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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - 18+ mdni - sappy smut

“Wow.”

Simon sets both bags on the floor, forgetting them in favor of sealing himself around you, arms around your waist. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I’ve never been here before. Didn’t realize it was so pretty.” The ocean is turquoise, a sparkling blue green reflecting the sun’s midday peak. His lips graze your cheek, and you giggle. “I still can’t believe we’re on holiday.”

“You deserve it.” You turn in his arms, nose to his neck.

“You think Orion is okay?” He rubs your back, trying to soothe your worries. You’d been a little apprehensive when he originally mentioned going on a quick getaway, nervous about leaving the baby, but Gaz and Cami insisted they were up to the task, and he finally coaxed you out the door.

It was much needed. You were bone weary, and with the team set to leave again in another week or two, he was desperate to get some quality, alone time.

Logistically, it took a lot. You’d need to pump this entire time to keep your supply up, not to mention you’re still adjusting to your new medication for POTS. Simon had to do extensive work to ensure the security of this town, evaluating each rental and placing endless phone calls, painstakingly combing through each one until he found something perfect.

“Orion is fine. Gaz and Cami have it all under control, you know that. We’ll FaceTime with him tonight, okay?” You nod, still burrowed against him. When you finally pull away, it’s with a coy smile.

“Can we go to the beach?”

Simon leads your past Porthcurno beach with a promise of something better, a secluded craggy cove he knows will have almost no one on it. You gasp when it comes into view, more brilliantly blue water meeting white sand, framed with dark cliffs. As he suspected, only a few other people dot the beach. It requires some effort, a steep descent on uneven ground, but he holds you steady, keeping your hand on his shoulder as he leads. If you slip, you’ll only fall right into him, cushioned at his back instead of the sharp rocks.

“Oh my god…” you trail off, dropping your backpack in the sand. “Simon this is… it's perfect.” He laughs. It’s so easy with you. To laugh. To smile. He’s never felt lighter, staring at you in the sun, honeyed heat in your eyes as you peek up at him through lush lashes. You slide your shorts down, cheeky purple bikini bottoms barely covering your ass, and then shuck your t shirt, revealing the matching top. It's skimpy, to say the least, velvet skin and curves on full display, full breasts and hips, soft belly all accentuated by the lilac hue of your bathing suit. Your cheeks swallow the stretchy fabric, and he thinks about hooking his fingers between them and digging it out. His cock hardens, nearly solid and aching for you. He's already in heaven, could believe he's died and reached some sort of twisted afterlife where he doesn't end up in purgatory, and he searches for the side of your bathing suit, tugging on the strap.

"C'mere mama." You read the husk in his voice, the heavy weight of his lids, and shake your head.

"I wanna swim," you're coy with your smile, fingers tucking into the waistband of his trunks, "take me swimming daddy."

The water is warm. He's almost resentful to it, wishing it was a little cooler, enough that you would cling to him more, searching for heat.

Still, he's not complaining. Watching you wade into the water and float with the rhythm of the sea, it's enrapturing. Intoxicating. Better than bourbon. You frolic in it, beaming, carefree and weightless, heaviness of motherhood left behind for a moment, a moment where you're just you... and he's just some poor sod who's never deserved you in the first place. You've piled your hair on top of your head, wet tendrils sticking to your neck, framing your face, shrieking and giggling each time your lifted from your feet with the crest of a wave.

Finally, you come to him. Wrap your legs around his waist and heave your arms onto his shoulder, smiling in the sun. Your skin is brine soaked and glistening, wet and slick in his hold, and as the ocean rolls the two of you together in its sway, he goes with it, using the motion to press himself against you. Everything about you is his undoing, every breath you draw filling him with life, the widening of your eyes as you feel the heft of his cock pulsing between your legs, the nervous glance you give the shore at the few people bathing in the sun. His fingers trace your belly and dip into the side of your suit, swirling down your slit and then pressing your clit. You gasp into his mouth, but the water washes away your natural desire, and he pulls away.

"Si..."

"There's a nook over there," he sucks a mark into your neck, licking at the taste of your skin, the droplets splashed across your shoulder, "it's sandy, and sheltered."

"Oh." Your eyes widen. "B-but there are people... on the beach."

"They won't see. Or hear. The ocean will drown it all out." You gnaw on your lip until he places his thumb there instead. "Y'trust me?"

"Yeah."

He lays you on your back in the sand. The rock arches up like a cathedral, hallowed ground, and he takes his time pulling your bathing suit away, tugging the bottoms down to your knees, tits falling free once he unstrings your top. They're too tempting, round and full, your head tipping back when his mouth closes over your nipple, warmth spilling across his tongue.

"Feel this?" He unfolds your hand and presses it against where he's hard in his trunks. "Feel how bad I want to be inside you, honey?"

"Fuck, y-yeah."

"You're gonna take it all for me mama. Jus' like last time." You nod frantically, and he takes a quick moment to strip, palming your thighs and then spreading them open.

You seize when he burns his face in your pussy, tongue circling around your clit, one finger, then two, working themselves inside, stretching, scissoring, trying to get you ready. You thrash and moan, shuddering when the orgasm rushes through your blood, legs closing around his head until he pulls away, still holding you wide.

His entry is gentle and slow. Fingers laced together above your, a holy crown like you deserve, kissing away the crinkles of discomfort around your eyes and even the tears trailing down your cheeks.

"Jesus." You moan, and he glances down, breaking out in a full body shiver when he sees he's barely halfway there. He remembers how it was the first time, in your bed, in the moonlight, the way you strangled him, shoved him into his orgasm far before he was ready, and though your body has changed from having his baby, you've never been more beautiful, and never felt so good. "Big, Si," your brow creases, and you whimper, "you're too big-"

"Y'can take it. You were made for me." He presses against your belly as he sinks to the hilt and you mewl like the kitten you are, sweet in his arms, fingers clawed into his shoulders. His nose drags down your cheek, thrusting slowly, easy pressure stretching you out on his cock. "How's that feel?"

"F-fuck, it's... good, so good." Your lashes feather closed, and he shakes his head.

"Keep your eyes open, mama. Keep them on me." He has to see every refraction of light, every kaleidoscope of emotion and pleasure in your gaze, the overload between the two of you as he fucks you deep and fills you with come.

He wants to give you another baby so badly it burns, mark you, fill you, watch you grow heavy with his child, be there for it all this time-

But that’s not for tonight. Tonight is not about the claim. It’s about love. Showing, telling, promising. Branding vows into your skin, burying himself so deep your body never fits another, giving you his last name, keeping and loving you forever. More than a claim, even more than a promise. Something he’ll never walk away from. Someone he’d burn the world for, walk to hell and back, pulling you behind him, eyes fixed on the horizon.

His life, his past, drops like a stone to the bottom of the sea through his mind, every trial, every loss, all now serving a greater purpose, teaching a grander lesson, though no less painful. Love. Something that used to be so distant he hardly knew its name, and now it’s everywhere. The torture, the loss of his identity, his existence, even his name, all of it once lost, only to be found by you.

He’d rip his heart out and lay it at your feet if he could.

It’s slow. He’s never been particularly patient outside of work, but for you, he tries to make it last forever. Tastes each syllable of your moans and cries, paints your body with his sweat and spit. You yield for him, bloom for him, learn him the way he learns you, and as the two of you chase the end together, his face hovers just above yours, gentle fingers as a necklace under your neck.

“I love you.” He murmurs it, and your eyes shine. “I love you mama. You’re mine. Til death.”

At the precipice, the moment before the two of you shatter, your forehead meets his, you share his breath, his words, his life. It’s now yours too, intertwined like the dna stitched with yours, and when you come, the only words on your lips are a vow of your own.

“I love you too.”

[daysao]

Understanding Acid Reflux: Causes, Symptoms, and Treatment Options

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Indigestion, likewise recognized as gastroesophageal reflux condition (GERD), is a common gastrointestinal condition that takes place when stomach acid recedes right into the esophagus. This can result in signs such as heartburn, regurgitation, breast pain, and trouble swallowing. The problem can be caused by numerous factors, consisting of particular foods, obesity, smoking, and maternity. Understanding the root causes of indigestion is vital in handling and preventing its uncomfortable symptoms.Treatment choices for indigestion usually entail way of living modifications, such as preventing trigger foods, keeping a healthy weight, and elevating the head of the bed while resting. Over-the-counter medications, such as antacids and proton pump inhibitors, can also give remedy for indigestion signs and symptoms. In a lot more severe instances, prescription medications or operations may be suggested. It is crucial to talk to a doctor for a precise medical diagnosis and personalized therapy plan to efficiently take care of acid reflux and improve quality of life.

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Meat mallet

This most glorious matinee

A morning picture show

Slicing 90 minutes of dog-eared,

over-emotional dependence

Into her diarised hopes and obligations.

A white room

Queen sized

Away from any dependable choices

With elusive qualities

That wield the authority to persuade.

The beginning of wonder

Where laughter and love making melt time

Dissolve all fearful stories

Always though,

The cliffhanger end,

Blasts from the past

Heavy in her distrust

Rolling on a hot bed

A characterisation shaped through

sweat and mud.

It is she who has taught me how to love.

There is no place for inappropriate fears

For anecdotes of privacy

Extending across the grand furniture of marriage.

You already know the truth.

Tours of crypts await, in the service of rats.

So the lover,

Hurridly collecting smiles and laughter from the bare floor.

Leaves only bags of sugar.

Emptied

Grim faced and unrelievedly serious

Peeled segments

Separated and collapsing

Chrushed then, to pulp

Pour out the swelling acidic flood

Boiling love to a stiff red goo.

Take Cohen’s testimony.

Primitive thinking

The exhaustible sauce of pure truth, turned

The genre switch

Lost to the scum,

The pump and violence.

The anti- female.

Splattering chopped offal and jam

To snuff

Out.

Painting all love for her,

To red.

(I’m not delighted by these

explanations and translations

This new paragraph of externalised anxieties.

‘Do you want to meet someone with the same hopes, ambitions and interests as yourself?’

To shuffle and

Stumble and

Slur.

A falling.

The panache of playboy sex and drunkenness;

Rental free

Giving you, the user,

The chance to bypass

All the congested channels!

To connect quickly-

To store all death in an electric memory.)

She,

Without make up

Without approximations

Stark naked

but for her expensive sunglasses

And the

Hammer in hand.

Her breasts pressed to your heart

Whispers

‘Fuck you,

Very much.’

Yes.

Fuck you, fuck you

For everything

and nothing.

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How to Get a Free Breast Pump Through Insurance

Breastfeeding is essential to provide your baby with complete nourishment and nutritious food for healthy, lifelong growth. You cannot afford to malnourish your baby when its lifelong physical development depends on proper breastfeeding. But house chores, office duties, traveling, and other pressing matters leave no time for you to breastfeed your baby on time. Women living in metropolitan cities suffer from this problem at most. In this situation, breast pumps are the most handy solution that these women can think of to provide for their babies when they are busy. These are becoming popular with women who are not able to take time and feed their babies on time.

A breast pump is a mechanical device that is designed to extract milk from a lactating woman's breasts. It allows the collection and storage of breast milk for times when a woman cannot directly breastfeed their children, especially when they are at work, traveling, or busy doing their daily chores. It is an expensive technology that most working women find difficult to afford.

However, you can get a free breast pump if you have an affordable care insurance plan at your back. Affordable care insurance plans cover the complete cost of breastfeeding equipment and breast pumps. In this article, we will explain how you can get a free breast pump using an affordable care financial support plan. Here are the steps that you have to follow:

Contact Your Insurance Company

Insurance companies offer personalized care plans at affordable premiums to cover your expenses for breastfeeding equipment. So contact your agents and understand your coverage for breast pumps. They will provide you with all the information you will need to manage your medical care expenses and understand whether it covers manual or electric pumps, rental options, etc.

Get a Prescription

When you are consulting your doctor, midwife, or healthcare provider, ask them to offer you with a written prescription for using electronic pumps for collecting milk and feeding your baby. You can show this document to the insurance company and ask them to cover the equipment in the total cost of treatment. They will assess your need through the medical document, and you can get the equipment free of cost.

Choose a Supplier

Once your purchase costs are approved by the insurer, you can choose a good brand for your milk-collecting equipment. You can mention the supplier name to your insurance agent, or they will supply you with a list of companies from which you can pick a good one for you. The listed brands are familiar with the financial process and can help you get the pump covered along with your other medical charges.

Order the Pump

After the successful delivery of your baby, you can contact the supplier and provide them with the prescription and any necessary insurance information to obtain the product. You can choose an appropriate size and model that fits your breastfeeding needs. Before finalizing your order, make sure to confirm with the supplier that the breast pump model you're interested in is covered under your financial plan.

Receive Your Pump

After that, the supplier will work with your insurance company to get the pump approved. This process can take a few days to a couple of weeks, so be patient. Once your approval is obtained, the supplier will deliver the breast pump to your preferred address. They will also give you all the necessary accessories and instructions to use it properly.

Do All Healthcare Plans Include Free Breast Pumps?

Yes, almost all healthcare plans include breast pumps at the time of delivering a child. You have the legal approval for getting free breastfeeding pumps that are covered in your insurance coverage. All you need to do is to understand the whole process and apply it to your healthcare plan. 

How Many Types Are Covered In The Plan?

It depends on the insurance company. Some of them offer you as many as ten choices that include single-electric, double-electric, manual model, and battery-operated. You can pick anyone suitable for your needs that is falling short of your financial backup.

How to upgrade your breast pump?

