#but I could not get this idea out of my head

[myfictionaldreams]

⁀➷ Beneath the Bubbles // Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

Summary: A playful bet between her three boyfriends turns an innocent pool day with friends into a secret game of distraction, control, and quiet desperation—and she has no idea she’s the prize.

Requested by: @fictionalgoddess -- thank you so so much for this request! I absolutely loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom marauders, sub reader, big dick!Remus (!!), public sex, cockwarming, praise kink, teasing, size kink (!), dirty talk

Words: 3.1k

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The bag sitting by your family's fireplace had been packed and ready for days. It had also been packed and repacked multiple times to help pass the time.

“Why so glum, love? Only another ten minutes.”

You tried to fake a smile as you stared down at the two-way mirror in your hand, staring at Sirius's relaxed expression. He was lying in bed, arm behind his head, and hair curling over his forehead. The mirror was a creation of Sirius and James. It was used initially to talk while Sirius was home with his hellish parents; however, now that he was living at the Potter mansion, you were the safe keeper of the mirror.

It had been great over the last couple of days when missing your boyfriends, though Remus’ face was still one that you needed to see, missing the sound of his calming voice.

Now, you were becoming unsettled. You wanted to be in their arms, smell their bodies, and feel the warmth of their skin rubbing against yours.

“Ten minutes is a long time,” you explain with a defeated tone, shoulders hunching over from where you’re waiting on your sofa.

“Aww Darling, I know it is. But it’ll be worth it, and we’ve got to make sure Moony gets here first so you both don’t clash in the floo network. I don’t want to risk  your pretty little head.”

“Hmm.”

You’re being grumpy, but really, you’re excited. Seven days seems like such a short amount of time to be away from your boyfriends in the grand scheme of things, but having been at Hogwarts for months, waking in their arms, constantly being attached to one of them, it was easy to fall into a comfortable routine. 

Sleep had been difficult to come by, and the amount of masturbating you’d been doing was probably unhealthy. But once again, you were going to put it down to the fact that you’d been having sex with three men daily, and now, you had a large appetite for all things pleasurable.

“PADS HURRY UP! MOONY IS HERE!” came the distant shout of James in the background, where Sirius was.

“Coming!” he shouts with a handsome grin, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he sits up on his bed. “See, I told you it wouldn’t take long, Darling. Safe travels, see you in a couple of minutes. Say hi to your parents for me.”

“Will do! See you soon!” you say with rejuvenated motivation. Rushing from the sofa, you say your goodbyes to your parents and collect the bag you’d been staring at for too long.

You’ve barely had the chance to step out of the green flames in the Potter’s dining room before you are wrapped in a blur of bronze skin, wild hair and frantic voices.

James was the first to tackle-hug you, arms circling your waist as he picks you up and spins in a circle as you cling to his neck. “You’re here! Finally!”

You laughed even as your feet planted back onto the floor again, only to be pulled away by Sirius, who practically buried his face into your neck, fingers digging into the back of your shirt as your hands moved into his hair. “A week without you? Torture, Honey. I almost set fire to the Potters’ kitchen again to feel something.”

“I thought you said seven days wasn’t that long!” you exclaim, looking back into his pouting face.

“Fine, I lied. I missed you every single second. " With a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he finally releases you to allow the tallest Marauder his reunion.

Remus steps forward, calmer as always compared to James and Sirius, but you could see in his eyes how they softened when he looked you over. His jaw had a subtle clench like he’d been holding something in all week. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped up, taking your face carefully in his big hands, and kissed you slowly, steadily, and so full of longing that your knees nearly gave out.

“Hi,” you whisper as he pulls back, in a daze and breathless.

“Hi, love.”

When I was back with them, everything fell back into place—the laughter, the comfort, the safety. It was just right. However, James’ parents were only away for the weekend, so the four of you took the opportunity of an empty, beautiful home to host a little gathering with your friends.

An hour later, the mansion is buzzing with life. Lily and Marlene have brought drinks, Dorcas, Mary, and Alice are setting up the music on the back patio, and Frank has thrown pool floaties everywhere.

James’ parents' house was always breathtakingly beautiful, no matter how many times you visited. Despite its size, it still felt homely, thanks to Mrs Potter’s effort. The garden was really the prize, though, with freshly cut green grass that spread for acres, surrounded by a thick forest. More towards the house is a sizeable pool, with a hot tub to one side that bubbled away and the patio that stretched the width of the house.

You were lounging in one of James’ quidditch shirts, your bikini underneath, leaning against Sirius on a pool chair while he ran his fingers up and down your arm. Remus sat beside the two of you with a book, one hand always resting on your thigh, which was pulled into his lap.

James, meanwhile, had energy to burn. He was shirtless and loud, tossing a quaffle with Frank, and flexing his arms and abs every time he caught your admiring eye.

“I’ve decided”, James announces loudly, making sure he’s heard over the music, grinning. “I’m the hottest person here.”

“Not even close, “Sirius deadpanned, leaning over to take a sip from your drink. “Look at this face.” He points at his own smug expression.

“Look at her face, “Remus interrupts, not looking up from his book. “Much better view.”

Your face warms immediately as you pull your shirt collar up to hide your face, and the others laugh at your embarrassed response.

Hours later, after the shared butterbeer, a failed BBQ attempt ends with charred food and pizzas ordered instead. Everyone is having a good time, catching up on each other's summers, giggling, laughing, and singing. The sun has since set, which means that the floating orange lights gently illuminate the back garden with the help of the now roaring fire. It’s a memorable evening with friends.

You didn’t think twice as Remus began to pull on your clasped hand, dragging your body towards the hot tub portion of the pool.

“We’ll only be a minute”, Remus calls over his shoulder to where the others were dancing around the fire. “She���s cold.”

You thought it was an odd excuse considering that Remus had perfectly kept you warm as you rested in his arms, laughing at your friends, but you went along with him, glad to have some quiet time with him.

After removing James’ shirt from your body, Remus helps you into the warm, bubbling water. The water was surprisingly loud, and you struggled to hear your friends even if they were only a couple of meters away. Remus then eases himself in, sitting on the bench in the tub, pulling your body into his lap.

Sighing into the touch, your fingers dig into his forearms, which curl against your waist as his chin rests against your shoulder. It was calm and serene, and you could still smell his aftershave over the chlorine.

The dainty touch of his lips against your shoulder causes a full-body shimmer, despite not being cold. Remus smiles against your skin, moving further up the slope of your neck as you tilt your face towards him.

Your noses brush together as you tune his arms. You lean in to close the final distance, but he holds himself back. “I want you to keep looking in the direction of our friends. Do you think you can do that?”

Biting your lip, you hum in response, turning back to your friends. You notice Sirius and James moving animatedly now, whilst the others are resting on the seats surrounding the fire.

“I missed you,” Remus speaks into your ear, his voice just above a whisper so that you could hear over the noise of the hot tub machine. “I’ve missed your voice, your smell, those little giggles when you’re embarrassed. It feels like I’ve been lost with you.”

The words had emotions soon rising as you wiggle in his lap, trying to hold onto him tighter, needing to feel his entire body on yours.

With one arm still secured around your waist, the other moved to the inside of your knee, helping each of your legs onto the outside of his thighs so that when he stretched out, your legs spread, upper body slumping back against his chest until the waterline hovered up to your collarbones.

“And I know you’ve missed us, haven’t you? Sirius told me about your late-night chats, my poor needy girl,” Remus continues, his lips hovering by the shell of your ear. Your body shivers once more for an entirely different reason now as you think back to those nights when Sirius had talked you through touching yourself using the two-way mirror.

“Tell me, Sweetheart, do you want me to look after you? I think you’ve been patient enough these last seven days. Let me help you.”

Swallowing hard, you nod.

“Use your words, Love.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You;d expected his fingers, maybe some teasing strokes–but what you didn’t expect was the way he shifted beneath you, the slow grind of his hips, the subtle press of his hard cock beneath the water.

“Remus,” you breathe, eyes darting toward your friends. Laughter. Singing. James is yelling about rules in a game whilst Sirius attempts to do a cartwheel dangerously close to the fire.

No one was looking.

And Remus was easing his shorts lower on his hips.

The bubbling water distorted the view so if anyone did look over, they wouldn’t necessarily see that his swim shorts were just pulled down enough that his cock was freed.

“Got to stay nice and still for me, can you do that?” Remus encouraged as his fingers ghost along the seam of your bikini bottoms.

“Yes, sir.”

The rush of water against your bare pussy was comforting for a moment. Then Remus’s bare cock is sliding between your thighs. Thick. Hot. Heavy.

And so fucking big.

Remus hears your quick breath as his thumb brushes comfortingly against your side. “I know,” he said softly, already moving your hips so that he’s able to press the tip of his cock to your clenching hole. “I know how much it hurts, baby. You always need a minute to take me.”

Because he was he biggest, Sirius may be the wildest. James might be the loudest. But Remus? The man was obscene.

He was the one who went last when you were all intimate together, had to go last, because you’d be too sore for anyone else after. You swore it didn’t even make sense how he fit, how he stretched you so wide you were surely the evidence of his cock would bulging your tummy.

And now, with your friends just a few feet away, he was sliding inside you.

Slowly. Deeply. Until your walls burn, clenching in a way that makes it feel like your body was trying to push him out of you because it was just too much.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms as your eyes flutter close, legs moving to shut on instinct, but his thighs keep them open.

“You can take it,” he encouraged, kissing your cheek sweetly. “You always do. Just sit pretty, Sweetheart. That’s it. Take every inch for me. Keep those eyes open for me, nice and quiet.”

Your eyes widened as you looked back towards your friend, now able to hear Sirius and James shouting at their friends jokingly.

You couldn’t move. Not with the stretch, the perfect and devastating stretch, pinning you open, gaping, holding you still.

Remus didn’t thrust. Didn’t pump his hips, just simply stayed inside of you. Deep and full. And already you were aching.

“You’re stuffed so tight, huh? Squeezing my cock like it’s your lifeline, Love. Bet they’d all know if they looked over what’s inside of you, there’s no hiding that pretty little face when you’ve just been fucked.”

Remus, as passive and laidback as he was with most day-to-day activities, was in charge of sex and relationships. Whether it was with you, Sirius, or James, he was the leader, giving orders, making sure you’re all in the right headspace to keep going, and that aftercare was enough.

It was difficult staying still, staying quiet. Even if you weren’t sure that you’d have the energy to move up and down on his big cock, even just not squirming in his hold was difficult to do.

Seemingly reading your mind, Remus speaks firmly, “I’m not going to fuck you, I don’t want to break you, Love. I just want to reward you. I’ve missed being inside of you. So that’s what we’re going to do. With all of our friends just over there, we are going to sit here, me inside you, nice and deep, whilst you get all wet and desperate for me.”

You were already ruined, needy, clenching repeatedly around the thickest cock you’d ever taken.

“Look at you, taking all of me without making noise. I’m so proud of you.”

Those praises had you feeling lighter, like your body was made of clouds, ready to float away.

“JAMES, YOU CANNOT THROW A BEER AT ME MID-BACKFLIP–”

“OH I ABSOLUTELY CAN SIRIUS–LOOK MARLENE, WATCH THIS!-”

Your boyfriends were being obnoxiously loud, caputinrg your friends attention and you’re so fucking thankful for this.

Warming his cock with your pussy, you eventually run out of energy, slumping further back in his hold. To anyone else, it would look like you’re falling asleep in his arms, but Remus knew it was because you were exhausted from teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long.

You were too full, too hot, too aware of Remus pulsing inside you, his cock thick and unmoving, buried to the hilt. Every breath, little shift, made you clench down violently in a helpless reaction.

He knew you were balancing on that very limit. Your thighs were trembling non stop, the fierce dig of your nails calming but only because your energy was directed to your cunt, to the muscles that were pulsing and clenching around his dick.

“Please,” you finally whimpered, tilting your head to lean back against his shoulder, face nuzzling into his neck. “Remus, sir, I can’t-”

“You can”, he gently rubs soft circles along your stomach. “You’ve been doing so well. You just need a little push, don’t you?”

You nod desperately, never having been so wound up before in your life. 

Then you felt it, his fingers dipping between your thighs, resting heavily against your clit. There was hardly any movement, just a subtle nudge, but it was enough to send you flying.

You choked on a gasp, biting on the inside of your cheek painfully. The orgasm was blinding, hot, your body quaking and clenching down. Your breath stuttered, your orgasm rolling through you like a slow, devastating tide with each squeeze of your internal muscles. 

“Good girl, my best girl. There it is. Let it out, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your head is spinning by the time you can catch your breath. The ache between your legs now from the emptiness as Remus eases out, having found his quiet release whilst you were holding on for dear life.

The others were still laughing, loud and clueless as Remus readjusted both of your swim suits.

Later, when you are wrapped in a fluffy towel, cuddled against the patio sofa with your cheeks still hot to the touch and legs wobbling. James plopped beside you, arm curving around your shoulder until you’re pulled against his chest.

“You good, baby?” he asks casually, giving you a comforting squeeze.

Tilting your face up to stare at his, you answer, “Y-Yeah.”

Irius sat on your other side, his hand resting on your thigh, grinning like he could see into your soul. “You looked like you saw Merlin himself over there.”

Your eyes widened. “I- what?”

“You came, baby”, Sirius said with a low, teasing laugh. “We saw.”

Your face lit up in horror, but before you could bolt, assuming that it meant that all of your friends saw the same thing, James reached out and gently tugged your towel tighter around you.

“Relax,” he cooed. “They didn’t notice. Not the way we did.”

Remus walks up just in time, handing you a bottle of water and a couple of blocks of chocolate.

“You said no one would notice,” you hiss with embarrassment.

Remus squats down, smirking before kissing your head. “They didn’t.”

“But they did,” you say, nodding your head towards James and Sirius on either side of you.

“Oh, Darling,” Sirius purrs, squeezing his arm under your knees and pulling your body into his lap. “How could we not?”

“You were absolutely fucked out,” James teases, moving closer to your back that now faced him. “All dazed, little pout on your lips, still clenching your thighs together like you are trying to hold him in.”

“And let’s be honest, only Remus’ cock could do that to you. Our girl always looks ruined after he’s been inside her.” Sirius kisses your temple as his arms tighten around you.

“You’re not the only one who needs comfort after him,” James adds with a wicked grin.

“Oh my god,” you groan, hiding your face in Sirius’ shoulder.

“Don’t listen to their teasing, Love. You were perfect,” Remus reassured.

You peek at him through your lashes. But James’ cheeky face pops into your eyesight as he leans over your shoulder. “Okay, so small confession time.”

Sirius chuckles as Remus rolls his eyes. “There was a bet. Remus had to make you cum without anyone noticing, so me and Sirius helped to keep the others distracted.”

Your jaw dropped, “You what?”

“You won,” Sirius said proudly. “You were so good for him, Darling. Took him so deep, didn’t even move. And then when you had to hide your face as you were cumming, just beautiful!”

“I hate you all,” you declare into Sirius’ chest, where you were hiding your face.

“Do you though?” Remus asks as his hand massages your thigh. “You looked very happy sitting on my cock.”

Your face feels impossibly hot, but you don’t move from Sirius’s lap. You just sigh softly as one of them kisses your forehead.

“Love you,” James murmurs as he leans against your shoulder.

“Love you too.” Because even if they were smug little shits, you were happy and content being in their arms.

[flofaiiry]

mornings w jack abbot

warnings: f!reader, swearing, established relationship, unprotected p in v, cockwarming if u squint.

note: this is my first time writing smut so if it's terrible........ i'm so so sorry (please give me feedback i have no idea what i'm doing)

wc: 580

thinking about slow mornings with jack abbot... your head on his chest just staring out an open window while the sunlight floods the room, maybe some slow music on the radio, but even if it's silent, it's comfortable. it's not often you wake up with jack next to you, so you cherish these mornings together (in other words, have soft and slow morning sex.)

you hoist yourself on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing from his lips to his jaw to his neck and down his chest. "stop teasing me baby," he mumbles, fingers lazily toying with the waistband of your shorts, trying to coax them off of you. jack's not an impatient man, he's quite the opposite actually, but something about you makes him throw all that learned patience out the window.

you don't say anything, just a smile and glance up before you oblige him, removing your shorts and his boxers. you take him in your hand, his tip prods at your clit just hard enough to make your breath catch before you lower yourself down onto him. the stretch is familiar, gasps passing between you as your walls perfectly hug around his length.

your hips finally meet his, hands splayed across his chest and head tilted back at just enough of an angle that allows you to revel in the sensation while maintaining eye contact (this man's staring problem is worse during sex).

you don't move immediately, just bask in the feeling of how deep he is inside you and how full you feel. another moment elapses before take it upon yourself to move, sliding slowly up and down the length of his cock. jack's hands find your waist, not moving you, but just there. the warmth keeps you grounded in reality despite the pleasure.

"god," jack breathes, "feels so fuckin' good baby, takin' me so well." he praises, pads of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. you continue your rhythm above him, bringing you both steadily closer to the edge, until you're just teetering there.

"so close, jack," you practically whimper, "so fucking close, feels so good." though the pleasure is close to all consuming, your movements never stop. feeling a few tell-tale clenches around him, jack takes his hand from your hip to lazily circle your clit, coaxing your orgasm from you at last.

"that's it baby, justtt like that. good girl," jack coaches, as your climax takes over all your faculties. he keeps a firm grip on your hips, partially taking over the movement as you ride out your orgasm. after coming down from your own high, you're desperate to feel jack reach his own inside you.

"please cum for me, jack, need it so bad," you whine. you lock eyes and that's all it takes for jack to tumble into his own orgasm, a breathy groan leaving his lips as he spills inside of you.

heavy, deep breaths fill the quiet of the room, as you pull yourself off of him, a short gasp escaping your lips upon the feeling of emptiness. you practically flop back to your spot next to him on the bed. your breathing still synchronized, you find his hand amongst the sheets and lace your fingers together.

"i can get used to that," you smile, bringing your head back to rest again on his chest. jack presses a kiss to the top of your head, "yeah," he says into your hair, "i definitely could."

[leo-in-the-pitt]

Until The End

Summary: With your 2 year anniversary coming up with Dr. Jack Abbott, you’re trying to figure out his secret plans and see if you can get over the final hurdle in your relationship before it's too late.

Warnings: Established relationship, age gap (unspecified but reader late 20s, Abbotts an old man), beginning is all fluff but the end is something else, strong language, sexual tension, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, handjob/blowjob, all the dirty stuff tbh 

Word Count 8.8K+, was shooting for 10k but I'll take it

Until The End 

Monday

You caught Jack talking to Robby that Monday afternoon. Both of you were busy obviously planning something for your 2 year anniversary. He was the absolute worst at keeping secrets but, apparently when it came  these plans he had nothing to say.

He ordered some pizza that night for dinner and you two sat next to each other on the couch. He seemed on edge, not making much conversation. He usually never shuts up during movies. He kept checking his phone and you could see him typing but, didn’t bring it up.

“You sure you’re alright Jack?”

He had a mouthful of pizza. “Yeah why?”

“You’re acting really sketchy.”

“I’m just trying to eat my pizza.”

“Mhm, so what exactly is the plan for Friday?”

“I already told you, it’s a surprise. Stop trying to spoil it for yourself.”

“Well you know that I hate surprises. I’m a planner Jack. I need to know what we’re doing. What am I supposed to wear?”

“I already told you I picked an outfit out for you.”

“Okay but what if it doesn’t fit? Or I don’t look good in it? There is an outfit right? You’re not just trying to get me naked?”

“Well, now that you mention it, that’s not too bad of an idea.”

“You’re just full of jokes tonight aren’t you Abbott?” 

Everybody called him Abbott, only you called him Jack, unless you were annoyed with him.

“Oh, now I’m Abbott?” He nodded his head in disbelief. 

“Until I know what we’re doing Friday, you’re Abbott.”

“Look who has the jokes now.”

You let the topic go for the rest of the night. But if there was one thing about you, you weren’t going to let this go. He would hear about it again.

