirling with a million thoughts and feelings: this is a mistake, you shouldn't be here, leave now, you promised to yourself you wouldn't do this again, look at him, he is so pretty, he needs you now, no he doesn't, he's an adult, he did this to himself, it's not your responsibility to fix him.

It was his smooth voice that stopped your brain, ¨Uh, rest of me is fine. Nothing serious, just some scrapes and cuts¨. He was trying to calm you, seeing right through your facade. It did not work, riling you up even more.

Your voice came out sharper than you mean to, ¨I'll say if it's serious or not¨. Not giving him time to reply, you grabbed a gauze and disinfectant. ¨This is gonna sting¨

Jax swallowed nervously, whether that was because of the pain to come or your cold attitude you didn't know. When he looked up at you his heart skipped a beat. ¨Go ahead. I can take it¨. Something about his bravado bothered you, it seemed like he was proud he could take a few punches. ¨Yeah well, you don't have to¨ you started cleaning a cut in forehead ¨That was stupid¨

He didn't answer right away, or at all for that matter. He did, however, wince when the disinfectant touched the wound. Not a sound came from his mouth. That did not mean he was still, at all. It wasn't only the pain, it was your closeness. Jax wanted nothing more than grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. Even if you were being cold, you used to straddle him when you were dating, letting his hands roam your body. Not this time. This time felt aseptic on your end. It was a defense mechanism, you couldn't let yourself fall into this routine again. You still remembered the anxiety, the sleepless nights knowing he was in danger, the fights, the jealousy. And worst of all, his mother, a constant presence in his life, undermining your every move. Maybe you could´ve taken it if it had just been the memories from months ago. Maybe. But now? After what had just happened? All of those got mixed up with his rough breaths, his lips on yours, the taste of his kisses. And you couldn't help but yearn for it to happen again. That bothered you the most, the good parts of relationships usually weighed more on you than the bad ones.

And the good parts with Jax were great, he was caring, attentive, you could have named a million qualities. But nothing mattered more than the way the world didn't seem to matter as long as you were together, the way your stress dissipated as soon as you saw him, as soon as your hands were on his body. With Jax living such a dangerous life, that had been especially addictive. The absolute relief after he came back from a run.

The bad had been there too,of course, now more present than it had ever been after the breakup. You´d been in this position way too many times, patching him up after a fight that could've been easily avoided. Yes, you agreed that Tig had it coming, but only because you knew Jax, he had little to no control. The only way he knew to defend himself was violence. At first, you thought you could fix him, teach him another way,...

But there was no other way if you were a Son.

How you managed to make your voice sound emotionless despite your internal turmoil, you didn't know. ¨Was it worth it?¨. It was an unfair question, you knew, but you didn't care. After realizing the harshness of your question, your hand instinctively went to his cheek, then following a route of its own to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck.

Jax tried to speak, but the words kept getting stuck on his throat. Or in his head. What was he supposed to answer? He knew what you wanted to hear, but he wasn't sure he could give that to you, not without lying. So he was honest, ¨I don´t know¨.

Using the leverage of your hand tangled on his neck, you tilted his head to look at a cut on his chin. ¨Typical¨, you scoffed at his answer. Clearly you weren't happy with it.

This time, when the gauze grazed his skin, the blonde hissed. Focusing on the feeling of your hand touching him made the pain slightly less…well, painful. He could see the frustration in your eyes, and it made him feel guilty. Guilt was not what his tone showed when he retorted, ¨It´s not that simple¨

When your eyes locked on his, your cold mask was gone, something much deeper replacing it. ¨Yes it fucking is¨, your voice trembled as you wiped the blood under his nose and checked that it wasnt broken. Even through the pounding in his ears, he could tell the tremble of your voice had nothing to do with weakness or sadness. Maybe in a second level. But the surface was plain anger. Maybe mixed with something else? That much he could not decipher, the pain in his head more present with every passing second.

Your brows furrowed as your eyes zoned in the cut you were dreading the most, the one on his lower lip. You tilted his head and held him steady as you cleaned him up. His breath hitched. He looked up at you. You were beautiful, concentration evident on your face. He had no doubts now, he knew he still loved you. He knew he would never stop. You could have, should have left. But you were there, taking care of him. Did you still have feelings for him? Had he completely messed up, or could you work things out?

The second the gauze made contact with his skin, those thoughts stopped. All of his energy focused on not flinching, not making a sound. You caught onto that, you always did. And you rolled your eyes, you could not believe he was still playing tough.

Jax eventually winced, his eyes finally leaving yours. It did soften you, it shouldn't but it did. So you blew a little on his lips, hoping it would alleviate his pain. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you said ¨Sorry¨.

Jax closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your breath on him. He missed you, having you close, your touch,... When he opened his eyes, he saw the conflict in your eyes clear as day. There was anger, frustration, and something else.

You took a step back. You saw his hand run down his leg, on its way to get a hold of you, to stop you. A sigh left your lips as you sat next to him and extended your palm, ¨Gimme your hand¨.

His knuckles were bloody and already starting to bruise. For some reason, you wanted to cut him some slack, so you teased him.

¨We also had not done this in a long time¨. Placing his hand on your thigh might not have been the greatest idea. Without even thinking about it his fingers wrapped around your knee. The squeezee brought back so many memories, memories a part of you wanted to repeat.

He answered lowly, ¨No, we haven't¨ . You could hear the smile on his voice though.

Maybe it was the familiarity of the scene, but your mouth moved before you could think. ¨Sure didn't miss this¨.

It took Jax a few seconds to process your words, eyes burning into your thigh. He noticed your flush, the way you seemed to be having a hard time keeping it together. He chuckled softly at your jab, moving his hand up. ¨You never complained about it before¨.

A smile crept into your lips, no matter how much you tried to stop it. ¨I was too busy complaining about the fighting to also complain about patching you up¨.

You were both smiling now, his hand higher and higher, closing in the hem of your dress. The tension, a mix of anger and desire, made the air thick. Most importantly, it made it hard to focus on anything else. The sting of the disinfectant was still there, nothing compared to the pain in his chest. He knew his teasing tone would get to you, ¨And here I thought you enjoyed nursing me back to health¨.

It bothered you, because it was partly true, you did enjoy it. ¨I wish I didn't need to¨. A pang of hurt crossed your eyes at the sight of the cuts in his face. That was also true, you wished he didn't get himself in situations like that.

The ache in your eyes made Jax want to pull you into his arms and take care of you. Instead of doing that, he squeezed your thigh harder. ¨I know¨, he fought the urge to lean into you, ¨I´m sorry¨.

You took a deep breath, Jax though you seemed to be trying to be composing yourself. ¨So, who's been cleaning you up these last few months?¨. You´d finished cleaning his knuckles but made no move to let go of his hand.

¨No one¨. Jax looked over at you. ¨I´ve been doing it myself¨.

You shook your head, stifling a laugh. A bitter one. ¨So fucking stubborn¨.

As you examined his hand, the other flew to your thigh. His fingers gently caressed your skin, eyes looked on yours. The next time he spoke, his voice was laced with playful defensiveness, ¨I prefer the term independent¨.

You enjoyed the banter, the playful jabs. You were still trying not to smile when you looked at his blue eyes, ¨Bite me-¨.

His hand started tracing patterns on your upper thigh, the hem of your dress didn't seem to be a barrier anymore. The other one caressed the back of your neck, making sure your stare didn't leave his. But they did, you were looking at his lips, they were now wearing a smirk.

¨Is that a dare or a request, darlin´?¨

Shaking your head as you untangled yourself from him, you laughed. ¨Okay¨, you got up and stood in front of him, ¨Take off your shirt¨.

Jax let his eyes explore your figure, letting out a low whistle. He got up and obeyed. You told yourself you were studying his bruises. It was a lie, your eyes had immediately gone to his v line, then slowly made their way up, studying every inch of his exposed skin.

You still managed to scoff when you saw his grin. ¨Drop the cockyness, I have to check the cuts¨. Your eyes betrayed you once again. His neck. His arms. His hands. His hips. Thankfully his voice stopped your train of thought, which would lead nowhere good. He shouldn't have sex in his condition, you had to get your shit together. ¨Sorry, sweetheart. Can't help it with you looking at me like that¨. You smiled, shaking your head.

For the second time that night, a door opening interrupted an intimate moment between you. Gemma stood on the doorway, hands on her hips. Everything about her screamed I´m not happy about this.

¨Hey baby, need help cleaning up? I heard what happened¨. The vibe was as tense as it could, she did not acknowledge you, and you did not acknowledge her. She had been the reason you two had broken up, so you clearly were not happy about her presence.

Jax seemed to deflate at his mothers presence. He swallowed, realizing how the scene looked. The intimacy of the scene was palpable…until four seconds before. After a few seconds of Jax not answering, you took initiative on the conversation. ¨Everything's under control here¨.

At the sound of your voice he seemed to wake up, ¨Yeah, she was helping me¨. Gemma's eyes slowly made their way to you, icy and sharp. ¨Was she now?¨. You squared up, ready for a fight.

Jax took a step towards you, knowing how ugly things could get between you and his mother. It did nothing but rile you up, ¨I guess I was faster¨, the than you was left unsaid. But understood by all.

Gemma narrowed her eyes, taking a step into the room. ¨And what's that supposed to mean¨

If anyone who knew you had to say what your biggest flaw was, the answer would be unanimous. You were mouthy. So, as expected, you snapped, your voice higher. ¨Just saying, I was here cleaning him up first¨.

The other woman puffed, ¨Been taking care of him longer than you have, sweetheart¨. She looked about ready to throw a punch. You were scared she might. So was Jax apparently, since he stepped in front of his mother.

¨Stop, both of you. This is not the time or place¨. You looked at him, wondering if this was him stepping up for you. For the first time. So you stepped back and tried not to make it worse. You could see his shoulders relax slightly, then turning to Gemma. His voice was dripping with authority, ¨Mom, I appreciate your concern, but she's right. She was here first and she´s the one taking care of me¨.

The authoritative voice was hot, but the fact that he was defending you? You could've died on the spot. So many thoughts started filling your head, ways to thank him. Jax saw the look in your eyes, slightly darkened and full of hunger.

He looked back at his mother, ¨Maybe you should go, let us finish here¨. Your gaze went to Gemma, genuinely curious as to how she'd react. Her jaw was clenching, she knew she'd lost this fight. That did not mean she had to concede graciously. She turned, leaving the room and slamming the door.

Jax sat back on his bed, running his hands through his hair. ¨I swear, she´s gonna give me a heart attack one day¨.

Your voice was calm as you sat next to him, rubbing his back, ¨I hope not¨. A low moan left his lips when your hand landed on his back.

¨Ain't no one I'd rather have give me a heart attack than you, baby¨. His laugh was a low rumble. A rumble left unheard by you, his sentence awakening something in your stomach. He could see the effect of his words on you, a lazy grin appearing on his lips. Jax leaned into your touch, ¨What´s going on in that pretty little head of yours?¨, his voice was soft.

¨Nothing¨, your hand came across something wet. Blood. ¨You have a cut there?¨. You were already reaching for the gauzes.

¨Must´ve gotten it in the fight, I´m all banged up¨. He smiled at you, eyes sparkling. ¨But I´ve had worse, darlin´¨.

The gauze already going over the wound, you didnt loose a beat. ¨Yeah, well, you´re about to¨. You loved the comfortable place you were at right now. Jax did too, a laugh making his chest rumble.

¨You´re full of sass tonight, aint´ya?¨

That took you by surprise, you´d always been sassy. Especially around Jax. ¨Wasn´t I always?¨. The hand on his back went up to his neck, and there you felt his shoulders go up and down as he laughed.

¨Nah, not like this. You´ve always had a tongue but tonight, sweetheart? You´re just going out of your way to give me a hard time¨. You scoffed at that, shaking your head. ¨Maybe you deserve it¨.

Jax´s eyes sparkled with mischief, ¨Oh yeah? And what do you think I deserve?¨. His voice got lower, and you felt it on every part of your body. Some more than others. You got up and threw the gauze in the trash, then kneeling in front of him. ¨You´re going out of your way to piss me off lately¨.

He loved this vision of you, fiery, feisty and ready to snap at him. He lowered his face closer to yours, and purred ¨And how am I doing that exactly, baby?¨.

¨You´re trying to get me all riled up¨, as you looked at his naked torso you saw bruises forming, ¨Fuck Jax-¨.

He chuckled, trying to dismiss your worry. ¨Come on, darlin´. Not the first time I´ve been all banged up…also not gonna be the last¨. He pulled you up, hoisting you onto his lap, his body warm against yours.

You caressed his face, ¨That's the problem, I can't handle you getting hurt over and over again¨. His expression softened, his heart aching. Jax knew you were worried about him, he knew you cared. You knew that too, that was the problem.

¨I know¨, his voice was soft, ¨But this is my life¨. He was tired, you could tell. And if you were being honest, you did not want to have this conversation. So you didn't. You got up and looked at him, he was a mess.

¨You should take a shower, you look like shit¨. His laugh warmed your heart, his eyes were sparkling.

¨Ain't you a sweetheart, telling me I look like crap¨. But as he looked down, he realized he did. ¨Guess you´re right, not the prettiest sight huh?¨

¨Not right now¨, you were still laughing when you signaled the bathroom door, ¨Go on, I'll bring you something for the pain¨.

Jax shook his head, but got up and started walking to the bathroom. He appreciated your honesty, any other woman taking care of him would´ve lied. Not you, you straight up told him he looked like shit. He loved that. ¨I´ll go shower, but you better bring some good painkillers¨. His tone was lighthearted.

¨Oh yeah, you´re gonna need them¨, you couldn't help but tease him as you made your way to the door.

Jax rolled his eyes, pretending to be bothered. ¨You´re enjoying this way too much¨. With that, he stepped closer. You smiled, not stepping back. He kept going until he was towering over you. He was wearing a smug smirk, that could be very good or very bad news. ¨You just love seeing me like this, don't ya? All banged up, needing your help, ...¨

Bad news it was then. Your demeanor changed radically, playfulness long gone. ¨No, I don´t¨.

His smile faded, knowing he had ruined the moment. ¨Sorry, darlin´. I was trying to lighten the mood¨. One of his hand traveled up your arm, caressing you.

¨I know, I´m just messing with you¨. You laughed lightly.

He mirrored your smile, ¨I swear, you´re gonna be the death of me¨.

As he started to walk to the bathroom, he looked at you over his shoulder, ¨Gonna stick around while I shower? Make sure I don't faint?¨. The domesticity of it all was drowning, nor necessarily in a bad way, but it was a lot. You winked at him, ¨Sure¨

¨No peeping¨, he gave you a stern look before closing the door.