You can upgrade your breastfeeding equipment after making your first purchase. For that, you can contact your indemnity agent and ask for an upgrade. It may require some extra charges, and the rest of the cost will be covered by the provider. For more information, you can contact the equipment supplier to get expert suggestions.

How long are you going to need it?

How long you are going to need it totally depends from person to person. The idea is to empty the breast and take out all the milk inside it. It can be different for every woman. It takes roughly ten to fifteen minutes in the whole process. You can repeat this process as per your daily activities. It will supply enough milk for your baby to have its fill.

Conclusion

It's important to note that while many insurance plans cover breast pumps, the specifics can vary depending on your plan and location. Some plans might offer a selection of pumps to choose from, while others might provide reimbursement for a pump you've purchased. Always verify the details with your financier provider and the chosen supplier to ensure a smooth process.

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FDA Authorizes SNOO’s Smart Baby Cot as a Medical Device

When the Snoo "smart bassinet" entered the market almost a decade ago, it was an instant success among parents who were desperate to find a way to keep their newborn babies asleep longer. The bassinet was so in demand that in order to help more parents access the $1,695 product, Happiest Baby (Snoo's parent company) created a rental program starting at $159 a month. And now, those families on the fence about whether to invest in the Snoo might have added incentive to do so: on April 3, it became the first and only medical device to receive De Novo classification from the US Food and Drug Administration for its ability to keep babies sleeping on their back. De Novo classification essentially means the FDA considers this a first-of-its-kind product that's suitable to be marketed as a medical device. Why this is huge news: studies have shown that back sleeping reduces the risk of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS), so much so that health agencies like the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends that babies sleep on their backs until the age of 1. SIDS is responsible for the deaths of toughly 3,400 babies in the US every year and is the leading cause of death among infants, according to the CDC. The FDA classification doesn't mean the Snoo can be marketed as a way to reduce the risk of SIDS - but it can state that it's proven to keep babies sleeping on their back, which in turn has been shown to protect against SIDS. (And, of course, many parents already love the Snoo for its ability to help little ones doze off and stay asleep for longer periods.) "Just as infant seats dramatically improve car safety, we hope to dramatically improve sleep safety by keeping babies on the back and reducing risky rolling," said Harvey Karp, MD, co-founder and CEO of Happiest Baby in a statement. Another possible benefit: now that the Snoo has been deemed a medical device by the government agency, it may become a free benefit provided by many health insurance programs, much like breast pumps are now. https://www.popsugar.com/family/snoo-smart-baby-bassinet-evaluated-by-fda-as-sids-reducer-47263776?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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[hairrington]

Without A Clue

Summary: Steve is into you. Really, really into you. The only problem is that everybody seems to know it but you. It’s not until you get dragged into the Upside Down that you finally start to see just how much he cares about you. Female reader hurt/comfort in which reader is clueless to Steve’s feelings! Requested by anon. Some canon divergence. CW: blood/injury. Gif credit to hawkinsindiana.

The rowboat was bobbing in the middle of Lovers Lake with the five of you inside, but it rocks even more when you stand.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Steve asks.

"The gate should be down there, right?" you say. "We have only one way to know for sure."

"You're jumping... in there?" Eddie asks, staring into the black water.

"I'll go," Steve urges.

"You snooze, you lose, Harrington," you say, peering over the corner, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Damn, (Y/N) has guts," Robin says with an impressed scoff.

"(Y/N), seriously," Steve mumbles.

"I'll be fine, Steve," you say. "Hate to brag, but I have great lung capacity." You give him a proud smile before plunging into the cold lake.

As you pump your arms through one breast stroke after another, deeper and deeper into the still water, you think about how you got here in the first place.

It all started with a part-time job at the arcade. One lunch break, you decided to kill time in the video rental store next door. You figured it was better than sitting in the arcade’s depressing break room.

Standing in the Sci Fi section, your eyes travelled over the spines of the VHS tapes. You noticed movement near you and looked up to catch a handsome man's eyes. The next second, you noticed his uniformed vest and name-tag.

"Looking for any recommendations?" he asked.

Normally, you would've said you were just browsing, but the guy was too sweet to turn away.

"Sure," you answered.

"Anything in particular you look for in a sci fi flick?" he asks, raising an arm to rest on the top shelf.

"Hmm, lots of action," you say.

"Adrenaline junkie?" he asks.

"You could say that," you answer.

"Well," Steve says, lips pursed. "You might like...” His eyes landed on a tape. “Somewhere In Time. Maybe. I don't know. To be honest, I'm trying to look like I'm good at my job in front of my boss."

You laughed, amused by this rambling stranger whose nametag you could now read: Steve. Sure enough, way at the front counter, a long-haired man stared daggers into the employee’s back.

"So, Steve,” you said. “I should look like I'm getting a lot of valuable information from you.” You began nodding and looking at Steve seriously, knowing you were being watched.

"Thank you," he said with a relieved smile.

"I get it," you said. "I got one of those types of managers next door."

"Oh, you work at the arcade?" Steve asked. 

“Yes,” you joked. You had put a cardigan over the itchy t-shirt you were forced to wear, put pointed to the small fraction of words on the shirt. “And I swear, time actually stops there.” Steve half-smirked.

“I thought it’d be fun to work over there.”

“I hear pinball machines in my sleep,” you said seriously, making Steve smirk again. “So, to make you look good, I should probably rent something out, huh?”

“I’ll owe you one,” Steve replied.

After that, you visited the video store way more often than you needed to, befriending both Steve and Robin and enjoying the laughs and customer horror stories you’d shared with them. They’d visit you, too, trying their hand at some of the arcade games and actually getting pretty good at them.

When you noticed some of the kids you saw at the arcade visiting the video store speaking with Steve and Robin with low tones and serious expressions, your curiosity got the best of you. And suddenly, you were immersed in the stories of the Upside Down - unbelievable, scary, but incredible stories.

Funny enough, as you dive deeper into the lake, Steve is thinking back to the first time you met, too.

"That's it, I'm going in," he says, staring at the water and shaking his head.

"Cool it, Romeo," Robin says. "It's been like ten seconds. Have some faith in her." Steve rolls his eyes at his friend’s incessant teasing about his crush on you.

"It's the monsters I don't have faith in, Robin," Steve complains.

Meanwhile, you had reached the bottom of the lake and encountered the red, otherworldly entrance to the dimension you’d heard so much about. If you weren’t underwater, you’d have gasped.

After swimming your way back up, your hands find the rim of the boat and you take in a big gulp of air. Steve is not much of a religious person, but when he sees you alive and well, he silently thanks God.

“So, there’s definitely a portal down there,” you breathe out, gazing between Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy, their faces lit up by the moon. The cold air presses up against your wet skin.

“Glad we settled that,” Steve says. “Get back in.”

“Yes, sir,” you chuckle. But when you set to lunge forward, instead, you feel a tight pressure around your leg. You let out a shriek before it pulls you down, filling your lungs with water. 

Fear boils deep into your bones as you watch the surface get farther away, gasping for air but only gulping in water.

Once air reaches you again, it's thick and smoggy. You lie on your front on the hard, rocky ground, gasping to breathe. Heart pounding, you look up to see red skies and disjointed rocks.

Is this the Upside Down?

You find the strength to get on your knees, still gasping and feeling the sting of water in your nose and throat.

High-pitched shrieking startles you as horrifying bat-like creatures lunge right for you. Burning pain rips through your shoulder when you realize one the creatures has dug its teeth into your skin.

You scream out, grabbing for it and pulling it off, the pain gruesome and nearly debilitating. You stomp on it, missing a few times, but successfully knocking it out.

When you were pulled down, Steve didn't hesitate. He dove headfirst in the water, fully clothed, knowingly and urgently swimming down into the dangerous world you had been pulled into.

You hear your name being shouted and you frantically look around, finally landing on Steve.

"Duck!" he screams, and you obey, narrowly missing another demon bat.

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie appear shortly after, the group of you swinging and strangling and stomping the bats. In the tussle, you feel fangs dig into your leg above your ankle, and you choke out a sob, continuing to fight for your life.

Finally, the last bat lets out a spine-chilling groan, lifeless on the ground.

Heaving, you all walk towards each other to form a haphazard circle, your ankle and shoulder burning.

"You alright?" Steve asks, primarily looking at you.

"Never better," you breathe, wincing. The shrieks of demobats return and to your horror, a hoard of them appear in the sky nearby.

"Over there!" Nancy points. You all follow her lead, running into the dark woods. Unfortunately, your newfound injury makes you limp far behind, and when Steve notices how far back you are, he turns towards you.

He runs your way and scoops you up, cradling you in his arms. You brace his sweater for stability, cotton bunching up under your fingers. Steve pants as he runs and you look up at him, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazes ahead.

The five of you find shelter in the murky forest full of tangled, disjointed branches. Steve slowly lowers you, strong hands still on your waist as you find your footing.

You feel faint, but don't want to show it and cause panic. Sure enough, though, you can't hide it from Steve.

"Is it bad?" he asks, breath hot on your neck.

"It's not good," you admit.

"Is it your leg?" Robin asks. Steve rounds you, giving you a chance to put all your weight on your feet. The burning in your ankle is still vicious, and you're still a bit drowsy, but it doesn't hurt as bad to stand.

"I guess one of those things got me," you mumble, looking up from your foot to your shoulder. "Twice."

"You shouldn't have jumped in the water," Steve mumbles. You roll your eyes, but he doesn't notice as he’s too busy pulling his yellow sweater off of his shoulders, revealing his torso.

"If I didn't jump, you would've," you answer. "So what difference does it make?" He gazes at the blood on your shoulder, the ash over your face, and it pains him to his core to see you so wounded.

Steve steps closer to you, looking down at his sweater as he rips it.

"I'd rather be the one cut up like this than you," Steve says at a volume only loud enough for you to hear.

"What kind of survival instinct is that, Harrington?" you tease. You look up at Robin to share an amused look, but she's only looking at you two empathetically.

"We'll catch up," Steve calls back to the other three over the sound of fabric ripping in his hands. "Just don't walk too fast."

Robin only shrugs in agreement and slowly makes her way in the forest with Nancy and Eddie.

Screeching and howling in the distance fills your ears as Steve takes one half of the sweater in his hands, the other tucked under his elbow.

"But that was such a nice sweater," you say quietly, trying to earn a smile from Steve. It doesn't take.

"I don't care about the sweater," he says.

You're close enough to see the wrinkles his forehead makes when he winces as he wraps the fabric around your shoulder. The pressure against the wound stings, and you recoil.

"Shit, sorry," he says. "We just have to put pressure on it, okay?"

"I know," you whisper, nodding quickly. "Do what you have to do."

He tightens the fabric around your arm up to your shoulder, tying a knot at your shoulder blade. You find a place to focus your eyes, and it just so happens to be his chest, peppered with tufts of hair.

Then your eyes travel up to his face. His very concerned looking face.

"Steve, jeez, you look..." Worried isn't quite the word. It's not strong enough. "Distraught. It's okay! I didn't die."

"You got hurt, though," he answers, bending down with the other half of the fabric, investigating the gash on your ankle. "Can you hold onto me?"

You oblige, moving your good arm to grip his firm, naked shoulder. You stare down at Steve, hair tousled, as he creates a tourniquet around your ankle.

Finally, Steve rises to his feet, towering over you with frantic eyes.

"Thanks for patching me up," you say. "Now stop looking so worried."

"(Y/N), we care about you, okay?" he says quietly. "I care about you. I can't... I can't see you get hurt." Steve sighs, cupping your shoulders, grip loose on the bad shoulder. "You don’t see how much you matter to me? Don't you get it?"

His eyes skitter away, then return to yours. Steve's so close, smelling of sweat and cologne.

"Get what?" you ask.

Your eyes travel his face, waiting for an indication of what he's talking about.

"I don’t know when I wanted to do this but this is definitely not the time. We should go," Steve says, words rushed. He’s nervous. You’ve never seen Steve nervous. "Are you okay to walk?"

The confusion of the last five seconds sends your head spinning, so all you can do is nod. No need for Steve to carry you again, no matter how comforting it was. And no need to make a joke about it, because whatever happened between you just shifted everything.

How much you matter to him? This isn’t the time? What the hell is he talking about?

Sure, you’d been friends for a few months now and of course a person cares about their friends, but as you make your way through the woods, careful not to roll your ankle, you can’t get the soft, meaningful way Steve was looking at you out of your head.

Steve marches in front of you, listening for your footsteps to make sure you’re okay, but unable to bear turning around to look at you again. He's too nervous that he's ruined everything with you.

As much as he likes you, your obliviousness has frustrated him to no end.

Whenever he’d ask to hang out outside of work, you’d ask if Robin was coming, too. Whenever he complimented you, you’d roll your eyes and assume he was joking. Whenever he’d go above and beyond to show he cared about you, you’d smile in that sweet way you always did, too stubborn to see that he was falling for you. 

Robin had been telling him to just give it to you straight. But right now? In this squalid forest in the Upside Down? Not the time to just spill it out to you.

You stare at his bare back as you follow him, watching the dips and valleys of his muscles, and you’re not sure if he’s mad or just stressed out. You feel like you’re missing an important piece to the puzzle, but you’ve searched everywhere and the piece simply isn’t there.

“Hey, guys,” Eddie says as you approach the group. “Anyone know how much longer we have to walk through literal hell?”

“We’re close,” Nancy says matter-of-factly. 

“(Y/N), you alright?” Robin asks, eyes darting between you and Steve. He finally turns around, concerned eyes boring into you.