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Tuesday

It was always a bit of a habit to go out for food together at least once a week. You both hated cooking and doing the dishes so this ended up being one of the easiest compromises in the past 2 years.

You typically ended up at your favorite diner, which he was most definitely tired of but, it kept you happy so he kept going. It was around noon when you arrived to the diner with him. Both ordering your usual without even needing the menus.

“You want to spilt a milkshake?”

“But you never want one?”

“Yeah but, I know that you do. And I’m feeling extra nice in this moment.”

“What are you doing? Making sure I don’t leave you before we hit 2 years?”

“Yeah I’m just buttering you up since there’s actually no plans for Friday.”

“You’re really pushing it Abbott, you know that?”

“You know you love it.” He said with his crooked smirk that drove you wild even after all this time.

You said nothing just shook your head at him. But don’t worry, you got your milkshake. 

Once you got home it was already time to start getting ready for a nap since you’d be working 2 night shifts back to back with each other before your anniversary. Maybe you could find out if he told anybody else about his secret plans.

You were dragging after your 3 hour power nap. No amount of sleep was ever going to be enough for you. But Abbott, of course, was already bouncing off the walls ready to leave. 

“We’re going to be late because of you.” He yelled from the kitchen. 

“Forgive me for wanting to cover up my under eye bags Abbott.”

“You gonna call me Abbott at work too?”

“Depends, are you going to tell me the plans?”

He rolled his eyes, “I’ll be in the car waiting for you.” And he walked out of the apartment.

Once you got to work, of course you had to go say hi to Langdon.

“What’s up kid?” He put out his hand for your handshake.

“I’m on a mission tonight.”

“Oh god that’s never a good thing.”

“First of all the last mission I went on here was to get Abbott, and I succeeded so I’m trying again tonight.”

“Wa- wait, did you just call him Abbott? What happened?” His eyes widening. 

“He’s Abbott until I know what Fridays plan is.”

Yet another man rolling his eyes at you tonight. “Why are you trying to ruin the fun?”

“I hate surprises Langdon, like I despise them. It’s eating me alive slowly and painfully. Like look at him over there whispering with Robby.” You looked over and squinted while waving at the two of them. 

Robby waved back laughing and Abbott just shook his head without cracking a smile. “They’re probably talking about it. Do you know anything?” You turned to him with puppy dog eyes. 

“I already told you, no. You’re my best friend and Robby is his best friend, why don’t you go ask him?” He shrugged. 

“You know what? You’re right. Maybe I should, I’ll be right back!” You skipped over to Robby and Abbott.

“Oh shit, I was just kidding.” He yelled but, you were already gone. 

You marched yourself over across the ER to the nurses station they were standing behind. Basically skipped over, smiling like a child.

“What’s the hot gossip boys?”

“I know nothing. I have nothing to say. I’m going home to my wife. Have a good night you two.” He waved directly at you, smiling. And he was gone.

You glared over at Abbott. “What did you do tell everyone not to talk to me until Friday?”

“That’s exactly what I did. Nobody knows anything anyway but, I don’t want them putting ideas into that mind of yours.”

The rest of the night was hectic. No more chances to trick anyone into spilling details. Not even a chance to sit down. You decided to give a rest, at least for the night.

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Wednesday 

He seemed different on the drive to work, glancing out the window, his mind racing with plans and details of the Friday plans, before forcing a calm smile as you asked him if he was okay. He was feeling guilty for not letting you in on the secret yet, but you had no idea.

“I’m telling you, I’m so ready for this week to be over.” 

Each night that you worked together, when things would slow down, even just slightly, you find each other to sit down for a quiet moment to catch up on charting.

Jack taps his fingers on the desk nervously, the clock ticking by slowly. He’s been planning the surprise for weeks, and now, the moment is almost here. But his mind was all over the place. He starts typing up a note, clearly not paying attention to what keys he was hitting.

You glare over at his screen. Words underlined in red and blue. Mistakes written all over the page.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” You sat back and glared at him. His mind clearly somewhere else. 

No response. For a moment, he’s lost in the thought of how his life is about to change.

“Earth to Abbott?” You waved your hand directly in front of his face. 

“What happened?” His head sharply turned to you.

You pointed to his screen. “What’s going on there? Forgot how to type?”

He rubs both eyes. Took a deep sigh. “Guess I’m just really tired tonight.”

“Wow, you tired? Never.”

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Thursday 

Tomorrow’s the big day. 2 years down, hopefully forever to go.

You were absolutely exhausted after the past 2 nights. But to flip your sleep schedule you were only planning a quick nap. Abbott on the other hand was basically ready for another shift.

“I will never understand how you require so little sleep.”

“And I don’t know how you need so much.”

He cooked you dinner, dishes are still in the sink. Sitting on the couch, a candle flickering on the coffee table, soft music playing in the background. Music from a playlist you’ve been adding to since you were a teenager in high school. It was filled with cheesy love songs, songs that you wanted at your future wedding.

“Can you believe it’s been almost two years?” You said laying your head on his chest.

“I know. Feels like it flew by yet also like I’ve known you my whole life. I still remember our first official date, how nervous we both were.” He caressed your hair out of your face. 

“You kept fiddling with your napkin the entire time."

“Hey, I was trying to impress you. Clearly, it worked well enough to keep you around all this time. I was trying so hard not to mess anything up. You were just sitting there, looking as beautiful as ever. It was intimidating.”

"I was nervous too! But honestly, the moment you started talking, I felt so at peace. Like I knew I was in the right place with you. I didn’t think even for a second that we’d end up here, like this, happier than ever.”

“I think that was the moment I knew. Something about you, just made sense. Just remember thinking, 'I really hope this isn’t the only date.'"

“And here we are, two years later.”

"And I wouldn’t trade a second of it. That night changed everything. You changed my life in all the best ways. I didn’t even know what I needed that until I met you.”

“I feel safe here in your arms. I could stay here with you forever and be completely okay.” You leaned up to kiss him. “So tomorrow’s the big day. Got anything special planned Abbott? This is your last chance to tell me!” You said while looking into his big green eyes.

“Those big beautiful brown eyes of your will get your anywhere if you try hard enough. But not tonight babygirl, not tonight.”

“I don’t quit Abbott!”

“I’m just gonna keep it simple. Just us being together. Nobody else.”

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Friday 

You slept for 12 hours straight Thursday night into Friday. You were woken by the smell of breakfast cooking. 

Still half asleep you said, “Oh god he’s going to burn the apartment down.” You quickly hoped out of bed. Wearing his clothes already, you grabbed a pair of socks out of his drawer, of course, and headed towards the kitchen.

As you walked out of the bedroom, the morning light streamed through the windows of the apartment. The clinking of plates and kitchen utensils filled the room. Your eyes light up at the sight in front of you. 

Pancakes, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and the biggest bouquet of red roses you’ve ever seen. Balloons tied all around the apartment. A gift box in the middle of the kitchen island. And Abbott standing there smiling at you, ear to ear. His silver curls shined in the rising sun beaming through the shades. Still in the same clothes he went to sleep in. White t-shirt and gray boxers. 

God, how are you going to get through the day with him looking like that? You thought to yourself. 

“What’s all this for?”

“Haha you’re so funny.”

“I got jokes too. But really, happy anniversary to my favorite guy on the planet. I love you.”

“Happy anniversary babygirl. Love you more than you know.”

“Homemade breakfast? On our anniversary? You really are a professional at this ‘romance’ thing huh? Why do I feel like there’s more going on here than just pancakes?”

Next thing you know his hands were on your neck pulling you for a kiss. It was passionate. The type of kiss you don’t want to ever stop. But he pulled away first.

“I wasn’t done with you.” You said. 

“You’ll get more later, don’t worry.”

“You’ve outdone yourself already Abbott”

“Still Abbott huh?”

“Maybe you’ll earn your name back by the end of the day.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” In a lowered tone, “I’ll be hearing it nice and loud tonight.” Again with that smirk.

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Oh you heard him loud and clear. You just wanted him to say it directly to you.

“Here.” He picked the gift box up off the table and handed it to you. “Just a little something to start the day with. Don’t worry, there’ll be way more later.”

You unwrapped the box slowly. A small jewelry box. Oh shit, this better not be a ring right here, right now.

You opened it. A necklace. Golden with his initial and birthstone.

“So everybody knows that you’re mine. Needed you to have something special, something you can keep close to your heart.”

“Oh my god. Put it on my right now.”

You took the necklace out of the box, handed it to him and turned around. He brushed your hair out of the way, gently rubbing the back of your neck. Shivers went down your back. You could feel him just centimeters away from you. Nothing separating your bodies except the thin fabric. 

God you were touched deprived.

You turned back around to him while holding onto the necklace. “I love it Jack.”

“Ah, I get my name back.” He smiled.

“For now at least.” You tilted your head at him.

“Wait let me go grab your gift!” You ran back into the room to get his present.

"Whispering as low as he could get, "I'll be hearing my name loud from you tonight." You could here him laughing from the kitchen.

"What did you just say?", you yelled from the bedroom. No response.

“Here!” You were so proud to hand it to him.

Two small boxes. “Which should I open first?

“This one! Not as poetic as your gift but just open it."

He opened up the box to reveal the watch.

“Holy shit!” He looked up at you. “You shouldn’t have.”

“New salary is treating me well I guess. Take it out! Look at the back!”

He took it out of the box to see the dates engraved. The day you met and the day you started dating. 

“I figured no matter where you go, you’d have a little piece of us with you. Plus, I just thought it’d look amazing on you."

“Can’t wait to show this off at work.” He immediately put it on his left wrist.

“Well, just don’t get blood all over it though. Come on open the other one!”

This one with a last second buy when you were leaving the jewelry store. A chain to perfectly match the watch. You’d been telling him since you got together how good he’d look with one on but, he never got one.

“I guess great minds think alike huh?” He winked at you. “Well now you have to put it on me.” He handed it to you and turned around. As quietly as he possibly could, he muttered, “You’ll be seeing this up close later.”

“Why the hell do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” He laughed.

“Mumbling under your breath! It’s driving me crazy! What did you just say?”

“Are you going crazy? I didn’t say anything!”

Rolling your eyes at him you said, “So, now what’s the plan Abbott?”

“Really with the Abbott again? Really?”

“Stop mumbling and speak up then.”

“Well the plans don’t start until later, so I just want us to spend this time together, enjoying each other’s company, away from all other distractions.”

“Sound perfect to me!”

The day went on, spending time watching each other’s favorite movies, listening to music while dancing around the apartment. Time slipped away with him. 

He stretched as he got up off the couch, “Should probably start getting ready now.”

You went to shower first. Then he went. 

“So where’s this special outfit?”

“I left it hanging on the closet door. Shoes are in there too. Let me just go grab my clothes and then you can get dressed in there and I’ll get dressed out here.”

You went into the bedroom and took the dress out of the bag it was hanging in. 

“Abbott!”, you ran out into the living room where he was getting changed.

He was pulling up his black dress pants, blue briefs underneath. Leaving no room for imagination and showing you everything you have been missing. Zipper, button, and belt all still undone. His undershirt was still lying over the couch. You’d seen him shirtless all the time but, right now, your mind began to wonder. 

You licked and bite your lip not realizing that you were just staring at his bare chest. His hand slid into his pants to straighten out his briefs. 

“Did you come here to say something or just to see me half naked?”

You were able to rip your eyes away from his body for just one second. “Both apparently. Uhm when did you find the time to go get this?” You held up the dress.

It was dress you saw a woman wearing a few weeks earlier and became obsessed with, even asking her where she got it from. White with blue flowers, thin strips, open in the back, slit down the right leg. You never found the time to go see it in person. But he did. 

“I knew you wouldn’t go back for it. So I did. The day after you first saw it. Figured it’d be perfect for the occasion.

You turned around to start walking away. “Well you’re gonna be taking it off me tonight.” You whispered. 

Abbott started laughing. “What’d you just say to me?”

“Nothing!” You ran into the bedroom and shut the door behind you. 

Since he decided to surprise you wet the dress, you put on a surprise for him underneath. 

He even laid out your white sandals with a slight heel. He was still a whole head taller than you. 

“Can’t believe we’re finally going out. I’ve been looking forward to this all week."

Glancing over at you, grinning, “Wow, you look incredible, I think I’m going to have a hard time keeping my eyes off you tonight."

Laughing lightly, turning to face him, “Oh really? Well, I might need to make sure you’re paying attention to where we’re going, because you might get distracted."

He stepped closer, lightly touching your arms, “I think I’ll be okay but I might need a little reminder of how lucky I am to have you by my side." "Well, I’m lucky to have you too. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stealing all of your attention tonight.”

His eyes on you "Trust me, it won’t be hard. I don’t think I could ever take my eyes off you."

"Let’s see if you still feel that way after a whole night.”

He looked down at the time on his new watch. “Shit, we better get going to make the reservation. You might want to take a sweater or something, probably going to be a little chilly out later tonight?”

“Oh, so you’re going to take me somewhere outside then?”

“You’re killing me babygirl.”

“Let me go grab something then.”

You ran back into the bedroom, opening the closet door. Scrambling for one specific item. Putting your arm all the way in you found it. 

The Beers of the Burgh zip up sweater. 

Jack shoved it all the way in the back corner of the closet after your assault, making sure you wouldn’t have to see it. But you were ready to wear it again tonight.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

“What is that?”

You walked up to him and held out the sweater.

“Are you sure?”

“I feel completely safe with you Jack. I’m ready to fully move past it.”

He gave you a light kiss on the cheek, “Let’s go then babygirl.”

All the way down to the car, you pestered him to tell you where it was exactly you were going. He wouldn’t budge. 

“Maybe I’m taking you somewhere completely unexpected. I guess you’ll just have to trust me."

Laughing, playfully narrowing your eyes, “I do trust you more than anything, but now I’m really curious. Should I be excited or nervous?"

He smiled mischievously, “Definitely excited. Trust me, you’re going to love it. But I promise, it’s not whatever you’re thinking."

You leaned back in the seat, raising an eyebrow "You’re making me even more curious now. Are we going somewhere fancy? A secret restaurant? Or are you about to whisk me off to a secret adventure?"

"Maybe a little bit of everything. But tonight is about enjoying the surprise and you’re going to have the time of your life.”

Excitement took over your body. "Okay, okay, I’m all in. I guess I’ll just enjoy the ride and see where it takes me."

He reached over and giving your hand a squeeze "That’s the spirit. I can’t wait to see your face when we get there."

He parked the car and you finally underwent he was excited for you to find out the surprise. 

“Wait, is this the place? Oh my fucking god Jack! This is the place I’ve telling you about for months now!”

Smiling and glancing over at you, "Yeah, this is it. I knew you’d love it. Trust me, you’re going to be impressed."

“I talked about it so much but never even looked at their menu!”

"You’ll find out soon enough. All I’m saying is, they have some of the most interesting dishes. I couldn’t wait to bring you here."

Holding out his hand to you, “Come on, let’s go inside. And I promise, this is just the beginning of a perfect night."

You took his hand with a smile, "Okay, I’m officially excited. If the food is half as good as the surprise, we’re in for a treat."

You’ve were seated at an elegant table inside the restaurant, and you’re both soaking in the ambiance.

You looked around, amazed, "Wow, this place is gorgeous! I can’t believe you got a reservation here! They literally have a Michellin star Jack!”

Smiling as he watched your reaction. "I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be the perfect spot for tonight. I wanted the night to feel just as special as you are.”

Looking at him with a soft smile you said,  "You really know how to make a girl feel special. I’m already having the best time, and we haven’t even started eating yet."

Softly laughing, “That’s the plan. Just wait until the food comes, trust me, it’ll make the night even better."

“If the food is as good as the surprise, I’ll be asking you to pick all our date spots from now on."

“I’m happy to take that responsibility if it means making you smile like this all the time.”

After spending 3 hours in the restaurant, you could see the sun beginning to set outside.

"That was absolutely incredible. I can’t believe you did this. It was perfect!”

“I’m glad you liked it. But, the night’s not over yet. There’s one more surprise I’ve got in store for you."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, another surprise? I’m not sure I can handle any more excitement tonight Jack!”

“You can handle it, trust me. I promise you’re going to love it.”

“God, I hate surprises but, I think you’re beginning to change my mind.” 

He took your hand as you walked out the door. “Good. You deserve it. Just wait  it’ll be worth it at the end”

Right before he opened the car door for you, he stopped. 

“I need you to do something for me first.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to put this on.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long strip of black fabric.

“A blindfold? Really Jack?”

“I’ll be worth it. I promise you. Trust me babygirl.”

“Fine but, you have to put it on me.”

You turned around. He reached around and gently tied it. He whispered , “Maybe we can use this later.”

You turned around to face him, and bit your lip. “I don’t know how you can top any of this, but I’m ready to watch you try.”

You could feel him smiling confidently as he opened the car door and guided you inside. His hands gliding across your body sending shovers down your spine.

“You’ll see soon enough. Trust me, this one’s going to be unforgettable."

He drove for what felt like forever. 

“Are we there yet? People are going to think you’re kidnapping me!”

“Perfect timing, we’re here.”

He put the car in park and turned it off. 

“Can I take this off now please?”

“Not yet. Let me come around and help you. Take your sweater, it got pretty cold out.”

“Jack, I swear if I walk into something-“

“I got you babygirl, don’t worry.” He held his hand on your lower back which was left exposed from the dress. You both walked a short distance from the car. Breeze slowly past you.

“We’re here.”

He stood in front of you, reaching his hands slowly around you to untie the blindfold.

You blinked hard to refocus your eyes. You looked to your left and right smiling. “You know when you said we were going somewhere special I didn’t exactly have the hospital in mind.”

You were standing at the entrance to the emergency department.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“The day you told me my excitement to be here would be short lived? I’ll never forget proving you wrong.”

“You know,” he took a deep breath, “I was struggling to come back here day after day, loss after loss. I wasn’t seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Not until you walked in and brought the sun with you into every shift. You’ve become my favorite part of every day. Even the hard days feel lighter with you in them. So yeah, this place will always be special. It’s the place where I found my forever. “

You went up on your toes to kiss him.

“Come on let’s go for a walk.” He grab your hand and lead you across the street into the park. After walking the path for about 20 feet, you saw tea light candles on both sides of the path with flower petals in between. 

You stopped right in your track. Tears already filling your eyes. Face becoming warm. 

“Jack, what is this?”

He smiled softly as you. “Come on. Let’s keep going to our spot. Want to show you something.”

You kept walking until you reached the middle of the path by the bench you two had sat on when he asked you to be his girlfriend. A bouquet of red roses sat on the bench in front of you.

“This is where I made you my girlfriend. And where I told you I loved you for the first time. Felt like the right spot to do this next part too.”

He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. “You know, I did have this whole speech planned but, things never go according to plan anyway so…” 

He crumbled up the paper and shoved it back into his pants pocket. 

And lowered himself down onto one knee. 

“Two years ago today, we walked into this park as friends and left as a couple. Everyday since then has made me the happiest man on earth. You’ve been my partner in everything, my safe place, my challenge, my home. My forever. 

Tears filled your eyes as your hand covered your mouth. “Jack”, you said as your voice broke.

“You’ve taught me more than being a doctor ever could. You showed me that love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s in the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching, the way we laugh at things no one else would understand. It’s in how we argue, but always come back to each other. You’ve taught me what real love is. You make me brave. You make me a better man. And I want to spend my whole life figuring out how to love you even more than I already do. I’ve seen so many versions of happiness in my life but none come close to what I feel when I’m next to you The more I think about it, the more certain I become.”

Tears streamed down your face.

 “So I guess I just have one question for you.”

He slowly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small red box. With his hands shaking, he opened it gently. He revealed a simple yet elegant ring.

“Will you do the absolute honor of marrying me?”

A mixture of awe, laughter, and happy tears beginning to fill the space between you. You fell into his arms as he knelt before you. Wrapping your arms around him and letting the full weight of your body lean into him. 

He leaned back, “Is that a yes?”, he said laughing.