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Little Mermaid

Five Hargreeves x mermaid reader

Summary: Five and his family are finally taking a vacation! When Five stumbles on a little mermaid that loves looking at him.

The picture at the bottom is not mine credits to the creator I just colored her how I imagined her.

Five surveyed the ocean and breathed in and out, smelling the salty water. He took in the view. He walked towards a rock and saw a little secluded place. It looked like no one went there at all. Five turned towards where his family was and recognized that he walked further from the public beach and was more at a place that felt sacred in a way. Well it looked like it with just a glance. He kept going and slowly sat himself towards the sand. He gazed at the ocean and felt the waves crashing closely to where he was. It's not that he didn’t want to be with his family. After all, they did save the planet 8 years ago. He was finally 21, an “adult” even though he was 66 years old mentally. He just needed some space from his overly excited golden retriever brother Klaus and his chihuahua brothers and sister. He zoned back when he heard a splash close to him. His eyebrows furrowed and he squinted to see if he was able to calculate where it was coming from. That's when he saw it. A splash of a tail. He blinked multiple times. He was imagining stuff right? No way he just saw a tail that looked nothing like a fish or any other type of sea animal that he knew had a tail. Five slowly stood up and slowly took steps towards the ocean. He didn't want to scare whatever type of new animal he just discovered. Once he was waist deep he saw it.

He rubbed his eyes to see if maybe it was light that was deceiving him but no. There in front of him was a real mermaid swimming around. He took in her features. Her skin wasn't a normal color, it was more like an ice blue color. It actually looked pretty on her, he thought. Her hair color was a white silver with some blue tint at the bottom. What really interested him was her tail. It was an azure blue, it was long and wide, maybe around two to three feet longer than normal legs, her tail was wavy like a flowing dress. He knew that there wasn't a color that would match her tail,her scales glittered when the sun hit them making them look like diamonds. He didn't notice himself getting closer to the mermaid until he couldn't feel the ground with his feet. He panicked for a bit but then actually moved his arms and legs to not drown himself. When he calmed down and made sure he looked where land was he looked back where the mermaid was but he let out a small scream and backed away. Turns out the mermaid caught him and swam closer to inspect him seeing as she has never seen a human up close. You tilted your head when Five did it too, you kept copying his movements until he gently pushed you away from him. His hands were a bit shaky when he grabbed your shoulders. He cleared his throat which you mimicked also, finding whatever he does fascinating.

“I…I’m Five.” He gently murmured towards you.

You blinked your eyes and tilted your head. You copied his lip movements but nothing came out. He eyed you, confused why you haven’t said anything. His eyes widened and he let out a small ‘oh’. He guessed you didn’t understand what he was saying. Until you grabbed his head and kissed him. His eyes widened and he didn’t know if he should push you away or not. The first physical girl/mermaid that he interacts with more and not counting his family or the people that want to kill him and she steals his first kiss (Dolores stole many kisses from him but he could never feel her soft lips on his skin). When you let go of him you were sofly panting while he was catching his breath from that intense kiss you gave him.

“I..I /N… Y/…N '' you stuttered. It was your first time talking in the human language. You didn’t even know if you said your name right.

Mermish was the language the mermaids spoke but if spoken in land it sounded harsh and raspy, like a scream. Five stared at you confused and still a bit dazed from the kiss. He didn't know why you kissed him. Was this how mermaids introduced each other? He didn’t know. You smile at him so innocently and giggle. He kept blinking and just stared at you. He finally coughed and cleared his throat.

“Y… yeah I’m Five… Five Hargreeves. You said your name was Y/N?” He softly questioned you.

You looked at him for a minute trying to understand the question he just asked you and you nodded your head eagerly. You were too excited to finally talk to someone that wasn’t a merperson. You swam from side to side wondering what else you will be able to learn about this human. Five nodded and hesitated in asking about your kind. He’s read too many books whether real or not about the merpeople and knew they were secretive. What he wanted to ask was why you kissed him out of nowhere. So he did.

“So so so why… Why did you kiss me? Is that how you introduced each other?” Five questioned you. He did want to know in case he ever encountered another merpeople, (which he hoped not since he for some reason will feel guilty). You looked at him and shook your head.

“No… I wish to know languages… not good…I kiss to know human language” You replied back to him, still smiling at him. Five’s face grew hot at what you just said, and so casually too like it was normal. Jesus you will be someone interesting this vacation. He knew he won't be able to get rid of you so easily now.

Five gave out a small laugh and shook his head. Well at least now he was able to somewhat understand you. Your English wasn't the best and your sentences were somewhat out of place but that's all right. You giggled back seeing as he wont be a harm to you. You couldn't wait to gush to your best friend about this Five human. Five then started swimming towards the shore seeing as he was tired of trying not to drown. You tilted your head questioning in your head why he was leaving when you swam under and saw his legs, your eyes widened in fascination and touched his feet. Five felt the touch and tried to hurried it up, he shook his leg wanting you to stop touching his leg. He got closer and shook his head like a dog. he sat close to the ocean where the sand met the water so you don't have to come out not knowing if you'll be able to survive or not. You popped your head out of the water and laugh. he looked at you and let out a chuckle. You were one fascinating creature. He mentioned you to get a little closer to him so he would be able to talk to you then screaming and exposing you.

You smiled widely and swam a bit too excited towards him. You kept staring at his features. You again leaned close to his face almost touching nose to nose. Five's face flushed at the sudden movement but didn't move at all. She admired the way this particular human looked. He had an olive tint to his skin nothing like the icy blue she had. His hair was a chestnut color, his eye color reminded her of the seaweed she will mostly use, but they had a speck of gold on them when the light hit his eyes. She moves her head a bit to look more at him. His physique wasn't exactly muscular, but the hard outlines of his body still captivated you. Your eyes drank in the sight of him, lingering on the way his chest rose and fell with the quickening pace of his breath, before trailing down the soft expanse of his stomach. Five let out a small mewl, you didn't know that you were turning him on. It was just the way your burned on his skin, the way she took the sight of him like she could ravish him and he will let her.

Five grabbed your shoulders and gently pushed you away, the way you were drinking him in will make him go feral and he didn't know if he would be able to control himself. You tilted your head, your furrowed in confusion not knowing what you did wrong. You looked at his face turning crimson, his breathing was irregular. You put your hand on his chest and leaned your head to hear his heartbeat, closing your eyes taking it in. Five's mind stopped working right there. All the blood rushed towards his cock and he had to stop himself from grabbing you and kissing you. Well fuck this cute innocent's mermaid. By the end of this summer he will make you squirm just for him.

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dotster001 · 7 months ago

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I love the idea that Sirena doesn’t really like any of her kids, she wanted a perfect doll vs a child. Reminds me of Riddle’s mom. After each kid started to show their true personality vs a babbling baby, she would start talking about another baby, not cause she wanted another but because this last one was « defective » I bet Floyd has huge screaming matches with her over if they should punish the kids for a bad grade, or « looking bad » in public.

Picture Sirena learning about poor reader, and now you have a beautiful woman holding a knife to your neck while Floyd barters for your life! Maybe to mess with Floyd she hires you as a gardener! They’re being super toxic towards eachother while trying to get you to fall for the other! Kids need a mother/father figure in their lives after all! If something were to happen they hope you would be willing to step up!

Warning: toxic Sirena, also this turned into a ramble,

Yeah. She and Floyd hate each other, but if she wants to ever be head of the Leech family, (after Papa Leech dies, and after she finishes her plan to kill Floyd) she needs an heir. Otherwise the position will go to Jade. As it is, she is very nervous that Papa Leech is leaning towards co ownership between the twins, and she can't have that.

Unfortunately, thanks to Floyd's influence, these kids all have a stupid flaw, free will. It's ridiculous really. Don't they know their whole purpose is to be her pawn?

She knows the Leech family reputation, and while Floyd has yet to go to the lengths she has to get rid of her, she knows there's a possibility that one day he'll finally snap and take her down. In fact she's a little surprised it has taken this long, considering the way she's seen Jade and Azul seriously quietly talking to Floyd, and throwing glances her way from time to time. Every time they have those "chats" Floyd always just sighs and rolls his eyes. It tells her all she needs to know. She's safe right now. Though she had, in her youth, hoped to be engaged to Jade, she knows now that she's lucky, and begrudgingly owes Floyd one, because Jade would have killed her by now if it wasn't for Floyd's protection.

And she knows where that protection comes from. Her family has it's own connections, so she learned, just as the twins did, how to play people like a chessboard. Floyd is lonely. Floyd hopes that one day, no matter how much they hate each other, they will one day fall in love and be a normal family. Also, Floyd spent his whole life dreaming of a big family. And she needs lots of children so that she doesn't lose her position to Jade when the time comes. So, she doesn't mind letting him have his big family, hell, it may be the reason she is still breathing. Until she realizes how strong Leech genetics are. None of these kids are worthy. None are good enough. And Floyd doesn't help by refusing to betrothe them to people who are worthy. (These are the largest screaming battles. Floyd refuses to let his children be miserable like he is)

It's after the birth of the youngest that she starts to formulate an idea of how to get rid of him, then send the brats to a school where manners and decorum will be pounded into them.

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As to beautiful woman holding a knife to my throat, ehehehehehhe that's definitely a thought. When I was making her picrew, I had an "Oh no, she's hot" moment, so tbh, if she held a knife to my throat I would be so distracted 😂 like, TWO pretty people are putting attention on me? Wowie wow wow!

She's so petty, she totally would hire you to work in her house, and not tell Floyd. Then she'd sit smugly as he freaks out when he finds you cleaning a toilet or something. I have ideas in place for you looking for a new job because "the economy", and you don't tell Floyd you're quitting, cause why would you, he's just a customer. Then he gets furious, because this must mean you hate him, how dare you, yadda yadda

But what if, when you are starting to think about quitting, this gorgeous woman comes in and just happens to be looking for a new housekeeper. You don't tell Floyd, cause why would you he's just a customer etc etc, he still gets crazy angry (as do the kids).

Sirena may be a terrible person, and someone who shouldn't be a mother, but she is an excellent lady of the house. She knows everyone's day to day schedule so that she can successfully keep you away from literally anyone but her until the absolutely perfect moment. You could be working in that house for months before you ever see a soul besides her.

She's a horrible person, and yells at you all the time for literally no reason, but the pay is ridiculously good, so leaving doesn't feel like an option. Besides, she says this is only her winter and spring home, and that they are a family of mers, and would totally be willing to take you with them when they return to their ocean home for summer and fall. And you've always wanted to visit the ocean, but never had the funds yourself, so you really can't pass up the opportunity. You can deal with some emotional distress for the opportunity of a lifetime.

It's probably Jade (Jr.) that finds you first. He's the youngest, and therefore hardest to predict, so it's hard for Sirena to keep him in check. But because he's the youngest, no one believes him when he says that he saw mom/dad cleaning his room. Pearl sees you next when she's ditching a social function, and from there the whole house knows.

Except papa.

Papa is still trying to track you down like a blood hound. He doesn't realize you are literally living in his home... because he himself is rarely home.

But the showdown is coming.

And you, who still is blissfully unaware of the trap you are in, are not ready for what's coming.

#dilf floyd leech #twisted wonderland #sirena leech #should prolly give her a tag now 😂#oooh a route where she tries to seduce you....#(it would work on me I'm weak)

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99hook · 1 year ago

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Comfort Zone | Part Two

Synopsis: He lost the FTW title and he needs you.

Warnings: angry sex ensues, degradation kink, praise kink, jewelry kink, unprotected sex, semi-public car sex, fluff sprinkled in if you look hard enough

A/N: @wickedval thank you for being so patient while I took forever working on this and I hope I do it justice for you! I can’t even telllll you guys how many times this one was requested since yn and Tyler did get interrupted by Jeff Hardy in the last fic. Lmao anyway here’s tyler taking his aggression out in a filthy raw way. Enjoy 🫶🏼

The bit of optimism he felt as he lead you down the hallway was quickly diminishing as those thoughts of him not only losing his title, but being knocked out cold with it started eating away at him again.

You could see that his improved mood was only short lived and his cold, empty stare was proof of that. He was rubbing his fingers together only to remind himself that his right hand was empty now.

His left hand held yours, involuntarily giving it a squeeze when he flashes back to the last few seconds of that match, just before everything went pitch black.

He remembers leaning down, attempting to get Jack back on his feet and seeing the gold peeking out from underneath his arms but, as soon as he realized it, he was crashing down onto the canvas.

The screams of the audience was briefly drowned out by a high pitched ringing sensation in his ears and he didn’t have enough strength to power through the intense dizziness that had him feeling like he was spinning out of control when he felt Jack lay on his chest and the refs hand hit the mat three consecutive times.

Thinking back on it now, he wishes he would’ve just raised his arm up, fought a little harder and never gave Jack the satisfaction that he’s probably boasting around the arena about, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight back for the first time in his life and he never thought that day would come where he’d have to openly face the fact that he lost everything he worked so hard to gain.

You eyed him as those thoughts attacked him. You could see his shoulders visibly sinking with the weight of the world on top of them and all you wanted to do was bring him out of his own head, but you also knew Tyler all too well and for that reason, you knew nothing you said would serve as any improvement to the way he’s feeling right now.

Actions speak louder, anyway.

He was about to lead you through the catering doors but stopped when he felt you pull against his hand. He looked over at you, readjusting his fingers intertwined with yours and that’s when you finally got to look deeply into his sunken eyes, practically able to visualize all of the pain he was in, all of the chaotic emotions that were running through him that he couldn’t hide well enough.

“Let’s go to the car.” You tell him, noting the flash of confusion that washed over his face.

“You’re ready to leave?” He asked, knowing how many times you’ve lectured him about taking off before the night is over.

You stepped a little closer and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before you leaned up on your tip-toes and placed a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I didn’t say anything about leaving. Let’s go finish what we started.”

He swallowed thickly, his lips parting but no words coming out of his mouth. You said nothing more as you pulled him down the hallway towards the exit doors, your feet and his both fast tracking to the corner of the parking garage where the rental was parked.

You spun around once you reached the driver side door and caught the hesitant look on his face, but his hands reaching to your hips eagerly told you a completely different story. You pulled him by the waistband, bringing him as close as two humans can physically get and leaned back up again, this time to place three soft kisses to the side of his neck, trailing up to his ear.

You breathed a whisper, so filled with a desire to simply please him, to take away all of this anger and demise in one of the most passionate ways you could possibly think of. “Anything you want to do to me, do it. Use me to your best advantage, baby. All that anger? Take it out on me. Everything you’re feeling, make me feel it ten times more.”

You pulled back, looking in his eyes that were suddenly so lustblown. Your soft words repeated in his head twice before he took one hand off of your hip and reached behind you for the handle of the back door.