“Yeah,” you say. “Thank you, Steve.”

He gives you a genuine smile, albeit small, and turns back around. Robin meets your eyes again and you mouth “I don’t know” to her with a shake of your head. She looks like she wants to say something, but doesn’t.

When you reach the Wheeler house, you’re grateful to see that at least couches exist in this alternate dimension. At this point, the ache in your ankle is sharp again, and you desperately need a break.

As the others go upstairs and explore the house, you sink into the living room couch and trying to even your breathing. Guilt finds its way into your core when you think back to Steve’s frantic eyes and shaking hands. He was terrified for you.

A minute passes, and when you hear the four of your group members talking upstairs, you grab the armrest, pushing yourself up onto your feet. The break helped.

As you go towards the noise to find the group, quick footsteps hammer down the stairs and you get to the staircase to find that Steve has just reached the bottom.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks.

“Just took a little break,” you say. “Steve, I’m sorry that I scared you.”

“Hey,” Steve whispers. He can’t take the sad expression on your face - the way your mouth turns down and the way your eyelids drop kills him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry I freaked out.”

You swallow hard and nod, looking up the staircase in the dark, musky house.

“You can hold my hand if you want to,” Steve says gently, and you take it without hesitation, his palm calloused and warm. Your heart races at the intimate gesture.

When you make it to the bedroom, Robin takes note of you and when her eyes dart to your hand clasped in Steve’s, you swear that she smiles for a second.

Being guided by Dustin’s echoing voice from the world you’re desperately trying to get back to, the five of you stare at an orb of light, debris floating menacingly. You kneel in front of the light, and when you lose grip with Steve’s hand, you’re surprised to realize how empty you feel without his touch.

After staring at the light for a few moments, an idea pops into your head.

“Trace with your finger,” you say quietly to nobody in particular, and when Nancy tries and it works, the others gasp in disbelief.

“Good one, arcade girl,” Robin says, amazed. You grin at your friend.

When you realize you have to make it to Eddie’s trailer, dread fills your body. You’re not sure if you can walk again. But when you discover that you can bike there, you’re much more up for the task. You make it to the trailer soon after, relieved knowing you’re one step closer to getting home.

Breaking any and all laws of physics, the five you climb and somehow fall at the same time into the right version of the world. Breathing in normal air brings you a wave of comfort.

You all take a second to inhale and exhale and let it sink in that you’ve made it back. You gaze up at the portal that separates you from the terrifying world you’d been attacked in.

Then, you look to your aching shoulder to see that your blood has soaked through Steve’s sweater. Dread crawls up your back. Your impulse is find Steve’s eyes next, and when you do, you see that he’s chewing on his bottom lip as he stares at your shoulder.

“(Y/N) needs to get to the hospital,” Steve announces, more so to himself than anyone else. You’ve been successfully softening the magnitude of your injuries, but now, seeing that much blood and feeling as faint as you feel, you can finally agree with Steve’s uneasiness.

“Get them home,” Steve says to Robin, Steve, and Eddie, motioning to the kids. “And I’ll get her to a doctor.”

“Steve, the neighbor two trailers down has one of those magnet key boxes,” Eddie says, glancing between you two. “Under his front left tire. I’ve... taken it for a spin a few times. I swear, the old guy sleeps like a rock. He’s never caught me.”

“We can’t steal someone’s car,” you say, wary.

“We’ll borrow it,” Steve says, nodding to Eddie. “We’ll take anything we can get now. You need a doctor.”

You’re too tired to argue.

“And you probably need a shirt, dingus,” Robin comments. Steve looks down and nods quickly, so distracted by your state of need that he can’t think of anything else.

After Eddie lends Steve a plain black t-shirt, the two of you pace to the neighbor’s Ford in silence. You settle into the pick-up truck, feeling throbbing in your shoulder.

“How’s the ankle?” Steve asks once he slides into the driver’s seat. The engine comes to life when he turns the key.

“Better than the shoulder,” you say.

Steve exhales deeply, and when you glance over at him, you notice his hands are shaking on the steering wheel.

The two of you make it out of the neighborhood and onto a main road that you recognize.

He’s scared. He’s so, so scared. In the Upside Down - hell, even in the Russians’ bunker, he was more calm than he is now. He can’t stand to see you in danger like this. 

Street lamps plunge you in and out of light.

The pain and the fatigue hits you like a train, and you feel hot tears build in your eyes. You can’t hold them back and they slip down your cheeks, letting out quiet sniffles.

"Oh no, baby, please don’t cry,” Steve whispers, the pet name slipping out and immediately embarrassing him. “We've got like... not even ten minutes, okay?"

"I'm just tired," you mumble.

"It's okay. We're getting you to a hospital. It's okay."

In his time working at Family Video, Steve had seen his fair share of drama films. And one thing he remembers about when someone is seriously injured: keep them talking.

"Talk to me about something else," Steve tells you. "Anything."

"I'm really glad I have tomorrow off," you mumble. It makes Steve chuckle, and you smile to yourself. "Finally, I get you to laugh. You've been so serious all night. It's unlike you."

You think back to how courageous Steve was in the Upside Down. He was like an action hero.

"But seriously, you were kind of amazing down there, Harrington," you mumble honestly.

Steve feels his cheeks get warm. How can you say things like that and not realize what it does to him?

"Yeah, I know," he quips, making a right turn. Only a few blocks left.

"Humble as always," you mumble, feeling your eyelids getting heavier. Steve looks over at you.

"Do me a favour?" he says.

"Hmm?"

"Keep your eyes open?"

You sigh, forcing your eyes open.

"Yes, sir," you tease.

"So, what would you have done tomorrow? With your day off? Tell me everything you're thinking." Steve asks.

"I was planning on catching up on sleep," you tell him. You think of your home. Your bed. Your mom works nights, so you'd probably wake up when she's already back home and sleeping. At least you know she left for work before you set out of the house tonight, so she has no idea that you spent your evening fighting inter-dimensional monsters.

"I'd have a quiet morning," you continue. "My mom would already be back in bed, so I'd watch the tv on low. Then I was thinking of dropping by Hawkins' best video store."

"Best, huh?" Steve asks. He loves when you come into store. Hearing the door jingle and looking to see you walking through it always gives him happy goosebumps.

"I know a guy. Gives all the best recommendations."

"Sounds... not true."

"Okay, yeah, I lied," you say. "But his boss knows all the girls come in just to see him so he keeps him around."

"They do?" Steve chuckles.

"Don't play clueless, Harrington," you tease, fighting to keep your eyelids up.

Steve shakes his head to himself. If only you knew how clueless you were about how much he likes you.

"How's it driving?" you ask.

"Higher up than I'm used to," Steve answers with a nervous chuckle. He goes through a green light. "But okay."

"It smells like peanuts in here," you say. Steve laughs. "Hey, you said to tell you everything I'm thinking."

"I'm glad you are," Steve says.

"I can't believe that this car is stolen right now."

"Borrowed."

"You stole a car for me," you say.

"I'd do anything for you," Steve replies.

This sends your heart fluttering. Even in your drowsy state, you recognize the weight of his words.

"Remember when we met and I rented out that movie just to make you look good to Keith?" you ask.

"I was thinking about that actually," Steve says. "Earlier tonight." He thinks back to watching the water in Lovers Lake, praying you'd come back up to the surface.

"You said you owed me one."

"Yeah?"

"With everything you did tonight, consider it paid back. Like, tenfold."

"All I did tonight was freak out," Steve says.

One thing you know for sure about Steve after months of being friends with him: he likes to pretend to be cocky, but in reality, he can never take credit for how good of a guy he is.

"We're here," he announces, pulling into the hospital parking lot. You breathe a sigh of relief.

After checking in and claiming it was a stray dog that attacked you - "close enough", Steve had said to you privately - you were waiting in the small hospital room.

You assumed Steve would've wanted to stay in the waiting room, but he offered to come with you, and it made you feel much less nervous.

You sit at the end of the hospital bed, and Steve is settled in a chair a few feet away from you, leg shaking rapidly. You look at him, his brown hair hanging over his forehead, chin resting in his hand, concerned eyes glued to you. His jeans and shoes are dirty and look funny with the clean borrowed t-shirt. You stare at each other, wordless.

In this moment, Steve can't think of anything more important in this world than you.

"So we got a dog bite here?" you hear a voice. You look up to see a woman in a lab coat enter through the door, with a nurse following close behind.

"Ye- yes," you mumble.

"Okay, let's take a look."

You peel off the soaked, ripped sweater Steve had given you, wincing at the pain. The doctor quickly examines it and looks at you.

Steve watches, heart ripped in two.

"You'll need stitches and antibiotics," the doctor explains to you. "We have anesthesia so the area will be numbed, alright?" the doctor explains.

"Okay," you repeat.

After the wound is cleaned and the numbing gel is applied, you look to Steve again. Remembering what he said back in the Upside Down in the Wheelers' home, you give him a weak smile.

"You can hold my hand if you want to," you say to him. Steve exhales with a smile, standing next to you, fingers interlacing with yours.

You don't look when the doctor puts in the stitches. After they check out your ankle and determine it doesn't need stitches, they clean and wrap it in gauze. The doctor then does a general check-up and determines that your blood loss level doesn't require extra attention, so you're okay to go home.

"But drink water and stay off your feet," she instructs. "And I'll see you soon to get those stitches out." The doctor looks to Steve. "Make sure she takes it easy and takes her antibiotics, okay?"

He nods with a serious expression, taking his mission to heart.

When you exit the hospital and get back into the pick-up truck, Steve takes a moment to hold his head in his hands and sigh deeply.

"I like you so much," he says quietly. He can't keep it in any longer.

You swallow hard, staring at him. His head is still in his hands, fingers in his messy hair.

"Wh- what?" Your voice is small. Disbelieving.

Steve drops his hands to his lap and looks at you. In the dark pick-up truck, the shadows aren't too stark, but you wish you could see his eyes better. See if what he's telling you really is true.

"I thought it was so obvious." He half-chuckles. Your eyes travel over his face. The weird comments about you not getting it, his anxiety over your injuries, the way he takes care of you. It all makes sense. The last puzzle piece clicks into place.

Your stomach numbs at your friend's confession. He likes you. And within the next millisecond, you realize you like him back.

"Watching you get hurt... I can't explain it, (Y/N). It kills me," he says. "I care about you so much. I can't keep it in anymore."

"Why did you?" you ask with a smile. "Keep it in, I mean."

"Waiting for the right moment?" he explains. "Waiting for you to see it yourself?"

"You'd be waiting forever," you tell him. "I'm clueless." Steve chuckles, dipping his head. "I'm clueless and I like you, too."

His head darts up - eyes big and smile bigger.

"Yeah?" Steve's tone is adorably excited.

"I thought it was so obvious," you tease. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

He's gentle when his lips find yours. No matter how hungry he is for this, for you, no matter how long he's wanted to kiss you, he's soft and slow with it. He wants to take his time, especially because you're injured.

His mouth is warm, a wonderful change from the cold bitterness of everything that took place tonight.

To Steve, kissing you is unlike how he imagined. It's somehow even better. And while he kisses you, he knows when he says he likes you, he really means love. But he'll save that word for a time when you've wrapped your head around everything that's happened tonight.

Steve pulls back, forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed.

"Sorry I'm clueless," you whisper. Steve laughs the sweetest laugh.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" he asks. Your heart swells.

"Yes," you reply, unable to think of any better way to say it.

"I want to stay here forever, but you need sleep and medication," he whispers back.

"Yes, sir," you sarcastically scoff.

Steve smiles below the next kiss he gives you and pulls back to start the car.

The entire ride home, you stare at your boyfriend's profile. He squints as he drives, previously shaky hands now steady. One hand is on your knee, and you hold it tightly, knowing that whatever is to come, you have someone looking out for you.

[nctsworld]

completely floored

✩ jeno x reader | best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | 1.5k

SUMMARY | who knew gaming on the floor like you two used to could change everything between you and your best friend? WARNINGS | smut, floor s*x, oral s*x (m receiving) RATING | mature PROMPT | staring at each other’s lips for a moment before giving in REQ BY | anonymous

AUTHOR’S NOTE | bless up for the boring jalapeno teasers to give me inspo and i’ve been wanting to write jeno for a long time so hehe i also haven’t played uno in forever sorry if there’s anything off

In Jeno’s basement rental suite, you two are sitting comfortably near each other on his carpeted floor, playing Halo together with your backs leaning against his worn-down sofa. 

“You doing okay?” Jeno asks with care, glancing over at your side of the TV screen where you’re blatantly struggling to stay alive from the onslaught of enemies. His gaze then falls on you for a second. 

“Yep, doing great,” you singsong, sarcasm laced in your tone. He catches sight of you sticking out your tongue in frustration.

Jeno’s not sure why the expression from you comes off more cute to him than usual. He smiles to himself in amusement and turns his attention back to the game.

It’s been about six months since you’ve last hung out one on one with him. Third year of university has been busy for both of you, but you’ve managed to find some free time now that finals were finally over this semester. 

And it feels exactly like old times from high school when you two used to sit on the floor at his parents’ house, gaming until the sun rose.

But things have definitely changed since then.

Like how gorgeous Jeno has gotten.

When you unsurprisingly die and have to wait to respawn until Jeno plows through the current batch of enemies, you waste your time in noticing his chiseled jaw line, the sexiness in his confident grin, and the raw attractiveness that exudes from him. 

You shake your thoughts away, attributing them to how you probably just missed hanging out with him, along with the fact that you’ve been single for way too long. 