“You could’ve asked me this the day we met and I would have said yes and 2 years later, the answer is still yes! I’ll always choose you Jack”

Still both kneeling on the cold, hard ground in each other’s arms laughing, crying, holding each other like no one else exists in the whole world.

He gently placed the ring on your finger. The outside world distant, everything had stopped except for you and him. The promise of a future.

He lifted you up and held you in his arms. You could stay in this moment forever. You glared down at the ring in full for the first time since he opened the box.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I spent weeks choosing it. Even brought Robby to the jewelers with me. I know it’s not just about the diamond or anything but I wanted you to have something that felt as special as you are to me.”

You couldn’t peel your eyes off of it. Slowly turning the ring on your finger, mesmerized by its beauty, feeling the weight of it, both literally and metaphorically.

“You picked the perfect one. Not just the ring. This whole night. Just you and me here together”

You took a deep breath you looked up into the cloudy night sky. A slight breeze flowing in between you both. Taking in the full moment for all its worth.

You heard more then just the wind rustling in the trees, before you could even realize what was happening, all your favorite people appeared. 

Robby, Collins, Langdon, Mel, residents, nurses, at least a dozen people closest to you two.

“Surprise!” You heard it from every direction possible. Cheers for the both of you. 

“You two are going to be so great together. You know we’ve all been rooting for you since day one, right?” Mel yelled excitedly. 

Hugs from all around for you both. You lost track of just how many people he brought to support you.

“Come on let’s see that rock!”

You put your hand out for everybody to see. Thankfully, you got your nails done earlier that week. The ring catches the moonlight just right, a subtle sparkle, not flashy, but full of meaning. Love. The kind of shine that doesn’t scream for attention but, the type that draws eyes to it.

“You did good.” Robby put his hand on Jacks shoulder. “Really good brother.”

You lost track of time as everyone was gathering in conversation. Almost everyone had left for the night already.

You saw Langdon standing off to the side and walked up to him. 

“So you did know huh?”

“Of course I did.” He nudged your arm, “Make sure you ask him about that note he put back in his pocket. You’re going to want to hear it.”

“I will. So, who are you going to be bringing to our wedding?”

He glanced down at you with a slight smile. “Mel.”

You started jumping up and down. Almost as excited as you were just earlier. “Oh my fucking god! I know it! I knew it this whole time!”

“Yeah I knew that you knew. That’s why I never explicitly said it.”

“Langdon, oh my god. I’m so happy for you two! She’s so good for you!”

“Trust me, I know.” He looked over at her smiling. “You’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about any of this? Or about her?

“I’ll never be mad at you Langdon. Jack might be my person but, you’ll always be my best friend."

“I’ll take second place I guess.”

“Mind if I steal her away for a moment?” Robby came up from behind him and put his hands on his shoulder.

“She’s all yours Robby.”

“You knew about all of it huh?” You glared over at him. 

“He unfortunately tells me everything.” You two laughed. “But on a more serious note you both deserve all the love in the world, and I can’t think of any two people better suited for each other. Watching this chapter of your lives has been a pleasure and I’m excited to see what comes next for you two.”

“Thank you Robby. It really means the world coming from you. I’ll always appreciate you and everything you do for us both.”

Jack and Collins came up to you two.

“Let the man have some time with his fiancé, Robby.” Said Collins while intertwining her arm into Robby’s.

“Uh fine. Congratulations to you both again! Excited already for the wedding.”

You exchanged hugs with them and they were off. 

“You put the sweater back on?” Jack looked down at you. 

“Makes me feel like I’m wrapped in your arms. And there’s no safer place in the world Jack.”

“Come on, let me get my fiancé home.” Jack winked and wrapped his arm around you. 

You grabbed your flowers off the bench before realizing that all the flower petal and lights were gone.

“Dana picked them up, gonna get them back Monday night. Could use them at the wedding for something.”

“Jack.”

“Yeah?”

There’s a short silence, just looking at each other. The mood shifts more tender, more intense. 

You put your hands onto his chest before crashing your lips into his. Hard. Lips moving rhythmically around each others. Desperate, aching, like you’ve both been holding your breath for years waiting for this moment. 

When suddenly you feel water dripping onto your face. It’s starting to rain.

“Could not have planned that out better if I tried.” Jack laughed. 

The walk back to the car was peaceful. Just you two in each other arms. The way it’s supposed to be. Rain falling around you.

Streetlights flash across the windshield. The silence is heavy. The tension during the car right home could be cut with a knife. He kept his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand in yours softly caressing your thumb. Every chance he got he glanced over at you.

The ring still shines faintly as his hand is in yours. Rain tapping lightly on the windshield.

“Do we think the rain is good luck?”

“Maybe it’ll rain on our wedding day too.” You turned your head to see him smiling softly. “So fiancé, you got anything else special planned for tonight?”

“I could tell you or I could show you.”

The tension from the drive followed you too all the way upstairs. It didn’t snap, it deepened, filling the empty space all around you.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he immediately turned around. His hands wrapped around your neck as your hands went up to his chest. He pinned you against the wall as his lips crashed into yours. Tongues swirling in each other mouths. Moans filled the elevator until the ding that you had arrived to your floor. He quickly pulled himself off of you. 

He pulled away breathless, panting already, he ran his hands through his silver curls. 

“Fu- fuck, let’s go before I rip your clothes off right here.”

As soon as you both stepped off the elevator, he stopped. 

“I can’t believe that I get to marry my best friend.” 

“Thought Robby was your best friend?”

“Oh you beat him for that title within a week of us meeting. Now come on, I got to give my fiancé what she deserves.”

He wrapped his arms all the way around you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked your feet up into the air. 

“Oh my god, fucking finally! Yes!”

He carried you down the hall to the apartment door, fighting with the keys in his pants pocket to get into the apartment as quickly as he possibly could. Finally behind closed doors.

Before you know it his jacket hits the floor, shoes kicked off lazily, fingers tracing familiar lines around each other bodies Every movement is slow and deliberate, not just passion, but raw intimacy. The kind that screams, I want all of you and I’m not going anywhere.

“God you look so fucking good in this dress but, I need you out of it right now. Fuck”

He grabbed your hand and lead you into the bedroom. 

“Let me see what I’ve been missing out on.”

He pulled your body against his as his hands slid behind you untying the dress, never breaking eye contact. He gently pulled the straps on your shoulders down around your arms. Underneath a surprise. 

Not only did you go and buy him a gift earlier that week, you stopped at the lingerie store to pick up something extra special. A red set. Lace. Tightly wrapped all around your body. 

He trailed his fingers down the fabric on your stomach. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane already babygirl.” You watched his eyes roam your body, up and down as you unbuttoned his shirt, getting down to his belt buckle.

Hands went to your waist, pushing you back against the bed. Wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up, and threw you down onto the bed. His eyes went dark. He was starving for something only you could give him.

He stood at the edge of the bed, undid his own belt, pulling his pants off in a hurry. Tight black briefs that showed his excitement. He ripped off his socks before crawling on top of you. 

Fingers tracing every inch of your body. You squirmed under his touch. 

As he came face to face with you, you whispered, “Take me.” 

He hand slid effortlessly underneath you, untying your lingerie. Sliding in fully off your body as if he’s done it a million times before.

He lightly kissed you before making his way down around your neck as his hand began to explore your body. You felt his hand on your stomach, instinctually, you open your legs for him. 

“That’s my good girl.” You threw your head back letting a soft moan leave you as he sucked on your collarbone. You felt his hand go lower. 

“Jesus fucking christ, so wet for me already. He growls lowly, the possessive need in him taking over him completely. 

“Been waiting for you all night.” You panted out. 

“Is that right?” He didn’t hesitate, his middle finger was inside of you. 

“Oh fu-fuck Jack. Please.”

“Patience my sweet girl. You’ll get what you need soon enough.”, He leaned into your ear, “We’re going to do this how I say. You’re going to finish on fingers, then on my tongue, then we’re going to finish together.”

His fingers slid easily through your juices as he began sucking on your breasts. Gently biting your nipples. Fingers curled inside of you while his thumb did circles around your clit. The sensation of his breath against your skin made your head spin, the anticipation building as he curved his finger into you, finding that spot that drove you wild. 

Before you knew it, another finger was inside of you. The sounds of your wet pussy filled the room. He knew exactly what spot to hit each time. 

“Ja- Jack, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“

“Give it to me babygirl. Cum on my fingers.”

You arched your back as your legs began to shake under the pleasure. There were sounds leaving your body you didn’t know you could make. 

“There we go, that’s my girl.”

You let go completely. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body. Your first of many orgasms tonight. His fingers still inside of you, slowly moving. 

“Gotta taste her now.”

“Fuck Jack, ju- just give me a second.” Legs still trembling, you struggled to catch your breath. You covered your face with both hands. Embarrassed that you were already struggling to keep up with him. 

“Damn you missed me that much huh?”

You didn’t respond.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck I can’t believe I can’t keep up with you and your like twice my age.” You laughed. 

He grabbed both arms off of you dragging them to your sides before wrapping his left hand around your neck. His veins in his hand bludging out. You look down to see his new gold watch. What a good idea. 

“First of all, I’m not twice your age. Second, I know what my girl needs and how to give it to her.”

You glared up at him, chain dangling right in front of your face. You bite your lip and said, “Oh god, just shut up already and clean the mess you made.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Before you knew it, he was leaving a trail of saliva down your body. Kissing every inch of your body. “You want this?”

You grab his hair and pushed him down into your cunt. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your fingers tangled in his sliver hair, gripping tightly as your legs trembled, and he groaned again into you, the vibration making you whimper.

"God, I could stay here forever.”, He mumbled against you. “This pussy is all mine tonight. You feel that? You hear that? This pussy's mine."

You could hear slurping sounds as he devoured you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he’d been starving for this moment forever. Your breath came out in gasps, moans, your whole body burning under his relentless attention to you and your ever need and desire. 

Your body began to pull back from him. He reached up and grabbed your hands, pulling you back into him. 

“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?”

“Fucking hell, Jack, ah Jack!” You wrapped your legs around his body. “Oh my god!”

Once again, he sent an orgasm crashing through your entire body. Leaving you gasping for air as he crawled back up to you to admire his work. 

“Come here, want you to taste yourself for me.”

He crashed his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue all the way into the back of your throat. 

He pulled off of you, “You need a second before we keep going?”

“No but, you’re going to when I finish with you.”

You pushed him off of you and onto his back. You leaned in, brushing your hand softly, over the strain in his briefs, the curve of seven-and-a-half inches compacted against the fabric of his briefs. 

“Lets get rid of these.” You pulled his briefs down to see his cock springing out, slapping against his stomach. You were drooling for him. 

You grab him with one hand and spit on it. Rubbing your saliva up and down his already throbbing cock.You kiss the tip before sucking on his head. 

“Just like that sweetheart, keep going for me.” Seeing Jack beg was a rare occurrence and you were eating it up. “Fu- fuck, oh god please.”

You pulled your mouth off and grabbed his cock with your hands, feeling every vein in him pulse against you. 

“You gonna finish for me baby?”

He grabbed all your hair in one hand. “Put me back in your mouth right now and I’ll show you.”

You moaned onto his member, fighting the urge to swallow him whole and suck every last drop of his cum out of his cock. You brought your hand to his balls, gently squeezing them, making him push himself further down your throat.

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” He pulled your hair tight, letting out noises that you’ve never heard from him before. He came hard, shooting himself into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down once more before crawling up to him, his cum dripping from the corner of your mouth dow not your chin. You wiped yourself with your thumb and sucked on your fingers while he watched. 

“You taste so good for me.” 

“Fucking hell babygirl.” 

“Yeah? You need a second?”

“Fuck no.” He flipped you over with no hesitation. Like you were nothing to him. The weight of his body fully on top of you. His sweat mixing with yours.

“Remember, I stopped taking my birth control Jack.”

“I don’t fucking care, I need to feel myself inside of you right now. I’ll go slow,” he promises, lips kissing yours, “You won’t have to worry about a thing babygirl. You just tell me if it’s too much.” Your heart flutters at his words. 

He holds his frame above you, both arms holding himself up around you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you want it closer.

You lift your mouth and kiss him, his tongue licking the insides of your mouth. His hands move down your body, knees digging into the mattress to keep himself steady.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want you to fuck me Jack. Please. I need you inside of me.”

One hand reached down to grab his cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding just the tip in. Your moans filled the room as he slid further into you. 

In and out. Your body’s syncing up perfectly as he thrusted himself all the way inside of your soaking wet pussy. You dug your nails into his back. You threw your head back, closing your eyes as he pounded himself into you. His balls slapping against you with every thrust. 

He wrapped his hand around your throat once again. “You want me to keep going, you better keep those pretty fucking eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes to find in staring into you. His eyes dark. His chain swinging in front of you, hypnotizing you. 

He leans his head back, almost like he's fighting the orgasm, trying to make the moment last as long as his body will allow. 

“Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum," he groans.

"Want you to cum, Jack. Want you to fill my pussy," you whine. Your words whimpering, practically begging, music to his ears. 

"You want me to fill you up babygirl?” his hands tighten their grasp around your neck. "You want me to cum inside you?”

“Please Jack, I need it. Put a baby in me," you say, not even thinking twice about it. You need him, all of him.

“You want me to breed you, babygirl? You want me to fill you up and give you a baby?"

As your whimpers gets louder he takes your hand and guides to your lower belly, pressing together with his hand on the place where his tip bulges from inside of you.

“Ah, fuck babygirl, come on, cum with me.” 

“Ja-Jack, oh god!”

He fall onto your body, his thrust became sloppy as he groaned into your ear. His breath hot against your flesh.

With his last thrust, he gently kissed your lips. “You’re so good to me babygirl. There you go, so glad I finally got to cum inside you”, he places a kiss on your forehead. “Think I’m going to have to start working out more to keep up with you babygirl.”

“Wish you could just stay inside of me forever.”

“I’m sure we could arrange that.” He laughed. 

He sucked on your neck some more while you could feel his cock soften inside of you. He finally pulled himself out of you. He lowered his hand and put it on your cunt. 

“Wanna keep her full. Don’t want you to ever forget how she feels with me swimming inside of her.” He dragged the dripping cum back up before putting a finger inside you once more. You let out a loud moan before he pulled out of you. 

He threw his body next to yours and let out a sigh. “Jack, I don’t think I can even walk right now. Trust me you don’t have to worry about me forgetting who I belong to.”

“I thought about this since the last moment we were in bed together. Guess all that waiting was good for something.”

“You could let the do all the work next time, you know?”

“You got a deal babygirl. Shit, I would’ve proposed a long time ago if I knew I was going to get the best sex of my life out of it.”

You crawled onto him, resting your head on his bare chest. 

“You know, not to ruin the mood or anything but, Langdon mentioned the paper you shoved back into your pocket earlier. Don’t know if you want me to read it.”

“Yeah I figured he would.”

“So are you gonna let me read it? Is it the same thing you said tonight or?”

“Well yes and no. It’s not technically a proposal written on there. Might actually be better if you read it the day we get married.”

“You want me to wait until the day of our wedding to read it?”

“I mean, I’ll hide it if you don’t trust yourself to not read it. But please, for the love of god, don’t go around asking what’s in it.”

“No, it’s okay, I think I’m starting to like surprises now.” You laughed. 

With his crooked smile, he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too Jack. Until the end.”

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Six Weeks Later

You’d be feeling off the past few weeks. You chalked it up to the stress of realizing you were going to have to plan out a whole wedding while working as a full time night shift attending. And now Jack wants to go house hunting. 

“Hey! You alright in there? We gotta go before we’re late!” Jack knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Jack, I don’t know if I’m going to make it in tonight. Can you come in here please?”

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head around first. You were sitting on the floor against the shower tub next to the toilet. Fully dressed and ready to go to work.

“Jesus Christ, are you alright??” He ran up to you. 

“Well, I just threw up and feel slightly better but, this nausea is just something else right about now.”

“You think you’re alright to be going to work like this?”

“Yeah I think I’ll be fine just need to take some Zofran or something and I should be able to push through. Don’t want you guys to have to work short tonight. I don’t know maybe it was your cooking.”

“You said it was good…”, he sighed as he helped you up off the cold bathroom floor.

“I don’t know just nauseous really. That’s it. This wedding planning is going to give me an ulcer Jack.”

You somehow made it through the entire shift without vomiting on a patient. But by the time handoff came around, you were struggling just to breath. 

Once you were done, you sat at the nurses station in the corner, waiting for Jack. You put your elbows on your knees and your head down into your hands.

“God you look so pale. Don’t go passing out on me now.” He walked up to you. 

“Can you just help me to the bathroom before I throw up all over the floor please?”

He walked you over and as soon as the door was open to the single stalled bathroom, you ran inside. Swinging your arm back to shut the door before he could see you throwing up yet again.

He could hear you in there and immediately followed you inside. “Fucking hell, again. Are you pregnant or something?” 

You glared up at him, “I don’t know but, something’s wrong Jack.”

“Are you late?”

“Jack I don’t know. I’m never even regular. I don’t fucking know.” You looked up at him and wiped the cover of your mouth.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down, we’ll be okay no matter what’s going on.”

“I think we need to go buy some tests.”

“Shit.” His eyes widening as his jaw practically fell to the floor. 

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Woooo! Chapter 3! Wrote most of this while watching the MET Gala looks and honestly all the hot people make it so much easier to write lol. But I really hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! Keep an eye out for the next chapter to find out where this one is going! ;) 

Thank you to the like 4 people that asked for more! This one is for you guys!

[yukioos]

I luv luv bakugo sm, my precious boy. I want to be smothered kisses from him

unexpectedly getting smothered in kisses by katsuki

katsuki had been feeling odd around you, more warm, even a tad bit more violent, yet without the intent to hurt you. he didn’t want to harm you in any way, but he needed to get his feelings out somehow. there was something about you that made him blush, made him flustered, and made him want to bash his fist into the wall.

you were adorable. the way you adoringly looked up at him when he was talking drove him mad, and how the sparkle in your eyes always stood when he was there. occasionally, when you would eat, a couple of crumbs or sauce would stay on the corner of your lip until you licked it up, giggling once you saw yourself in the mirror.

he loved how you curled up into a ball in bed when you were cold, or in a starfish position when you were overheated. sometimes when you were tired in class, you would be seen passed out, head and arms on your desk with a bit of drool down your chin.

but when he hesitantly explained his feelings to you, you thought it was cuteness aggression. the way he described how he felt when you did all those things, his cheeks would tint into a reddish color, and he would avert his gaze, it seemed like you were right.

katsuki remembered you saying those words a few times. cuteness aggression. you said it once you saw him pouting for the first time, and he had a slight frown on his face, and his eyes stared at the ground. he also recalled you ranting about how puppies and kitties were adorable, how you wished you could adopt all of them, and how whenever baby animals would try to growl or roar, they would fail, and how adorable it was when they did.

throughout everything you explained to him, katsuki still didn’t understand how to deal with it. it didn’t feel like a negative thing, he wasn’t complaining about it, but he sure as hell was confused.

so when he saw you putting a new shirt you bought over your head, and you twirled around, giving him a full 360 of your outfit, his heart warmed. small, uncontrollable sparks came from his hands, causing you to pause and stare at him with confusion.

you tilted your head and asked, “baby, you okay? there’s little explosions coming from your hands. please don’t burn my covers or put holes in them—“

he cut you off when he gently tugged you by your arm onto his lap, where he placed his hand on the back of your neck, and pressed his lips onto yours. he kissed you repeatedly, and you whimpered into the unexpected kisses. he began to kiss you all over your face, gripping your thigh and rubbing it like his life depended on it.

his lips tickled your cheeks and neck, causing you to softly giggle and smile. you brought your hand up to katsuki’s soft cheeks and grabbed them, squeezing them together. he paused and pouted, not kissing you anymore. he was so adorable.

but once he let go, he immediately tackled you onto the bed, hearing your laughs and yelps as he placed kisses all over your body.

katsuki could never get enough of you.

this req was so fun to write. hope you like it, this was a great idea! ahh, it’s been so while since i’ve posted a katsuki writing

[jo-speaks]

Jealous Quinn Jealous Quinn I beg

CAN HE TOUCH YOU LIKE THIS?

overview: your past hookup gets quinn riled up.

warnings: 18+ content below. mdni. mentions of alcohol consumption, poor past hookups (sorry jack), unprotected sex, etc.

note: this request is from january… anyway! also, not proofread </3

Parties at the lakehouse weren’t uncommon. If anything, they were expected. Jack was always the usual planner, his lack of college frat parties making him compensate with the loudest, most entertaining functions. 