“Get in.” He demanded, and you did as you were told, sliding onto the back seat and all the way over to the other door, before he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back toward him. Your feet dangled out the door, and he placed himself right between your thighs, taking a moment to contemplate his next move in his head while you watched his eyes roam from your lips to your thighs and back again.

You felt your mouth watering as you impatiently awaited him. He placed both hands on the hood of the car, his chest starting to heave as he let the arousal build up within him. You watched him slide his tongue over his lips and inhale a sharp breath before his darkened eyes roamed down to your shorts.

“Why are you still wearing clothes? I want you naked in the next ten seconds or im ripping them off of you myself.”

You were a little stunned by those demands but had no time for any of that, evidently. You hurriedly slid your shorts down to your ankles and tossed them on the floor of the car, about to slide your shirt off but he caught the way you were hesitantly eyeing the perimeter behind him, making sure nobody was around.

He stepped to the side to block your view and cupped one finger under your chin, raising your eyes to match his sharply.

“If anyone’s stupid enough to come back here, I’ll handle them. Do what I said and stop trying to buy yourself time. You’re ticking on my clock, baby, and Ill keep us out here all night long if I want to.”

You could only slightly nod as you grabbed the end of your shirt and slid it up over your head, exposing your matching bra and panties in that burgundy red, lacy fabric that always drives him absolutely wild, but tonight, he didn’t care enough about seeing you in anything at all.

“Nah baby, those too.” He points to your panties, then to your bra. “I said naked, did I not?”

You reached around and unclasped your bra, your breasts spilling out when you slid the straps down your arms and dropped the lacy piece to the floorboard. Then you brought your knees up and slid your panties down to your ankles, and Tyler stood there, his eyes following every single move you made with an unnerving, blank expression on his face the entire time.

You kept your thighs clenched together as you sat on the leather seat, nothing but a necklace wrapped around your neck and he tilted his head to the side slightly, sliding that tongue back over his lips like you were a five course meal and he’d been starving for days.

You felt his fingertips linger over the crease of your inner thighs pushed together and slide his hand down between the space, effectively earning your legs to spread wide by the simplest touch.

“That’s better, baby.” He rasped as he trails those fingertips ever so slowly up your inner thigh, stopping just before he reached your glistening cunt, just to trail them back down the other thigh. You watched his motions until he demanded your attention on him solely.

“Look at me.” His voice was sharper than it had been before, non suggestively spewing a demand that made your eyes instantly snap to his. “You sure you’re ready for this? Cause I’m gonna do more than just make you come and be done with you. I’ve had a bad, bad night baby, and it’s gonna take a lot to make me feel better.”

You swallowed, he heard the gulp. You nodded easily, knowing you asked for this and knowing what’s more, you probably didn’t even realize what you asked for initially. Tyler had eyes darker than sin and a million and one ideas in his mind. He was going to give you exactly what you asked of him but he knew you didn’t know the half of what that meant for you.

His eyes lingered down to the center between your thighs. The beautiful glisten dancing off of your skin that he knew had everything to do with him. He wanted more than anything to bury his face right between your thighs and soak up all of those sweet juices on his tongue but something he wanted even more than that, was to watch you squirm all over that seat, begging, pleading and whimpering for him.

He placed both hands back on the hood of the car and looked into your eyes again, purposely smoothing his tongue over his lips just to watch you watch him with so much desire evident in your yearning eyes.

“You look so pretty sitting on that seat, all spread open for me baby. Wish you could sit on my face but, unfortunately I don’t think I can make that happen in this Escalade, and from the looks of it, I think you’re a little too impatient to wait until we get back to the hotel.” He had a bit of amusement playing through his eyes for the simple way that you started breathing unevenly.

“I could drop to my knees right here. Take my time eating that pretty little pussy until your come is dripping off my lips.” You inhaled sharply, just the simple thought caused tingles to skate down your entire body. You felt his finger tips find their place right back on your inner thigh, painfully slowly trailing the pads of those digits across your skin, leaving chillbumps in their place.

“How would you feel about that, angel?”

By this point you couldn’t figure out how to breathe properly. He was having all kinds of sensations rush through your body and you could only react in such a disheveled manner when his fingertips grazed their way to the crease of your thigh, collecting a small bit of the sweetness smeared over your skin.

You tilted your head to the side letting it lazily fall against your shoulder as you gripped the side of the back seat. He let his lips tip up in a smirk for the first time since you got him out here and felt your heart begin to race when you recognized that taunting look.

“Slide a little closer.” He said before he wrapped his hands under your thighs and pulled you to the edge. Your ass was barely sitting on the end of the seat, knees locking on each side of his hips to keep you steady. You felt the fabric of his shorts brushing against your pulsating heat, dying for a little more friction of any kind and he knew that.

His hardened bulge was pressed to your core, and he was keeping himself as still as stone just to watch your desperation get the best of you when you lifted your hips in search of anything that could take away the tormenting need for pleasure he wasn’t allowing you to get from him immediately.

You let out a needy whimper, something more along the lines of an aching moan for more and he felt you rubbing yourself against his bulge. He was internally dying to unrestrain it from the tight fitting boxers beneath his shorts but he was keeping a cool hand on the outside. It was just too satisfying to watch you internally crumble over the lightest touches.

“You just wanna be fucked so bad, don’t you baby?” His voice was dripping with tormenting condescension, something that made you whimper back in a broken, frail voice.

“But that’s no fun for me if I just give you what you want. You said you wanted me to take everything out on your gorgeous body, so that’s what I plan to do, baby. You asked for this, and remember that.”

He slowly lowered himself down to his knees, his dark eyes trained on you as he brought your legs over his shoulders. You watched him, but your eyes kept involuntarily adverting to the packed garage around you, silently praying that nobody would come out and see what was happening right now.

“What did I tell you?” Tyler’s harsh tone snapped your eyes back to him. “Focus on me, don’t worry about nobody else right now. I’ll deal with them if I got to.”

He inches closer to your needy center, his lips just barely brushing over your sensitive skin, and leaving you feeling nothing but unquenchable deprivation. You instinctively arch your hips but he just inches a little more away, a smirk gracing his plump lips as he listens to your needy moans of pure desperation.

“I gotta admit, baby. I love seeing you like this.” He raspily whispers, his hot breath lingering over your aching cunt. “Moaning and whimpering and I’ve barely even touched you.”

His devilishly dark eyes stayed trained on your face. Your lips parting and short breaths fanning through them. He could see just how easy it was to send you on a downward spiral and the better half of him really wanted to test just how deep that spiral could go to.

He brings one finger up, tracing it up one of your folds, reveling in the way your breath hitched and your hips jerked. A full begging manner if he’s ever seen one. He collected a bit of your sweetness on the tip of his digit and brought it up to his lips, sliding his tongue over the clear liquid seeping down his skin as he kept his eyes intently on you.

You felt the salivation coating your tongue, threatening to drip out of the corner of your mouth as you watched him toy with you, initiating a mind game as he made sure you kept your eyes solely focused on him.

You let out an exaggerated sigh that morphed into more of a groan of frustration and he quirked his brow when he heard it, clearly more than just a little amused at your antics.

“What’s wrong, baby? You sound a little frustrated.” He taunted, slowly tracing the pad of his pointer finger up your slit, but shying away the moment he nears your pulsating clit. “You don’t like being teased?”

You felt him smearing your juices across your skin. The contrast of the slick motions in comparison to his calloused finger was doing nothing but making you internally scream for him to do something, anything more.

You tried to glare at him but you weren’t strong enough to hold that piercing stare. He had you in shambles already and he was taking way too much pride in it. You felt the tip of his finger just barely graze over your clit and that alone made your whole body shudder.

“Is that where you wanna be touched, baby? Want my tongue on your clit instead of my fingers? Just wanna get straight to the point, huh? Well, maybe I can do that another time. Right now I’m just enjoying taking my time with this pretty pussy.”

You threw your head back and another drawn out groan ripped through your throat, and he smirked when he heard it. You felt his finger glide down to your entrance and circle around it slowly.

“You’re dripping on the seats, baby. I feel bad for the next people who rent this car.” He lowly chuckles as he pushes just the tip of his finger in your tight hole and holds it there, feeling your walls desperately try to suck him in as they clench around him.

“I can feel how bad you want it.” He groans out, “Just the tip of one of my fingers already has your pussy throbbing.”

You clenched your teeth, doing your best not to let your frustration get the better of you but him being so close, his lips hovering over your aching core only made you want to grab his hair and pull him right where you needed him but, you knew that wouldn’t go over well for you in the end. You just tried to stay semi-decently composed but Tyler was making it an excruciating challenge.

You felt his middle finger slide in just a little more, up to the second knuckle and slowly curl back and to, feeling you out as he examined the way you reacted. All you could do was grip the seat harder, your nails probably cutting into the leather but it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with. He blew a steady breath over your clit, but only left you nearly trembling for more than just that.

“Always so tight” he praises as he continues to slowly curl his finger. “I can barely move my finger, your clenching down around it so hard. Bet you wish it was my cock, don’t you baby?”

You easily nodded, whimpering out, “Yes, I really do, baby. I need you to fuck me, please.”

You felt his finger slide just a little further in, but the ring around it kept him from pushing it all the way. You felt the cool metal against your hot skin, serving up a shiver to roll through your body as he watched with lustful eyes.

“Guess this is all I can give you right now, baby. Damn ring you always want me wearing is in the way. Or else, maybe I’d be hitting your g-spot right now. Guess we’ll never know.”

“Take the fucking ring off.” You groaned out, jerking your hips in a needy attempt to get him deeper, but he brought his other hand up and clamped it around your waist, keeping you from being able to get what you want that easily.

“I’m not doing that.” He sharply states as he curls that finger even slower. You could feel it just centimeters away from your sweet spot and you knew he wasn’t attempting to reach it on purpose. “You’re just gonna have to sit here and take what I give you until I say you’ve had enough.”

Your head fell to the headrest, eyes rolling before you screwed them shut. You felt his finger sliding out, just to slip back in deeper but just not deep enough for you.

“You’re gonna regret this” you warn him, but that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Am I?” His coy, cocky smirk spread across his lips. “How so, baby? Tell me.”

You effectively glared down at him and the arrogant, prideful look on his face. “When it’s my turn, I’m gonna make sure you’re begging me to let you come.”

“That’s cute baby, but you’re not having a turn tonight.” He leaned back some, inserting another finger. You felt your clenched walls being forced to spread as he stretched them out, and still, when he felt that soft spot deeper in, he didn’t even try to thrust his digits against it.

“No, see, I have some plans for you, and they don’t involve you coming until I say so. Remember, I told you I’ve had a bad night. Gonna take a lot of this-“ your gasp got caught in your throat when you felt his fingers roughly curl, “to make me feel better.”

Your lips folded in beneath your teeth as you felt his long, slender fingers finally giving you optimized pleasure. The sounds of your dripping nectar sloshing around his digits brought another easy smirk to Tyler’s face.

“Sounds like I hit your sweet spot, baby.” He grips your hip tighter when he notices you starting to squirm around. “Don’t fight me. You were practically begging for this five minutes ago.”

Your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. The roof of the Escalade was a blur through your glossed over eyes as he kept thrusting those fingers right where you’d been dying for, and within seconds, you felt his plump lips lock around your clit, sucking pulsations in a pattern of three at a time before his tongue swirled over it.

“Oh God, fucking finally” you exasperated, forcing yourself to pick your head back up, only to catch his intense gaze from where he kneeled between your thighs. The thrusts of his two fingers sped up when your eyes locked with him, specifically so he could get a good look at you coming undone.

You thoughtlessly wrapped your fingers up in his wild hair, effectively making those wind blown locks even more disheveled. He felt his cock throb when your nails raked his scalp, but he did his best to avoid the ache he had for the time being. In his mind, this was a fun game. A challenge for the both of you that he was more than willing to accept and initiate.

“Mm” he hums against you, causing a vibrational sensation against your clit. “Taste like fucking heaven, baby. I know you feel like it too.” He emphasized that praise with two harder pumps against your g-spot, making your thighs jerk. You were so riled up, thanks to him purposely teasing up to this point that you were incredibly overly sensitive and he knew it just by the way your body helplessly reacted.

He felt your walls clenching tighter the second your stomach coiled, and because he knew your body like the back of his own hand, he already knew exactly when to retreat, just to keep on this little game he was playing with you.

He waited until you were seconds away from the earth shattering orgasm before he immediately snatched his fingers out and pulled off your clit with a soft pop. Your fingers were still tangled up in his hair and he felt your nails digging down, your frustrations at an all time high as you let out a deep groan that morphed into a whimper of despair.

You glared down at him, but his eyes were so focused on the single bead of sweat slipping down between your breasts that he didn’t even notice. Your chest was heaving deeply, louder breaths coming out completely unrestrained as your entire body shuddered. All he had to do was blow air over your throbbing clit and you’d be coming all over that seat but, again, he knew your body so well, he already took that all into consideration before he made the choice to leave you trembling, begging for more.

“You almost came.” He says as he leans back and pulls your hand out of his hair, placing it on your thigh. “Didn’t I tell you not until I say so? I’m pretty sure those were my exact words.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he pushed his fingers past your lips before you could get a single word out. Your tongue slid around his digits, tasting your own juices.

“Don’t even try arguing with me.” He demands, hooking his fingers against the bottom of your lower row of teeth. “You’re lucky I’m not bending you over my knee right now.”

He felt your tongue sliding over his fingers and his cock couldn’t fight against the tight fabric of his boxers hard enough when it twitched beneath them. It was causing a constant pain now, getting even more tender by the passing second so, he decided it was time to let you tend to that issue.

He pulled his fingers out and slid them over your bottom lip, purposely smearing your sweet juices there so that he could get another taste of them when he decides to kiss you again. You watched as he rose to his feet and kept his eyes on you as he slid his shorts down slightly, his cock springing free.

“Lay down on your stomach.” He demanded, and you quickly obliged. You felt the cold leather against your skin but it served no use in cooling your blazed body. You came eye level with his erect member and looked up at him through hooded lashes as you awaited any instruction he might want to give.

All that he did was grab the hood of the car and angle his hips, making the tip tap against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, keeping your low eyes on him as you invited him in, and he effortlessly accepted the invitation.

You were just about to wrap your hand around his shaft to keep it still but, “Hands behind your back.” Stopped you from doing that. He grabbed both wrists with one of his hands and clamped them against your back before he pushed his cock deeper in, until he felt the tip get blocked by the fleshy walls of your throat.

You did your best not to gag but that was pointless when he purposely thrusted those hips and aimed for a certain part of your throat. He watched your lips wrap around him, cupping tightly as your head bobbed back and to. You held your wanting eyes on him until you felt tears prick the corners of them.