After a couple more rounds of Halo, Uno replaces it as the next game of choice. Still on the floor, you’re now facing each other. About a few feet apart from you, Jeno has a leg pulled nearby to his chest, his arm resting on his raised knee. On the flipside, you’re sitting with lax legs bent onto their sides, parallel to the carpet. 

The early rounds of Uno are peaceful, but as it progresses, playful competitiveness emerges. The game shifts drastically when Jeno suddenly plays a handful of draw four cards. 

Your jaw swings open, shocked that he held onto so many for so long, and you complain about the unfairness of the situation. Smugly, Jeno shrugs and retorts back that’s simply how the game works. 

Twisting your mouth to one side and squinting your eyes, you then drop your cards in a teasing state of anger and launch yourself towards him. Your best friend merely laughs as you attempt to punch him in the arm. 

However, things take an unexpected turn. You lose balance and accidentally topple him down towards the carpet, your chest pressing atop of his.

Your faces are inches apart from one another. You’re both heavily breathing, practically inhaling the other’s air.

Each parties’ eyes flickers towards the other’s lips. Your gaze lingers longer than it should and you reprimand yourself because this is your best friend—your drop, dead gorgeous best friend who is looking at your lips with the same craving. 

Chest to chest, your hearts race together, pounding against the other almost in sync. Carefully, with a gulp, Jeno gently palms your cheek. Your eyelids flutter to a close.

Lips meet and collide, and you lay your hands on the planes of his chest. You’ve always felt safe around Jeno, but you’ve never felt more safe with him than like this. 

Soon enough, the kissing escalates, transforming into ones that drip of neediness and burning desire. Your touches dig deeper into each other. Throughout it, your shirt is thrown aside and you quickly attach yourself back onto him to help him rid of his layers.

Marking his body with a trail of hot kisses, you slowly make your descent towards his significantly hard desire. Seeing him shirtless is nothing new, but now that you have him up-close and all to yourself, you traverse his beauty without hurry. 

Peeking up at him when you reach his abs, you see him looking right back with an intent, ravenous stare. Because you’re not used to it, you feel a tingle in your cheeks and brush some hair behind your ear as you continue your trek.

Once at your destination, you strip him of his jeans and brief-boxers. Gasping silently at the sight, his sizable cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. You lick your lips, wanting his length immediately in your mouth. Instead, you restrain yourself and leave feathery kisses upon it.

Jeno sighs at the minimal sensation, his erection twitching in yearning for more. His sighs melt, replaced by sharp gasps and the ruffling of eyebrows as you devour him whole. For what you can’t engulf with your mouth, you pump with your hand.

“God...” he pants, eyeing you closely with with his hands behind his head, bare arms flexing delectably. Saliva begins to pool around his base as you suck endlessly. He peels a hand away and runs his fingers through your hair. “You’re so beautiful.” 

Coming up for air, you chuckle as you stroke him steadily. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked you off.” 

“No.” Jeno strongly disagrees, a stern glimmer obvious in his eye. Shaking his head, he rises onto his forearms and leans in right up to your face. 

Your best friend whispers the following into your mouth as he rubs his thumb tenderly over your cheek—

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” 

Another kiss, but this time, lips are crashing fiercely, like it’s the last time you’d ever kiss anybody. Jeno caresses your upper body and similarly, your hand continues to squeeze and jerk him off. Impatiently, you stand to hurriedly remove your bra and tug your bottoms off. 

Jeno’s tongue drags along his lower jaw when you rush to your purse to grab a condom; he watches attentively at the perfect view of your ass.

You scuttle back and ease the rubber onto him, and within seconds, you’re sitting on his length. Once he’s completely inside, an acute throaty moan pierces the room and your head cranes back. You’ve never had anyone fill you up so full before, and yet, it doesn’t take much time to acclimatize to his girth.

Riding him, you bounce relentlessly with your weight on your knees and your hands graze his upper frame. You’re gone, blinded by ecstasy, but Jeno’s hazy look doesn’t stray from you. 

His pretty fingers glide upward over your stomach, then over your breasts. At first, he thumbs your nipples to play with you prior to kneading them hungrily in their entirety.

Without warning, Jeno seizes your back with one hand and brings himself up, snatching your breasts into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Jeno,” you exhale in pleasure, sinking your nails into his flexed back and shoulders. “What are we doing?” 

“Do you wanna stop?” he asks between the snug puckering of his lips around your nubs. 

“No, no,” you immediately reply, shaking your head profusely. “You feel too fucking good...” 

When he’s finished loving your breasts, you gesture for him to lean back down during a kiss. Like before when you fell on him in the beginning, your chests are glued together again, this time now sans clothes. 

Your lips maneuver over to his neck, attacking him with kisses, and you fuck him with the your ass jutting out. The wet slaps of your sexes intermingling, Jeno’s panting, and your whines penetrate your surroundings.

“I’m close, I’m close...” he says, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in timing for what’s about to happen. 

Dragging yourself away from his neck, you kiss him fervently while you fasten your pace. He moans into your mouth as he unravels, his sweaty palms relaxing against your perspired back. You follow right after, practically reaching your peaks together.

After a few moments, you roll off and lay beside him. Both of you pant towards the ceiling in disbelief. The disbelief that runs through you is immersed with an underlying fear. 

“Maybe I should get going...” you say unsurely, sitting up and looking at your clothes at the other side of the floor. 

Just because you’ve had sex with him, it doesn’t mean Jeno still isn’t your best friend, nor does it rid of the fact that he knows your change of emotions like the back of his hand. He sits up too, warmly wraps an arm around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your nude arm. 

“How about one more game?” he mumbles into your skin. 

“Which game?” you whisper curiously.

One more peck, this time on your cheek. 

“The game called Stay the Night.”

Your head turns to face him, gazes converging. He flashes you his saccharine smile, his eyes following suit and smiling as well.

“Can’t play it without you, but only if you want to.” He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, causing you to giggle. “What do you say?” 

You get lost in his eyes, realizing that maybe you’ve always had something for Jeno, whether you were conscious of it or not.

Despite it all, you know your feelings aren’t unrequited. They can’t be, not with the way he’s looking at you as if you’re his entire world right now. 

In response to his proposition, you lean in for another kiss. It’s definitely not the last kiss you give him tonight. 

Not by a long shot.

[forcefulkitten]

the cure

[pakunoda x fem! reader] 

summary: after waking up with a hangover, Pakunoda helps to relieve your suffering.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral sex, tribbing

word count: 1,911

Every time you wake up hungover with a splitting headache, you promise to never drink beyond your limit again. The nausea and stomach pains always linger behind, and all you can do is swallow an aspirin to quell the swollen brain pounding against your skull. Perhaps you deserve this since Pakunoda reminds you to drink plenty fluids and pace yourself but you never listen.

That brings you to this moment, wondering how your body managed to survive the amount of alcohol you consumed last night. You stumble around the house looking for your girlfriend but she’s nowhere to be found. As you approach the fridge and pour yourself a glass of water, you find a note on the counter. “Going to buy necessities. Be back soon.” Bringing the cup to your dry lips, you chug all of the water in one swig. You decide to go take a shower and freshen up. The least you can do is look alive when Paku gets back. Knowing her, she definitely went to grab stuff to ease your hangover. You’d think she’s tired of playing nurse whenever you cause your own downfall, but she’s always too worried about your well-being to complain.

You make your way over to the bathroom, turning the shower water on hotter than you probably should. Before you get in, an urge to vomit hits you. The water you drank in the kitchen must’ve upset your stomach because it came right back up. After puking out all of contents in your stomach, the feeling of nausea dissipates almost immediately after. This leaves you with a headache, foggy mind and an aching body. After brushing your teeth, you step into the shower. Sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest, you let the hot water fall over you. Before long you get up and begin to lather yourself with soap, rinsing off afterwards and getting out. You can’t even be bothered to put on clothes, instead going straight to your bed after drying yourself off.

The second you lay down you begin to feel dizzy. Looking for Paku, inevitably throwing up, taking a scorching shower and now laying down was too many changes of environment for your brain to handle. The purpose of showering was to relieve your headache and cleanse your body, yet you only achieved the latter. You manage to drift off to sleep while laying on your stomach, waiting for your girlfriend to come back and keep you company. Only her presence can distract you from how shitty you feel right now.

When Pakunoda arrives back home, she takes out everything she purchased and sets it on the kitchen counter. A box of tea, more aspirin, your favorite soup from a nearby restaurant, crackers, and 2 movies from the rental box. This should be enough to get you through the remainder of the day. The house is quiet as she tip toes to your shared bedroom. When she opens the door, she’s caught off guard by your naked body asleep on the bed. You’re still on your stomach, spread out on the bed with your head resting on one of your arms. Stepping forward to take a closer look at you, she notices that your face is scrunched as if you’re in pain or discomfort. Paku sits on the bed next to you, bringing her hand to massage your scalp and wake you up cautiously.

“You’re back” You give her a small smile while blinking the sleep away. “How are you feeling?” She asks. You love how soothing her voice is, serene at all times. “I have a headache and I don’t feel well.” You whine while tears start falling. Embarrassed that you're breaking down over a hangover, you cover your face with both of your hands. “You have to get up and walk around at least. I picked up some stuff for you, let’s go.” You shake your head no, reminding her of how stubborn you are.

Pakunoda starts to caress you slowly. Starting at the back of your neck, down your back and then back up. Her touch takes your mind off of the headache that’s still tormenting you. Soon, you find yourself perking your ass up each time she rubs over your lower back. She smirks to herself. The way you’re needy even in this state is amusing to her. She gets up from the bed and you huff at the loss of touch. You can hear clothes drop to the floor and when you look over, Paku is fully stripped. “How about this? I'll cater to you here and then you'll get up and let me take proper care of you.” Her arms are folded underneath her breast and you can’t decline anything she offers you like this. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You hadn’t even answered her back, too busy in awe at how stunning she looks.

You sit up and watch as Pakunoda makes her way towards you. Her beauty is like no other being you’ve ever laid your eyes on, and she would easily say the same thing about you. She gets on the bed, making her way to sit between your legs. Her eyes scan over your body, taking in your perfect features. She leans forward and cages you between her arms, peppering kisses on your face. Looking at you tenderly, she whispers, “Just lay back and enjoy.”

Paku pushes you down by your shoulders gently. Bringing one of her hands between your legs, she swirls your clit a few times before swiping over your heat. You’re already wet, and she begins to pump into you with two digits. You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you and placing open mouth kisses on her lips. She parts them for you, letting her tongue intertwine with yours passionately. Her two fingers are still exploring you when she begins to circle her thumb around your swollen bud. She’s pressed so closely to you that her breast are rubbing against yours. The sensation of both your nipples touching makes you both mewl.

Pakunoda breaks off the kiss and positions her face between your legs. She pulls you as close to her as she can and wraps her arms around your thighs so you can’t move. Her mouth goes straight for your heat, lapping up your juices and bringing her tongue to suck on your clit. Her pace is slow, making sure that she doesn't overstimulate you so soon. Your hands find their way to tangle in her hair, pulling her even closer whenever you want her to apply more pressure. Hangover long forgotten at the moment, you buck your hips up against her, addicted to how well she knows your body. Paku moans against your wet folds, making vibrations course up your spine. She sticks her tongue in and out of your core and you roll your hips for her to reach deeper. Your moans are turning more high pitched, orgasm threatening to hit any second now. Paku’s hands find their way to your nipples, twirling them between her fingers. Bringing her mouth back up to your clit, your hands grip the sheets tightly when her tongue applies more force. You can hear the wet noises of your cunt soaking her face, and seeing her between your legs is a sight you won't ever forget. You unhook your legs from around her shoulders, using your feet to lift your hips up away from her mouth because the stimulation is too much. She gets up from laying on her stomach, hands holding your pussy up in the air by your thighs. Wrapping your legs around her shoulders once again, she locks you in place before sliding her tongue up and down your sex. You're silly to think you were getting away from her by lifting your bottom half up, only for her to follow you and keep you exactly where you inched up to. She’s licking your juices as if it’s her salvation. Her grip on you is like iron, and being pressed so tight to her makes the coil in your stomach snap, orgasm hitting you all at once. Paku stops lapping at your cunt, giving you time to come down from your high. Placing kisses to your slick folds, she untangles your legs from around her.

You should’ve known your girlfriend wouldn’t let you off easy. Sure, she’s going to take care of you after this. She knows a cure for each of your problems and nobody else can compare to how nurturing she is. With a smirk on her face she says, “I’m sorry sweetie, but this time the irresponsible decisions you made will cost you another orgasm.” Paku folds your legs back against your shoulders. Your pretty pussy glistening, she lines her sex up with yours and begins to grind against you. You stay perfectly still, resting your hands above hers where she’s holding you by back of your knees to keep you in place. Your delicate clit rubbing against hers is intoxicating. Paku moans while sliding from the top of your slit all the way down. You can feel your stomach beginning to tighten again and reach for her breasts. Kneading her soft skin, you pinch her perky nipples between your fingers. Her breasts are so sensitive that this always drives her crazy. She starts to roll her hips slower, trying to savor the feeling of your folds brushing against hers. You see strands her hair sticking to her forehead, your essence coating her chin and the way she comes undone with each grind of her hips. Her determination to make you cum a second time is endearing. A few more ruts against you and your orgasm washes over in waves of ecstasy. Pakunoda feels you clenching beneath her, the added slick coating her sex. You rock your hips upwards, desperate to send her over the edge. She lifts herself up, bobbing her clit against yours gently. Hearing your soaking folds intermingle together and the way you're playing with her nipples sends her over the moon. Suddenly all of the sensations become too much and her orgasm reaches its pinnacle. She continues to sway against you, legs shaking and cunt twitching. Within a few moments she releases you from her grasp afterwards and lays down beside you.