As a usual guest at the house, your invitation was always the first to go, considering you practically lived with the Hughes boys the second their seasons ended, your parents having been friends for a lifetime and some. You were closest with Jack due to age, but Quinn had always felt like something more than to label him ‘just a friend’.

Currently, you were sitting on the couch, legs draped over Jack’s as you both drank from your red solo cups and engaged in the conversations you could hear over the music.

Quinn sat on the other side of you, your head resting on his thigh as you put your cup on the ground. His free hand mindlessly dropped to yours, bringing it up to your shoulder so he didn’t have to reach down. It wasn’t romantic, it was strictly platonic. While he wasn’t off limits, you knew him well enough to know that this is how he felt the most grounded in an overwhelming scene.

“All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t be too happy if the guy I was talking to ghosted me out of nowhere.”

Your words were directed towards Trevor, a usual suspect when it came to leaving his trail when it came to summer hookups. The conversation had started when he began talking about some girls he had hooked up with in LA before flying to Michigan, getting looks from you and Quinn at the way he overshared about his experiences. 

Trevor scoffed, taking a sip of his drink, “Yeah, well, you’re a girl. Of course, you think that way.” 

Jack rolled his eyes, “Or maybe she just has decency? C’mon, Trev. You gotta admit, you sound pretty messy right now.” 

“Obviously you would say that,” Trevor retaliated, “You wouldn’t get it. You and Y/N hooked up and are still friends.”

You nearly choked on your spit, the shock on everyone’s face making yours feel suddenly warm. Jack squeezed your shin, deciding whether he should laugh it off and move on or explain how it didn’t mean anything to either of you. Unfortunately, Trevor’s words had struck a different brother in a distasteful way. 

Quinn’s hand tightened its grip on yours, squeezing your fingers as if you were going to get up and run away. He didn’t picture it, he just pictured you. 

How did you react? Did you like it? Would you do it again? 

Do you like Jack?

He could feel the jealousy coursing through his veins; the mere idea of his younger brother seeing you in your most vulnerable state plagued his mind. He knew Jack. He knew that most of his hookups were centered on his pleasure, not the girls. Did he even care to make you cum?

Your bubbly voice pulled him out of his spiral, “One time thing when we were eighteen, Trev. Get over it.” The sound of your laughter pulled everyone out of the awkwardness, treating the conversation as if it had never stunned you into silence. “Plus, it didn’t mean anything anyway.” 

“Oh, it’s like a dagger in my heart.” Jack teased, playing into it. 

Quinn, on the other hand, was having none of it. He sat you up, letting go of your hand. “I think I’m gonna call it for tonight.” His tone was short and snappy, as if someone had just insulted him. 

It was impossible to notice the way he weaved himself past the group sitting at the bottom of the stairs, making his way up to his bedroom before shutting the door. While Trevor and Jack returned to their conversation, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with the man upstairs.

“I’ll be right back.” You excused yourself, shifting your legs off of Jack’s lap and trailing the same path Quinn had taken to his room. 

The party downstairs was disregarded when you knocked twice on the door, turning the knob before he ever gave you the go ahead. Quinn was never one to lock his door, but he couldn’t say he was upset at you when you switched the lock as you stepped in and closed the door behind you. His eyes locked with yours for a moment before going back to stare at his TV. 

You let out a sigh. “You okay? You kinda upped and bolted in here.” He didn’t get the chance to answer before you sat down on his bed, crawling over to where he lay, “Was it the hookup talk? I swear I was gonna tell you, but-”

He cut you off with a scoff, shaking his head before looking at you, “It’s not that.” 

Your head tilted at his statement, “Then what’s wrong?”

Quinn sighed, his arm coming across to drape over your shoulders as he pulled you closer into his body, “I hate thinking about the fact that he didn’t take care of you properly.” You weren’t sure what you had expected him to say, but it hadn’t been that. He chuckled at your shocked expression, your eyes shifting between his as you processed his words. 

“What?”

“Y/N, be real. Did he even make you cum? Or did he just make you so tired of him that you faked it?”

His vulgarity stunned you even further into silence. On some level, though, his words had truth. Jack hadn’t made you finish when you hooked up, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt because “He was eighteen, Quinny. He didn’t know what he was doing.”

Still, your defense didn’t make the anger brewing inside him simmer down one bit. Before you knew it, his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you up onto his lap so you straddled him. “Let me show you what he should’ve done, yeah?” 

Your brain short-circuited. Were you hearing him correctly, or were you just turned on by the way he was determined to prove he was better than Jack? Before you could process your own question, you were leaning forward, capturing his warm lips in a heavy kiss. 

Quinn flipped you both over, finding his comfort in being on top of you rather than below. His lips moved in sync with yours, his tongue already pleading for entry, which you gladly granted. You could feel his knee pushing your legs apart, the skirt you had chosen to wear for the now long forgotten party giving him easy access to press his knee against your warmth. 

You gasped softly at the pressure, your hips instinctively rocking towards it as you felt his lips travel down to your neck, finding a spot and suckling on it.

“Did he do this for you?” He asked in a quiet voice, “Did he make sure you were this wet before even trying to fuck you?” 

A whine slipped past your lips in response, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders as you sped up your movements. Quinn brought one hand down, fingers bruising your hip as he stopped you from moving. “Words, baby. Tell me.”

“N-no.” 

Quinn hummed, “No?” 

“No, he didn’t.” You groaned, trying to move your hips again, but to no avail, “Please let me move, Q. Please.”

Satisfied with your words, he loosened his grip, letting you grind against his sweatpants-covered leg again. He was hypnotized by the small furrow in your eyebrows as you started to feel your orgasm build, the way your breaths started to come out in soft pants rather than big huffs. It was the small details that told him exactly what you wanted, what you needed. 

He pressed his leg up closer to you, intensifying the pressure that sent your head reeling. Your eyes struggled to find his, the urge to close them becoming overwhelming. But you did yourself a favour, keeping eye contact as you got closer and closer.

“Quinn,” You moaned, biting down on your lip to maintain yourself quiet enough so that the guests wouldn’t catch wind of what was happening upstairs. “Gonna cum.” 

The look on his face was unforgettable. He was proud of himself. Proud he had you so desperate underneath him that you were getting off by using his body. Proud he got you there, unlike your past experiences with Jack. It was pure pride and satisfaction, and fuck did it feel good. 

“Atta girl, sweetheart.” He praised, whispering in your ear. “Let me feel you cum all over me before I’ve even fucked you.”

His words sent you over the edge, his ego rising as he could feel the way your fingers tightened on the skin of his shoulders, the way your body shook gently as you dampened your panties and his pant leg. He was learning all your tells, something he knew no one had bothered with before. 

He kissed your cheeks, meeting your lips as his hushed words guided you through your orgasm. Your body was hot against his as he stripped off your skirt and damp panties, following suit and revealing his body to you. As you calmed down, your bleary vision cleared up just in time to stop him from pulling off his pants, your hand covering his that sat on his waistband. 

Quinn stopped moving, smirking at you as he took your wrist, placing it where his was previously, and lifted both hands up. He watched as your mouth all but watered as you pulled down the fabric, exposing his navy blue boxers and the bulge that threatened to tear through the cotton. He stepped out of them as you stared in awe, amazed at the dark, wet patch that was barely noticeable due to the colour. 

You reached for it, your hand cupping around his cock as he let out a soft groan, anchoring himself back onto the bed as he took your hand and pinned it over your head. His lips were back on yours instantly, his lips moving with more frevour than they had before, as if it was his last chance at kissing you. 

His hand reached down for his cock, stroking his length briefly as he slapped his tip against your swollen clit, whines escaping your lips at the inconsistent pressure. His actions showed no signs of a rush, but your body was so desperate to have him inside of you that you could barely control your words as they slipped out.

“Please just fuck me,” You begged, “Know you can do it better than him, Q.”

Those words cracked him because before you knew it, he slipped in with one harsh thrust, filling you up so quickly that you had no choice but to scream. Quinn covered your mouth with his hand, wanting to reserve your noises for no one else but him. 

You watched with wide eyes as his jaw fell agape as he started to move, his thrusts speeding up as your arousal coated his cock, making it easier to move. His hand came off your mouth, a rookie mistake because the second he did, you sang his praises.

“So, so big, Quinn.” You babbled, your cock-drunk mind focused on nothing but the way he hit all the right spots so effortlessly, like he’d mapped out your body to the tee. “Oh my- fuck! Best I’ve ever had, please don’t stop.”

His cock twitched at your words, his hand lifting your shirt as he leaned down to scatter kisses across your chest. “You feel so fucking good, pretty girl.” He targeted your nipple, pinching one while he swirled his tongue around the other, switching constantly as he felt you clench around him. “Pussy was fucking made for me.”

He could feel the way your body tensed up again, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as you slammed your hands down on his sheets, pulling the cover tighter as he hit the spot that had your head falling back and your eyes seeing stars.

“You look so pretty,” He teased, speeding up his thrusts so you couldn't chirp back. “Bet he didn’t see you like this, huh? All fucked out underneath him?” Quinn’s words were poisoned with spite, fuming at the thought of someone missing out on everything you had to offer. “More for me, though, isn’t that right, baby?”

Your head nodded rapidly, words not coming as an option as you could feel your abdomen tighten the more he abused that spot inside of you with each thrust. You were pulled a little closer back to reality when you felt his finger flick your clit, the sudden action leaving your mouth to widen even further. 

“What did I say, hm?” He scolded, the pad of his finger now swirling rapid circles around your swollen bud, as if he was trying to keep you speechless. “Words, or you don’t cum.”

You whined, “All for you. I was made just for you, Q.”

He hummed in satisfaction, your words shooting straight to his cock as he kept his pace, feeling your body twitch underneath him as the knot in your stomach threatened to let go. “No,” Quinn breathed. “You cum with me or not at all, you got it?”

“Yes, sir.” The idea of keeping yourself teetering at the line of your orgasm felt like torture, but your mind had already adapted to Quinn’s rules, rewired to listen to him no matter how badly you needed to let go.

He groaned, the sound coming straight from his chest, as his fingers gripped your thighs, pushing them further back to push deeper into you. It was overwhelming, your walls spasming around him as you fought back your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to tip over that peak as he filled you up.

A few more harsh thrusts and he was right there with you, his forehead touching yours as he mumbled praise to you before saying, “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

And that was the only cue you needed. Your movements were involuntary, your back arching off the mattress and pressing your skin flush to his chest, your shooting up to tug his hair. He was no different, the way his muscles tensed and a sinful moan slipped past his swollen lips, his cum spurting into you as he tainted your walls white, filling you up to the point where it leaked out of you in drops.

You could feel his breath clashing with yours, the mixture of warmth bringing you comfort as you felt his cock soften inside of you, one of your hands coming down to cup his face. Your thumb rubbed the skin soothingly as he dropped his weight onto you, catching his breath and embracing your warmth.

“So,” You began, shifting that hand to toy with his now damp curls, “Was that you just trying to prove to me that you fuck better than your brother?” Quinn groaned into your skin, the vibrations tickling you slightly. He lifted his head, catching your gaze as you waited for his answer. 

“One, I knew I did. Two, no. I’ve been hoping you’d look my way since we were kids. But you were closer to Jack, so I don’t know. Didn’t wanna play the guessing game with you until I knew for sure.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “You could’ve said something sooner. It’s never felt like just a friendship with you.”

The relief that washed over him was visible, his body relaxed as he let out a sigh. Quinn had never thought he’d get to even have this conversation with you, so he cherished your response as if he’d forget it the next day. 

“Well, I’m saying something now.” He smiled cheesily at you as he leaned up for a quick kiss, which you gladly gave in to. “Let me take you out tomorrow?”

[rafesangelita]

♡ stepbro!rafe fingers you when he see’s that your bedroom door is open..

warnings: stepcest, slight mean!rafe, fingering, dirty talk

“are you sure you can’t come out with us tonight? it’s not like you to skip out on a party..” you sighed over the phone, acting as if you were annoyed to be left alone with him. “i really wish i could, but you know i’m stuck here house sitting with rafe.” kicking your feet back and forth, you smiled as you heard the familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, your door cracked just enough for him to pass by and see you in nothing but your black stockings. “ugh, whatever then, try not to die of boredom.” you laughed, rolling your eyes despite your best friend not being able to see you. “oh trust me, i won’t.”

rafe walked by just as you hung up your phone, his eyes doing a double take as he froze in the hallway. what the fuck? taking a few steps back, rafe peeked his head through the door only to be met with the sight of you sitting on your bed, completely topless and looking as pretty as ever. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! i could’ve had friends with me or something.” he cursed, a fit of butterflies erupting in your stomach when you saw him subtly lock your door behind him. “so? i’m sure they would’ve loved the show..” rafe scoffed, yanking your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed where he separated your thighs.

“yeah, i bet you would’ve wanted that, huh? you obviously get off on the attention.” he looked down, spreading open your slick folds. “getting caught by me turns you on this much?” you let out a shaky breath when he ran his fingertips down your slit, your lack of response making him curse in your ear. “answer me, you fucking slut. you get this wet at the idea of me finding you ready to use?” he squished your cheeks together, his digits prodding at your sticky entrance. “yes—!” you gasped when you felt him shove himself knuckles deep inside your cunt, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.

rafe’s thumb found your clit, your mouth falling open as your body jolted at the sudden friction on your sensitive bundle of nerves. burying your face in his chest, you moaned as the scent of rafe’s cologne filled your senses, his lips meeting your skin with sloppy wet kisses. “oh, fuckkk!” you squealed, your thighs shutting around his hand as the soaked noises of your cunt was loud enough for both of you to hear over your uneven breaths. rafe didn’t care about the stinging pain in his arm from you digging your nails into his flesh, he was far too busy watching the way your face twisted in pleasure.

“i’m not fucking you until you cum around my fingers,” he said through gritted teeth, “do you feel how hard you have me right now?” you palmed him through his shorts, his forehead collapsing in the curve of your neck. you felt the familiar tension starting to build in your core, your chest rising and falling as rafe continued rubbing hard circles around your clit, his fingers curling in a way that made you cry out. “oh!” you clung onto him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your high washed over you, your body trembling with over sensitivity.

rafe covered your mouth even though it was just you two at tanneyhill. “save your pretty sounds for when i fuck all the stupid thoughts out of your head.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[no-144444]

Can you write military!reader x f1!driver like they back from tour and surprises the driver persanely I would like to read Lando but you write with your fav driver ofc

home soil- m.verstappen

꩜summary: you surprise max with an early homecoming

꩜pairing: max verstappen x fem! sargeant! reader

꩜a/n: if there's anyone in the US military, sorry! i probs got something wrong about how it works- i'm irish so my b if i did!

Max hadn’t been looking forward to Miami. He knew the car would be shit. He knew he’d be fighting Lando on track. He knew Oscar would pass him. He knew everything in store for him, and he still had no word from you. You went off-grid 2 weeks ago. He had no idea where in the world you were. What you were doing. If you were safe. In all honesty, he hated your job. He hated being away from you for so long. He hated the amount of unknowns it came with. He hated it meant you had to stay in the US. He hated that it took him 4 months to convince you that he wanted you, and to have you believe him. 

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutter under his breath as he walked into his driver’s room. He could’ve ripped the thing apart. P4 in the race. He was pushing like crazy. 

“Alright?” your voice broke through every thought in his head and silenced them. You. You. Home. Safe. 

He didn’t care that he was sweaty. He didn’t care that he had media duties. He wrapped his arms around you, and for the first time in weeks, he finally relaxed. “You’re here,” he whispered like it wasn’t true. You chuckled against his skin, nodding into his neck. 

“And I’ll be in Imola too,” you smiled brightly as his eyes went wide, his hands cradling your face like you could break at any second. “Got my leave approved.”

“That’s brilliant, schatje!” he smiled, and pulled you in for a kiss. 

Max wasn’t known for keeping his calm. He was a racer, he won, and he didn’t care how many times he got in someone’s way. 

You kept your calm no matter what. Cool, calm, collected. Calm enough to pull the trigger of a gun on a person and not have it faze you. Calm enough to date an F1 driver and keep him stable. Calm enough to be here tonight, and not make it a big deal that Max Verstappen was your fiancé. You were strong too. Tough. Sure of yourself. He liked it. 

That’s why he didn’t feel the need to intervene when he saw you being chatted up by some sleeze. He just smirked as the man inched closer, it was free entertainment for the night, which was always necessary at F1 events. 

“I have a boyfriend,” you reminded the man who had been hounding you for the past few minutes. Fiancé, if we’re getting technical, but Max rarely did. 

Charles flashed him a smirk. “Going to go over there?” he questioned. 

Max shrugged. “If it gets boring,” he chuckled. “She can hold her own.”

“She’s scary,” Lando admitted. “First time I talked to her she threatened to break my arm.” 

“You were flirting with her,” Alex reminded him. “I remember how pissed Logan was.”

“Oh yeah!” Oscar laughed, nudging Logan (who was beside him). “And when you found out about Max and Y/n.”

“He went ballistic,” Lando laughed. “Almost killed his sister!” 

“It wasn’t that bad,” Logan defended, but even Max gave him a look. “Ok, but it is shitty to go after someone’s sister!” 

The group continued laughing as Max listened back in on your conversation. 

“Oh yeah?” the guy smirked. Was it Tim, or Tom? Either way, he was a dick. “I don’t see him.”

“Now you do,” Max interrupted, wrapping an arm around your waist and smiling in a polite ‘fuck off’ way. The man chuckled. He was some NFL player. “Have a good night-”

“Let the pretty lady decide for herself, thank you very much,” he smirked. You gagged. 

“I chose him,” you deadpanned. 

“You’re in McLaren merch,” he pointed out, flicking at the hat on your head. You felt Max stiffen beside you, you could tell he was holding himself back from a fist fight. As much as this guy deserved it, Max was no MMA fighter, and you didn’t really want to be the reason he got his shit rocked. 

“Yeah, my mate drives for them,” you shrugged. “Do we have a problem here?” you demanded. “Because if we do we can talk about it.”

“No problem sweetheart, just don’t know if he understands how to be with a real woman such as yourself. I don’t see you at many races-”

“No, you don’t. Usually because I’m fighting for your fucking freedom you ungrateful asshole,” you scoffed, flashing your military ID card. The colour drained from the guy’s face and, before he could speak again Max whisked you away and back to the table with the rest of the guys.  He watched as you joked and laughed with them, happy you were there in front of him. He couldn’t ask for much more. You were safe.

You were here.

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[rain-water-flowers]

Take You Down

WC: 1738

Synopsis: Hyunjin doesn't think anyone knows about your relationship. Enter Felix. Literally.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (you know better), dirty talk, desperation, very slight exhibitionism, very slight voyeurism, softdom!hyunjin, switch!felix? (maybe), sub!reader, reader is out of it for like half of the fic, jerking off, reader didn't explicitly consent to Felix watching but she's all for it, I think I got it all?

A/N: This was a request from a reader, soooo thank you! There was supposed to be some plot to this. That went out of the window when I started writing the smut. Im disappointed in myself, smh. Thanks to my beta @midnighthazee who continues to put up with my continuous smut writing. Enjoy!!

Y/n was excited when Hyunjin told her that the members were gonna be out for the day — everyone having schedules and being too busy to even think about being at home. Except for Hyunjin. 