Your hair fell forward, hovering against half of your face until he let go of the grip around your wrists to hold it back for you. He kept his grip pretty tight, your roots getting tugged each time you slid your lips down his shaft but, you liked it at the same time.

Even though Tyler was doing a pretty good job at keeping his composure on the outside, internally that man was losing it. He was watching you take every inch down your throat, feeling your tongue smooth against the underside of his cock, keeping your hands behind your back like he told you to.

He didn’t want there to possibly be an ending to all of this, which was why he was adamant that he wasn’t going to come until you were way too fucked out to pick your head up anymore. He wanted to really test the limits tonight and your willingness was more than a treat to him.

It was almost as if your submissiveness was healing the physical pains he was previously in. The throbbing of his head from where he took the blow from the belt no longer ached, his body wasn’t sore, his bones didn’t feel like they threatened to crumble anymore. All that he felt in that moment was a hunger. A deep, deep desire that overpowered all else.

He was angry, and he knew he would be angry for a long time but you letting him use your body as a way of releasing that rage was something he would most likely become addicted to. He just wanted to make you suffer, but in the most pleasurable way possible. Maybe it was a form of misery loves company but, this constant push and pull, bringing you to the edge before he snatches it all away, it was fueling him. Sparking a new release for all the pent up emotions he felt.

“Look at you” he huffs out a breathy whisper. Your eyes fluttered up to catch a glimpse of him. Lips parted and full, you just wanted to leave them kiss bitten.

He thrusted his hips again when your eyes locked with his just to hear and feel you gag around him, eliciting a gravelly groan when your throat closed in around him.

“I like you like this” he says as he adjusts the grip in your hair, holding your head still so he can take over. He snapped his hips in, forcing his thick cock to knock the back of your throat over and over and over until he watched the tears escape your eyes and slide down your cheeks.

Your saliva was seeping past your lips each time he pulled back, keeping them moist and slick for him to slide right back in. He loved the view he had right now. He absolutely adored the way the tears slipping down your cheeks traced black mascara trails against your skin. Your lips were so puffy, deeper red than usual. Cheeks tinted with a dusty pink hue.

“Prettiest little slut I’ve ever seen” he groans out as he pushes his hips back and to. “Laying there just letting me wreck your throat with my dick, cause that’s what pretty sluts love to do, isn’t it baby?”

You barely nodded, keeping your eyes on him, watching the way his brows knitted together when his clock twitched twice against your tongue. “Keep tryna drain every drop from me. You just want some come in your mouth, huh? Your mouth, your pussy, you just want it anywhere you can get it.”

It took all of his mustered strength to snap his hips back in the nick of time, just before he was about to release everything he had straight down the alley of your throat. You had a look of surprise that he caught sight of, and he had to try his absolute best not to show that he was struggling just as much as you were, cause all he really wanted was to let his body reach that teeth clenching high he was chasing but, still, he loved challenging himself and evidently, you as well.

“You didn’t come” you say with a bit of a strained voice. Your throat felt abused, bruised and swelled up but it was a weird kind of pain that you would ask for again and again.

“Cause I’m not done with you yet.” He says as he runs a clammy hand through his hair. “Sit up.” He demanded, patting the edge of the seat. You found yourself practically scrambling to your previous place, knees locking in at each side of his hips.

He ran his rough palms up from your knees to the crease of your thigh and back again before he leaned in and placed a featherlight kiss to your swollen lips. One that only made you chase after him for more, but he didn’t allow it.

“The safe word is what?” He asks, spreading your thighs apart. You felt his tip graze over your aching hole and almost forgot he ever even asked you a question. He cupped your cheeks with his thumb and two fingers and repeated himself, ensuring you were staring him straight in the eyes.

“YN, the safe word is what?”

“Red.” You blurt out, snapping back to the moment when he forced your attention on him. “It’s red.”

“Good girl.” He praised before grabbing his shaft with one hand and tapping his tip against your clit twice. “And if you don’t use it when you need to?” His eyes peer back at you, making sure you know all the ins and outs.

“Then we’re not doing this again.” You recited the rules made a long, long time ago when you and Tyler first started exploring things like bondage and choking. You weren’t sure why exactly this needed a safe word, but Tyler wouldn’t be Tyler if he didn’t make sure you were always comfortable with him, despite how he might be feeling, what he might be thinking, didn’t matter.

He slid his tip back down to your entrance and searched your eyes one last time, ensuring you were still as wanting as your were when this whole thing first started. You needily nodded before you leaned in and placed your lips against his, but he only let you kiss them lightly before he pulled his head back and deprived you once more.

“Can’t have you distracting me, baby.” He heavily whispered as he slid his tip past your entrance, already filling you out so much better than his two fingers did. “All those kisses you keep tryna give me, I know what you’re doing, and it’s not happening. Not until I’ve throughly fucked the shit out of you.”

You arched your hips in hopes of pulling him in deeper but he was smooth and steady, his motives already pre planned in his mind. He looked down and watched himself enter you, half of his cock disappearing and the other half dying to follow.

“More please” you whimpered.

“So needy.” He lowly chuckled, his hair falling over his forehead, hiding the view of the smirk you could practically hear on his face as he kept his eyes on his cock and the way your sweetness glistened off of it.

“You need to learn patience.” He adds as he takes a little bit back out of you. “How about every time you try to be greedy with my cock, I take a little more away. Think that will help you learn?”

“Think that’ll piss me off.” You copped back, but all he did was raise his eyes and hold that taunting smirk on his face.

“Who’s problem is that? Mine?” He teases, slowly sliding his cock just a little deeper. “You can’t come without me. Well, you can, but all that would do is make you desperate to be fucked all over again. So you should really listen to me when I tell you it’s in your best interest if you give this patience thing a try.”

You groaned out of undeniable frustration as you gripped the side of the seat, your fingertips nearly going numb. “Tyler quit fucking teasing me and just fuck me already!” You choked out, bucking your hips in a failed attempt to push him in deeper, only to feel him sliding out a little more.

“Doesn’t sound like patience to me.”

“I’ve never been patient in my fucking life and I’m not starting now.” Your heels locked around his back as you effectively forced him all the way in, feeling his thickness stretch you out with a slight sting on contact. Tyler’s jaw locked, teeth clenching when he felt your walls squeezing him in place and when your eyes fluttered open, all you saw was pitch dark eyes staring right back at you.

“Alright baby, you know what?” He pushed in even deeper, causing you to feel him in your lower stomach, knocking into that one spot that nearly blinded you on impact. “You asked for it.”

He reared his hips back and slammed them forward with a force strong enough to make your entire body jolt back, but as quick as you tried to retreat, he wrapped his hands beneath your thighs and slid you to the very edge of the seat, only keeping you held up by his own body leveraging with yours. You had to hold onto something and used the headrest as he repeatedly fucked into you, his thrusts strong, steady and completely ruthless.

You dug your nails into the leather and knew that when you and Tyler return that rental you’d be paying extra for all the claw marks, but he would probably smirk as he hands them the additional fees.

He kept your thighs hiked up on each side of his hips as he leaned in a little bit, letting his lips just barely brush over yours. Your mouth fell open when he hit that sweet spot again, and you chased after his kiss but he only pulled back the second you felt your lips meet.

“Still so damn greedy” he rasps between powerful thrusts. “Knew you just wanted to be fucked like a little slut. That’s all you ever want. My cock stretching out your little pussy until you’re coming all over me. You can admit it baby, we both know you’re a little cock slut when it comes down to it.”

Compared to his steady tone, you were incomprehensible. There were broken whimpers and shattered moans being forced out of you every which way and you couldn’t control it. With every strong thrust, his cock diving so deep into you that it was making you internally spiral, just like he wanted.

But suddenly, his hips stilled when the sound of a car door slamming caught his attention. He glanced over his shoulder in search of anyone who might be close before he turned back to you, dropping one thigh on the edge of the seat and using that hand to cover your mouth.

“As much as I love to hear you moan, I’m pretty sure people are gonna start leaving soon, so slide back.”

You hated the loss on contact when he pulled completely out of you and quickly slid back on the seat. He got in after you and shut the door, silently thankful for the tinted windows.

You kept your legs spread wide, and his eyes averted down to your slick cunt shimmering in the dim lighting. He slid his tongue over his lips and leaned down, surprising you when he lapped his tongue in quick strides over your pulsating clit.

“Oh fuck” you breathed out, leaning your head back against the window as you endured the riveting sensations bolting through your frazzled body. “Tyler, that feels so fucking good” you praised him, tangling your fingers up in his hair as he fluently rotated and flicked the tip of his tongue right where you needed it.

“But I really wanna come on you, baby, I-“

“Oh you will.” He muttered against you, “on my face first, my dick after.”

You felt your thighs trembling, unable to help the way your muscles shuddered as he roughly, but rhythmically toyed with your clit. You then felt his middle and ring finger slide between your walls, hooking against your g-spot so effortlessly. Your mouth fell open but your breath hitched, unable to allow any sounds to slip past your lips until he forced them out of you.

His plump lips suctioned around your clit, sucking a pulsation similar to your frantic heart racing in your chest as his fingers curled against your sweet spot again and again, until he felt your walls closing in to tight he had to strengthen those fingers to get them to move like you needed.

“You’re about to come, I feel it.” He hummed against you, the vibrations off his lips only intensifying the sensations. But that’s when you felt those fingers start to slow down, the motions of his tongue reverting back to teasing circulations before he pulled his lips off of you completely and raised his head. “Beg me.”

His fingers were too slow, the way he just barely brushed your g-spot when he was formerly pounding into it with those digits had your head spinning, that familiar desperation taking all the control you possibly had and succumbing it all to him like he wanted.

“Please” you whimpered out, thrusting your hips in an attempt to feel more. “Tyler please, please let me come! I’ll do any fucking thing, just please let me come on your fingers, your face, your cock, anything!”

He could hear the pure agony you were in and felt a bit proud of himself for it. A gentle smirk, submerged in arrogance graced his lips before he lowered his head and locked those lips right back around your clit. You released a heavy breath as your head fell back and nothing but the sounds of your strained, high moans and juices sloshing around by the thrusts of his fingers was filling the space in that car.

“Oh my- fuck! Yes baby, just like that! Please don’t fucking stop I’m- God I’m so fucking close Tyler!”

He picked up the pace when he felt his cock twitch, reminding him of the ache between his own thighs that he was starting to feel desperate to release himself.

A sudden warmth coated his fingers as your hips jolted upwards, and he used his forearm to keep them pinned down as he swirled his tongue even faster, thrusted those fingers even harder, until every last muscle in your body was contracting and your cries of relinquished pleasure were echoing about his brain.

He peered up to watch it all happen. The way your chest was heavily heaving and eyes screwed tightly shut was nothing short of a beautiful sight to behold. The slick sweat he worked out of you was glistening off your breasts and that just reminded him that he needed to give them attention too.

You felt his arm leave your waist and his hand cup your breast harshly, probably with the intentions to leave his fingerprints on them. You placed your hand over his and squeezed it, only making his fingertips dig into your skin but serving as another riveting sensation all on its own.

He watched you come down from between your thighs, riding it out for you as much as possibly as he slowly traced the tip of his tongue over your clit until your body stopped trembling. You dropped your head and forced your eyes open, lips parted and puffy when he lifted back up and he wasted no time, knowing just how overly sensitive you already were.

He pulled you down from where you leaned against the door and you found yourself beneath him, and there was no warning before his cock dove right back in between your walls still contracting from that first orgasm. He felt the pulsations and let out a low, “fuck” beneath his breath, mentally preparing himself for that challenge.

You gripped his shoulders, nails leaving half moon indents in their place against his slick skin as he pushed himself all the way in, once again, knocking into that sweet spot all the way at the very back, earning a high pitched whine to slip past your lips.

“Wait, wait it’s- I’m so sensitive- I-“

“Red?” He stills his hips, but you shook your head adamantly. “Then stop whining and take this dick like the little cock slut you are.”

Your mouth fell open but only strained moans flew out when he snapped his hips back and to, shooting a pleasurable pain through your entire body with each deep thrust. You had to hold on tightly to his shoulders or else you were sure you’d be smushed up against the door with the way he was slamming into you.

You were still so tender from the teasing and that first orgasm that the sensations were heightened to the extreme, unable to control the reactions he caused your body to oblige to. All you could do was take it like he told you to.

The cross pendant dangling around his neck was bouncing against your chin, until he dipped his head and caught the chain between his lips and held it there.

You could hardly keep your eyes from fluttering as his thrusts got stronger, hips jolting into you each time he snapped back. The Escalade was probably rocking on the outside but your mixed heavy breaths had casted a foggy haze over all of the windows.

He kept his dark eyes trained on you as he leaned down on his elbows and slowly brought his lips back to yours, again, just barely brushing over them as his hot breaths came out in huffs, fanning over your face.

“Kiss me” you moaned out, your lips and his only mere centimeters apart. He slid his bottom lip over yours, but they didn’t connect as deeply as you needed them to. He felt your nails clawing his shoulders, earning a searing sting that only made him fuck into you even harder.

“Greedy.” He smirked, before he dropped the chain and finally locked that kiss. Your hands immediately roamed upwards, fingers tangling up in his hair to deepen that embrace. His tongue surpassed your tender lips and claimed the space within your mouth. You felt his cock twitch against your sweet spot, effectively pulling a moan from your chest that found itself in his.

His short, heavy breaths lingered over your tongue as your walls clamped down. He knew all you needed was the closeness you’d always craved. You needed the passionate affection and the tender loving caresses. He needed something to take all of his aggressions out on and he quickly came to accept the fact that you were going to be just that for him, and you’d happily oblige every time.

You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, even with his lips over yours. You broke the kiss to inhale a gasp of steamy air, your head tilted back as he wrapped his arms under your back and steadying fucked into you. His lips came down to your neck, leaving a few open mouthed kisses in place before he sucked a deep, vibrant patched right below your ear proudly.

You started thrusting your hips up to match, feeling his cock drive even deeper. He had claimed all of you within seconds of his cock diving as deep as it could possibly go and he was feeling pretty prideful about that.

You had a million tingling nerves shooting through your body, unable to get a grip on a single one the more he crashed into you. Your fingernails scraped over his scalp, tugging at his roots when he lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to hit at a different angle that had you immediately seeing flashes of white behind your eyelids.

“That’s where you want it, right there.” He coaxed, his hot breaths lingering over the sensitive area of your neck. The splotchy discoloration being smoothed over with his tongue before he leaned back up.

Your lips parted as that cross danced over them, and he watched as you slid your tongue over the gold plated crucifix.

“Fuck, why are you so fucking hot?” He gaped, “shit should be fucking illegal, baby.”