Both of your chests rise and fall while trying to regain composure. You reach your hand out to find hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Paku, can I ask you something?” You whisper between breaths, exhaustion evident in your tone. “Of course.” She responds, turning over to face you and placing a hand on your stomach. “Did you bring my favorite soup? You know.. the one you always get me when I’m hungover?” She giggles at your question before answering. “Yes I did. I’m going to go put it to warm it up on the stove. Can you get the shower started for us? When we get out you can have your soup.”

After putting your food to heat up, Pakunoda joins you in the shower. She washes you off and you make sure to return the favor. Bringing you into a hug, she lets the shower water run over your body while you bury your face in her neck. After the shower, Paku serves you a bowl of soup with crackers and the rest of your night is spent watching movies and drinking tea.

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Essays in Existentialism: Kiwi 12

Previously on Kiwi

For three days the world was rampant with news of Lexa and Costia. It was a hot topic for speculation and Lexa realized she hadn’t missed that aspect of dating, nor did she truly crave that kind of pressure or notice any longer. It was pure distraction, and it could not end soon enough. 

The reunion had its desired effect on the world. There were pictures that rolled all over the universe, or so it seemed, with headlines proclaiming all sorts of wild stories and theories as to the reason the bad girl model turned actress was seen paling around, post-show, with reformed and enjoying a successful third album world tour rock star. They hypothesized about the lost love and the rekindling, the cheating that might have happened, the whole entire thing. Two very distinct sections of the internet went bonkers for the pictures and news and fourth-hand accounts of their five minutes together in public since the break up. 

Lexa hated all of it, but bore it because she was now someone who did good things or at least tried to do good things, even if she didn’t like those things. Costia needed it, Indra asked her, and so Lexa stuck to the line that they were just friends and didn’t answer any other questions. It was easier that way. 

None of it mattered Lexa was too happy, feeling too good despite the normal trials and tribulations of the tour, and counting down the days until she would get unrestricted access to her girlfriend, her real girlfriend, her true and honest girlfriend who was currently squatting in her apartment back home. 

So she ignored the tabloids and tried to focus, ticking off the days and existing as far away from Costia as she humanly could. 

Even though there was a lot to get done for the show, even though there was a lot to run through and she should have hung around and helped her sister, Lexa was basically useless and dismissed relatively early in the day. She’d warned Clarke that she would have to send a car to get her, but there was suddenly free time. 

Practically vibrating, Lexa tugged her baseball cap lower and adjusted her glasses. Nervously, she looked around and tried to blend in as much as possible as she anxiously awaited her girlfriend’s arrival. As far as she was concerned, she was absolutely being an amazing girlfriend. The best perhaps. And everything was falling into place in a way that she hadn’t expected or ever truly experienced. 

Lexa saw Clarke before Clarke saw her, and she felt her heart sip a little. It wasn’t supposed to do things like that, and for an instant she was slightly annoyed that she was falling. It was a rare thing to have a moment to look at the girl with pretty lips without her knowing, but Lexa gave herself a few moments. And Clarke looked at her phone and smiled before Lexa felt her own vibrate. 

I made it! I’m going to see you soon! Prepare yourself.

From a reasonable distance, Lexa followed along as Clarke moved to pick up her luggage, carefully apologizing for pumping into someone, smiling warmly at someone else. 

And what should I prepare for?

It might have been slightly voyeuristic, but Lexa didn’t care. She was so used to being the one who was watched, that this felt rewarding in many ways. She would have never gotten to see the view of her girlfriend grinning at her phone and debating what to write, the casual glance around, as if someone was going to know or read it over her shoulder. 

Me, your exceptionally horny and understanding and downright magical girlfriend. 

When she got her bag and moved toward the exit, looking around for the ride that was promised, Lexa finally gave up her watching. 

Bring it on, Griffin. Look at the car rental place behind you.

It took a few seconds for it to register, but Clarke turned around and searched before meeting Lexa’s eyes, hidden as they were behind glasses and beneath a ball cap. And though she felt her, the pull and the need to close the gap as quickly as possible, Clarke stared at her girlfriend and smiled, relieved and surprised and happy. 

XXXXXXXXXX

“I missed you,” Lexa whispered. 

“Did you?” 

There wasn’t a wasted moment or movement. Lexa pushed forward until Clarke was pressed against the wall in the hotel room. She smiled, hovering near her lips, hesitating, teasing, waiting until she couldn’t wait again. Hands moved up from hips and Clarke moaned at the contact of lips on neck. 

It was the closeness that did it-- the unwavering feeling of another body and hands gripping into muscles despite already being closer than close. Lexa liked that Clarke clung, that she grabbed and dug her nails into skin and her legs wrapped around hips. She was unable to lie with her movements. She liked the feeling of being needed so innately. 

“You just popped into my life with a swipe and now I think about you a lot,” Lexa explained. “You made me someone who misses someone.” 

“I’m a terrible influence.” 

“You really are,” she agreed eagerly, kissing the girl in her arms once again before stumbling them toward the bed. 

With a flop, they landed and Lexa made quick work of pressing into Clarke’s hips, spreading her legs even more. 

“Can we do the slow and intimate after. I just--”

Hips canted and Lexa smiled down at the girl wiggling beneath her, cheeks flushed and hands gripping and pulling and tugging. 

“What do you need?” she murmured, dipping her head to kiss her jaw and neck again. 

“Lexa... “ It was somewhere between a whine and a command. 

“Tell me.” 

“Please.” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

XXXXXXXXXXX

Spent and sweaty, sprawled across the bed with arms wide and sheets tangled, Lexa sighed and ran her hand along her stomach. Clarke was in love with her knees and the point of her ankles. She was in love with the way her gangly limbs seemed to stretch and tangle themselves everywhere. And sometimes, without even meaning to, Clarke fell in love with all of those parts at one time and it was simultaneously soothing and overwhelming, leaving her startled and warm. 

All within one body, she saw so many contradictions and in that, an overwhelming kind of affection that Clarke hadn’t experienced before with anyone. From her spot between Lexa’s legs, her ear pressed against her thigh, Clarke thought about it more than she ever had before, because she was across the world and it’d been nearly a year, and there was nothing more terrifying than realizing you were in love with something like the wind. With a sigh, Clarke kissed Lexa’s thigh before lifting her head and slouching her way toward her hip. Lexa took a deep breath and held it as she shifted, stretching and adjusting, compensating for Clarke’s movement. The ink on her ribs moved and shifted on the skin there. Clarke kissed her stomach, kissed the giggle that came at the base of her rib cage an instant later. 

With a tiny smile, Clarke pressed her face into Lexa’s stomach and blanketed her hip. She ran her fingertips along the soft skin of her breast, over her nipple. Clarke fell in love with the sound of her lungs when she breathed and she fell in love with the piano keys of her ribs and she was surely in love with the slant of her wrist and elbow and shoulders. 

Not one thing existed-- the world was not at all composed at all of anything other than the bed and the night and the two bodies. Lexa’s fingers slowly tapped a rhythm on her own chest while her other hand swirled through Clarke’s messy hair. 

Sometimes it was too much; all of the feelings and such, and Clarke didn’t know how to explain or feel them or say anything. Words didn’t seem needed in the moment. And so she lifted herself once again and slithered lower until she could taste Lexa again, because she desperately needed to communicate and she needed to express, and she had no way to do it other than to make Lexa arch and grip the sheets and swear. It only made it worse, that Lexa gave all of herself over. But Clarke was in love with a live wire, and she knew that sometimes. 

When all tension that had been worked into her muscles left in an instant despite Clarke’s desire to prolong it, and the body in the sheets was once again pliant and spent, Clarke laid once more on her thigh and kissed her there before closing her eyes and listening to Lexa catch her breath. 

It was possible to fall in love with a moment, and it was possible to fall in love with a dream-- what Clarke wasn’t sure of, was if it was possible to fall in love with a person who navigated through those moments and those dreams. She wanted to reason her way out of whatever it was that was plaguing her, but deep down she knew that it wasn’t something she could do, and she was presently stuck with it. The only choices left were to nurture it and let it grow or ignore it and let it strangle her. 

“I missed you, too,” Clarke whispered. 

XXXXXXXXXX

“Wake up please. I want to go look at castles.” 

Clarke groaned in complaint before yawning into the pillow. A body settled near her, sitting on the edge of the bed as it rustled this way and that. The sleeping girl pushed the hair out of her face and watched as the rockstar typed on her phone before tossing it on the desk and pulling her shirt over her head. 

There was a tray of fruit, coffee, and scones on the table, and lit in the morning sun from the window, a shirtless girl ate a strawberry and surveyed the land outside before turning back toward the bed. 

Clarke just smiled and grabbed her phone before groaning once again at the time, enjoying the smile it garnered from her girlfriend. It was still early. Too early. 

“Did you already work out?” 

“Sure did. Ordered us breakfast, too. Already checked in with Anya and Indra for the day, and returned a few emails.” 

“Are you always like this?” 

“What?” Lexa asked, flexing slightly in the mirror before taking a sip of her coffee. 

“So perky in the morning?” 

“Honestly, just when you’re here. You’re a good reason to want to get stuff done. I want to waste a whole day with you.” 

“You left me alone in bed though.” 

“Yeah, or else I wouldn’t have gotten anything done. Can we go see some castles now? I’m very excited. I’ve been waiting til you got here.” 

“Can we shower first?” 

“I guess. If we must.” But Lexa didn’t move. She sat and began her breakfast. “I got your coffee ready, darling.”

Only then did Clarke find it incentive enough to heave herself out of bed. She wrapped the sheet around herself and moved toward the table, careful to lean down to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek then neck then shoulder as she did. 

“Are we going to grab dinner before your show tonight?” 

“Definitely. Anya has already picked out a spot. I thought tomorrow we could grab something just us. I mean… the weather is going to be nice. I found a place-- It’s already set. You’re fed for the next two days at least.” 

“Good. Because I broke down and bought very unhealthy food to contaminate your kitchen and I need proper sustenance.”

“You’re a growing girl.” 

“Exactly.” 

XXXXXXXXXX

“You really like castles.” 

“They’re so cool. I feel a bit like I’m in a Jane Austen book or something.” 

There was always a surprise with Lexa, and Clarke wished she could predict it, or at least figure out a way to be less blown over when Lexa said things like enjoying Jane Austen books and still, as a full adult, dreaming about owning a castle.

“I can barely fathom squatting in your loft let alone, so please don’t go buying a castle anytime soon.” 

Goofy and happy, Lexa smiled and shook her head, carefully slinging her arm over Clarke’s shoulder as they perused. 

“I try to read a book by an author from every country I visit. I made myself read Emma, and I’ve been a bit of a castle fan ever since. It was genuinely the funniest thing I’ve read in a long time.” 

“And what are you reading now?” Clarke asked as they walked along a rather drizzly path along the grounds with the other tourists. 

“I went with something called The Guts, about rock music and junk. I’m a cliché.” 

“You never told me you were a big reader.” 

“I don’t like to advertise it too much.” 

“God forbid people think you’re clever,” Clarke rolled her eyes and teased, earning a kiss on her temple. 

“I don’t know if you know this or not,” Lexa chuckled. “But I’m a high school drop out.” 

“You’re--”

Aimlessly walking and enjoying the mildly warm day despite the spitting rain, the pair was interrupted by the growing murmurs of people noticing. Clarke felt Lexa’s arm tighten slightly on her shoulders, guiding her away from someone else. 

“This is going to happen, huh?” Clarke sighed. “And we were having such a good time.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“If you weren’t so damn good looking and you know, sang those songs, and gyrated your hips a little less…” 

Lexa burst out into a laugh, unable to contain it. The cameras caught it, snapping pictures and documenting every move. For most of it, Clarke forgot to be too nervous. She couldn’t be completely distracted from the people following and stealing their moment, but Lexa did her best and it worked in its own way. 

On the way back to the hotel to get ready for dinner, Clarke scrolled through her phone while Lexa chatted with some friends on a scheduled call. She paused when she recognized herself and Lexa from just a few hours ago, paired with the picture Lexa posted of the two of them on her account. There were a lot of comments about them, speculation about who she was, linking to the previous pictures. 

For the moment, Clarke felt her heart race and her cheeks blush. She wasn’t sure what to say, or what to do or what to feel about it all. Suddenly, the privacy of a castle didn’t seem like a terrible life. 

XXXXXXXXX

There was something fantastic about a concert behind the scenes. There was something absolutely magical about watching Lexa onstage that simultaneously made the incident with the cameras seem better and worse. 

But for a while, it was gone and Clarke was infatuated with the girl on stage who had twenty thousand people hanging on her every word and song. During a song, Lexa looked over and winked and Clarke was certain that there was nothing better. 

Fingers moving up and down the guitar frets, Lexa leaned into the microphone and sang to her heart's content. She turned and looked at Anya and smiled. She moved and danced with the rest of the band. She chatted up the crowd, holding them in the palm of her hand, keeping them hooked. An entire stadium sang back her own words to her, and Clarke was in awe of the whole display. She wondered if the amazement would ever go away, or if she was doomed to be bowled over by Lexa every other night. 

Slightly sweaty and still high from her show, the lights went black and Lexa appeared close to Clarke, earning a hug. 