He had just gotten back from a promotion video shoot for a skincare company. He had two days off before going back to his regular schedules, leaving him time to spend with y/n.

Hyunjin Do you wanna come over? The members are at schedules all day. I miss you…

Y/n had almost jumped for joy at that text. She hadn’t seen Hyunjin for a month now, starting to feel the distance drag on her. 

Y/n Of course! I’ll be over in like 30 I’ve been waiting to see you for weeks now :((

Hyunjin told her how much he missed her, and that he would cook her a nice big meal when she came over. They planned on watching a movie and cuddling until y/n inevitably had to leave before the members got back. 

He felt bad about keeping their relationship in the dark, but he feared that other people would make it seem like he wasn’t able to do his job if he was in a relationship. That’s how they always act, and he wanted to save y/n from the backlash they would receive — even from management. 

Y/n didn’t care, she wanted the whole world to know. The backlash didn’t matter, and if his managers wanted to scold them then they could scold them. It wasn’t going to keep y/n from being in his life either way. 

— — — —

When y/n had arrived at his dorm, she knocked softly and he opened the door eagerly. Hyunjin immediately took her into his arms and squeezed her so much she couldn’t breathe. 

“I missed you so much, baby.” He said, smiling brightly at her and taking her face in his hands. 

“I missed you too, so much.” She replied. She closed the distance between them and their lips met. 

It had been a month since they’d last seen each other, but now, finally alone, they couldn’t get enough of each other. 

Y/n moaned into the kiss, her fingers making their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Hyunjin was just as desperate, his hands roaming her body possessively as he guided her towards his bedroom. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you these past few weeks,” Hyunjin groaned against her lips, nipping at the bottom one. “Fantasized about having you in my bed again.” 

Y/n whimpered, arching into his touch. “Me too,” she breathed. “I need you so badly.”

They stumbled over to the bed, already tugging at each other's clothes. Y/n yanked Hyunjin’s shirt over his head trailing her fingers down his abs before untying the string on his sweatpants. 

Hyunjin groaned as he pushed her shirt up and off, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he rumbled, dipping his head to suck one into his mouth. 

Y/n cried out, her head falling back as pleasure raced through her. She kicked off her jeans leaving her bare except for her underwear. Hyunjin made quick work of that too, tossing it aside and exposing her fully to his hungry gaze. 

“Gonna worship every inch of you,” he promised, his voice roush with desire. “Remind you who you belong to.”

Y/n shivered at his words, the primal possessiveness in his tone making her pussy clench with need. “I’m yours,” she gasped. “Only yours.” 

Hyunjin smiled dangerously. He loved hearing those words from her. He pushed her back onto the bed, settling between her thighs and rubbing his hard cock against her dripping cunt. 

“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, reaching down to stroke himself. “Gonna fill you up so good, hm?” 

Y/n spread her legs wider, mind only focused on him and his words. His voice had a strong effect on her, and she could’ve sworn he was born a siren. 

She keened as he pushed into her slowly, his thick cock stretching her open and hitting all the right spots. He was so big it was hard not to. 

“Ah, fuck, yes,” Hyunjin hissed, starting to move faster after pulling out and pushing in once. “Take it all, baby.” 

He reached up and took her hands into his, interlacing their fingers and squeezing. Y/n could only moan in response, wrapping her legs around his hips as he pounded into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. 

They moved together like they were made for each other, and they were. Hyunjin fucked her so well, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine with every pass. Y/n arched her back, urging him on as she chased her release. 

They were so in their little world of pleasure, they didn’t hear the front door shut loudly, the automatic lock clicking into place. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the bedroom door open, Felix letting out a gasp as he saw the scene in front of him. 

Hyunjin noticed him when he gasped, not stopping his thrusts, and only looking in his direction to confirm his thoughts before turning back to his girl, thrusts turning rougher. 

Y/n made eye contact with Felix, unconsciously clenching around Hyunjin. He groaned and moved one of his hands from hers to wrap around her throat. 

“You see him over there, baby? See how desperate he looks just from seeing us?” Hyunjin whispered in her ear. Y/n let out a moan at the sight of him. 

“Looks like we’ve been made.” He said, an amused tone to his voice and a small smirk on his face. 

Felix finally came back to himself after what felt like an hour of staring at the unbelievably arousing sight in front of him. “I–I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you had company!” He rushed out, sounding stressed. 

All y/n could do was moan and lay there and take what Hyunjin was giving her. She was barely able to acknowledge the fact that he was saying anything, Hyunjin’s thrust feeling too good. 

“We were just getting started,” Hyunjin said, that addictive siren-like tone in his voice again. “Are you just gonna stand there? Grab a seat, hm?” 

Felix’s brain glitched.

He stuttered out a response, feeling hot all over. He walked over to the gaming chair in the corner of the room, sitting down and facing the scene in front of him. His dick was so hard in his jeans it hurt. 

Hyunjin turned his focus back to y/n, pounding into her at a ravenous pace. She was gonna cum soon. She could feel it building up and Felix’s presence wasn’t helping. 

Hyunjin could feel her squeeze around him. “So tight,” he groaned, extra loud for Felix. “Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asked, knowing she wouldn’t answer. She was barely present. 

Felix had taken off his jeans and pulled his cock out of his underwear. He was so hard and red and leaky. He had never been this turned on in his life. Hyunjin kept showering y/n in his dirty words and Felix was so embarrassingly close to cumming all over himself. 

It was made worse when Hyunjin looked his way, gripping y/n’s jaw and turning her head to face Felix. “Doesn’t she look so fucked out, Lix-ah?” 

Felix groaned loudly, taking in the pleasured look on her face and stroking his cock faster. Hyunjin smirked and brought his hand down to her throat, restricting her airflow. 

It took three more thrusts for y/n to squeeze around him harshly, moaning so loud throughout her orgasm that Hyunjin would have been afraid the neighbors would hear if he didn’t feel so good right now. 

He let out a loud groan at the tight feeling of her squeezing around his cock. Felix couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned loudly, pitch rising as he came all over himself. He was twitching, stroking himself through his orgasm and letting out soft little moans. 

Hyunjin came next at the sight of Felix cumming and the feeling of y/n squeezing around him. He moaned loudly, the sound tapering off into a groan as he filled her up, pumping into her and working himself through his orgasm. 

Y/n was so out of it, she didn’t even realize he pulled out, subconsciously clenching to keep his cum inside of her. 

“That’s a good girl,” Hyunjin said softly in her ear. 

Felix bit his lip nervously, waiting for Hyunjin to kick him out after he just walked in on them and jerked off to the sight of them. 

He didn’t though. He picked y/n up off of the bed and just as he reached the doorway of the bedroom, he turned back and jerked his head toward the hallway. “Come on,” 

Felix immediately got up and followed him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet as Hyunjin sat y/n down on the counter and started a bath for them. 

“How long have you known,” Hyunjin asked, squirting the bubble solution from the bottle into the water. 

“Maybe two months?” Felix said. 

Hyunjin nodded in understanding. “Do the others know?” 

“Not that I know of,” he responded, glancing over at y/n. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” 

“It’s okay, you were gonna figure it out sooner or later. My main problem is our management. They can be real assholes.” Hyunjin gritted out, walking over to y/n and lifting her off of the sink and into the bathtub. “Get in, Lix.” 

Felix stood and climbed into the tub, sitting opposite of y/n while Hyunjin sat behind her. “I won’t tell them. It’s not my business anyways.”

Hyunjin smiled at that, feeling his love for his band mate increase as he started to wash y/n off. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tell the rest of the group. They would all be supportive, and would back him when he inevitably told his managers. 

Little did he know, they already knew. Felix had been the last to find out. 

[natsaffection]

The Weight of You. | N.R

Older!Natasha x Younger!Reader

Warnings: AgeGap! (N= 32, R=22), Fluff, blood, character death

Word count: 2,3k

A/n: I was just in the mood for something soft again. There won’t be a part 2, just a little one-shot. Enjoy! 🫶🏼

There were few things in the world that could make Natasha Romanoff feel peace. Real peace. The kind that settled into her bones and stayed there, humming quietly beneath her skin.

You were one of them.

Natasha came home late that night. Another mission, another debrief, another carefully-worded SHIELD report she didn’t care to read. She was quiet when she stepped through the door, her boots barely making a sound on the hardwood. The apartment was dim, lit only by the warm flicker of candles on the coffee table. And there, buried under a pile of fluffy blankets on the couch, was you.

You had clearly tried to wait up. There was a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the floor, your laptop still playing something soft and romantic. Your cheek was smushed against a pillow, mouth parted slightly in sleep, one arm flopped off the edge like a sleepy kitten. Natasha felt the smallest smile tug at her lips.

God, she’s cute, she thought. Then immediately: What has she done to me?

She moved quietly, slipping out of her jacket, careful not to wake you. But she didn’t get far, you stirred, blinking blearily, and gave the sleepiest, happiest little smile when you saw her.

“‘Tasha..!” you murmured, reaching out, fingers barely brushing Natasha’s wrist. “You’re home.”

“I am.” Natasha said, brushing a hand through her hair, still damp from the rain. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” you said, clearly lying, and then yawned so hard your eyes teared up. “Just resting my eyes.”

“Mm-hm.” Natasha teased, but she leaned down anyway, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Or..” you mumbled, tugging her down instead, “you could stay here with me.”

So Natasha stayed. Let herself be pulled into the cocoon of blankets and tangled limbs. You curled against her like it was the most natural thing in the world, legs thrown over hers, arms wrapped around her middle. Natasha ran a slow hand up and down your back, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath your skin.

“You’re always so warm..” you whispered, half-asleep again. “Like a sexy space heater.”

Natasha laughed quietly, the sound rare and real. “That’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“Good.” you said proudly, nuzzling into her neck. “You deserve all the compliments. Even the weird ones.”

Another night, you ended up in the bathtub. It had been your idea, of course. After a particularly long week for both of you, you had pulled Natasha into the bathroom with a mischievous grin and a bag of pink bath salts that smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

“This is self-care.” you had declared. “Non-negotiable.” And Natasha, somehow, always found it impossible to say no to you.

Now you were submerged in hot, sweet-smelling water, Natasha with her back against the cool porcelain, you lying in front of her, head tilted back against her shoulder. The air was thick with steam and soft music played from a phone on the counter.

You had a ridiculous flower crown perched on your damp hair, an impulse buy from the store that you had insisted you needed.

“You look like a goddess..” Natasha said, voice low in her throat.

“I am a goddess..” you replied dramatically, striking a pose and nearly splashing water over the edge. “And you’re my mighty protector. My bodyguard-slash-lover-slash-personal foot rubber.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, but her hands were already massaging gentle circles into your shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

“Don’t I know it.”

There was a silence then. Not uncomfortable, never uncomfortable, but one filled with quiet affection. Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple, breathing you in.

“You make everything feel easier.” she said, almost to herself.

You turned slightly, looking up at her with those wide, kind eyes. “You don’t have to be strong with me all the time, you know..” you whispered. “You can just…be.”

And Natasha, who had never in her life known what it was like to just be, felt something loosen in her chest.

This, cuddles on the couch, bubble baths and laughter, sleepy kisses and soft smiles, this was the life she never thought she’d have. The life she never thought she deserved. But you gave it to her anyway. Over and over again. And Natasha, for once, allowed herself to accept it.

It was in the way her eyes softened when you entered the room, how her posture, so often honed into a blade, became something tender in your presence.

You brought with you a kind of light that Natasha hadn’t known she needed. It wasn’t loud or demanding. It didn’t scorch. It warmed. A steady heat that thawed the ice buried deep in Natasha’s bones, the kind of ice that came from years of silence, from red ledger pages and missions that had no clean endings.

You were opposites in so many ways. You were warmth, laughter, soft hands brushing away the darkness. You were sunlit mornings and coffee that always tasted better because you made it. Natasha was shadow, precision, instinct. She was the one who checked the exits out of habit, who barely flinched at explosions, who knew twelve ways to break a man with her bare hands. And yet, when you touched her cheek and said, “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me.” Natasha almost believed it.

Everyone saw it. They saw it in the way Natasha would find you in a crowded room without even looking. In the way her hand would reach for yours under tables, just the brush of fingers like a secret shared in silence. They saw it in the rare smile that would bloom on Natasha’s face, small, fleeting, but real, when you told some dumb story about a grocery trip gone wrong or when you mispronounced some obscure Russian word on purpose just to tease her.

Steve once caught you in the kitchen late at night. You were wearing one of Natasha’s hoodies, too big on your shoulders, sleeves dangling past your wrists as you stirred tea. Natasha leaned against the counter, arms crossed, saying nothing, just watching you with that look. The kind of look that made Steve feel like he was intruding on something holy.

“She makes her laugh.” Steve said to Sam later that night. “Actually laugh. Like…full smile, relaxed shoulders, the whole thing.”

“I didn’t think Romanoff could do that.” Sam replied, eyes wide. “Thought she was permanently stuck on ‘deadly’ and ‘brooding.’”

But around you, Natasha wasn’t the assassin, wasn’t the spy, wasn’t the ghost of her past mistakes. Around you, she became someone else. Someone softer. Someone freer.

You never pried about the past. You knew it was there, knew it haunted Natasha in ways you’d never understand, but you never pushed. You just offered your presence like an open door, always waiting, never pressuring. And Natasha, who had spent a lifetime with secrets stitched into her skin, began to let them go, one at a time, like petals falling from a tired flower. She told you things. Little things at first. Then bigger ones. Then the things she thought she’d carry to the grave.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Natasha would wake from a nightmare, breath caught in her throat, fists clenched in sweat-damp sheets. And you would be there, whispering softly, wrapping her in arms that felt like home. “You’re here.” you would say, voice like silk. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

And Natasha would believe you. They were love in a world that didn’t always make room for softness. And yet, they carved it out anyway. Quiet, steady and real.

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The sky over New York was burning.

Explosions bloomed in the distance like flowers made of fire. The streets screamed with sirens and the shriek of metal. Above, portals cracked the sky open, spilling Chitauri like insects from some rotted hive. Buildings crumbled. Cars flipped. Civilians ran, wide-eyed and bleeding, from the monsters that tore through their world like paper.

“Okay, who gave the aliens a cheat code?” you muttered, ducking behind a flipped taxi. “Ten out of ten for chaos, zero for originality.”

Natasha glanced at you, breathless. “Stay focused, Y/n.”

“I am focused!” you said, peeking out to shoot down a flying hovercraft. “But you gotta admit this feels a little too ‘Avengers..Endgame’ meets Independence Day? No?”

Natasha gave the smallest shake of her head, lips twitching. “Only you would be cracking movie references while New York’s being torn apart..”

“Yeah, well…” You turned to smile at her, cheeks flushed with adrenaline. “You love that about me.”

You turned, grinning, cheeks streaked with soot, blood speckling your jaw. Your eyes sparkled even in the carnage.

Natasha didn’t say anything. Just looked at you for a moment..really looked. Because even covered in ash, even armed to the teeth in a bulletproof vest and scorched gloves, you looked so young. You moved through it like it was a video game. Or that’s what you told yourself..

They moved. Together. Side by side, like always.

You were fast, light on your feet, quick with a blaster and quicker with your mouth. Natasha kept close, eyes scanning, watching your six. They worked seamlessly, like something rehearsed a hundred times over, but under the rhythm of their teamwork, Natasha felt it. That familiar weight in her chest. The one she only ever felt when you were in the field.

The fear. And then..They she saw it.

A little girl, no older than six, stood in the center of the street. Her arms were outstretched, face soaked in tears, hair tangled with ash. Behind her, a building groaned, a massive skyscraper whose side had been carved open by a leviathan moments ago. Smoke coiled from its wound. Chunks of rebar hung like ribs. And high above, a massive slab of concrete, easily the size of a truck, had cracked loose.

It was falling. Slow at first, then faster. Straight for the child.

“No…” you shouted before Natasha could grab you. You moved, too fast. Natasha’s hand snapped forward, trying to catch your wrist.

“W-What!” she barked. “Y/N, STOP-!”

Everything after that came in flashes. You sprinting through fire and smoke, your boots slamming the cracked pavement, your breath coming in frantic gasps. The child, frozen, screaming. The concrete slab above, snapping fully free with a sickening crack.

And Natasha running. “Y/N!!” she screamed, throat raw, sprinting as hard as she ever had. “STOP!!”

Time slowed, and you reached the girl, threw yourself forward, scooped her tiny body into your arms, and shoved her with everything you had. The child tumbled, safe.

You looked up, and the slab came down.

There was no sound at first. Just a sickening crunch that echoed like thunder in Natasha’s skull as the full weight of the stone hit you.

It didn’t bounce..It crushed. The world went quiet before it went cruel. It didn’t make a boom. Not at first. Just a sick, wet, final sound.

She turned her head away. Closed her eyes. Tried to erase it. Tried to unsee it. Tried to shove it into some corner of her mind where it wouldn’t shatter her.

You were gone. Natasha stopped. Stopped running. Stopped breathing. Her body jerked backward like she’d been struck. Her boots scuffed on the asphalt. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

No. That didn’t just happen. That didn’t-

She stayed like that for a breath. Maybe two. Then, slowly, trembling, she looked back. And the world split open. Beneath the massive slab of concrete, a pool of blood was spreading. Not a splash. Not a drop. A flood.

It seeped out from under the slab like oil, thick and dark, too much. Way too much. Crimson soaked into the gray pavement in slow, merciless ripples. Bits of fabric, charred and frayed, peeked out from under the edge.

The same fabric you had been wearing. No body. No movement. Just blood.. Everywhere.

Natasha staggered back a step, one hand clamping over her mouth. Then she dropped to her knees and vomited.

She retched hard, again and again, until her stomach gave nothing but bile. Her fingers scraped the pavement. Her breath hitched, caught, snapped.

She stared at the blood- your blood, and shook her head like a child refusing the truth.

“No. No no no no no-”

Then, the metal groaned again. The building above them, split open like a carcass, shuddered. Chunks of stone rained from the edges. The street trembled.

And still, Natasha didn’t move..She crawled forward on scraped hands and knees, toward the red..Toward the impossible.

“Y/n…” she whispered, voice cracked and broken. Steve appeared behind her and saw it. His face went pale, eyes wide, but he didn’t say anything at first.

He knew. He knew.

You were gone. Not buried. Not injured. Gone.

There was nothing left of you under that slab. Just blood. And Natasha, who still refused to believe it, reached the stone and tried to lift it. She pressed both hands against it, legs shaking, muscles straining, screaming in frustration.

“Come on, get up! Come on baby, you’re okay, you’re okay, just hold on, please-“

Steve stepped forward. “Natasha-”

“Don’t!” she shrieked. “She’s in there! She’s just hurt! I can get her, I CAN GET HER!”

“You can’t.” His voice cracked. “Nat..there’s nothing lef-“

“NO!!”

She turned on him, fists flying, hitting his chest over and over, screaming. “You don’t know that! You don’t KNOW! Let me- L-LET ME-”

But he grabbed her. Wrapped his arms around her and held tight. And when she finally collapsed into him, sobbing so violently she couldn’t breathe, he held her tighter..

The building began to collapse behind them. Dust surged like a wave, and still, she screamed for you.

Screamed like it would call you back from the dead. But there was no answer. Just blood on the pavement. And silence.

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The End :)

Part 2 (ups)

[simpurnatural]

"Ain't No Fling" | Oneshot

Sinners | Bo Chow X Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "I'm back! (again). You guys have no idea how hard my jaw dropped when this man was on screen. I was clutching my pearls!"

Warning(s): Spoilers, Smut, Language, Semi-Proofread

Even from down the road, the live music from the juke joint radiated, and it felt as though every note pulled you in closer.

“Miss Y/n,” Cornbread nodded as he rose from his post by the door.

“Cornbread, how ya doin’ these days?” You greeted warmly as he tipped his hat kindly.

“Mighty fine, expecting my missus to deliver any day now,” he smiled from ear to ear.

“Now if y’all need any baby watchin’ then knock on ma door anytime,” you offered before stepping into the joint.