You felt your cheeks burning at that praise, your hips bucking upwards to match his deep thrusts as your lips fell apart, and a high pitched whine was immediately muffled by his mouth.

His teeth knocked into yours, a kiss so sloppy yet so full of passion it nearly snatched the air from your caving lungs. His saliva seeped over your lips when it dripped from his tongue, and you welcomed the flavor of him easily when it made a home on your tastebuds.

“Want you to come all over my cock baby” he muttered against your agape lips.

“I- I don’t know if I can” you whimpered out, your body so hypersensitive but, he just thrusted even harder, buried his cock even deeper.

“You can and you will” he groaned, reached down and grabbing your hips harshly, before he pulled back and leaned up on his knees.

Your ankles found themselves on his shoulders before he leaned back down to hover over you, folding you nearly in half while he fucked into you. You attempted to squirm back but there was nowhere to go and all you could do was lay there and take the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you as best as you could.

“Want you dripping down your thighs when I’m done with you. That means you come on this dick like a good girl or you won’t be coming at all for the next week.”

You felt your body reignite with a blaze that you thought had surely died out after that first orgasm. The tingling sensation in your cheeks that cascaded down to your cunt and electrified with each deep thrust of his cock pounding into you.

He noticed it the second you felt it. The way your face just seemed to change right before his eyes as if you’d caught that second wind and you were feverishly chasing after that orgasm.

“That’s right baby” he praises with another deep push in. “Knew you had one more in you.”

You gripped the back of his thighs to keep him as deep as he could go and thankfully, he didn’t object when he started swirling his hips in a clockwise motion, his cock rolling around between your walls, providing a whole new kind of pleasure that you knew you’d be craving again later.

He let a low grunt out, unable to take his eyes off of you and the beautiful reactions you had playing on your face. Your brows knitted closely as you concentrated on that impending high, escalating heavily by the passing second. He felt his cock twitch again and knew as much as he wanted to be strong, he wasn’t right now. Not when your walls had this vice grip around his cock and he had to watch you come completely undone beneath him.

He swirled his hips some more, studdering once when he knocked the back of your cervix. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight right now. I can barely fucking move.” His raspy voice coaxed you up, earning another broken moan to pass through your lips. “That pussy just keeps pulling me right back in, it’s so fucking good. Goddamn it’s so good.”

You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, the disheveled locks complement his strong, fixed jaw and puffy pink lips that you finally got to leave kiss bitten. You were fucked the second he locked his dark eyes with yours and you knew it.

He slid his tongue over those lips before he leaned back down and dropped his head to your shoulder. The ends of his hair ticked your cheek as he thrusted into you, swirling his hips, pulling halfway out and repeating. He knew he found a new sequence when your nails raked down his back and he felt your walls pulsating once again.

His eyes rolled back when you somehow squeezed him even tighter, but he kept a cool hand as usual as his thrusts remained just as strong and steady as before.

“You’re gonna come on my cock, and the whole ride back to the hotel, you’re gonna feel me dripping out of you onto the seats. When we get to our room, you’re gonna bend your little ass over the balcony railing let me fuck you til the sun comes up. Understand me, baby?”

You couldn’t respond but he already knew that. Your moans and whimpers easily morphed into near shouts and sharp gasps as he fucked back into you. You were so close to your release that your entire body was set ablaze beneath him and he was ready for it. He wanted more than anything to feel your come coating his cock while you drain every last drop from him.

“That’s it baby,” he rasps against the crook of your neck. “Come for me again, knew you had it in you. You’re such a good little slut for me”

Your lips parted but only strained gasps flew out when your entire body shuddered again, back arching high off the seats as he slowly swirled his hips, keeping that same motion to ride you through that high as he was finally able to release into his own himself.

“Fuck” he breathed out as you felt his pearly liquids fill you to the brim. You endured it all with pure breathlessness, your body temporarily stilling, every muscle undeniably stiffening before you collapsed back in that seat and came back to life by the feeling of his lips landing on yours.

He gave you one more thrust for good measure. A slow, steady push in deep as his lips gently smoothed over yours.

He pulled back to find you as fucked out as he’d ever seen you; and another one of those taunting smirks played on his lips. Your rosy red cheeks shadowed over your skin and eyes so low and hazy. Meanwhile he had eyes wide and hair wild, sweat trailing down his temple but still looked like the epitome of perfection.

“Feel better?” You barely asked, your voice so broken and frail, but in all the best ways.

“Might take a little more of that,” he smirks before he places a soft kiss to your plump, swollen lips. “But I’m getting there.”

You let a low chuckle slip past your lips and he leaned up, grabbing your hands to pull you upright. You reached over and drew a heart on the foggy glass and he watched the condensation drip from the small drawing.

“That’s a dead giveaway of what just went down in here. You know that, right?” He teased, but you shrugged your shoulders and you reached down for your discarded clothing. He grabbed your panties out of your hand but let you keep the rest of the garments.

“You don’t need these.” He smirked, “I want you dripping down your thighs, remember?”

He leaned in and lingered his lips over yours, once again barely brushing over them before he whispered against you, “round three when we get back to the hotel, and this time, I’m not going easy on you”

#hook aew #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook #hook nation rise #send hook

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snaillock · 1 year ago

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your relationship with bllk men as mitski songs

(kaiser, sae, oliver)

my posting has been very slow recently so to celebrate mitskis new album (and to feed into my eternal obsession for her music and lyricism by combining it with another thing im way too obsessed with), i dug up this old ass draft and finished it instead of giving y’all an actual fic

tags: gn!reader, angst(it’s mitski duh), yeah basically no fluff/comfort in here, suggestive-ish in the oliver one, me being a dork and combining two big interests of mine

michael kaiser - i don’t smoke

So if you need to be mean Be mean to me I can take it and put it inside of me If your hands need to break More than trinkets in your room You can lean on my arm As you break my heart

his career can be a lot on his shoulders at times even with the cocky and arrogant facade he puts on for the performance of each match he plays. he has a tendency to keep it all in to bask in the glory of his luxurious life.

you understand. you know he’s currently too prideful to deal with his true feelings, especially all on his own. you just want to be there to know he isn’t alone and that he can be open with you. so you sit there, giving him a listening ear as he lashes out and releases every awful word in the book towards you when everything finally becomes too much for him to bear. you wouldn’t want him to have a very public meltdown when it happens so it’s better this way. you have remind yourself to take none of it to heart because he doesn’t mean those all harsh words. he just needed an outlet for those frustrations.

you also don’t want the weight and significance of his career to separate you two. you’re already so damn lucky to be with someone like him. you want to prove that you can handle it. you know you can. you’re sure you can help him figure this all out somehow. love just takes compassion and patience, that’s all it is. just taking it one step at a time.

it’s just compassion and patience. right?

Just don't leave me alone Wondering where you are I am stronger than you give me credit for

sae itoshi - i want you

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over and I love you darlin' And I am done, dear

he swears he will make time for you someday. sure those words have been promised over and over again like a broken record but he truly does love you. however you’re starting to wonder if mutual love is truly enough to keep you two going.

the truth is his life is currently too big and important for him to take any focus away from it. the last thing he needs is a distraction. all of which he has very clear multiple times, even along with his contrastingly hopeful promises. though his tone is quite neutral, never letting his emotions seep through as if he’s programmed to do so. meanwhile you have to desperately hold yours back to not seem like an idiot.

it’s never been easy to express how you feel in front of him. you desperately wish you could but the inconsistency of your relationship that’s barely holding up renders it pointless. this over and over/back and forth thing that’s going on between you two is exhausting. it only leaves you lost and confused. you begin to wonder if staying is even worth it at all. even with the speck of hope that it could eventually work out. even if you love him.

You're in the house And I am here in the car I just need a quiet place Where I can scream how I love you

oliver aiku - eric

You like control, well, I do too Take off my clothes and watch me move You can come closer, I'll let you hurt me how you choose

you deeply crave a loving and fulfilling connection with another but unfortunately the other you desire is him. a guy who’s born to be a player and only wants to fool around with multiple people.

you know getting attached would only cause you so much unnecessary pain but your naive heart couldn’t resist him. you know that he doesn’t see you for more than what you give him at night but you were still a fool to fall for him.

enough of a fool to fall for him knowing he’s not ready to settle for one person. you could see it from how you would lovingly gaze at him while he leers at someone else behind you. you would still give yourself up to him if you could, offering anything he wanted out of you.

despite better judgment, you stay with a pained and aching heart. constantly yearning for more.

But how long, how long can we play this way? I'm tired, I'm tired of not loving you My heart, my heart wants to hold you But I know, I know, I know the rules

taglist(lemme know if you wanna be added): @userwithlotsoftime @lucas2060

#★ snail.writes ★#it was so damn difficult picking between a loving feeling or eric for olivers part #blue lock #blue lock angst #blue lock x reader #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #sae itoshi #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #literally didn’t let myself sleep on a school night until i finished this #mitski posting

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gretavangroupie · 2 years ago

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Vigilance (Chapter 5)

Word count: 11.7k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, drinking, language, fluff, angst, smut, violence.

This story is a very special collaboration with my best pal @gretavanmoon. We have been scheming on this one for a while... If you haven't read her stuff, definitely go check it out. If you have, even better! We are taking this one all the way back to the early days, but we will be going into the present, so hold on tight it will be a bumpy ride. Without further ado...

MAY 2018

Pushing through the crowd was a blur, but you never felt more clear of mind. You see Sam approaching them, the crowd stepping to the sides as the two of you barreled through. By this point, a small crowd of people had gathered around them as well, including your dad and the bartender, but they were no match for you and Sam’s speed.

You watch as Sam jumped between the three of them, acting as a protective barrier. You took the opportunity. You felt white hot rage and an overwhelming need to protect rise up in your chest and your fists clench in a way you’d never felt before. You squeezed your right hand over the slide and prepared your body for pain. You wanted this to fucking hurt.

Andy had his back to you, so you grabbed his shoulder to spin him around and face you. Time stood still and flew by you at the same time as you reared back and brought your fist to his face as hard as you could. The blow took him by surprise as his face contorted and twisted, and he hunched down to one side. When he came back up swinging, you were able to dodge his fist, which in his drunken state caused him to stumble. You grabbed him again, and continued to lay into his face before he got his head together to defend himself. You felt a hard left hook fall into the side of your jaw, but you felt no pain.

“You motherfucker!” You screamed as you felt the taste of blood filling your mouth. Your left hand had a grip on his shirt and your fury returned. Your vision went blurry, and you heard people yelling and shuffling around you. The fight had inched its way to the narrow exit hallway, and funneled out most of the people around you.

“Are you really gonna put your hands on them in public?! Fuck you!” You heard Sam scream as he pulled her and Elle behind him, leaving only you and Andy in the hallway. The two of you were wailing on one another, sharing blows to the face and ribs. You hear her yelling at the two of you to stop, you could tell her voice cracking like it does when she starts to cry. You knew Sam was holding the two of them back, as awful as it probably was to watch, everyone knew it needed to happen.

You went blind with adrenaline. You felt like you were outside of your own body, and you were acting on auto-pilot. You found yourself on the floor, fighting to pin Andy down. Sharp stings of pain poked at your hands whenever they touched the floor, and you remember the glasses and bottles flying off the table. Then you remembered she’d hit her head.

Andy was extremely strong, and in his alcohol-fueled rage, his strength was probably amplified. Thankfully you’d managed to get a good angle on his left eyebrow, which had begun to leak blood into his eye and blind him slightly.

All of the sudden you found yourself flying toward the wall behind you, hitting your back with a thud that momentarily knocked the breath out of you. Your vision started to fade a little but you tried your best to get back on your feet. You stood again and used all of your body weight to shove him against the opposite wall. He stumbled sideways and tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor. You jumped on him again, the two of you beginning to tire out and tousle on the floor.

“…put your fucking hands on her again you son of a bitch…I swear to God…” you pushed out through heaves of exhaustion. He looked you in the eyes as you hovered above him, and you saw something in them that you’ve never seen in another human before. Pure, dark, evil rage. His eyes were black and soulless. Then he did something you didn’t expect- he smiled at you.

He fucking wanted this to happen.

He came here looking for this.

How did he know where we were? How did he find her?

You paused and looked at him with confusion. Suddenly you heard a strange sound, and felt wetness splatter across your face. He had spit on you.

This action ignited something in you that brought the rage tumbling back into your gut. You felt like you wanted to hurt him. Bad. You continued to lay blows to his stupid snickering face.

The next thing you knew you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso tightly, ripping you down the hallway. Danny. You struggled against him and tried your best to wriggle free. “Let me fucking go Danny!” you yelled. You quickly found yourself being thrown out the back door of the bar, and then being held against the wall. You used what body strength you had left to push whoever was holding you to calm your flailing limbs. Your eyes were glossed over, your ears had gone deaf, and you had a pounding in the back of your head. You were having a hard time forming sentences, but words were falling out of your mouth without any real thought behind them.

You felt a strong hand press to your chest and a face come close to yours.

“Hey hey hey...calm down…it’s me…I’m right here...look at me asshole, hey!” Familiar hands grabbed your face forcing you to stare into the eyes of your twin, instantly bringing you back down to earth. Damn Josh and his ever-present calming effect.

“Chill the fuck out Jake! Hey! It’s over!” You felt yourself take the first breath you’d taken in a while. It hurt to fill your lungs. Your eyes hurt so bad it was hard to blink. You brought your hands to them to wipe away the blood, and you were met with bright blue flashes of lights.

“FUCK!” you yelled as you bent down into a squat and held your hands behind your head. You paused there for a minute collecting your thoughts. The pain of your fresh injuries was beginning to set in to your bones.

“Where is she? Where did they go?” you asked no one in particular. You sprang back up to stand. “Where’s Sam?”

“The girls are fine, mom has them safe and going back to the house.” Josh answered.

“Son of a BITCH!” You turned around and smacked your hands hard against the cool brick wall. Sam was suddenly by your side pacing around.

“Where’s Andy?” You asked him.

“Bartender and few guys have him around the front of the building.” He sucked his teeth. “I swear to God I’m going to fucking kill him the next time I see him.” Sam said quietly. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes with shaking hands, lit one, and took a long drag before exhaling. You quickly picked it from between his fingers and repeated his action.

“Shit, man.” Sam said as you handed the cigarette back. You both inspected your hands, cut, bloody, bruised and already swelling over the knuckles. Tiny sparkles of glass litter your palms, blood pouring from the cuts. You flexed your fingers, and pain radiated way up into your forearms. Unfortunately, you knew that exact pain all too well.

Sam’s eyes look down at your mangled hands, before looking back up to you. A look of concern painted across his face.

“It’s fine. I’ll be alright,” you said trying to reassure not only him, but also yourself..