“You looked good out there, Woods.” 

“She never does this well,” Anya teased. “We should bring you along more often.” 

“I didn’t do anything special,” Lexa disagreed, enjoying the kisses she received. 

The crowd chanted and begged for more and Clarke knew what was going to happen. She saw Lexa soak it up a little bit more. She enjoyed the mood and the contagious feeling of it all. 

“I have to go back out there for a bit longer. You good?” 

Earnest and eager, Lexa waited for Clarke’s answer and nod. If Clarke would have said no, she knew that Lexa wouldn’t have gone back out, and that was something. So Clarke hugged her once more. 

“I guess I’ll chant your name later,” she whispered. 

She expected a smile or maybe a moan, or something inherently Lexa as a reaction to a comment like that-- something cocky and interested all at once. Instad, Clarke earned Lexa’s eyes and a very set jaw. 

“I need you to understand what I mean when I say this,” Lexa insisted, her forehead pressed against Clarke’s, the rest of the band already taking the stage for the encore. “I've come here to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours.”

She hadn’t meant to hear the words, and she certainly hadn’t expected such brutal honesty in such a sweaty and loud and public moment. Still pressed together tightly, Clarke felt a tear roll down her cheek because she was completely blindsided by such a confession. 

“I understand,” Clarke nodded. 

Lexa smiled and Clarke knew only because her cheeks crinkled near her eyes. The music started, but Lexa wouldn’t move. Clarke tapped her thumbs against her girlfriend’s chest. 

“You should go finish work.” 

“I should. Chanting my name, huh?” 

Lexa kissed Clarke quickly and disappeared back on stage before she could answer. 

NEXT

[hopelikethemoon]

Miami (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Miami  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3500 Warnings: Smut (nipple play, biting/marking, rough sex, dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, two different positions) and Fluff.   Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in January 1994. Summary: Reader and Javier christen their new condo. 

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“I think that’s the last of it,” You called out as you sat the giant box of diapers on the kitchen counter. “One of us is going to have to take the van back to the rental place tomorrow.”

Javier wandered down the hallway, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he answered you, “I’ll handle it baby, don’t worry.”

“Thanks,” You said with a soft smile as you turned around to face him. “I see you’ve made yourself at home.” You teased lightly, brows raising upwards as your eyes raked over his bare chest, down to his bare feet. 

He chuckled, scrubbing at his teeth for a moment. “I’ll be right back.” Javier offered, before he ducked back down the hallway to the bathroom. 

You moved towards the sofa, flopping down and propping your feet up on the coffee table in front of you. Your gaze flickered around the condo — trying to imagine the life the three of you would have in this space. 

Sure, Javier had moved into your apartment in Colombia — but it wasn’t the same as having a place that was yours together. This place was actually your home now. 

“You wanna go with me to pick out the new car?” Javier questioned as he joined you on the sofa, reaching over to take your hand. 

“Josie and I will stay here and get things unpacked.” You told him, interlacing your fingers with him. “It’s just the three of us.” You reminded him. 

He nodded, lifting your hand to his lips. “You liked that Tarus didn’t you?”

“Better than that fucking minivan.” You scoffed as you leaned towards him. 

“Not looking to embrace the soccer mom look?” Javier teased as he slid his arm behind your back, fingers curling around your waist as he pulled you in close to him. 

You feigned seriousness as you turned in his arms, hands cupping his cheeks. “If I become a soccer mom, I want you to smother me in my sleep. Do it. It’ll be a mercy killing.”

A grin spread over his features as he laughed. Javier squeezed your side as he pulled you towards him. “I don’t know, baby… I think you could pull the look off.” 

You pressed one knee into the cushion beside him as you moved to straddle him. “Is that what you want, Javi?” You curled your hand around the back of his head, raking your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t take that as your type.” 

Javier ran his hands up your back, tilting his head so he could brush his lips over yours. “If it’s you, then I’m into it, baby.” 

“Yeah?” You questioned, unable to stop the grin that spread across your lips as you looked down at him. You played your fingers through his hair, fluffing the hair that fell across his forehead. “What if I get old?”

He met your eyes, his hands sliding down to settle at your hips. “Kinda hoping we both do.” Javier pressed kisses to the corners of your lips, before he kissed you once more. 

It was easy for you to know that he wanted a future with you, but it wasn’t always easy to believe him. But sometimes he said things like that — or even something as simple as just talking about the future — and it made your heart do somersaults. Because that’s what you wanted too. You wanted a future with him. 

You curled your fingers around the back of his neck as you leaned down, deepening the kiss. Your tongue slid over his bottom lip, before thrusting into his mouth to play over his. A moan rose up in the back of your throat as Javier moved beneath you, the hands at your hips guiding you so you were sitting atop his hardened cock. 

You ran your free hand down the center of his chest until you reached the line of dark hair that dipped lower beneath the waistband of his sleep pants. You drew back from the kiss, meeting his gaze as you scooted back on his lap. “What’s all this for?” You asked him as you reached down and ghosted your fingers over the outline of his cock. “It was the thought of me as a soccer mom, wasn’t it?”

Javier sank back against the sofa, pushing his fingers through his hair with a ragged laugh. “It’s been a long week.” He quipped, his eyes flickering downwards to where your hand was resting over his cock. 

“You mean our quickie in the shower last week wasn’t enough for you?” You grinned at him. Between staying in a hotel room with Josie in San Antonio, to spending Christmas with his father in Laredo — there hadn’t been a lot of alone time. The shower only happened because Chucho took Josie with him to look at the horses in the pasture near the house and Javier was quick to seize the opportunity to join you in the shower. 

Javier snorted a short laugh, shaking his head. “Baby, I’m already looking around this place picturing all the ways I plan on having you.”

A spike of desire shot through you. “Care to share with the class, Javi?” You questioned as you leaned forward to cup his cheek, stealing another kiss. 

You trailed your mouth down the column of his throat, sucking lightly at his pulse point. 

Javier tangled his fingers in your hair, grip tightening as you kissed lower, your tongue dipping out against his collarbone. “Baby, that kitchen island’s the perfect height to eat your pussy for hours.”

A quiet moan slipped past your lips as you moved lower stil. You slid your hand up from his rib, over his pec — your thumb circling his nipple slowly. “I like the sound of that.” You breathed out, replacing your finger with your tongue. You circled it around the nub, before dragging your flattened tongue over it.

Javier’s bucked beneath you in response, tugging sharply at your hair. Which only sought to fuel you. “Fuck, baby.”

“Tell me more, Javi.” You urged, nipping lightly at the flesh beside his nipple. 

He groaned, “Fuck. Okay.” Javier loosened his hold on your hair. “In the bedroom. I’m gonna fuck that perfect little ass of yours over the side of the bed.”

You palmed at his cock gently as your teeth pressed a little hard into the flesh around his nipple, before soothing the reddened skin with your tongue. “Do you like that?” You questioned, brushing your lips over the center of his chest before you sat back to look at him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded. “Fuck yes.” Javier told you, his fingers slipping under the hem of your tank, dragging the fabric up slowly. 

You swatted his hands away so you could pull your tank top off, before you took hold of his hands and brought them to your breasts. “Gentle.” You warned him. Javier carefully brushed his thumbs over your nipples as he leaned forward to kiss each swell, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. 

You shifted your hips forward in his lap so you were sitting astride his cock once more. You could feel the rigid outline of it pressing up against your cunt through the fabric of his pants and your own. You were already slick, your underwear clinging to your folds. The texture of them provided minimal relief as you rocked against him, seeking friction. 

“I fucking love your tits, baby.” Javier drawled out as he palmed them carefully, leaving open-mouthed kisses over them. 

“I had no idea,” You intoned, raking your fingers through his hair. “I bet your cock would look good between them.” 

Javier bit down not-so-gently on the side of your breast and you could hardly control the moan that rose up in the back of your throat and slipped past your lips. You let your head fall back, hips rutting down against his cock. “Javier.” 

His hands slid downwards, grabbing at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. “Baby—”

“Two can play that game,” You warned him, tugging at his hair sharply to drag his mouth away from your breasts. You met his darkened gaze with a lust filled look of your own, before you dipped down and caught the soft skin beside his nipple between your teeth. Instead of pulling back, you scraped your teeth roughly over his skin, leaving red marks in your rake. 

You reached down, slipping your hand into his sleep pants to grasp at his cock. His hips bucked upwards, a groan rattling from his chest as you pumped your fist over the length of him “Look how hard you are, Javi.” You taunted, sweeping your thumb over the head of his cock. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to sleep next to you every night, feeling this pressed against my ass.” 

Javier groaned, palming at your ass through your shorts as he sank back against the sofa. His breathing was labored, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as you stroked his cock. “It’s been driving me crazy.” 

“You think it was easy for me?” Javier questioned, his voice rough with a desire that matched the heated look in his eyes. “I’m hooked on you, baby.” He leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss as he grabbed your hands and pulled them away from his cock. 

“Tell me.” You mumbled against his lips, your fingers sinking into his hair. “I wanna hear you.” 

“Thought about waking you up with my head between your thighs. My lips wrapped around your clit.” He breathed out, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke. “But you’re so fucking loud, baby. You don’t stop with those little breathy moans.” 

“Not my fault your mouth feels so good.” You told him, rolling your hips downwards — but there was nothing to grind against. “You should take it as a compliment.”

“Oh, I do.” He smirked, before he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. 

You groaned, eyes falling closed as you grabbed at his shoulders for support. “Let me get up.” You urged, sucking on your bottom lip as he released it. You had a feeling you’d both be wearing your fair share of marks tomorrow. And you were living for it. 

He could go pick up the new car tomorrow looking like the picture of suburbia, while he wore bite marks all around his nipples. The picture of perfection in your book. 

Javier released his hold on you, letting you climb off his lap. “Hope you’re coming back.” He drawled out as he reached down and stroked his cock. 

“I don’t know.” You said coyly with a shrug of your shoulders. “Might finish unpacking.” You took a few steps backwards, sliding your hands up your stomach, before you cupped your breasts. You had Javier’s full and complete attention and you loved it. 

You turned away from him then, hooking your fingers in the waistband of your shorts and sliding them off your hips. You kicked them aside, walking forward towards one of the tall packing boxes sitting by what would eventually become your TV cabinet. 

“Baby, you should take those off too.” He drawled out from the sofa. You could feel his eyes on you as you bent forward, opening up one of the boxes and looking in it. You arched your back just right, making sure he could see the way your arousal had damped the crotch of your underwear. 

Javier groaned and you smirked to yourself. “You gonna come before I’m back over there, Javi?” You questioned, throwing a look over your shoulder, watching his fingers work over the length of his cock. “Then I’d have to take care of myself.” 

“Get your ass back over here,” He ordered and something about his tone made the heat between your thighs burn even hotter. 

“Or?” Your hands went to your hips as you turned around to face him. 

“Now.” Javier said firmly as he pulled his sleep pants and boxers off, kicking them aside on the floor. 

“So bossy.” You snorted, shaking your head. Despite your sassy remark, you returned to him, standing in between his legs. 

“And you love it.”

“I do. Just like you love it from me.” You retorted with a grin as you looked down at him. He scooted to the edge of the sofa, his hands sliding up your thighs to your hips. 

Javier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your stomach just below your navel as he peeled your underwear down your legs. 

You pushed your fingers through his hair, sliding down to cradle the back of his neck as he kissed lower. He slid his hand in between your thighs, fingers gently parting your slick folds. 

“Javi.”

“Baby, you’re practically dripping for me.” Javier rasped out, all but cupping his palm over your cunt as he worked his middle finger into you. He curled it slowly, dragging it right over that sweet spot within you. 

“Fuck!” You shouted quietly, grabbing at his shoulder for support as your knees threatened to give out on you. 

Javier’s grip tightened at your hip, “You gotta be quiet, baby. We don’t want Josie waking up.” He warned you, holding your gaze as he pressed his finger against that sweet spot again, making your cunt clench around his finger. 

“Please.” You app but whined, rolling your hips downwards, trying to get him to give you more. Instead he withdrew his finger, giving you a gentle pat before he sat back on the sofa and grinned up at you. 

“C’mere.” He drawled out, lifting his fingers to his lips and sucking your arousal off of them. 

You moved to straddle his lap again, legs folded on either side of him as your mouth descended upon him. You greedily left hickies along his collarbone, teeth scraping over his chest above his nipple. 

Javier ran his hands up the length of your spine, fingers sinking into your hair as he pulled at it roughly to guide you back so he could meet your eyes. “You trying to make a point, baby? Trying to leave your mark on me?”

You flashed him a crooked grin, “I want to make sure it’s clear who you belong to, Javi.” You whispered. There was raw honesty in that statement. 

“I’m all yours.” He promised you, guiding you towards him for a kiss. 

You curled your arm around the back of his neck, as you rose up on your knees. 

He followed your lead, reaching beneath you to hold his cock steady as you shifted your hips and slowly sank down onto him. Your inner walls fluttered around him as each inch filled you up. 

“Javi,” You whispered, brushing your nose against his as you rolled your hips downwards, grinding against him. Your fingers played over his cheekbones, holding his gaze as you spoke. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Javier repeated without hesitation, his hands encircling your hips. 

It was still surreal. To love him and to have his love in return. And to know, despite your doubts, that he was right where he wanted to be. With you and Josie in fucking Miami. 

This was home — right here. 

Javier brushed his fingers over the mark he’d left on the soft flesh of your breast when he’d bit you, his brows drawn together as you arched your back and leaned backwards. 