The music seemed to flow through you as the crowd danced to the beat. You watched as Delta Slim and Sammie performed on the stage, earning hollers and cheers from the crowd.

Dryness tickled your throat, your feet carrying you to the bar where Annie stood keeping watch over the frying fish.

“I was hoping to see tonight,” she smiled as she reached her palm out to squeeze yours warmly.

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you assured, taking in the atmosphere around you. “The music, drinks, the food,” you sighed contentedly, “It must feel nice to have Elijah back,” you added.

“I don’t know if it’s a happy feeling’ or my head is achin’-trying to keep up with his business,” she replied with a tired but happy look in her eyes. “But don’t let my chatter stop you from having a good time,” she said, dropping more cuts of fish into the boiling hot oil.

“Annie you could never," you assured, grabbing a couple coins from your purse. "Just a beer for me please,".

"Comin' right up," she nodded as she counted the money and handed over the chilled bottle. "Enjoy yourself now," she jokingly instructed as you got up from your seat.

"I always do," you beamed before sashaying back onto the dance floor.

You watched as Sammie took his place on stage once more and began to sing, chills were sent down your spine. The room seemed to have moved in slow motion as everyone fell into the music.

Tipping the bottle against your lips, your body felt free and fluid. A tap on your shoulder pulled you from your trance. You met the trickster smile of Elias, alias and nickname - Stack.

"Glad you came out tonight," the younger twin grinned he gave a loose hug. "There's someone I want you to meet,' he said mischievously.

"You tryna get me into trouble Stack?" you replied back playfully as he guided you to the back of the old sawmill.

Pushing open a door, you were greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke and the man who had the white stick in his mouth. When his eyes set on yours, the cig bobbed a bit as his lips curled up.

He tossed his playing cards on the table, leaving the other players baffled. His eyes took in your body like drinking water in the dessert.

"Y/n, this is Bo Chow-he's a grocery owner," Stack chuckled as the man with jet black hair stood to his feet.

"And mighty handsome at that," You exhaled, offering your hand to Bo.

"Sure is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Y/n," Bo said as he brought your soft skin to his lips.

"You know about me?" you asked, Stack slipping out of the room sneakily.

"Sure do," Bo replied, "But you gon' know awful well of me by the end of tonight." he promised as he took the beer out of your other hand and took a swig.

"Boy don't play about a good time," you tsked as he put out his cigarette and set your bottle on the table.

"I ain't no boy," He corrected, "And I swear I ain't gonna disappoint," he added and took your hand-leading you deep into the busyness of the crowd.

The rhythm of the music and the soft haze due to the smoke made it all feel make-believe. Bo twirled you into his arms smoothly, your back pressed against his chest.

Your hands slithered behind you and combed their way through his hair. Bo couldn't help but let his own hands discover what could possibly be held captive underneath your dress.

His lips pressed lazy wet kisses against your neck, earning a gasp that erupted from your throat. It was as though you were in your own world and your core was just itching for more.

Bo spun you around-now both you facing one another. Without instruction, he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss you greedily allowed and met his lips halfway hungrily.

You felt him smirk against your lips and his palm traveled down the back of your dress. His grip hugging the curve of your ass gently.

"Can you handle all that?" you teased, taking a breather.

"Handle it? Baby it's mine now," Bo said coolly and you could've sworn he could sense the slick wet coating pooling in your undies.

In an quick act of boldness, your hands pulled him in by his shirt collar. Your lips hovered against his ear as you muttered, "Then come take it,".

Bo pulled away, searching your face for a dirty grin but he was met with a small smile and eye lashes batting slowly. As if your invitation didn't leave his length becoming more apparent underneath his slacks.

He had no hesitation in taking your hand once more and making his way out the juke joint with you. Cornbread chuckled as he moved aside from his post.

"Now ya'll be careful uh-uh," he warned jokingly, watching Bo whisk you away to his car.

"Pay us no mind Cornbread," you giggled as you swatted your hand in his direction. "You takin' me home?" you asked as Bo helped you into the backseat.

"We won't even make it home baby," he confessed, biting his lip at the sight of your dress sleeves beginning to slide down your arms.

After taking a quick look around through the windows, Bo slid unbuttoned his vest and joined you. You weren't sure if it was the heart beat in your chest or the pulsing of your cunt that made you shiver. But Bo took it up on himself to guide the sleeves of your dress all the way down to your ankles.

You whined as the air of the night surrounded you. Impatiently, you scooted closer to Bo but he placed his hand on your chest.

"Let me take in the sight honey," he asked, "Don't want you mistaken me for a fling," he sighed as he began taking of the rest of his clothes.

Your hand trailed up your back to unhook your bra, Bo watched wordlessly as it dropped into your lap. Your eyes continued to watch his as you kicked off your shoes and slid your panties down.

"Oh honey," he said breathlessly, leaning in to capture your lips once more.

You moaned as he pulled you into his lap and wet pussy dragging against his cock. With one hand supporting your back, Bo's other hand cupped your breast.

Breathing heavy, Bo motioned for you get up slightly as both of your eyes looked down. Your hand reached for his length, wanting to guide it into your cunt. Upon getting a hold of it, your wrist began sliding up and down.

Bo stifled a groan as he watched you begin to sink back down onto his cock. Your pussy tight and wet, making the feeling all the more satisfying.

"Baby-" he sighed, watching your ride him like a horse.

Tits bounced in his face as you bounced up and down. He was mesmerized by your body, every part of it. You watched him throw his head back, his hands beginning to guide your hips.

"You likin' this?" you groaned as your walls clenched around him, wanting to keep him inside you forever.

The rocking of the car caught the attention of other passer-byres. Cornbread however telling them to mind they business no matter how hard the vehicle swayed.

"Didn't even bother leavin' the car lot," he sighed, shaking his head at your's and Bo's recklessness

MAY 2025

[puck-luck]

Hi, Andy! Could I please get a cafe latte with cold foam for Quinn Hughes where he’s interested in trying something new, like a position or kink, I don’t have anything specific in mind but he’s very sweet about it. He doesn’t pressure at all but maybe it’s something he’s hinted to before.

hi! i chose "pussy worship" for this blurb because i think it's so quinn. this is very "kink negotiation" rather than tons of sex but i think that's just as sweet as sex can be :)

“Baby, are you going to stay down there all day?” you ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s hair.

He’s between shifts, laying with his head on your stomach instead of between your legs like before. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing steadily, rubbing his thumb over the inside of your thigh.

“I might,” he seems to wonder aloud. “I don’t know.” He blinks his eyes open and looks up at you, chin digging into your flesh. His facial hair rubs against your stomach, scratching you lightly. “Is that okay?”

His eyes are clear and sweet, somewhere between green and blue and gray in this light. It’s still early in the day, so he has plenty of time to stay where he is if he wants to.

“I knew you liked my pussy, but I didn’t know you liked it so much that you could stay there all day,” you jest with a smile on your face. Quinn has always been quite the munch, but there’s something in the air today that is almost palpable. He wants more than he’s letting on. 

He lays his head down again, this time on your thigh. “I don’t know,” Quinn mumbles. His fingers trail up your thigh and reach your folds, already sensitive from the previous head he gave you. His index finger parts them gently and he touches for only a second before pulling away. “Just appreciating you, is all.”

That’s his second ‘I don’t know’ in two replies. You touch his cheekbone, then his nose. “Are you still thinking about what you told me the other day?” you ask.

Quinn’s gaze flickers to you, then back down. “A little bit.” He seems almost shameful, although there’s no reason to be. 

“You can stay down there all day if you want,” you offer. “I think it’s sweet how you want to love on me, Q.”

He sighs. It's a big, heaving sound that deflates his whole body. “I don't think I explained it well,” Quinn says. “It’s not just wanting to eat you out because I love you. It’s deeper than that.” He continues toying with your pussy, feeling your juices start to coat his fingertips. He’ll spread your folds and let them fall back together, stroke his thumb over your clit and then remove his hand entirely. When he speaks again, he’s much more reverent. “I want to worship you.”

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for Quinn to continue.

He doesn’t make you wait long. “It’s not about… making you come. It’s not about tasting you. I need to…” he trails off, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

Your heart flutters. He’s so beautiful, his face shining with earnestness. 

A kiss lands on your clit, with Quinn shifting so that your thighs bracket him. “I just need this,” Quinn finishes. He traces your folds with the tip of his tongue and you start to see what he’s saying– he’s mapping your pussy, taking in every single nook and cranny and ridge and valley just because it feels right. It calms him, it centers him. It vitalizes him.

It’s not about pleasure, but that doesn’t mean Quinn doesn’t make you come. It’s just another movement, reaction, and taste for him to categorize. He stays between your legs for hours– genuine hours– and you have no idea how he manages to do this so long. It might clear his mind and wipe the slate clean and satisfy him on a level that supercedes sexual pleasure. You don’t know, but the serene bliss on Quinn’s face is enough for you.

[wbbfannnnnn13]

Motion Sick

pazzi series

Theme: homoerotic friendship in all it's messy glory... iykyk

A/N: My personal life is a hot mess and I needed to write some therapeutic angst. Not sure where this story is going to go, but it's going to be a slow burn, it'll get better eventually because I'm a hopeless romantic. I just don't know how often I'll update -- might depend on whether you like this or not?

Warnings: cussing

WC: 4.6K

**** Chapter 1 ****

The coffee isn’t working.

Paige knows this not because she’s finished half of it and still feels like her brain is running three seconds behind her body, but because she’s staring into the murky liquid like it holds some kind of cosmic answer, and all it’s doing is making her feel more nauseous. She shifts in the seat, blinking against the way-too-bright lights of the student center, her sweatshirt hood half-draped over her head in an attempt to block out the world.

Regret is a funny thing. It always hits in layers.

First, there’s the easy kind of regret—the kind you can trace back to one stupid choice. She shouldn’t have had that last tequila shot. Or the one before it. Honestly, she probably shouldn’t have gone out at all. But at 8:47 p.m., Amari had sent a text that just said “Thirsty Thursday 😈” and Paige barely hesitated.

She didn’t even respond. Just stood up, grabbed the cleanest jeans off her floor, and smeared on some mascara with the same mechanical energy she used to lace up sneakers before a game. Her limbs moved before her brain could argue. And maybe that was the point—maybe she didn’t want to think too hard about it. About what staying in meant. About how quiet her room had gotten lately. About how it’s easier to make noise than sit with silence.

So she went.

Now it’s 8:43 a.m., and her body feels like it was hit by a bus named Jose Cuervo.

She slumps lower in the armchair, tugging her hood a little tighter, phone glowing dimly in her palm as she scrolls Instagram reels she won’t remember watching. Somewhere in her peripheral vision, someone drops a backpack too hard and her head pulses. Everything feels too loud. Too sharp.

She should be in the gym. Correction: she wants to be in the gym. Correction: she can’t be in the gym.

Not really, anyway.

Her knee aches again, like it always does when she thinks too hard about the way things were supposed to go. It’s not the sharp pain anymore—just this low, nagging throb that lives there now, like a shadow she can’t shake. A ghost of the season she was meant to have. She shifts in the chair, trying to stretch it out, but nothing helps. Not really.

It’s junior year. The year she was supposed to lead. The year they were supposed to run it back, take what almost was and turn it into what should’ve been. She’d played through pain last spring, limping through the tournament with one leg and a lot of adrenaline, and she’d still nearly gotten them there. This year was meant to be the redemption. The banner year. Twelve.

But instead, she’s sitting in the student center at 8:47 a.m., head pounding, sweatshirt wrinkled and smelling vaguely like someone else's perfume—she doesn’t remember who, and she doesn’t care enough to figure it out. Half-hungover. Tired in a way sleep won’t fix. And mad at the world. Or maybe just at herself. She can’t tell the difference anymore.

The scroll continues. Likes. Highlights. People pretending their lives are together.

She thinks about turning her phone off. Maybe skipping class altogether. What’s one more absence in Family Interaction Processes? The idea of sitting in a circle and talking about “attachment theory in parent-child relationships” feels laughable. She can’t even attach to her own future right now.

So yeah. Maybe she just… won’t go.

Then it happens.

The laugh.

It floats in, sharp and sudden, before the doors even fully open. Light and familiar. Too familiar.

Paige’s stomach flips, slow and mean. Her hand freezes mid-scroll.

She doesn’t even have to look to know.

But of course she does.

Her head lifts before she can stop it—eyes flicking toward the entrance on pure reflex.

And there she is. Azzi.

Like the universe knew Paige was already on the verge of spiraling, and thought, you know what would be funny? Let’s really f**k her up today.

There’s a beat—maybe two—where Paige just watches. Where time slows, and everything else in the room goes fuzzy around the edges.

Azzi strolls in like a damn movie scene. Hair pulled back in that effortless way that always drove Paige crazy. UConn warmup hoodie unzipped just enough to reveal the fitted black crop top underneath. Surrounded by a crew of teammates like they’re all just living their best lives on a sunny Friday morning.

And then there’s him.

Derrick Fucking Jones.

Paige’s lip twitches before she can stop it. Of course he’s here. Of course he’s walking beside her—no, with her. Hand in hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like they fit. Like it’s always been him. And Azzi’s smiling—really smiling—like he just said something that made her laugh from the center of her chest.

It looks easy. Simple. The kind of moment you’d catch at the end of a movie, all golden light and soft focus, two people falling into step like it’s meant to be.

And Paige? She’s the one on the outside looking in. The one they cut to for a second too long—the sad ex in the background, watching it all unfold like a scene she was never written into.

Azzi laughs at something he says. The one Paige used to hear at 2 a.m., soft and sleepy, tangled somewhere between sheets and skin and promises they never said out loud. The one she could pull out with the dumbest joke, a look across the room, a meme sent with a single word: you.

And now it’s his. Or at least, it’s being directed at him. Her whole face lights up, dimples and all.

Paige feels the ache like a bruise being pressed. Old and buried, but never healed.

She yanks her hood further down, like maybe if she folds herself into this chair hard enough, they’ll all just walk past her. She’s not in the mood to play catch-up. Or pretend she’s okay. Or fake-smile through a conversation when she’s actively fighting the urge to throw up.

Her phone’s still in her lap, but her fingers have gone numb. Heart climbing somewhere into her throat.

And that’s when it happens—Aubrey spots her.

Of course, it’s Aubrey. Loud, observant, well-meaning Aubrey, who probably didn’t think twice before saying something to the group.

Paige doesn’t have to hear it to know. She sees the slight shift in posture. Aubrey’s arm gesturing. Caroline looking over next. Then Derrick. Then—

Azzi.

Their eyes meet like magnets that forgot how to unstick. And for a second, it’s like Paige forgets how to breathe.

Azzi’s smile fades. Just a flicker. Barely enough to catch unless you were looking for it.

And Paige always is.

There’s too much history in that split-second glance. Too many late nights and drawn-out silences. Too many “what are we?” conversations that circled the truth but never landed. Too much that was never said out loud, and even more that was.

And now all of it lives right there in the space between them.

Unsaid. Unresolved.

Unmistakable.

Paige forces herself to move.

She stands slowly, her knee stiff and unforgiving, throbbing in rhythm with the headache pounding behind her eyes. A full-body reminder of every bad decision she made last night—staying out too late, drinking too much. She grabs her coffee like it’s armor, like maybe it can steady her hands or mask the way she’s unraveling from the inside out. 

She nods once in their direction—cool, detached, like yeah, I see you but we’re not doing this today—and tips the cup toward them in a mock toast.

Then she walks.

Or limps, technically, but she’s trying real hard to make it look like swagger.

As she passes, the space between her and Azzi feels like static. Like the second she crosses the invisible threshold of proximity, the whole world holds its breath.

Azzi looks at her.

Paige looks back.

She wishes she hadn’t.

Azzi’s expression is unreadable, but her eyes are soft. And maybe that’s worse.

Paige doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t let herself feel the full weight of the eye contact burning into her back.

She does, however, catch Caroline’s voice—sharp and way too loud:

“Damn. She looks like shit.”

Cool. Thanks for that.

Paige clenches her jaw, ignoring the way her stomach turns again. She tightens her grip on her coffee and pushes through the student center doors like they wronged her personally.

She doesn’t stop walking until she’s out in the cold morning air, hoodie still half on, knee screaming, heart pounding, and the bitter taste of coffee and something much worse lingering at the back of her throat.

Paige exhales a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding in. It’s shaky. Sharp. Cuts through her chest like glass.

She presses a hand to her stomach. Something tight coils low—nausea, regret, grief, shame. Could be all four. Her mouth tastes like acid and disappointment.

Why do I feel like I’m gonna throw up?

Is it the tequila still hanging around like an unwanted party guest? The venti iced coffee churning in her gut like cement? Or is it just—Azzi?

She blinks hard against the sunlight and veers left, scanning frantically for somewhere—anywhere—to get sick without making a scene. Her eyes land on a trash can just outside the library steps.

Barely makes it.

She leans over, hoodie sleeves bunched at her wrists, and throws up everything—coffee, milk, espresso, and whatever fragments of composure she had left. It comes up quick and bitter, and when it’s over, she’s left with her palms braced on the concrete, breathing heavy and eyes stinging.

Perfect. Really killing it today.

“Uh—are you okay?”

A voice. Neutral. Some kid in a beanie, looking mildly alarmed and also deeply unsure of what to do.

“I’m fine,” Paige mutters, wiping her mouth with the inside of her sleeve. “Bad coffee.”

The kid nods slowly, backing away like she might infect him with whatever brand of chaos she’s carrying.

Paige doesn’t blame him.

She stands, barely, and starts walking. Not toward class. Not toward anything productive.

Just… away.

Screw Family Interaction Processes. Screw being seen. Screw this whole damn morning.

Her dorm is too warm when she gets back. Too still. That kind of suffocating quiet that makes your thoughts louder. She peels off her hoodie, kicks off her sneakers, and crawls into bed fully clothed.

Head against the pillow. Eyes closed.

Please. Just an hour of sleep. A pause. A reset.

But her brain—traitor that it is—doesn’t cooperate.

Because of course it doesn’t.

Instead, like a scratched record, her mind queues up the scene she’s watched a thousand times before. Every blink brings it back sharper.

The night everything changed.

Paige turns over in bed, pulling the blanket over her head like it could block the memory out.

But it’s too late.

It’s already started playing.

One Year Ago

The lights inside Ted’s were low, but everything about Azzi still found a way to glow.

Paige leaned against the bar, half-sipping a drink she didn’t really want, the condensation soaking into her hand. The music was loud enough to drown out her thoughts—almost. The kind of bass-heavy, shoulder-to-shoulder chaos that used to feel like escape, but tonight just made her feel stuck. Like she couldn’t breathe right.

She spotted Azzi across the room before she even realized she was looking for her.

Same UConn hoodie. Same easy posture. That half-laugh she only gave to people who didn’t know how complicated she was underneath it all.

And then—him.

Some guy. Tall. Smiling at her like he was winning something. Paige had no idea who he was, and honestly, she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the way Azzi tilted her head back laughing at something he said. The way her hand brushed his arm as if it meant nothing. As if it always meant nothing.

Paige felt it in her chest—tight and sudden.

Not because it was new.

But because it wasn’t.

Because this had become a pattern. Azzi flirting with someone else while Paige watched from the sidelines—again. Because Azzi knew exactly where Paige was in the room and still chose to look right through her.

Her drink hit the bar a little too hard as she set it down, untouched.

No one noticed. Or maybe they did and chose not to say anything.

She pushed off the counter and started moving. Past the line for the bathroom, past the couple making out near the door, past the entire situation she never should’ve walked into in the first place.

And then—

The second the cool night air hit her skin, Paige felt like she might crack wide open.

She stormed out of Ted’s like the place had personally offended her, shoving through the crowd until she hit the sidewalk, breath fast, vision hot. The thrum of bass and clinking glasses still echoed behind her, but out here everything felt sharper—colder. Her hands were shaking.

She didn’t mean to make a scene. Didn’t mean to lose control like that.