Even in your adrenaline rush, you realized you’d never seen Sam like this. You’ve also never felt a madness like this in your life. Your knees buckled and you fell to the ground and leaned against the wall. A flashlight was in your face within seconds.

“Care to tell me what the hell happened here kid?” the uniformed cop spat.

——

After talking to the police and telling your side of the story, which in all honesty was blurry after the last memory of Andy thrashing around, you were left behind in the parking lot with Josh, Sam, and Danny. The four of you paced around wordlessly for a minute or two, trying to shake off the lingering adrenaline.

Finally Josh flung the heavy metal back door open. “Let’s go the fuck home.”

The bar had emptied, understandably enough. You climbed the steps to the stage and began quickly and haphazardly packing up your gear. Taking special care not to dig the glass shards in further. Your guitar still laid on its face with the neck between two of Danny’s drum stands, strap barely hanging off the hi-hat. You cringed at how you treated your most prized possession in that moment.

“Hey,” you heard Sam quietly from behind you. You turned and found his face sullen. He tilted his head to motion for you to join him behind a curtain. Once you were tucked away, Sam grabbed your hand and turned it face up. He gently plopped a cold metal object into it. You looked down to find your slide, covered in blood and tiny specks of dirt. You glanced up to Sam and found yourself lost for words.

“Thought you might want to hide that somewhere safe before anyone found it,” he said quietly. His voice was shaky and his eyes had glossed over. You felt yourself wanting nothing more than the embrace of your baby brother. You wrapped your arms around his bony shoulders, and patted his back. His arms slowly mirrored yours.

“I’m sorry brother...” was all you could manage through the lump in your throat. And you meant it. You suddenly felt a wave of emotions coming over you. Sorrow, regret, empathy...but most of all guilt. This had turned into such a mess. And it was your fault it had gotten this bad. You should have gone with your gut the very first time you noticed Andy acting the way he did. But you didn’t. And you never really told Sam about your suspicions. You should have tried harder to protect her. Now look what's happened. He hurt her. He hurt Elle.

Sam’s embrace tightened as he let out a quick huff.

“Don’t be sorry. If anything I should be thanking you.” You pulled away and grabbed his shoulders to look at him head on. You felt your eyebrows come together in a frown.

“Dude, why would you thank me? I basically stole your girl. And I lied to you about it. For years. I should’ve been up front with you from the get go. And now look where we are. Fuckin disaster.” Sam stood looking at you wordlessly.

You stepped back and ran your shaking fingers through your hair, running over the night’s events in your head. You turned around to go back to packing.

“You know, I think she loves you Jake.” Sam mumbled behind you in an almost whisper. That was enough to stop you in your tracks. You turned back to him. He took a deep breath. “I think she always has– Loved you…I know she loved me too, but not like she does you. Not in the same way. I should’ve seen it from a mile away, but I was being too selfish with her and our friendship.” He rubbed his face. “I didn’t want to…risk losing her as a friend if I ever…told her.” He cleared his throat. “You should’ve seen the look on her face while you two were fighting. Like she couldn’t bear to be there another second but didn’t want to leave you. I saw it in her eyes.”

You couldn’t give him a response. For the second time tonight, it felt like the blood had been drained from your body. You felt lightheaded at the realization of everything that had happened. The residual rage, the flashbacks of Andy so forcefully putting his hands on them, being grateful the cops were essentially looking the other way. So much worse could have happened.

And Sam. Your youngest sibling. The one that for some reason, you’ve always felt like you had to protect the most. And here you were, breaking his heart too. The guilt was enough to shatter you into a million pieces.

“Thanks for kicking his ass.” Sam laughed and finally broke you from your mental crisis. He lightly punched your shoulder, which caused you to flinch. Here comes the soreness.

“Yeah that was pretty badass wasn’t it?” you joked. The two of you returned to the stage to finish loading up. It felt stupid to laugh. All you wanted to do was go to her, and so, you would.

You knew Sam’s suspicion was right. You knew she loved you, and you loved her too. One day you’d tell her how much you love her. How in love you were with her. You’d tell her. Soon. That thought alone was enough to suppress every bad emotion you’d had tonight.

HER POV

The quiet ride to the Kiszka’s felt like it took years, even though it was only a ten minute drive. You found yourself in the backseat of Karen’s SUV, cuddled up with Elle while the air blew on your tear-soaked faces. You had your arms wrapped around one another, each trying your best to console the other. You felt so sorry, so responsible for everything that had happened tonight. Fucking Andy. What an asshole.

You found yourself thinking that anything bad that would ever happen to him, he deserved. You laid your pounding head against the window and watched the passing streetlights while Elle rested her head on your shoulder. Neither of you spoke, but only tried to quiet the sobs that were still attacking your chests.

You’d been warned about dating a man like Andy. You’d seen the late night TV shows about men who would turn on their partners in the blink of an eye. You’d been told the stories of women who had ignored the signs and ended up much worse off than you were right now.

‘Man’, Such a powerful word for such a sorry person. He wasn’t a man. He was anything but. He was a chameleon. An actor. And he was good at it. He preyed on you until you fell for him. He displayed all the right actions that a good boyfriend should. He was sweet and caring when he wanted to be. He bought you things, he took you out, showed you off, listened to you, was gentle…but then…suddenly he wasn’t. It was like a switch flipped, and all the good things about him did a 180 and he turned into a monster. The drinking. The flirting with other girls. The secret texts. His unwarranted grabs and pulls on your arms that left bruises…The off-putting things he would say around his friends..the times you felt guilt tripped into sleeping with him…

Fuck him.

Fuck everything he was and is.

Tonight, he put his hands on you for the last time. And you hoped to god he was suffering for it.

Jake.

Your sweet Jake. He’d gone to bat for you in the most horribly heroic way he knew how. It turned your stomach thinking back on the image of he and Andy throwing punch after punch to each other’s bodies. You’d never been one for physical violence to prove a point, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thankful someone finally put Andy in his place, even if it had to happen like this.

The car shifting into park jostled you away from your thoughts. The cab lights came on as Karen came around to open your door.

“Come on girls, let’s get you inside. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.” she mumbled a few other sweet motherly expressions while she ushered the two of you into the house.

It felt like hours passed as you and Elle sat on the couch, both sullen and blank. Your grip on the once hot mug, firm and unrelenting. Your eyes scanned the wall in front of you, met with photos of the guys who defended you tonight. Guys who should have never had to do that. You are snapped back to the present as the front door opens. Slowly they begin to file into the silent house. First Sam, then Josh, finally Jake.

Sam immediately goes to Elle, ushering her upstairs and sending you a sorrowful look. You placed your mug on the coffee table as you heard Jake shut the door. Casting your eyes to the floor you watch his boots step into view in front of you.

He squats down to meet you at eye level, “Come on. Let’s go home.” he whispers, his hand stained with dried blood resting gently on your knee.

Your eyes meet his, and you are horrified by the state of the man in front of you. His face is bloody and swollen, a blood vessel in his eye burst and the skin around it is already turning a deep purple. You swallow back the sob in your throat as your shaky hand reaches for his cheek.

“Jake I’m so sorry.” you can hardly manage through your tears.

His hand reaches up to grab yours, and you feel the sharp pieces of glass deeply embedded in his hands as he grips your hand tightly in his.

“No. Don’t apologize. This was not your fault.” he demands.

You blink back the tears to refocus your vision on him as he stands up, pulling you with him.

Interlacing his injured fingers with yours you make your way back to the front door, stepping outside with a shaky breath.

The ride back to his house was quiet, his hand never leaving your thigh. Glancing down at it you caught brief glimpses of the swollen knuckles as the light from streetlights would flash into the cabin. Each glance just as painful as watching it happen in real time.

As you stepped out of the car you made your way to his front door as he grabbed his guitar case from the backseat. You hear a muffled groan leave his chest as he wrapped his hand around the handle.

He is hurting.

As he approaches the front door you see his brow furrowed clearly choking back the pain he is riddled with. He sets the guitar case down with a sigh of relief as he unlocks the front door and pushes it open. Before he can reach for it, you grab his guitar case and bring it inside with you, unable to bear the thought of him being in pain for a second longer.

You sit on the couch, eyes meeting his, silently asking him to join you. He moves slowly across the room before taking a seat next to you. He lets his head flop back onto the back of the couch letting out an exhausted sigh. “I just wanted you to see me play, for real.” he breathes out. His eyes are shut and his breathing is shallow. He is completely spent.

You feel the crack shoot through your heart, so violently it nearly takes your breath away. “Baby I saw you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I think that's part of the reason I didn’t even see him come in.” you gush, placing your hand on his forearm. You run your fingers down his arm to his hands, cut and bruised and still glittering with glass.

“Let me clean you up. Please.” you beg.

He lifts his head from the couch and forces his eyes open, nodding his head slowly. You pull him up and lead him to the bathroom where you place him on the closed toilet seat. You open the bathroom drawers furiously grabbing the items you need and placing them on the countertop. The bathroom lighting was dim, desperately in need of a new lightbulb, but you would have to make do.

You wet the washcloth in the sink before you begin wiping away the dried blood covering his face and hands. He winces in pain as you drag the cloth over his palms as gently as you can.

The guilt is absolutely eating you alive at this point. How could you let this happen? How could you let him do this to himself? For you?

You swallow back the guilt, trying to remain calm as you reach for the tweezers on the counter. You sit on the edge of the bathtub as you hold his hands in yours. Your eyes flick up to meet his, “This isn’t going to feel good…but I will go as fast as I can.”

His hands are shaking, worse than you have ever seen, the fatigue in his muscles manifesting. “Baby, try to stay still, just breathe.” you say taking his hand and flipping it over. You realize just how bad it is as you look at the multitude of cuts.

“Oh Jake…” you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek. You swallow harshly as you bring the small metal tweezers to the first glimmer of glass. You grasp it as gently as you can as his face contorts in pain and a hiss leaves his mouth.

“I know. I know, I’m so sorry Jake. this is all my fault…I...I–” you stammer through tears.

“It’s okay… just…keep going.” he practically begs through his own shaky breath.

Twenty-seven. Twenty-seven shards of glass lie on the countertop, stained red with blood.

“That’s it. That’s all of it.” you say, eyes flicking up to his.

He reaches his hand to cup your cheek, “Thank you.”

You nod into his hand before standing and reaching over to turn the shower handle. The water begins to heat the bathroom as you look at each other.

You reach for his shirt to pull it over his head, only to be met with the sight of the dark purple bruise forming on his ribs. You gently pass your fingers over the mark as he bashfully looks to the floor.

You slowly start to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops and hearing the metal clang onto the tile floor. Your eyes flash up to his asking permission as your fingers toy with the button of his jeans. He nods as you push the button through the hole, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down with the jeans. Your eyes never leaving each other, he kicks his jeans to the floor.

You feel his hands ghost underneath the fabric of your shirt running over the bare skin of your stomach before tugging your own shirt over your head.

He continues to remove your clothes until you are both bare before each other in the dim bathroom lighting. Your fingers hook into his as you step into the spray of the shower. He follows behind you and even in the bad lighting you can see the faint pink water washing down the drain as you let the water hit his skin. Being careful to avoid his tender hands you wash the blood, dirt and alcohol off of his skin. Knowing he is too sore to do it himself, you lather the shampoo into his knotted hair, hoping to comfort him. You scratch your nails over his scalp, earning you a hum of approval from his chest.

His hands circle your waist as you continue to run your fingers through his hair, rinsing the suds away. When you felt like he was sufficiently cleaned up, you tried to step away to give him a moment of space, but as his hands pulled you into him you knew that was the opposite of what he wanted. He pulled you into his arms before resting his head on your shoulder with a breath of relief before placing a gentle kiss on the wet skin of your bare chest. He just needed to be comforted.

You kiss the top of his head, “Let's go to bed.”

That night as you lie there in his bed, in his t-shirt, his swollen and bruised body wrapped around you, you feel safe. Protected. Loved. You wonder how you would ever love another as much as you loved him. If you would ever. You were going to tell him. Soon.

JAKE POV

You heard her breathing even out, you could feel her body soften under your arms. You were glad she was here, with you like this. You knew you wouldn’t sleep well tonight, the adrenaline still coursing through you, accompanied by the excruciating pain radiating through your body.

You’ll give it to Andy, he can fight. He landed a few good blows to your face and ribs and you were feeling it with every breath you took. But you didn’t care about that, not in the slightest, no. What was concerning you was the state of your hands. As far as you knew nothing was broken, fractured for sure, but not broken. Letting her pick the glass out of your hands tonight was one of the most painful processes you’ve undergone in a long time. Begging silently for it to be over, you watched as she removed the shards from your palms as you figured out what you were going to do to bring the swelling down in your hand. Reassuring her throughout that you were okay, when you didn’t fully believe it yourself.

As the shower water ran pink the sting of the soap on your cuts sliced through you, but how could you focus on that when she was standing in front of you, washing you, caring for you in a way no one else ever had. Taking her time to be as gentle as possible, not a care in the world for herself. You know her head had to hurt. You saw how hard she hit that wall tonight. You wont ever forgive yourself for not stepping in sooner.

Snapping you from your thoughts, you feel her roll towards you, cuddling into your side as a sigh escapes her lips. You force your eyes open to look at her. The scratchy feeling as your eyelid opened felt like sandpaper. You hoped the blood would dissipate from your eye before your meeting this week, though you had bigger issues to worry about, like how you were going to pitch them the new songs with mangled hands.

A sigh leaves your chest and you let your eyes close again. You pull her into you and promise yourself that you’ll never let another man lay a finger on her.

–

A light knock on your door causes your eyes to flutter open. You recognize the knock, it’s Josh. There is light coming in through the blinds so you must have finally fallen asleep after all. You groan as the soreness has finally set in, making it near impossible to sit up. As gently as you can you pull yourself up, trying not to disturb her, fast asleep next to you. You force yourself out of the bed, knowing that Josh wouldn’t wake you for no reason.

You quietly open the door and see him in the hallway leaning against the wall looking at his phone.

“You look like shit.” he quips.

“I feel worse.” you reply.

“Is she…” he asks motioning to the door.

“She’s asleep.” you reply, walking out to the couch. Josh follows you and sits at the opposite end. “What’s up?”

A few seconds pass before he tosses his cell phone over to you, landing on your leg. You pick it up and look at the screen he has pulled up. You see Andy’s mugshot and scoff.

“Good, fucking bastard.” you say tossing it back to Josh.

“Wait, what were the charges?” you ask.

“Aggravated Battery.” he answers.

“But… I didn’t press charges, neither did she. Elle?” you ask.

“No, get this. This dumbass apparently tried to fight someone else when they took him out front. Right in front of the cops. I guess that's why when you told them what happened they believed you.” he says.