You used the new angle to lift up slightly, just enough to allow you to sink back down onto him. “You feel so good, Javi. Gotta say I love your cock too.” You smirked at him, clenching around him as you rolled downwards again. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Javier mumbled, his eyes raking over the bare expanse of skin on display for him, his hand sliding down over your lower belly. “You take my cock so well.”

His hand moved lower, fingers teasing your sensitive folds where his cock was splitting you open. “Look at you.”

You lifted up on your knees until his cock nearly slipped from you. You kept just the tip of you buried within you, clenching around it, before you sank back down — letting the full length of him fill you. 

“Fuck.” You hissed out as you rocked your hips, grinding down against him. You leaned down, dragging your tongue over the marks you’d left from his throat down to his collarbone. You ran your hands over his chest, tracing over the red marks you’d left against his tan skin. 

Leaning forward, you cupped his jaw with one hand and kissed him soundly as you scraped your nail over his nipple. It got the exact response you were hoping for. He grunted against your lips and shuttered beneath you as he grabbed at your ass, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. 

“You like that?” You mumbled against his lips, kissing him again as you repeated the action. The way he rocked his hips upwards, driving himself into you made your desire spike through you. You clenched around him, your body slowly working towards the precipice of a release. 

“Don’t… stop.” Javier managed to get out. You broke away from the kiss, trailing your mouth down his neck, your tongue soothing over his nipple. “That’s it, baby.” He breathed out, fingers sinking into your hair as you dragged your teeth over his chest, turning your attention to the other nipple then.

You scraped your nails down over his stomach, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest as you drew back. You brushed your fingers over his neck playing your thumb over a mark forming at the hollow of his throat. “I need more.” 

Javier gave a stiff nod, giving your ass a playful swat before he rocked his hips beneath you. “Get up and turn around.” 

You curled your hand around the back of his neck, leaning in to steal another kiss, before you reluctantly climbed out of his lap. Instantly missing the feel of his cock buried within you. 

“Bend over.” He told you as you rose to his feet behind you. You bit down on your bottom lip, brushing your hair to the side as you leaned forward and braced yourself on the coffee table in front of you. 

“Wish you could see yourself, baby.” Javier drawled out, reaching down to stroke his fingers over your cunt. He ran his other hand over your lower back, sliding it down to grasp at your hip firmly. “Is this what you needed? Did you need me to fuck you?”

You bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood in a vain attempt to keep from crying out as he slowly pressed into you. He was slow at first, sinking in inch-by-inch, before he slammed forward in one swift thrust. 

Javier gripped at your hips, holding you steady as he set the pace. His cock barely slipped from you before he was driving back into you. “You feel so…” A guttural sound rose up in the back of his throat as he bottomed out, your body starting to flutter around him as you perched on the edge of your release. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” 

His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you back towards his chest as he kept driving into you. Javier’s breath was hot against the back of your neck, your name on his tongue as he reached downwards and teased at your clit.

That was all it took to set you off. You gave a strangled cry as you came apart, intimately aware of the way you felt yourself practically gush around his cock as he continued to slam into you. He was seconds behind you, fingers tight at your hip as you felt his cock throb as he spilled within you. 

A quiet keening sound escaped you as he kept rolling his hips, dragging out your release until neither of you could stay upright any longer. He curled his arm around your stomach, pulling you down into his lap as he sank back onto the sofa. 

“I think,” You started, drawing in a shaky breath. “We’ve thoroughly broken in this spot.”

Javier chuckled heartily, nuzzling at the crook of your neck. “But we haven’t broken in the sofa yet.” 

“Touché.” You laughed quietly, letting him turn your jaw so he could kiss you. The angle was all wrong, but kissing him was very right. “Hey, Javi—”

“Yeah?” He questioned, trailing his hands over the tops of your thighs slowly. 

“I loved my apartment in Colombia. I loved when you moved in, but…” You turned your head and pressed your forehead against his cheek. “I think we’re home.” 

Javier curled his arms around your middle, “I know I’m home.” 

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 9

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A/N: I linked the outfit in case you’re interested.

Summary: Fred has a game in Toronto so he visits as your due date arrives. You get to meet some of his former teammates and make a decision on your future,

Warnings: Smut, swearing, soft Freddie, oral sex

Word Count: 2,985

November 3, 2021 

 Fred left shortly after breakfast that day. You have sent some messages back and forth and exchanged phone calls once sometimes twice a week. Neither of you have discussed what you thought happened in Denmark, making you think you imagined it. 

He hasn’t brought back up the idea of you moving to Pittsburgh after the baby is born. It would be easier, and during road trips you could fly back to Toronto if you wanted to see friends/family. It would be good for both Fred and your son to have that time early on to bond. But if you do, how long will you go? What if he meets someone and wants to take her on a date, hearing he lives with the woman he got pregnant might be a hard thing for someone to understand. If the situation was reversed you wouldn’t go on a date knowing that, it’s a complicated situation.  

And even if you do go there for the entire leave which could be 18 months if you chose, what happens after that. You have a 1 ½ year old, he can’t fly alone. So you go back to Toronto and still have to constantly fly to Pittsburgh and back during the season. By going to Pittsburgh you aren’t solving any problems, just postponing them, and creating some new ones. 

The season has started, and Pittsburgh is playing the Leafs on the 4th. Fred got permission to fly out the morning of the 3rd and miss the practice to spend time with you. You open the door, to see him in a dark peacoat, grey plaid scarf and toque. He steps in and takes his coat off, you see his tight and toned upper body in a light long sleeve shirt, your breath hitches.  

“Wow you look amazing" he says placing his hand on your stomach. So do you, you think to yourself

“Really? You’re lying? I look like a whale. Everything is sore. My back, legs, feet. Oh my feet are so sore.” 

He smiles and leans down putting his arms under your leg and behind your back, lifting you up as he walks to the couch.

“I’m not lying you look amazing” he says setting you down gently and begins rubbing your feet. “Ohhh" you moan, Fred's eye brow lifts.  

“You don’t see me for 2 months, I hardly touch you and basically have you coming undone.” 

“Pregnancy makes my sex drive crazy, but it also makes everything sensitive. Told you it’s like everything is heightened, all the time.” 

“I think I’m just that good.” 

You laugh as he keeps massaging your feet, applying light pressure to the ball of your feet. “So how are you, apart from sore, how are you actually doing?” 

“Unbelievably stressed. I don’t think I’m close to ready for him, I don’t have any furniture at the other apartment, the movers are coming soon. And I’m due in 14 days so I’m stressed. And there is just questions of the future, having a baby with someone who lives in a different country isn’t the most ideal. How are you doing?” 

“I mean I’m stressed too, a lot going on, a lot to think about. New team and expectations is stressful enough. But I have something planned for today that I think will help both of us.” He grabs your hand and you head down the elevator. He leads you to a rental car, opening the door and helping you in. 

He pulls up to a spa and you look at him. “You have mentioned being sore a few times on the phone, so I thought a pregnancy massage could help. So I booked us a couple massage.”  

“Wow that’s amazing Fred, thanks “  

You walk in the door and they lead you to a private change room. You strip down completely except your panties and place the plush white robe on your body. When you’re done you open the door and enter the treatment room, where Fred is already sitting on his table in his boxers, his robe hanging on a hook. He walks over to you, taking your robe and hanging it beside his. You turn around to head to the bed and his hand reaches out to touch your stomach, he begins stroking it his thumb grazing your nipple sending a sensation down to your core.

“You look stunning, pregnancy suits you” he leans down to kiss your cheek. A smile comes across your face as he takes his hand off and helps you into the table before walking over to his table. You watch him as he walks over to his table, his boxers are tight on his ass, resting part way up his large thighs. You feel wetness pool staring at his muscular back while he climbs into the bed.

You both get a 90 min massage, and it was exactly what you needed, with you dozing off for part of it. 

You return back to your apartment when Fred speaks up. “So some of the guys on the Leafs invited me for dinner, was wondering if you wanted to come. They are super nice, and have a chef coming to make dinner.” 

You are hesitant not wanting to impose, but Fred convinces you to meet his friends. You shower and stare into your closet. You have some nice outfits, but most of your maternity wear consisted of leggings and sweater dresses. Your clothes mostly focussed around comfort and warmth. You finally settle on a pair of maternity jeans, with a white long sleeve shirt. You complete the look with some beige booties and a plaid wrap. You and Fred arrive at Fred’s old apartment building, your soon to be new apartment building. This time he leads you to the 41st floor. The door opens and Auston Matthews is on the other side, the two briefly hug before Fred is practically knocked over by a bernadoodle. “Hey I’m (Y/N)” you say as you step in. 

“I’m Auston, this is Mitch and his girlfriend Steph he says pointing to them. And that guy is Felix.” You reach down to pet Felix as he weaves around your legs wagging his tail. Dinner with them flowed easily, you were originally nervous but quickly realized you had no reason to be. After dinner the chef has left and you are all sitting at the table talking. 

“So are you scared to become a dad Fred?” Steph asks. 

He looks at you briefly before responding “No, not really.” 

Silence falls briefly as you stare at him. “Are you serious? You’re not nervous? I’m absolutely terrified to become a mom.” 

Everyone stares at you for a second.

“Oh thank God” Fred responds. “You seem so confident and together with everything. I thought you wanted to hear I was too. So I lied. I’m scared shitless” everyone laughs. 

“What scares you the most?” Mitch asks.

“Well I think every first time parent has the same fears and concerns am I going to be a good parent, am I going to make mistakes blah blah blah . I think most of those fears get erased in the first month or so of being a parent. But I think my biggest fear is not handling this thing in the best way" he looks to you “the co-parenting with someone in a different country” he finishes.

“It’s a unique situation with him leaving for Pittsburgh and me living in Toronto. Like I don’t know what is the best decision for our son. Like stability and routines are all so important for babies. But that’s hard when each parent is in a different country” you add.

“Have you given much thought into what you will do once he comes?” Mitch asks.

“Yeah I’ve been thinking about it non-stop. I’ve been considering spending part of my mat leave in Pittsburgh. That way when he is playing at home they can have that time together. But I worry about what to do after my mat leave.  It’s just delaying everything. Like are we better off trying to create some kind of a travel routine now and stick to it after I return to work. And in the beginning I’ll be breast feeding so I’ll need to be around but once I’m able to pump enough I don’t need to be and can give him some time alone to bond with him. But what do I do, fly there drop him off and leave? Stay in a Pittsburgh hotel alone, I know nobody there.  And also travelling with a baby doesn’t sound exciting at all. So it’s just a lot to consider and lots of options. And I just don’t know what’s best. I don’t want him to resent me down the line because I made a bad choice. It’s hard" 

Silence falls over the room “sorry” you say realizing you rambled for a while.

“Yeah it’s a lot you are dealing with. I can’t imagine" Steph finally says.  Fred puts a hand on your leg squeezing lightly “we’ll figure it out” a soft smile on his face. 

Later that night you are at your place getting ready for bed. After brushing your teeth you crawl in next to Fred. His hand falls to your stomach as he shifts to put his head just above your stomach as he starts talking to your baby, you run your hand gently through his hair.

“Hey baby boy, I can’t wait to meet you. It would be really awesome if you came tonight or tomorrow while Daddy is here in town” he kisses your stomach. “I just want you to know that things might be a little crazy sometimes, and because I live so far away I might not get to see you all the time, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you or I’m not thinking about you.” You zone out as you feel tears beginning to rise, you focus on breathing trying to supress them as he continues talking to your stomach.

“Goodnight baby boy” he says rubbing your belly before kissing it. He crawls up behind you, his hand still resting on your stomach. 

You drift off, waking up in the morning and realize you slept straight through. Fred’s arm thrown across you, holding you close, you can faintly smell his cologne. “Wow I haven’t slept for 8 hours in a long time. This guy doesn’t normally let me” you say groggily.

“He doesn’t’?”

“No he is normally up all night, kicking and moving, he’s a night owl. Since you got here he has been much calmer. It’s like he knows his dad is here and is on his best behaviour.” Fred laughs, rubbing your stomach and leans down lower “you are supposed to behave for mom, we’ve talked about this.” He places a kiss on your stomach, a light moan leaves your lips as he crawls back up behind you. 

You lay there silently, him stroking your stomach, placing soft kisses in your hair. His eyes get heavy as you whisper “Fred?”

“Mm, what is it dear?” he questions weakly.  

“I don’t think I can do this” you say with tears in your eyes. His hand stops as he rolls you onto your back slightly, looking at your face. Concern washes over him.

“Do what? Be a parent? Seems like you could have made that decision months ago. Kind of late to make that choice don’t you think. How can you even think about leaving him?" 

“Noo, no no no, not that!” you cut him off quickly. “I don’t think I can do this without you. I just, I..I uh… I don’t want to do this without you around every day. I need you, we need you.” You look up at him and continue “I want to come to Pittsburgh after he is born and stay with you for my mat leave. I will tell my company I am taking the 18 month leave, and I’ll come down. We both need you around. I was thinking I could stay with you at first and when he is 3 or 4 months then get an apartment and we can do the split custody thing around your schedule.” 

“Just stay for the whole thing, I have 3 bedrooms.” 

“Yeah one for him and the other should be for guests, like your family.  Besides it could be weird if you are on date and have to tell the girl your baby momma lives with you" 

“Well I haven’t talked to them much since Denmark, after you left things got a little intense with them. I’m not ready to talk to them. Also I don’t see myself going on many dates as a professional athlete with a newborn, but if she had a problem with it she isn’t the one for me. How about we see how it plays out, and if it’s working you stay the whole time. If it isn’t we’ll find you a place.”  