But watching Azzi, lit up and laughing, leaning just a little too close to some guy Paige didn’t even recognize, it had knocked the air right out of her. Not because it was new, but because it wasn’t. Because it was the same game, the same script they’d been dancing around since high school, and Paige had finally hit her limit.

She was halfway down the block when the voice hit her.

“Paige?”

That voice.

God.

Azzi.

Of course she followed her.

Paige turned slowly, already regretting it. Azzi stood under the glow of a streetlight, one arm folded across her chest, the other gripping her phone like a lifeline. She looked concerned. Like genuinely worried.

And that made Paige want to scream.

“What?” Paige snapped, sharper than she intended.

Azzi blinked. “I just—saw you leave. You looked upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Paige scoffed. “Why? So you can feel better about yourself?”

Azzi flinched like she hadn’t expected that, and honestly, Paige hadn’t either. But the words were coming fast now, her heart racing to keep up with them.

“You don’t get to do this.”

Azzi stepped forward, cautiously. “What are you talking about?”

Paige laughed—sharp, bitter. “Seriously?”

She took a step closer, the emotion bubbling just beneath her skin now, too much to hold in.

“Do you even realize how messed up this is?” she asked, her voice shaking. “One night you’re in my bed like it’s the most normal thing in the world, and the next you’re out here acting like I don’t even exist.”

Azzi’s mouth parted slightly, stunned into silence.

“You hook up with me in secret, act like I’m yours when no one’s watching—and then you go out and flirt with guys like I don’t even fucking exist. You don’t get to be all over me in private and then play straight for the crowd. I’m not your secret. I’m not some backup plan you get to use when it’s easy.”

Azzi doesn’t respond right away.

She just stands there—frozen, blinking like she’s still catching up. Like the words hit her late and hard, like a wave she didn’t see coming until it knocked the air out of her.

Her mouth opens, then closes. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, arms crossed tightly across her chest like she’s trying to hold something in.

And Paige could see it in her eyes—the empathy, the sadness—but also something else. Distance. Like Azzi had already decided this was the only version of them that could exist, and Paige had just never caught on.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” she says quietly. “I swear to God, Paige, I never wanted to hurt you.”

Paige scoffs under her breath, turns half away like she can’t stand to hear it.

Azzi swallows. “I know I’ve been selfish. I know I’ve made this messy and confusing and not fair to you. But I wasn’t trying to use you. I just…”

She trails off, voice cracking on the last word.

Azzi’s voice hangs in the air between them, fragile and trembling. Paige wants to believe her—wants to reach for that version of the truth where none of it was intentional. 

But it doesn’t change what it felt like. What it still feels like.

She shakes her head slowly, the words slipping out before she can stop them.

“I can't keep doing this,” she says, voice rough. “This emotional whiplash. I’m getting motion sickness from it. And I’m exhausted, Azzi. I can’t keep pretending that this—we—doesn’t mess me up.”

Azzi didn’t move. Didn’t argue.

And that—more than anything—was her answer.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

She turned, slow and steady, and walked back toward the bar.

And Paige stood there alone on the sidewalk, chest cracked wide open, watching the one person she wanted most walk away without a fight.

She didn’t chase her.

She couldn’t.

Because this time, Azzi had let her go just as easily as she’d kept her.

Present Day

She blinks back into the dim light of her dorm room like she’s just resurfaced from underwater.

The memory clings to her like humidity—dense, sticky, impossible to shake. It sits in her chest, thick like smoke she can’t cough out, creeping up her throat every time she lets her guard down. Her stomach twists again—not from the hangover, not from the too-sweet coffee still curdling in her system, but from the weight of everything she’s been trying not to feel since that night outside Ted’s. The words she said. The ones she didn’t. The way Azzi looked at her—like she’d broken something that was already cracked and didn’t even know how to begin fixing it.She pulls the blanket tighter over her body, like it might shield her from the past. From herself. From Azzi.

I’m tired of this, Azzi.

She meant it. God, she meant it.

And yet—here she is, a year later, still tired. Still aching. Still wondering what would’ve happened if Azzi had said anything else besides “okay.”

The room feels too still, too quiet. Her hoodie smells like stale bar air and regret. Her phone buzzes somewhere in the sheets, but she doesn’t reach for it. She already knows it’s no one she wants it to be.

Azzi never texts anymore. Not unless it’s something team-related. Logistics. Group chats. Nothing personal. Nothing that says I miss you.

And now she’s walking around campus, hand-in-hand with Derrick fucking Jones, like none of it happened. Like Paige hadn’t handed her every vulnerable part of herself just to be told—okay.

She turns over onto her side, wincing as her knee twinges sharply beneath the blanket. Another lovely souvenir from the universe.

Not playing this season was supposed to feel temporary—just a detour. But watching Azzi from across the student center this morning, laughing like she didn’t feel anything at all, made Paige wonder if she’s the only one who ever thought they were more than a phase.

She stares at the wall, blank and gray and safe.

Paige has always been good at powering through. Rehabbing, recovering, restarting. But this? This emotional limbo? This silent ache every time she sees Azzi across campus, like a ghost of the future she wanted?

She doesn’t know how to push through that.

She exhales slowly and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes until all she sees are stars.

Maybe she should sleep. Maybe she’ll wake up and it won’t hurt as much. Maybe by tomorrow Azzi will just be her ex-best friend with a new boyfriend and Paige will finally start to mean it when she says she’s over it.

Maybe.

But for now, she just lies there.

Wishing she hadn’t looked up in the student center. Wishing she hadn’t left Ted’s that night. Wishing, most of all, that she could forget what it felt like when they still felt like a “what if” instead of a “never.”

Azzi

Azzi shouldn’t have looked.

She knew Paige was there the second Aubrey nodded toward the corner booth. Felt it like static in her chest. Knew it in the same bone-deep way she used to know when Paige was about to pass her the ball—without words, without warning, just felt it.

And still, she looked.

Paige, hood pulled halfway down her face, coffee in hand, eyes dull like she hadn’t slept. Azzi didn’t need the commentary—Caroline muttering “She looks like shit” under her breath—to know how wrecked she was.

Paige had just stood, nodded toward them like they were strangers on a train, and walked off.

But she looked right at her.

That look.

The same look Azzi has tried and failed to forget for months. The one from that night outside Ted’s. The one she sees in her dreams when it’s late and quiet and her chest feels too tight to breathe.

That look still haunts her. Because she remembers what came right before it.

“You don’t get to be all over me in private and then play straight for the crowd. I’m not your secret.”

God.

Azzi swallows hard, still tasting regret behind her teeth. It’s been a year, but sometimes it hits like it was yesterday. The way Paige’s voice cracked. The way Azzi didn’t stop her. Didn’t chase her. Didn’t say what she should’ve said, even if she didn’t fully understand it then.

Even now—especially now—she doesn’t know if it was fear or selfishness that held her back. Probably both.

Derrick squeezes her hand, pulling her back into the present. “You good?”

Azzi blinks, forces a small smile. “Yeah.”

He’s nice. Safe. Predictable. He doesn’t ask too many questions, and he doesn’t make her feel like she’s walking a tightrope with her own feelings. And she knows, somewhere deep down, that she doesn’t love him.

Not like that.

Not the way she—

She cuts off the thought before it finishes.

Not the way she used to look at Paige.

They’re walking into the dining hall now, the fluorescent lights making everything look too sharp. Too sterile. She nods along as Caroline starts talking about practice later, but the words blur. All she can think about is the way Paige looked this morning—like she was barely holding it together. Like seeing Azzi hurt more than she’d ever admit.

And that makes Azzi feel worse than anything.

Because the truth is, she hasn’t stopped thinking about her.

She’s tried.

She filled her time with practice and people and pretending. Tried to let Derrick kiss her and convince herself it didn’t feel wrong. Let herself believe that the silence between her and Paige was necessary. That it was better this way.

But every time she sees her—across campus, on social media, in her dreams—something twists in her chest. Guilt. Longing. All the words she never said and still don’t know how to.

She should’ve said something that night.

Anything besides “okay.”

Because the truth is, Paige wasn’t wrong. She had kept her close when it was convenient. When it was safe. She liked the way Paige made her feel—steady, known, loved. But Azzi hadn’t been brave enough to reach for it out loud.

And now?

Now she walks next to a boy whose hand she’s holding and feels like she’s living someone else’s life.

She pulls out her phone under the table, opens Paige’s contact without thinking, then locks the screen again before she can even type a word.

Nothing she says now will fix it. Not really.

But still—Azzi can’t help but wonder.

If she’d just said don’t go that night… would Paige have stayed?

They pass each other all the time.

At practice, in film sessions, on the sideline waiting for treatment. It’s not that they don’t acknowledge each other. There’s nods. The occasional "you good?" in the weight room. A tossed towel. A shared laugh when Coach Geno goes on one of his rants and no one knows if he's serious or just dramatic.

But they don’t talk. Not really.

Not the way they used to.

Not the 2 a.m. texts. Not the playlists they used to trade. Not the inside jokes over Chick-fil-A or the FaceTimes from opposite ends of campus just because they couldn’t go more than an hour without hearing each other’s voice.

Now it’s polite. Controlled. Measured.

And it kills Azzi slowly.

Because Paige doesn’t look at her the way she used to. Not with that open softness, that teasing spark. Now there’s just this guardedness. This distance. Like Azzi’s been put in a box and labeled handle with caution.

Azzi knows she did that. She built that wall between them. She told Paige without saying it that her love—whatever it was, whatever it could’ve been—was too much. Too risky. Too real.

And now she gets to live with the version of Paige that doesn’t look at her like she used to.

She looks right through me now.

At practice, it’s almost worse.

Because they click on the court. Always have.

Azzi knows where Paige is going before she moves. Paige cuts backdoor and Azzi bounces a pass without looking. They’re telepathic, instinctive, frustratingly in sync. Geno eats it up. Teammates praise it like it’s magic. But Azzi feels it for what it is—muscle memory. Chemistry that never really went away, no matter how badly she tried to bury it.

Only now, Paige doesn’t cut. Not really.

Not since August.

Not since her ACL gave out during a pre-season practice—before classes had even started. One wrong plant, one too-fast drive, and everything came undone.

Azzi hadn’t even been in the gym that day. She heard about it from Caroline. And when she showed up to the training room, Paige was already sitting on the table, leg braced, eyes hollow, pretending like it wasn’t the end of something she’d been building toward for years.

Now, she runs the offense from the sideline like it’s second nature—clipboard in one hand, barking out reads with the sharpness of someone who still sees the game like she’s in it. And in a way, she is.

But it’s different.

Azzi watches her during drills, sees the flickers—Paige’s jaw tightening when the trainers roll out the ice, the way she shifts in her seat like her body still wants to move. Still wants to lead.

But she never lingers too long. Never lets it show. Never lets herself feel it out loud.

And Azzi knows better.

She knows what it’s like to want something so badly your chest aches—and to watch it move on without you.

Every day it eats at her. The silence. The space. The unanswered question hanging between them like fog.

Why didn’t you fight for her?

Azzi still doesn’t know.

She thinks about texting her all the time. Writing something that could undo a year of unspoken everything.

“I didn’t know what I wanted back then.” “I was scared.” “It was always you.”

But the truth is, none of it feels like enough.

Because Paige gave her everything. And Azzi gave her nothing.

She sighs.

You were scared to choose her. Now she’s gone.

[anisespice]

“ baby steps ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

continuation of this post.

pairings: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, mild angst w/ comfort (mostly comfort), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), more on the lighter side compared to the first parts, this one doesn’t feel as “:((“, mentions of misbehavior and it’s slightly glorified? vandalism? and i think that’s it :))

notes: IF YOU SAW THE FIRST DRAFT/ACCIDENTAL POST OF THIS NO YOU DIDNT 🫵🏾😀. God this took me so so long, I kept changing ideas, and then getting new ones on top of those changes and ugh, and the next thing I know it’s FREAKING MIDNIGHT AND I HAVE WORK IN SIX HOURS :D but it’s fine it’s fine b/c it is DONE. Thank you so so so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy!

notes ii: not proof read, probably loads of typos, but will edit accordingly.

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KAKUCHO felt a lot of things at the moment. It ranged from nausea, to anticipation, to straight up panic as if he were actively being hunted for sport. But, instead of imminent danger, he was standing in the middle of the parking lot outside of your apartment building, flowers in hand, dressed in his Sunday’s best.

Cliche? Yes. Over the top? Absolutely.

But he was willing to risk his pride if it meant showing you his devotion, his determination in making things right. With every step he took, growing closer and closer into your world, into the world he chose to leave in the first place, his heart harshly thudded in his ears, thankfully drowning out those doubtful thoughts that plagued him ever since he saw you beneath those cherry blossoms not too long ago.

Before he knew it, he was standing at your door.

His grip around the flowers was deathly, blood cold as ice, sweat forming at his hairline. Kakucho gulped, reaching up to tug at his collar. The suit was tailored, and yet it never felt more suffocating. He could faintly hear your son’s screams of joy just beyond the door, followed by your sweet voice. It was pretty late, and Kakucho assumed the little guy would’ve been in bed by now. This only added more stress to his full plate. It would be hard enough trying to face you again, but to face your child as well? His flesh and blood?

“Oh, god…” he muttered, the reality starting to cave in.

He couldn’t do this…he wasn’t ready. Maybe he could try again tomorrow…or the next day…or the next— The front door clicks.

Next thing he knew, it was wide open. And there you stood, son on your hip and all. Kakucho had never felt more unworthy of such a tender sight in all his life, wanting nothing more than for whatever god above to smite him down so that he may die a happy man. You looked so healthy, face fuller and curves to show how kind the years have been. Your son eyed Kakucho curiously, fist in his mouth as he suckled on his hand. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, feeling like a bug under a spotlight. His lips trembled, words lost with only chopped intakes of air in their place, and soon came the tears.

You didn’t look angry. You didn’t even look perturbed.

If anything you looked…expectant. As if you were awaiting his arrival.

“[_]-..[____]…” he eventually spoke, meekly. You offered him a small smile, adjusting the boy from one hip to the other. “I..I don’t.. how’d you…?”

You gestured to the flowers. “Ms. Toshinori called. Said an old ‘regular’ came by requesting a big order of my favorites. And that she was happy to hear that we were… working things out.”

Kakucho’s brows furrowed. Then, came realization. It didn’t even occur to him where he was purchasing the flowers from, it’d been so long, he didn’t think twice. He used to visit Ms. Toshinori’s little flower shop on his way home from work just to see your smile. He supposed old habits die hard. “At first, I thought she was mistaken, chalked it up to old age and… I didn’t really have the heart to correct her. But, then I saw you standing in the parking lot. For quite a while.”

Kakucho flushed, gaze shifting away. You chuckled, your son resting his head on your shoulder while he fiddled with your necklace. “By the time you decided to come up here, I had already made up my mind. Figured if you’re going through all this trouble, then…it couldn’t hurt to pretend just this once.”

“Pretend..?”

“…That we’re working things out.”

Kakucho felt a slight pang, a bitterness blooming from the pit of his stomach and into his throat, like bile after a long night of drinking. A weak smile grew on his face, “For how long.. would we pretend?”

He spared a glance at you both, soaking in as much of it as he could in case it would soon be the last. You hummed in thought, reaching up to take the necklace’s charm out of your son’s mouth. “Not sure. This little one can play pretend for hours, sometimes days.”

You gently bounced your son making him giggle, snuggling his face into your shoulder. Kakucho’s smile grew wobbly, catching on quick to what you were insinuating. “I see…well. Lucky for all of us, I’ve got plenty of time to play pretend…”

Gnawing on your lower lip, you gave him a look that was full of yearning, years worth of unspoken words and unanswered questions hidden in the storm that was your gaze. Kakucho probably didn’t look any different, the dark circles under his eyes could tell a thousand stories. All of them with one ending—You. Always you.

Looking down at your son, you looked back at Kakucho with a tender smile and gestured to the flowers once more, “Trade ya?”

Kakucho stiffened, eyes widening ever so slightly. “Won’t that…upset him?”

“Trust me.” You reassured, already in the process of handing him over. Kakucho stuttered in his steps, especially when your son was already reaching out to him, content. “He’s real cuddly. When you’re calm, he’s calm.”

You happily took the flowers from his hands, noticing the poor stems had been slightly crushed beneath his iron grip. Kakucho adjusted his hold on the boy, making sure he was comfortable, and not weirdly positioned. “Seems rather…dangerous, don’t you think? For him to be ok in a stranger’s arms so…easily?”

“Not if that stranger is his father.”

His breath hitched. Kakucho felt that lump in his throat grow, making it hard for him to swallow. Watery eyes gazed down at the small child as he reached up to trace his scar, curious eyes taking him in, no fear, no disgust…just pure. Kakucho allowed a few tears to fall, blessed to be in this moment when he felt in his soul that he didn’t deserve it.

“What’s…what’s his name?”

After inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers, a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t felt in a while. You knew this wouldn’t automatically make things ok again, it would take some time, some more healing to even scratch the surface. But with him right back where he belonged, safe and alive, and with you…you figured this was at least a start. You watched as father and son interacted for the first time, savoring the memory so that it’s deeply etched into you like a tattoo. And with a gentle hum, you replied.

“Izana.”

You wasted no time high tailing it out of the gym.

After the initial shock passed, RINDOU didn’t even have the chance to make awkward small talk with you before you’re giving him a half-assed “thanks”, turning heel and booking it for the nearest exit. The last thing he saw before you disappeared through the doors was the confused, but sad look on little Rintaro’s face as he waved goodbye.

He couldn’t even blame you for the abrupt exit. With how he ended things with you way back when…he wouldn’t want to speak to him either.

Rindou stood there, feeling a little…lost. Discombobulated? He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the word, but he knew he didn’t like it. Does he just go about his day? Continue his workout, then go home like none of this happened? Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Not when he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, those little contextual clues given to him by the young boy, that he wouldn’t piece together until he was already laying in bed that night, wide awake.

Roughly four years…mom is his ex…no dad in the picture…

“Shit.” He cursed into the darkness.

—

With the street lights illuminating his path, guiding his muscle memory to surroundings he remembered all too well from many nights in the past, Rindou couldn’t sleep without knowing the truth, without having some sort of closure to the numerous thoughts that wouldn’t allow him a wink.

Wearing nothing but old sweats and hoodie, he practically raced through the night until he was standing outside of the diner you, hopefully, still worked at. It was one of those open late joints, a ‘ma and pop’ sorta spot where the atmosphere and food always made it seem like coming to a second home. Frantically, he looked through the store window, panting to the point where you could see his breath fogging the glass. He was begging, praying to catch a glimpse of your familiar frame, not knowing what else he would do to find answers if you weren’t there. Certainly you long blocked his number, no doubt moved out of the apartment you also shared many nights in together…

Knock, knock, knock.

Rindou jumps in his skin, not expecting the intruding sound to cut through his internal crisis. It wasn’t a harsh sound, if anything it barely held any weight behind it. He looked around, eyes wide with caution…had he cracked? Hearing things now?

Knock, knock, knock.

He blinked in mild annoyance, thinking someone was dicking with him until, in his peripheral, he saw little hands waving at him from below. Rindou looked down, and didn’t know whether to be relieved or unnerved. There, in all his excitement of seeing his new gym buddy again, Rintaro waved at Rindou with a big smile, cheers of his name muffled through the glass. His prayers were answered; you did still work there.

“Rintaro, are you being a good boy like mommy asked..?”

When you came back to the front to the sound of your child celebrating, imagine your absolute horror to see your ex not once, but twice in the same day, standing outside your work. It was a hex, someone was definitely out to get you, or maybe the universe was testing your resilience, throwing mistakes from your past directly in your face like salt in the wound. Years it’s been since he tore your heart into pieces, years since those double lines appeared on the pregnancy test, years goddammit—So why now?