“No shit. This guy is a piece of work.” you chide.

“How did he know where she was?” Josh asks.

“I have no idea, she said she has no clue either.” you reply.

Josh gets a suspicious look on his face, “Does he….track her? Like her phone?” he asks.

Realization washes over you, “I’m not sure…I will find out as soon as she wakes up.”

You force yourself up off of the couch and wince at the pain. Josh stares at you with pity, “You need to go rest… you need to be healed up in like…a week.”

“I know. I'm pretty sure I fractured something in my hand. Its fucking killing me. But I will figure it out. Don’t worry.” you say, trying to convince him.

He nods in your direction knowing he shouldn’t push, and you walk back to the bedroom to find her still asleep in your bed, a sight you would never grow tired of seeing.

As you slide back into the bed next to her you pull her close to you. You breathe in the scent of her and feel the comforting and familiar feeling rush over your body. She stirs beneath your arms, turning to face you as her eyes gently flutter open.

“Did you leave?” she breathes out.

You nuzzle your face into her neck, “I was talking to Josh in the living room.”

“Is everything okay?” she asks, voice a little scratchy still.

You take a deep breath before you answer, “Andy was arrested last night at the bar.” you say nervously.

Her eyes widened, “Oh.”

You turn further onto your side, trying not to put pressure on your hands before you ask, “Baby, did Andy ever… show up places?”

“What? What do you mean?” she asks.

“Did he ever show up at places you were, unannounced? Like… you didn’t tell him you were there but somehow he just knew?” you ask. Her brow furrows and you can see her replaying moments in her mind.

“Actually… yes…how do you…” she questions.

You soften your face, “Did he track your location?” you ask.

“What do you mean, like track my phone?” she asks nervously.

“Yeah, I think that is how he is finding you.” you reply.

She furiously turns over and grabs her phone off of the nightstand, handing it to you. You take it in your stiff hands and look at her as it prompts for the password.

“Oh, it's 2-0-1-3.” she says.

“2013, huh?” you question, as you type in the code, unlocking the device.

Your eyes flick to hers and you notice the red in her cheeks. “What happened in 2013, love?” you ask.

She pauses for a moment, “You did.” She smiles bashfully.

You feel your heart swell in your chest at her admission, and you turn to place a soft kiss on her cheek feeling the warmth pooling there.

Turning your attention back to her phone you find the Find My Friends app and open it. You aren’t shocked when you see his contact information come up on the list of people her location is shared with, in fact you are relieved that you can turn it off immediately. You flip the switch to control his access and delete his name from the list. You show her as her eyes fill with tears.

“Oh my god. I feel so stupid!” she cries. “Why didn’t I know that! Why didn’t I check! It really is all my fault, oh my god!”

“Oh baby, no! It’s not! I swear it isn’t. You couldn’t have known. Shit I didn’t know until Josh asked me.” you say.

You rub your thumbs over her cheeks drying the tears that managed to slip past her eyes. You pull her into your chest to lay on you as you rest your hands on her back. “I swear this isn’t your fault sugar. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again. I will make sure. I’ve got you.” you say adamantly. You feel her start to calm down as she lies on your chest and you want so badly to tell her how you feel, but you know it's the wrong moment. You want it to be perfect. You’ll make sure it is.

HER POV

A few long days had passed since the incident in the bar and the guys had more or less moved on, but you hadn’t. You couldn’t shake the uncontrollable guilt coursing through your body. After a day spent at the doctor Jake had discovered that he had fractured part of his hand but it would heal quickly with rest and limited movement. He made sure to take care of it, hoping the doctor was right about that, and that there wouldn’t be any lingering effects.

On Wednesday afternoon your phone buzzed with a text, springing you from your thoughts.

Jake: Do you want to come over tonight? We are doing a movie night.

You: What movie?

Jake: I don’t know yet, Sam’s choice tonight. 7:00.

You: See you then.

–

As you put your car in park you notice a few cars you recognize and find yourself excited to see everyone after a few days apart. Just as you go to knock on the door it opens and Sam greets you with a hug. You notice the firmness of his muscles as you hug him back and wonder when that happened.

You step inside Jake and Josh’s rental and see everyone sitting in various places with beer and drinks littering the small coffee table. Elle squeals when she sees you and insists you sit next to her and Sam. You take the open seat next to them as Jake stares you down from the chair next to the couch. You shoot him a playful smirk and he nods his head before getting up to get you a drink. What he returns with, you’re not quite sure but the burn blooming in your chest suggests whiskey.

Sam stands up and walks over to the TV and makes a display of announcing his choice for the movie. “Alright! Now that everyone is here, I will tell you the wonderful cinematic masterpiece I have chosen for this evening…” he says, reaching behind him and pulling out the DVD case that reads “Fast Times at Ridgemont High”.

A collective groan rings out from the guys as they realize that they should have known it's what he would pick. You had lost count of how many times you had seen the movie at this point and you laugh because you should have known too.

He puts the DVD in the player and returns back to the couch next to you and Elle. “Ahh, just a classic. I love this movie.” he says excitedly.

Josh throws back the rest of his drink and turns to Sam, “It’s a film, Sam.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he laughs, just as the opening credits begin to roll.

Somewhere around half way through you got up to use the bathroom feeling fuzzy inside from the drinks you’d been given. You wander down the hall to the bathroom, and your mind flashes to the last time you’d been in here and how bleak everything seemed in that moment. You relieve yourself and wash your hands as you stare at yourself in the mirror, freshening up your hair and taking a deep breath before stepping back out into the hallway only to be greeted by a familiar face.

“Hey beautiful,” Jake says quietly.

“Mmm, hi…” you reply, walking up to him as he leans against the wall. He places his hands on your hips and spins you to change places, pinning you against the wall.

“How are you feeling? Your cheeks are pink.” he smirks.

“I don't know what you’re serving but it seems to be working. I should probably stop if I’m gonna drive home.” you giggle.

He stands back, eyes locked on yours as he purses his lips, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” you ask, head feeling spacey.

“Don’t go tonight. Stay with me.” he asks, his eyes sparkling in the dim lighting.

“You want me to?” you ask.

He leans down and places a soft wet kiss on your throat, “I do.”

You toss your head back as his lips make contact, a sigh leaving your chest. “I might need more convincing.” you whisper playfully.

His hand makes its way under the hem of your shirt and his calloused thumb rubs a circle on the skin of your hip bone. “Come on, let's go finish this movie.” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the living room.

He sits next to you on the couch, resting his hand on your thigh as his fingers trace patterns into the skin. You sip the rest of the drink he gave you and you try to focus on the movie instead of the way his fingers feel as they roam your legs. Your heart has slowly begun to pick up its pace as his fingers inch closer and closer to the hem of your shorts.

You turn your head to whisper into his ear, “Jake…”

He turns to face you, his eyes heavy and dark, “Quiet angel.” he whispers back.

You swallow heavily and return your focus back to the movie but all you can hear is the rapid beating of your heart in your ears. Jake is unrelenting in his teasing and you find yourself counting down the minutes until the movie is over.

As the credits start to roll everyone begins to stretch and yawn as they stand up. Jake removes his hand from your thigh just as Josh turns the lights back on, causing everyone to squint. Sam and Elle detach themselves from each other and stand to start cleaning up. After a few minutes of everyone saying their goodbyes, the house is left with just you Jake, and Josh.

Jake shoots Josh a look from the kitchen and Josh understands, “Okay, I am… going to bed, see you two in the morning.” he says, turning off the light and walking down the hallway. You hear his bedroom door shut and you see Jake walking towards you from the kitchen.

As he approaches he laces his hand with yours, the scabs from his cuts still healing, just a grim reminder of the past week. You bring his hand up to your lips pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles.

“You tired? You want to go to bed?” he asks.

You nod in response and he leads you down the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside he shuts the door and locks it before taking his shirt off and throwing it in the corner. A silver necklace lays against his bare chest, and the light from the lamp shines off of it, drawing your attention to it. Your eyes travel down to his belt buckle and you bite the inside of your cheek as you take in his perfectly tanned stomach.

He steps over to you and you place your hands on his stomach sliding them around to his back, feeling every inch of skin under your fingertips, committing the feeling to memory.

“Jake?” you whisper against his chest.

“Mhmm?” he groans, pulling you tightly against him.

You turn your head to look at him, his eyes meeting yours, “Take–” you are cut off by his lips connecting with yours. Soft and plush and wanting. Your hands travel up his back and back around to his front before tangling into the waves of his hair. His tongue pushes into your mouth and begins to swirl with yours as your heart pounds out of your chest.

You break your mouth away from his, “Jake…” you pant. He presses his lips back to yours, effectively silencing you once again, as his hand comes to rest at the back of your neck and he presses kisses to your lips over and over.

You place your hand gently on his wrist as you step back again, “Jacob…” you say. He stops and looks back at you, his thumb resting on your cheek. He nods.

“Take me to bed.” you demand.

You see a spark flash behind his eyes at your words and a smile playing on the corners of his lips. His hands slide down your body stopping at the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting it over your body. Your fingers work quickly to unbutton your shorts before kicking them off your legs. Your hands move to his belt buckle unclasping the metal and pulling the leather from the loops of his jeans. He unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to the floor at his feet.

His eyes flash up to his and you see a hint of concern behind them, “Are you sure?”

“Very.” you answer, a whisper against his lips.

His lips press to yours, but it's a different kind of kiss, it's deep and passionate, not rushed or frantic. The kind with intention behind it. His fingers unclasp your bra, the straps falling to hang loosely at your shoulders before he slides it off, leaving you bare in front of him. He walks you backwards to his bed until your knees hit the edge, sending you tumbling backwards.

“Get in the middle, love.” he instructs, nodding his head towards the middle of the bed. You push up off the bed and position yourself in the middle of the bed. You watch as he crawls over top of you, bearing his weight on his hands.

“Jake, your hand…” you say furrowing your brow.

“No. It’s fine. I… I can’t even feel it right now.” he says, flustered.

“Are you sure?” you ask nervously.

“Very.” he replies with a smirk, mimicking your response from earlier.

You wrap your arm around his neck and pull him down to meet you, kissing his perfect lips to yours.

After a few minutes he deteaches his lips from yours, trailing kisses down your jaw, your throat, and stopping as he reaches your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, before releasing it with a kiss.

You arch your back at the sensation of his lips traveling down your stomach, reaching the top of your panties. He sits back on his knees before hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down your legs. He tosses them off the bed before pressing a kiss right to the top of your mound.

He returns to hover over top of you, looking into your eyes, “You’re so beautiful.” he whispers against your mouth.

“Jake… please…” you beg as you push his boxers down his hips.

He kicks them the rest of the way off, revealing his hardened length. You reach between you and grasp it in your hand feeling the veins beneath your fingers as you work it up and down, a hiss leaving his mouth.

His eyes flick up to yours, “Baby, I… I don’t want to fuck you.” he breathes out, causing you to recoil. “Wait, no, that came out wrong. I do, trust me, I do I… just… I want to go slow, and be gentle… I want to love you. I want to make love to you.”

“So love me then…” you say, pulling him down to meet you. He presses a kiss to your neck as he palms his length, dragging it slowly against your wet core. You have waited so long for this moment, never really knowing if it would ever happen.

He locks eyes with you as he presses the tip to your opening, his mouth falling open into a soft ‘O’ shape at the contact. As he pushes inside of you, he goes slow allowing your body to accommodate his generous size, his eyes squeezing shut as he reaches the hilt. A breath releases from his chest as you tighten around him. “Oh my god…” he pants.

Your fingertips dig into the skin of his sides as you attempt to bring him closer, knowing that even fully seated inside of you, he would never be close enough. The feeling of him inside of you is something like you’d never experienced. The delicious fullness inside of you, hitting every spot just perfectly, is something you hadn’t experienced with Andy, and something you never knew was missing.

His chest heaves heavily over you as he struggles to keep himself together as you clench around him. “Jake…” you breathe out, eyes fixed on him.

He begins to slowly pull out of you just to the tip as he pushes back in, a groan leaving both of your mouths. You nod your head to him as he does it, indicating that you’re ready and need more of him. With the acknowledgement he begins to roll his hips into your core reaching the spot inside you so desperately needed him to reach. His hair hangs in his face as he looks down to watch the spot where the two of you have finally come together.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, panting as he continues to slowly grind into you.

You wrap your legs around his waist to draw him in closer, using one hand to push the hair out of his face and behind his shoulder. Sweat begins to accumulate on his neck as he works himself in and out of you, dragging both of you closer to your release.

“Faster Jake…” you beg.

His eyes flick up to yours and he begins to snap his hips quicker into yours, hitting your g spot with each thrust. You toss your head back as you feel the tingle in your stomach beginning to grow.

He brushes the hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your lips, “You are so gorgeous. I have wanted this for so long.” he says, snapping his hips into you.

“I wanted it too Jake. I’ve only ever wanted you…” you reply.

“Fuck you feel so good. Worth every second I waited for you.” he grunts.

“Jake I’m…” you try to say you’re close but he cuts you off before you can get the words out.

“I know, baby. I can feel you. Let go for me. I want to feel you all around me. Dreamed of it.” he begs.

He leans over and presses his lips to your tattoo, “Mine, forever.” he breathes, delivering the final thrust that would send you orbiting to the same level as the stars you marked your body with. The stars you are fairly sure he hung himself.

As your release overcame your body, his name fell from your lips. In a moment of euphoric pleasure it was his face that stayed ever present in your mind. You had never felt this type of release before. Andy surely never made you feel this way. You found yourself wondering if Jake was the only one who could. The only one supposed to. As you came back to him, his eyes were filled with adoration. You were everything he had ever dreamed of and you knew exactly how he felt.

“Jake, I…I love you.” you breathed out.

He dropped his head between his outstretched arms before looking back up to you with a smile on his lips.

“Y/N, I love you too.” he whispered.

His hips began to move again, delivering long languid strokes inside of you feeling like pure silk against you. “I love you so much… so fucking much. I have always loved you.” he pants.

He glides his hand down your leg, hooking it under your knee and pressing it up into your chest, granting him deeper access. You’re positive you saw his eyes roll back into his head as a groan left his chest.

“You are…” he said, shaking his head, “...everything.”

As he began to pick up his pace you felt yourself inching nearer to another orgasm, something you weren't used to. You could tell he was getting close to his own release when his breathing began to get shaky and his thrusts slightly more forceful.

“God I love you Y/N, I will always love you.” he says, delivering the thrust that tipped him over the edge, letting himself flow into you as you clenched around him, your own orgasm rocking through you for the second time. A grunt left his chest with each spurt into you, his beautiful face contorted in pure bliss as sweat ran down his chest. You had never seen him look so good.

You pulled him down to rest on top of you as you felt him soften inside of you, neither of you wanting to part from each other.