He doesn’t let you respond leaning in and kissing you passionately causing you to moan lightly. He takes a finger down into your pyjamas, and strokes over your folds. He slides it in you and begins gently thrusting “oh my god" you scream breaking the kiss. 

His mouth returns to nibble on your ear alternating with placing kisses on your neck. It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything, and your body is heightened and extra sensitive. He slides down your body, placing a pillow in his spot. He pulls your pyjama bottoms off and begins licking up your folds, he uses his fingers to create a scissor and open you up as he sucks lightly on your clit. 

“This okay?” he asks.

A soft moan leaves your lips in response, “good. You taste so good” he says as he dives in further, his nose brushing against you. He increases the pace, slipping his tongue into the mix, his fingers curling inside you. He sucks on your bud his fingers pumping in and out of you.

You feel your orgasm approaching as you squirm, your hips lifting. You grip the bedsheets, your toes curling as Fred continues pumping. He sucks hard on your bud causing an intense orgasm to crash over you. You lay there as his pace slows but he doesn’t stop. He finally pulls out his fingers and wipes his hands on your bed. He removes the pillow replacing it with his body, your head falls back onto his shoulder and he leans in to kiss you. Your juices still fresh on his lips, he pulls away slightly but still close enough for his beard to tickle you.

“So, I bought a book on sex positions for pregnant women” he whipsers.

You laugh “oh really?” 

“Yeah… I mean I wanted to make sure you had a good time obviously, but also that you are comfortable. I know this” he rubs your stomach “can make you uncomfortable and can make certain positions not as enjoyable. We tried a few out before leaving. There is still a few we can do if you are up to it.”  

“Yes. I’m definitely up for it” 

“You sure? I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” 

“I won’t be! I have wanted to do this since I opened the door yesterday. Then I saw you in your boxers at the massage; I almost jumped you then.” He leans his head back laughing. You continue “besides some people believe sex this close can help kick start labour, and others believe it can help with pain during labour. Make it easier to push a baby out if you aren’t so…tight.” 

A grin crosses his face as he pulls his pants off and pumps himself a few times.

As he is lining himself up you question “do we need a condom?” He looks at you questioningly “I don’t know if you met someone in Pittsburgh… you’ve been gone for a bit.”

“Just you babe, just you.” With that he pushes in gently as you lean your head back onto his shoulder.  

You’re lying on your left side and he slightly bends your right knee, and places a pillow under your stomach.

“Good babe?” 

“Fred fuck. I need you.” he pulls out and pushes in fully “bad" you practically screaming the last word. 

Fred keeps pulling out and pushing back in but at a slow pace. You know at this pace it will take a while for you to reach your high, but he doesn’t want to push you too hard. He pulls out and as he is pushing back in you force yourself back bottoming out “faster.” 

Fred reaches around you placing a hand on your clit and begins playing with it. He keeps pulling out and pushing back in but his pace is starting to quicken, you groan “yes.” He leans forward and kisses your shoulder. You feel yourself getting very close as Fred’s hand continues to apply pressure on your clitoris. You grind back on him searching for your high. Fred continues his pace, you feel him becoming sloppy behind you as you become undone gripping the bed sheet as your pussy clenches around him.  

He bites your shoulder as you feel his warmth fill you up. He lays there still inside you for a few minutes as you both catch your breath. A hand comes to your chin and turns you to look at him, engaging you in a soft but passionate kiss. He eventually pulls out and wanders to the bathroom starting the shower. He carries you into the shower, helping to rinse you off. 

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[hazel-the-librarian]

Things you need to know as an adult.

It's come to my attention unfortunately that most people under the age of 25 have several the gaps in information that they probably need to know.

Please be aware that any monetary amount is based on USD.

Income taxes are not hard to file although they are tedious if you're making under a certain amount you are not required to file income tax however if you do you may get more money back therefore it may very well be worth filing them.

You can do your income taxes for free on TurboTax and several other websites however depending on how you spend your time and if you volunteer or work with charity. you can write off the time in tax deductions.

The cost of gas that you used to and from work is tax deductible.

Depending on your state the cost of food at work sactioned cafeterias may be tax deductible.

Any work specific garment and it's required cleaning and maintenance is tax deductible.

If you participate in Uber GrubHub or any other occupation that requires use of your car in order for you to make money and work car repairs oil change new tires may all be tax deductible.

the lowest average cost for funeral with the typical funeral home is not going to be less than $7,000.

This is what the cost of a cremation which is cheaper than doing an embalming and better for the environment compared to "traditional embalming"

This includes casket rental for viewing a the basic black plastic urn. In all honesty depending on who you have written in your will to take care of your remains you may want to consider going ahead and buying the urn of your choice unless you want your ashes scattered somewhere in which case they may just give you to them in a plastic bag. So please be choosy and who you picked carry out your last wishes.

Also last but certainly not least important on this rather morbid branch of this topic get a will especially if you don't get along with your family don't have a child and aren't married or even if you are and in that will write out who you want to take care of your last wishes if your spouse isn't able to.

If you have a child some insurances will cover the cost of formula as a prescription for the first year they will also cover the cost of a breast pump.

Depending on the bylines of your insurance there may be another way to get the medicine that you need at a cheaper price talk to your doctor about it.

If anyone can think of anything else to add please do these are just a few things that I recognize that other people in this age range don't seem to know.

Tag it adulting or adult hacks

[lovehotelreservation]

[Hey, just for the day, we’ll pretend I’m made of money. I’ll be your sugar daddy. - Dance Gavin Dance] Gran has finally graduated(?) from an idol of the prestigious Gran Cypher Entertainment and signed a new contract as solo artist. With all this newfound freedom from the idol lifestyle, Gran plans to party hard with tables and bottles of Dom Perignon. He is no longer baby, he wants power.

THANK U JESSICA 4 THIS PROMPT OF SELF LUV U UNDERSTAND ME SO WELL

The Ideal Idol.

The Eternal Valentine.

The Singularity of the Music Industry.

The Captain of All.

There were many phrases drummed up by journalists and squealed by adoring fans to describe the one and only Gran of Gran Cypher Entertainment. As leader of GC Entertainment’s newly debuted boyband SPARK, he already had to be front and center for variety show appearances, interviews, and the like. However, with his boyish looks, incredible vocals, mastery of dance, commanding stage presence, and captivating personality, it did not take long for many fans within the Japanese idol community to take immediate notice of his rise in popularity. 

His merch always being the first to sell out, tv producers practically fighting one another to have him so much as cameo in their newest drama, and more.

A promising future in the entertainment industry was practically assured. He need only say the word.

And so, when it came time for Gran to make his highly publicized graduation out of GC Entertainment, he had his eyes set on a solo career with the famed Crystal Records.

The nation’s idol was taking his first big step towards becoming his own artist.

And he was doing so by taking a grand stand atop a VIP table of a Vegas nightclub, pumping his fist into the air as he proceeded to chug back a bottle of Dom Perignon while the performing DJ was blasting some sexy EDM remix of Paradise Lost. The surrounding crowd of Americans--all unaware of his pristine, clean image back in Japan--cheered and jeered in support of his stranger who seemed to be paying top dollar for a fun night. 

Champagne bottles, platters of hors d'oeuvres and sushi--there was a feast all on Gran’s black card to commemorate his newfound freedom from his idol days and to give thanks to his management team for their guidance throughout his career up until now and beyond.

You didn’t feel thanked.

Rather, you felt stressed.

Quite stressed.

From the day that SPARK was selected, you were assigned to be Gran’s personal manager. Wherever he went, you would go--all to make sure he kept to his schedule and was on his best behavior. Of course, given that you both were rather close in age, your professional relationship became more relaxed and at ease. You saw firsthand the struggle to keep up to such an inane perfect ideal as an idol that he faced, and you did your best to give him time to unwind, whether time to sleep in or indulging his desire to sneak out for a fun night around Tokyo.

This closeness was why he almost turned down Crystal Records’s initial contract upon hearing that they would assign him to new management. He would only allow his signature to glide along the paper if you came with him.

And so it was done.

And it was why you were standing in this club, watching what was basically immediate grounds for the end of an idol’s career unfold before your very eyes.

No wonder he insisted on celebrating in Vegas.

To the other clubgoers, he just looked like some rich influencer balling out.

To you, it was the sight of Japan’s most cherished idol freely handing out retirement savings to all sorts of unscrupulous paparazzi.

It was almost inevitable that he was about to literally begin to rock out with his cock out.

You had to act fast.

Though Gran didn’t have to abide by idol standards anymore, you refused to see his solo career to be tainted in debauchery by the work of Instagram Live.

One moment you were at the other end of the club, the next you were halfway at the center by the poolside bar, asking for napkins and a pen from the bartender.

When it came to the idol industry, far too often did you have to create NDAs on the spot to ensure and protect the image of your idols. Never once did you step into law school, but you were familiar with striking down any potential leaks.

With your makeshift agreements in hand, you were ready to hunt down anyone who was taking pictures of Gran’s shameless display.

Your eyes shifted over to the table he reserved for tonight’s party.

He wasn’t there any longer.

“Just a step behind, manager.”

Because one of his arms was busy slinging around your shoulder, hugging you close to his side as you were quickly led away from the bar towards one of the nearby poolside cabanas--another special rental for tonight’s celebration.

Heat quickly rose to your cheeks. Both out of fear and a feeling of something that only he was privy to. Your head turned around while your fingers clawed at your stack of napkins, alarmed as you looked around to see if anyone--mere clubgoer or sneaky paparazzi--was looking your way.

“G-Gran! What are you doing--?!” You gasped out to him above the deafening club music and the chatter of the crowd. “How drunk are you that you’re doing this?!”

He only grinned toothily as he opened the tent flap, ushering you in while his hand stayed on the small of your back. “I’m not drunk, I’m alive!”

Gran entered after you. 

As the opening flap of the cabana fell closed behind him, he immediately brought his hands up to your cheeks and drew you in for a kiss.

The two of you were close after all.

“Gra— Gran…!” The gasp of his name was muffled between your mouths, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip. Your body was quickly ensnared within his grasp, his arms toned from years dedicated to staying in shape for his years as an idol. Hands that left fans buckling with a mere wave were now roaming over your body, finding much indulgence in squeezing your ass or grabbing at your breasts.

It wasn’t until you felt the slight brush of a napkin against your leg that you realized that you dropped your makeshift NDAs in the process, suddenly making you aware of what you were doing and who you were doing this with.

You pulled away with a weak whine. “We’re still in public—!”

He pursued and kissed you over and over, a grin plastered on his lips. “Who’s to say that everyone out there wouldn’t do the same if they had the chance?”

His fingers ran over the fabric of your dress, brushing at the hem as he teased, “I got this dress for you because I wanted to celebrate, and yet you were still working.” With you still in his arms, he guided you over to a nearby wicker sofa, having you lay across the ivory cushion on top as he hovered above you, gazing down into your eyes with a mischievous expression. “Bad girl~”

As his manager, you were the one to always guide him along his career path, making sure he followed up on his schedule as an idol while giving him space as needed.

But Gran was a leader for a reason.

And he reminded you of this as his fingers tugged down at the neckline of your dress while hiking up its hem.

Fanservice for hands was common for his days as an idol, with him being an expert of winking at a camera during a televised performance, or murmuring a tender line of romance to an audience of adoring fans during a variety show appearance.

But nothing he did publicly could compare to how effortlessly he made you melt with the filth he spoiled you with as the two of you remained locked in your own little world together as the party outside raged on.

“Manager’s pretty nipples--” He groaned in-between noisy suckles and kisses along your breasts, his lips clamped around your hardened peaks, all while his hips ground against yours, making sure you felt the weight of his clothed, erect cock through the flimsy material of your panties, of which were soon removed afterwards.

Were it not knowing that he would only tease and torture you further if you proceeded to do so, you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment--even now, it was still just so much to have the nation’s idol be so dirty towards you.

Especially when it came time for when his desire for you could not wait any further, with the hasty unbuckle of his belt and the tug of his zipper before you felt the hot, drippy tip of his cock nudge and slide against your dribbling center as he groaned out, “--manager’s pretty pussy.” With adoration in his eyes, he then breathed out with reverence as he drank in the sight of your disheveled state. “Everything about you is pretty.”

“You are too much,” you shuddered with a whine, the barrage of his relentless sweetness. “To think I let you get away with practically everything.”

“‘Too much?’” He repeated curiously with a chuckle. “Are you saying you want less? Because I’m pretty sure you want more, right…!”

His hands grabbed hold of your waist as he sheathed his cock inside you fully in one thrust. The squeal of his name on your lips and the adrenaline of partying so hard had him wasting no time to begin pounding away into your core with heavy, hearty thrusts. With a twinkle in his eyes, he admired how precious you looked as you were left to grab at the cushion of the sofa beneath you, all while humming out, “I guess it’s only reasonable that I behave like I do when my manager is so naughty~”

“Gran--!” This man was just too damn good.

His lips were all over yours again, a mix of tender love and shameless desire with each kiss. “No matter where we go from here together, that’s the sound I always wanna hear above anything else in the world!”

It was nearing 3 AM at this point, but as everyone in the club continued to party the night away, so would you and Gran as the both of you celebrated not just his newfound solo career, but a new chapter where he was no longer bound to his duties and expectations of an idol, but to being his own individual, one who would eagerly and happily proclaim his love for you soon enough.

Because while everyone beneath the blue sky saw Gran as their one true idol, there was no one in the world who idolized you like him.