You placed a gentle kiss on his head as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Jake, I’ve never… I’ve never finished like that before.” you confess.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Andy never… made me orgasm that way. Like, from… inside. You’re… the only one. It felt so different. So good.” you admit.

“I don’t know what to say…I’m glad that I can make you feel as good as you make me feel. I will do it as long as you let me.” he says, pressing a kiss to your chest. It's quiet for a few minutes before he speaks again.

“I thought about this a lot.” he says, cheek pressed tightly to your chest.

“About what?” you ask.

“When we were gone, touring…at night I would fall asleep wondering what it would feel like after I finally got to… show you how I felt about you.” he said. You could feel his breath on your chest with each word he spoke.

“And how do you feel?” you ask.

“Better than I could have ever imagined, but I think I know why.”

“Mhmm?” you hum.

He turns his head to look at you, “Because… you love me back.” his big brown eyes blinking slowly at the confession.

“Jake…I have always loved you.” you reply.

“Why did it take us so long to figure it out?” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“I think we always knew.” you smile back at him.

He turns his head back to press a kiss to your chest, before getting up and looking through his dresser. He smiles to himself and throws a t-shirt at you with a smirk. He bends over and grabs your underwear, tossing those up to you next. You know you need to use the bathroom, so you pull the shirt over your head and put your panties back on before excusing yourself.

As you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror you can't help notice the permanent smile on your face. You feel happy, safe but most of all loved. By the only man you have ever loved, and by some alignment of the stars he loves you back.

JAKE POV

JUNE 2018

“You ready?” Josh asks as he holds the door open to the building.

“No, but I will put on a good show.” you say, shaking your head. Today will make or break you. Today you will pitch the idea for the new album. But in order to do that you have to play the executives a few of the songs you have been working on. Normally that would be fine, but the searing pain radiating up your arm from the fracture in your hand has proven to make something so simple, excruciating.

Luckily the bruises had faded and the cuts in your hands had healed. From the outside you looked great, no indications of the altercation remained. Only the swelling in your hand and the pain that coursed through your body with even the most simple of finger movements.

You swallowed harshly as you stepped into the meeting room, guitar case clutched tightly in the fist of your good hand. As you sat down at the table you spent the next hour discussing the concept you had all thought of, deeply outlining the idea and vision for this album and any that could possibly come after it. How they would all tie together to tell a story and how you planned to do it.

The response was overwhelmingly positive and the smile plastered to Josh’s face almost made you forget about how any minute you would have to play them a few songs. Pushing the thought to the back of your mind you sat and listened to Josh, Sam and Daniel explain everything and you felt proud that you guys had made it this far. Somehow you were able to make your dream their dream too.

Lost in your thoughts you hear Daniel clear his throat and it snaps you back to the present. Your manager nodded his head to you signaling that it was time to play and you nodded back as you retrieved your guitar from the case on the floor.

Standing up you situate yourself on the stool they placed for you, and position your hands to begin playing. Luckily you and Josh went over everything last night to get the initial feeling of moving your fingers like this again, out of the way.

As you began to play you nodded to Josh that he could follow your cues and began strumming out the intro. Sam watched as the blood drained from your face with each chord. Each note proved to be more painful than the last. As you finished the song you released the breath you were holding in, in an attempt to keep from wincing, hand shaking in pain.

“Awesome guys, got any more?” one of the men at the head of the table called out.

Josh looked over to you, and you swallowed and nodded with a smile. “Flower?” you mouthed to him.

He nodded and turned back to them, explaining the song a bit to give you time to recover. When he turned back to you to start you began to play. The pain that ripped through your hand radiated all the way up to your shoulder, strong enough to make you sick to your stomach. You knew you needed to focus. You blew out a breath and thought back to when you wrote the riff for this song. You thought of her. You thought of the night you played it for her in your bedroom, just a few days after you wrote it. You hadn’t even shown the guys yet. It felt like something special, just between the two of you. You knew it had to be for her.

The song ended and the executives were beyond thrilled. The meeting went perfectly despite your situation and you were thankful that they didn’t notice. But as you made your way out of the lobby and out into the street you let it go, shoving your guitar case into Sam’s hands and finding yourself crumbling into the bench a few steps away.

You held your wrist in your good hand and looked down at it, thankful that it helped you through that meeting but praying that it would heal. You knew that if it didn’t, this dream was over. “Fuck!” you screamed a tear escaping from your eye. You released your hand to swipe away the traitorous tear.

Josh approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey. You were good. Great even. I don’t think anyone even noticed. We will take it easy for a few weeks, work on lyrics…give it some time. It won't be like this forever. It’s only temporary.”

His words always calmed you. He had that effect on people, but especially you. You knew he was right. You had just found yourself in a moment of self pity, kicking yourself for the predicament you were in, but knowing you would do it again if you had to. Anything for her.

“I know. I just… wish it didn't hurt so fucking bad. That’s all. I’m fine.” you say standing up. “Let’s get out of here.” You take your guitar case back from Sam who gives you a soft smile and you head back to the car knowing full well that you aren't telling the full truth about your hand.

JULY 2018

Much of the summer had been spent with her, days turning into nights, bleeding into the next day until almost every day was spent together in some way. That’s just how it was, and that's how you wanted it. Days felt more full with her in it. You knew she was safe if she was with you. Eventually you both stopped worrying if Andy would show his face. She was healing from that bad relationship with all the love and support you and the guys could offer. You made sure to show her what real love looked like, just as often as you could.

Really there was no comparison to her. No one who ever came before her even measured up. She was it for you. You knew you would never want for another and you knew she felt the same. You two were practically joined at the hip since the night you told her you loved her, so when the time came to leave her for a few weeks you both dreaded it.

Josh wanted to make a tradition out of the album writing process. He wanted to rent a cabin somewhere in the woods, bring all of your equipment and write the album. He said that time in nature would help you to detach and bring the album to life, and you were inclined to agree. However the thought of being without her left you feeling out of sorts. She helped you pack your bags, and after a few tears between the two of you, you left her with a kiss and an I love you.

—-

AUGUST 2018

The weeks at the cabin proved to be long and hard, with spotty cell reception and bad weather to boot. You promised to call her every night and damned if you didn’t try. But as the weeks went on the summer storm weather got worse, and the reception dropped off almost completely leaving you to see the dreaded ‘No Service’ icon flash across your screen nightly.

There were a few nights you wanted to just drive home. Just to see her for a minute. But you knew you couldn’t. You were in the thick of writing, and there is no way Josh would let you leave. Countless unsent texts sat in your drafts, you silently begging them to go through but they never did.

The album was written and you were proud of it. You couldn’t wait to record it and put it out. It was your best work so far. Your hand however was still slowly recovering. The pain would come at night after use throughout the day. Medicated only with whiskey and tequila. You drank until you could fall asleep, finally numb to the pain. You hoped that one day you would wake up and pain would be gone but each day it came back again.

On the drive home your heart was racing with anticipation. It had been weeks since you'd seen her, let alone had a full conversation with her. Your heart ached knowing how she must have felt waiting to hear from you. You knew she would understand when you told her the situation. Or at least you hoped she would. You picked at your fingernails the entire drive home, once you got past that conversation you knew you were going to have to tell her about the press tour. You were going overseas to promote the album release and play a couple of shows, followed by a longer stint across the states. You knew she would be at school, that wasn’t the issue. It was the schedule. The months of sparse calls and messages. Long days and even longer nights. You didn’t know how it would work. You were nervous, scared even. You couldn’t lose her again. You refused.

HER POV

It had been weeks since you talked. You knew that it was a possibility when Josh started talking about the cabin he had found. Using words like “secluded” and “isolated” and he was right. That’s exactly how you felt. Choppy phone calls came early in the time Jake was away, which turned into sparse text conversations that usually dropped off after one or two messages. You tried not to take it to heart, I mean, you had gone months without speaking but that was…before. Things were different now.

It was just a regular Tuesday. You had started to slowly pack your things back up to go back to school for the year. Dreading the thought of being away from Jake but you knew you could make it work. He would be close by and you could come see him whenever you wanted. He could even come visit you. As you packed a sweater into the box you heard your phone buzz on your desk. Your heart nearly dropped as you stood quickly to see if it was him.

Jake: My love…are you busy tonight?

You: Are you back?!

Jake: Come over?

Throwing a few things into your bag you grab your keys before sprinting out of your bedroom, calling out to your mom that you'd see her later.

You jump in your car and turn it on, throwing it in reverse as you pull out of the driveway. Your heart is pounding as you make the short drive. When you pull into his driveway you see his car sitting there and your heart swells. He is finally home.

You get out and make your way to the front door knocking twice and almost shaking with anticipation.

You hear the lock spin and you hold your breath as the door swings open.

The smile that crosses his face has been sorely missed, “My girl.” he says, opening his arms to you.

You leap through the door into his arms and you are immediately intoxicated by the smell of him, fresh from the shower. Your lips find his and prove just how much you missed him. He pulls you in and shuts the door behind you, releasing his grip on your waist as he smiles at you.

“Hi beautiful, god I missed you.” he says.

“I missed you too, I’m so glad you are home!” you reply.

You see Josh standing in the kitchen busy with some task. “Hey Josh!” you call out to him.

“Hey stranger!” he replies with a cheeky smile. “Can't wait for you to hear this album.”

Jake grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway, “Come on, I wanna tell you all about it.”

You clasp your hand around his and let him escort you to his bedroom. Once inside you sit yourself on his bed as he begins to unpack his bags. He tells you all about his time in the woods, the album, the shenanigans they got into but most importantly he tells you how much he missed you, how he thought of you every day, and how he tried to call every single night. Your heart flutters when you hear that you were on his mind just as much as he was on yours.

He continues to talk and you listen intently, just happy to be back in his presence when you notice him favoring his hand. You watch closely for a few more minutes to be sure before you say anything. Surely it should be healed by now? You notice that he isn't using it normally and isn’t moving the fingers on that hand as he usually would.

“Jake?” you ask.

He turns to face you with a smile, “Yeah?”

Your eyes flick down to his hand, “Why are you holding your hand like that? Is it still messed up?” you ask.

“I’m not. It’s fine.” he answers dismissively.

Your brow furrows and you press further, “No, I’ve been watching you unpack and you definitely aren’t using it like normal.”

“Y/N, it’s fine.” he says a little more firmly.

“You’re lying Jake. Come here and squeeze my hand if it feels fine.” you challenge, knowing full well it wasn’t.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head before walking over to you. He grabs your hand and you watch as he swallows and begins to squeeze your hand. You quickly rip it away when you see the pain written across his face.

“Jake! Stop! Why would you do that? I know your hand is still messed up, you were just supposed to tell the truth, not actually do it!” you yell.

He shakes his head as he tries to return back to his bag but you pull him back. “Hey… talk to me. What’s going on…”

He sits down next to you and sighs, “I don’t know. I thought it would be better by now. It still fucking hurts. I can’t play like I used to. It just locks up. I’m nervous and I don’t want to talk about it because then maybe it isn’t true.” he says. At that moment you can feel your heart breaking.

“Oh god Jake. This would have never happened if…” you stay throwing your head into your hands. “It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not. Quit saying that!” he says sternly.

“It’s my fault you’re hurting Jake! Plain and simple! You aren’t able to play to your full potential because of me! Because of my choices! Choices that you felt the need to deal with!” you say, raising your voice.

“Fucking stop Y/N!” he says standing up from the bed. He turns to face you, anger painted across his face.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I think we need to!” you yell. “You have fucked up your hand for me! Because of me! It’s hurting you so badly that you can hardly play and it’s only fractured. Imagine if you fully broke it Jake? Then what? You couldn’t play at all! If I hadn’t come to that show this would have never happened. I will never forgive myself for this.”

“You didn’t make me jump off that stage! I jumped off on my own accord to protect you! To defend you from that piece of shit!” he yells. “Yeah my hand got fucked up. Will it ever be the same, I don't know. But I do know that I love you and I would do it a thousand times over if I had to.” he yells.

“Don’t you see what's happened Jake!? Your life has only gotten harder since I came back into it! You’re fighting, hurting yourself, risking your career, all because of me! For me!” you yell at him.

“God, maybe…none of this is right.” you whisper.

“What?” he questions.

“I said maybe none of this is right! Maybe this isn’t how it’s supposed to be! Look at us Jake. We exist in two different worlds! I’m in school for another three years! You’re out touring trying to make it, shit you already have! It’s only a matter of time… I just… I don't know, it just doesn't seem like we fit. Even after all this time. As badly as we want it, maybe it’s just not right.”

“Don’t fit?! Y/N, what do you mean? You are the only thing that makes any sense to me! I don’t want any of this if I don’t have you to share it with!” he pleads.

“You can’t give up your dream for me, Jake!” you say with a trembling voice, the emotions starting to spill over.

“Fuck the dream! You are the dream! You always have been! I don’t want it without you, Y/N!” he says, tears filling his eyes.

“Jake this is exactly what I mean! You can’t give it up! You have to see this through! You signed a contract!” you say, tears running down your cheeks.

He runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to collect his thoughts, “I know. I…I just… I can’t do this without you.” he begs. “Just… Come with me. Come with us.”

“Go with you where?!” you question.

“I was going to tell you tonight, but… we are leaving in a few weeks to go overseas to play some shows and we will be gone for a few months.” he says with a defeated sigh.

“Oh.” is all you can manage.

“This is not how I wanted to tell you. I wanted us to make a plan. I wanted you to come with us.” he says.

“Jake, you know I can’t. You know I can’t go with you. I have school… I can’t just abandon everything!” you say.

He rubs his hand over his face, “I know. I know. I just don’t know what else to do.”

“Jake, our worlds aren’t the same anymore.” you say, tears brimming at your eyes.

“You’ve been my world for as long as I can remember.” he whispers.

“Jake…” you plead. “I can’t be the girl who held you back from following your dream and seeing it through. I won't be. I have to let you go. I have to let you do this.” you manage through tears.

“Is that what you really want?! You want to just give up on this? After everything!? Have I not proven time and time again that I would do anything for you?!” he yells.

“You have! That’s the problem! You’re willing to risk everything for me! Something that you have worked for your whole life! I can’t let you do that! I won’t let you hurt yourself again for me!” you yell.

“Don’t do this to me Y/N…” he begs.

“Jake, I'm doing this for you.” you reply.

Suddenly his demeanor changes, you can see his thought process playing out. His eyes that greeted you with love and adoration only minutes ago are now filled with pain and resentment.

“Fine. If you don’t want this…to fight for this… You can go.” his tone, venomous as he opens the bedroom door to let you out.

Your breath catches in your throat, and just like that the world you had built around Jake came tumbling down.

Chapter 6

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