All that work of actively avoiding him, wasted, just because you wanted to work off a little bit of the baby weight, and couldn’t find a sitter. For a split second, you had the crazy thought that if you stood perfectly still, maybe he would get creeped out and leave. But, haven’t you learned by now that the universe wasn’t on your side? Your son was just tall enough to reach up and unlock the front door to the shop before you had the chance to stop him, with just one push of his tiny, sticky little fingers and your past merges in with your present.

“Rin-Rin!” He chanted as Rindou hesitantly opened the door, the bells chiming like a bad omen as he crossed the threshold. Rintaro extended his arms up, wanting to be picked up.

The walking mullet looked as if he was being asked to perform surgery, wide eyes darting between you and your son, as if uncomfortable to deny and uncomfortable to comply. He doesn’t ponder for long, testing the waters by granting the little boy his wish, picking him up and holding him securely to his side. Rintaro squealed, excited giggles escaping him for being so high off the ground. You couldn’t help but find the scene endearing…but there was no overshadowing the fatass elephant in the room.

You crossed your arms, awaiting for him to break the awkward tension, if he dared to do so. And to your surprise, he does. Rindou cleared his throat, holding Rintaro with one arm while the other rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh…hey.”

You raised a brow. Hey?? You remained silent, not dignifying that wack attempt at conversation with an answer just yet. If he squirmed, then so be it. It was the least you deserved. Rindou winced slightly at the silence, taking it as a bad sign.

“Didn’t think you’d still be here, of all places...”

“And where’d you think I would be?”

He shrugged, “Dunno…not here.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, well, bills gotta be paid and mouths gotta be fed. Didn’t exactly have many options. Besides, I don’t want to go anywhere else. The Nakamura’s have always treated me well. The pay’s good, and Rintaro gets to eat for free.”

Rintaro beamed, “I eat all my vegables!”

Rindou couldn’t help the small lift in the corner of his mouth. “That’s good. You’ll be big and strong in no time.”

The boy nodded eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious. Looking at him this closely, Rindou felt his chest tighten more and more as the truth he was looking for was staring him right in the face, babbling on about the heroes, or how many chicken nuggets he can eat in one sitting. It was like white noise in the moment, his eyes too busy taking in every eyelash, every freckle, every detail that so blatantly screamed Rindou Haitani.

“Rin.”

Both boys snapped from their stupor, turning their heads to look at you simultaneously. It was habitual to call him by his nickname, one that was also occasionally used for your son, and to have them both respond in that moment just felt like too much. You shakily inhaled, arms tightening around you like a hug, shielding from the unfortunate circumstances that you were gonna have to face head on. “Rinta. Will you be a sweetheart and help Mrs. Nakamura count the silverware? But only the spoons, ok?”

“But, mommyyy! Rin-Rin just got here! I wanna-!”

“Oi. Listen to your ma, little man.” He affirmed, setting him on the ground. Rintaro pouted up at him, but only received a playfully stern look. “We’ll talk again soon.”

Rintaro huffed, “Promise?”

Rindou hesitated, looking up at you. You served no aid as you avoided it, merely telling Rintaro once more to help in the back room. He sighed, “Yeah…maybe.”

The little boy deflated, but listened all the same as he ran to the kitchen through the swing-doors. You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. The two of you stood in silence, neither one eager to speak on what’s obviously troubling you both. Rindou sighed once more, walking over to a nearby table, flipping one of the chairs that was stacked on top to set it back on the floor. He does the same for the one across from him, a silent invitation that doesn’t go unnoticed…but it is ignored.

“What are you doing here, Rin?”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Tsk. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Don’t bullshit me.” You hissed, making sure to be mindful of your volume. “The gym was mere coincidence, but you came looking for me here. Why?”

“...Thought that’d be obvious.”

“Jesus,” you dryly chuckled, looking at him incredulously. “All this time, and you’re still an avoidant asshole. Can you just, for once, speak directly.”

Rindou frowned, “You want direct? Fine. That’s my goddamn son in there, and I wanna know why you’ve kept him from me-”

“Shh!” You quickly shushed, looking over your shoulder. “Keep your voice down.”

“Now who’s being avoidant.” He leaned back in the chair, one arm hanging over the back. “Well?”

“You know what, you’ve got some nerve demanding anything from me, from us. You gave up any involvement in my life when you decided that you didn’t want me anymore. That you didn’t want more with me, remember that?”

He did. Remembered like it was yesterday.

It was textbook, what was suppose to be casual sex gets ruined when feelings get involved. But, you weren’t even the first to fall. He was. And at the time, that frightened him. So much to the point he was willing to lie to avoid his own feelings, willing to hurt you to save face…a coward. And he wore that label ever since.

“It doesn’t matter…you still…still could’ve told me. I was a piece of shit, but I…I wouldn’t have let you go through that alone. You never should’ve went through that alone…”

The way he looked at you, with such sorrow…you could feel a crack in your resolve. With a scoff, you eventually find yourself taking the seat across from him, but angled away from him. He visibly relaxed, taking this as some form of resignation; a truce.

You fiddled with your fingers, looking down. “You were all he could talk about.” You muttered. Rindou hummed in question, leaning forward. “Rintaro. He was non-stop with how much he learned from you today, how big and strong you were…how he couldn’t wait to see you again.”

Rindou sat in silence, listening intently. You continued. “I love that little boy. With all my heart. And I want nothing but the best for him…and for the longest time I believed that couldn’t be you. And I think that’s why…I never told you.”

He swallowed, nodding stiffly. It wasn’t easy to hear, but he understood. You could both hear the faint chatter and clanking of Rintaro and Mrs. Nakamura in the back, filling the silence with something other than the weight of your words. “I’m sorry…for everything. I wasn’t…you needed me and I wasn’t there for you. I still regret it to this day. And I’ll continue to regret it knowing what you’ve gone through-”

“But.”

He paused, then perked up like a hound. “..But?”

“But, I’ll reconsider this if you can show me you’re committed. Not just to me…but to Rintaro. He doesn’t need someone who will come and go from his life, if you don’t think you’ll be a constant-“

“I do. I-I want to be. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You nodded, slowly, considerably. “Promise?”

He nearly snorted, the childish request reminding him all to well of the little someone just mere feet away sorting through spoons. Rindou crossed his heart, and extended his pinky. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, yet your humored him anyway by linking yours together.

“Promise.”

“Good,” you grinned. Then turned towards the kitchen to call out to your son, “Rinta! Rin-Rin said he’s gonna help you sweep the floors for mommy!”

“Yayyy!”

Rindou choked, looking at you, puzzled. “What—You making me do free labor now? That wasn’t part of the deal…” he grumbled, though not too upset. Especially with how eager Rintaro was. You shrugged, standing up to go balance the register.

“Think of it as your first test. Whatever it takes, remember?” You handed him a broom right when Rintaro came rushing out, practically driving for Rindou’s leg to latch onto.

He looked down at the beaming ray of joy, his sourness melting away with every passing second as he reached down to ruffle his hair. “Yeah. I remember.”

It was like walking into an active crime scene.

There were multiple security guards. Knocked over furniture, exotic plants ripped from their oversized pots, muddy shoe and handprints, broken glass everywhere.

And at the root of all the chaos, wearing a proud grin whilst clutching a necklace worth more than a mortgage in one hand and a chunk of…white hair strands in the other, stood your little angel.

You felt your knees buckle, one officer quick to steady you as another scrutinized. “Ma’am, I presume this is your missing child?”

“Look, mommy! I got the shiny! I got it!”

With curled in lips, you inhaled deeply through your nose before giving a small, resigned nod. You’re then immediately bombarded by a disheveled-looking woman with a crooked name tag attached to her blazer, who you immediately concluded to be the manager based on her aura alone. She was more than happy to berate and condemn you for your poor parenting skills, going on and on about the damages done, the embarrassment she was subjected to—“In all my years, I have never experienced such a tyrant of a child, such disregard to her elders, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, allowing such behavior! Honestly, you call yourself a mother?! If she were my child, I would’ve-”

“My deepest apologies.” You cut her off with a deep bow, mainly to shut her up but also to shut her up. You were about two seconds away from causing another scene, and the last thing you needed was extra charges added to the tab.

Truthfully, you were holding back laughter more than tears. Sure, it was all quite devastating, you were already kissing her college fund goodbye in order to levitate this situation. But, to think that such a small thing could cause such a large upset, in such a short amount of time?

Inspirational.

Plus, it’s not like anyone got hurt.

“WHERE IS SHE? WHERE’S THE FUCKING BITCH?”

Everyone in the room stiffened to statues, aside from your daughter, whom glared at the figure approaching from somewhere in the store. She quickly scampered over to hide behind your legs, necklace and chunk of hair still in clutch. Soon, you no longer needed to guess who the hair belonged to.

KOKONOI came onto the scene like a raging bull, ready to tear a new one into the womb-holder that birthed such a vicious spawn who had the audacity to rip out some of his glorious hair follicles. He had excused himself briefly to assess how much damage had been done, only to return once he caught wind that the mother was found. Security was quick to stand on either side of you to make sure you nor your daughter tried to make a run for it. The manager tried to hide her schadenfreude, but it was poor attempt at worst.

However, it would be short lived the second Koko’s eyes landed on you, and in real time everyone witnessed all of that steam just…evaporate. Fury no longer adorned his face, but instead in its place held something more unreadable.

“Ah. [______]. W-What a.. lovely surprise. It’s been a while...”

You blanched, “H-Hajime..? This is…this is your store?”

You really would be kissing that college fund goodbye.

Kokonoi blinked, “Hm? Oh! Yes, yes I suppose it is.” He blinked again as if this fact was just realized, looking around and frowning at the state it was in. “Belinda, for Christ’s sake, what do I pay you for if you’re gonna allow the place to look like a goddamn back alley?”

Said manager spluttered, fixing Koko with a widened stare look. Did his brain just completely reset itself of the last 30 minutes?? She looked at the security, then back at him, approaching it cautiously in case he snapped on her again, “S-Sir…the child.”

Kokonoi’s eyes drifted over to said girl currently glaring at him from behind your leg, diamond necklace dangling from her small neck and strands of his hair still in her fist like some sort of forewarning. He grimaced, brow twitching, but waved it off, “Right. Well, kids will be kids. No harm done.”

“H A H H H H H ????”

Even you were caught off guard. When he first came barreling in, you half expected him to make you sign away your soul in order to cover the hair salon trip let alone the property damage. Now? You would think it were a minor inconvenience not worth the time, or energy. Belinda looked gobsmacked, security standing with question marks above their heads like corrupted NPCs. Your daughter peered up at you with curiosity, maybe even confusion herself, with her lower lip jutted out as she tugged on your jeans.

She whispered, “Mommy, that man’s weird…”

Kokonoi’s eyes practically lit up, “Oh, so this little one is yours?”

“Uh,” you flushed, hands beginning to sweat. “Yes…she’s mine.”

“Fascinating. What’s her name?”

“…Yumeko.”

He hummed, crouching down to her eye level, “Yumeko. Such a haunting name, for a haunting little girl. Your mother chose nicely. I’ve always adored the name...”

She stuck her tongue out at him before hiding her face in your leg. He grinned, amused, like he was when he first met her. Kokonoi wasn’t certain what caused his shift in approach…the nostalgia, perhaps. Seeing an old flame, the one that got away and took his heart with her…the one whose gift that was never opened, once a display item now in the possession of your child…sweet irony, he believed. Poetic, even.

“Sir, I really think we should revisit the more pressing issue here.” Belinda interjected, receiving agreements from security.

“Yes, tell us how you’d like to proceed, and we can have these two escorted off the property-”

The white-haired man fixed the guard with a ghastly scowl, hissing a low threat, “Touch either one of them, and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do in your pathetic waste of a life.”

Aside from you, everyone took a small step back. Used to these sort of threats, you lightly chastised him, “There’s no need for that.”

“Nonsense.” He looked at the manager, his gaze alone making her flinch. “Get this cleaned up. As of right now, none of this ever happened, understand?”

“B-But, sir-”

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Belinda. I’d advice you don’t make me.”

Belinda looked as if she were on the verge of combustion. But, she swallowed that feeling deep, deep down and gave a strained, “R-Right away, sir…”

Kokonoi nodded, then turned to the security, “You’re dismissed. And not a single report on this, or I’ll have the heads of your loved ones.”

“Hajime.”

He turned to you, and grasped your hand. “We’ve so much to catch up on. Come, we’ll discuss details somewhere private, you can tell me all about little Yumeko. I have many, many questions.”

“Haji-”

There was no room for protest. As he crouched to scoop up Yumeko in one arm and held your hand tightly in the other, borderline kidnapping, your daughter squirmed while you merely floundered, struggling to keep up with how fast things have escalated as he guided you both away from the mess he’d already forgotten.

“Hammy!” Yumeko screamed, of which made you backtrack for a split second to grab the piggy bank still sitting safe on top of the shattered display case.

Belinda and the security guards watched in disbelief. You parted with a stiff smile and nod, before skittering back to catch up with the white-haired gangster who was getting farther and farther with your child in tow.

Looking like a dysfunctional family already.

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↳ A/N It all started with this anon and, honestly, every single anon from February 26th that helped me to formulate this amazing idea and encourage me to write some new things I've never written before! Can't wait to hear all your thoughts on this one since we developed it all together! <3

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

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↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, flirting, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation and sexting, bit of a slow build up, begging, praise, compliments, grinding, oral sex (m and f receiving), forced deep throating, spitting, minor degradation (use of names like 'slut'), mentions of body hair, some manhandling, body worship, clothes ripping, mentions of tattoos, natural ebbs and flows of intensity, nipple play, size kink (but in regards to dick size, not body size), minor pain, fingering, did I mention dirty talk?, use of lube, finger sucking, pet names, edging, mirror sex, belly pressing, breeding kink, daddy kink, use of toys (magic wand vibrator), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, crying, choking, almost squirting, use of an IUD to allow for otherwise 'unprotected' sex and creampie x.

It was a comfortable afternoon in southern Europe in late February, the warmth of the sun cooled by the slight Mediterranean breeze. You leaned against the side of the white Mercedes convertible in a sundress, thankful to be able to start to take out your summer clothes with the turn of the seasons. You had spent the prior three weeks readying the house for spring and tending to chores and busying yourself with work and hobbies. You had plenty of time with George across the world for a triple header; leaving you to your shared apartment, all alone. 

You never minded time alone but it was always exciting to welcome him back and as you stood in the ‘Arrivals’ parking of the Nice airport, you could hardly stand still. Strangers came and went through the sliding doors of the airport a few yards away and you followed each with a careful gaze but none were who you were looking for. Until, finally, the doors slid open once more and out walked George, dressed in his usual comfortable trousers and favourite knitted brown collared shirt, donning an expensive pair of sunglasses as he turned his face towards the sun and the breeze ruffled through his brunette waves like he was an angel incarnate. 

He spotted you across the chaos of the airport parking lot like he was instinctively drawn to you and he broke into a brisk walk to get to you faster. With a smile, you pushed away from the car and already had your arms held out as he approached and he let go of his suitcase and gracefully dropped his backpack to the asphalt so he could have both arms free to wrap around your waist and heave you right up off the ground. 

“Oh, there’s my girl,” he groaned happily as you squealed at his lift, clinging onto his shoulders. 

He set you down on the ground again and right away his lips found yours in a long-awaited kiss. You smiled into it and your hands raised to frame his face to keep him there a little longer, sharing sweet, eager kisses until he was pulling back to catch his breath and he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Welcome home,” you greeted finally with a grinning smile, tangling your fingers in the back of his soft hair that was slightly tangled from the lengthy plane ride. 

George smiled right back and turned his face to steal one more kiss from your lips before replying, “You’re the most wonderful thing to come home to.”

“I missed you so much,” you exhaled contentedly, arms draping around his shoulders.

“I missed you too, my love,” George crooned as he pulled you closer by your waist and pressed a kiss to your jaw, and then another to your neck, and another just under your ear, “It never feels right when we’re apart.”

The shivers that rose over your skin from his kisses had your head tilting back towards the sun with a dreamy smile, hands splaying over his back and shoulders as you held him close, fingers grasping onto the material of his shirt. You spoke in a soft whisper meant only for him to hear, “We’re gonna need at least a week to make up for lost time, hm?”

He chuckled warmly against your neck and his nose grazed over the column of your throat, “Oh, I intend to make use of every minute.”

Your fingers tangled in the back of his hair and scratched gently along his scalp, just enough to make him shiver as you offered a hum in agreement. 

George nipped at your earlobe before he added in a breath against the shell of your ear, “God, I hope you’re not working this week.”

“Not tomorrow at least,” you mumbled, sliding your hands out of his hair and, instead, over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling every lovely inch of him after so long. 

“Mm, that’s good,” George hummed against your neck while his fingers teased the bottom hem of your sundress, “Because you’re coming home with me and I’m not letting you leave my bed for at least a day.”

“Our bed,” you corrected sweetly. 

When he pulled back from your neck to meet your gaze, he had this dopey grin on his face and his hands squeezed your hips, echoing pleasantly in affirmation, “Our bed.”

It was only a slightly risky place in the airport parking garage to be showing so much public affection like that, especially with the knowledge that George was very much a public figure. But, thankfully, you had chosen a spot near the edge of the parking, away from the hustle and bustle, and perhaps it would allow you solace for just a moment longer. Just a few more moments for appreciating your reunion and telling your fiancé just how much you missed him, and he could return the favour with how he backed you up against the side of his car just a little harder. 

“Y’know,” you hummed, staring at his lips with your arms slung around his shoulders as you spoke casually, “our bed was very lonely this last month…nothing but the company of my measly little vibrator…”

George’s whole body practically shivered at your words and something flashed across his eyes like he had to restrain himself from throwing you in the backseat right then and there. His once tired and sweethearted expression upon finding you in the airport parking had turned into a battle of need and passion storming within him. You felt it just as strongly. 

Ever a man of restraint and composure, George merely gave your hips a squeeze with a muttered, “tease”, before his forehead rested against yours with a breathy, “You were that lonely, huh?”

“Mhm,” your hands trailed down his shoulders and biceps until your hands pulled his away from your waist so you could blindly intertwine your fingers together between your closely pressed bodies as you stared into each other’s eyes, “I was missing you in every way humanly possible.”

George’s hands fit in yours like they were meant to be there and his thumbs rubbed the back of his hands gently; the gesture sweet and tender despite the slight tension between the two of you. His eyes were all over your face in your close proximity, flicking between your gaze and your lips and your flushed cheeks. 

“Yeah?” he replied softly, his voice a little breathier than usual, “I missed you like mad. Did you like my pictures?”

The reminder of his lewd pictures he had sent you from various hotel rooms, private jet bathrooms, his drivers room, from the prior month flicked through your mind like a photo album, your connection strengthened over the distance by steamy late-night texts filled with needy desires. You were more on the receiving end than sending but, God, not that you would complain. The images of his large hand gripping his thick cock in his fist in the warm light of some luxury 5-star hotel suite, leaking from thoughts of you and only you, were ingrained in your head.

“Yeah,” you gushed angelically, hips pushing off the side of his car to nudge against his just to feel the shape of him through his trousers, “but I much prefer the real thing.”

George let out a low groan at your action and his hands tightened in yours for a moment, his words slow and a little slurred, “Maybe we should go home then?”

“Yes, please.”

George, ever the gentleman, led you around to the passenger side of his Mercedes and he opened the door for you and helped you in. You waited (im)patiently as he put his bags in the back and then got behind the wheel with a content sigh, like he had missed his road car while away racing his professional cars. He started the car and the engine rumbled to life and he buckled his seatbelt, as did you. 

With a glance in your direction and a hand falling innocently onto your thigh, he asked, “Ready, love?”

The glint in his eye and the tone of his voice had you cunt throbbing under your dress, but you replied with a sweet smile and a, “Mhm.”

George pulled out of the parking spot and navigated his way through the maze of the airport until he reached the stretch of road that would take you back home to Monaco. Once out of the chaos of the public’s worldly comings and goings, he could ease back in his seat a little more, giving your thigh a squeeze with his fingers just reaching the hem of your dress. You couldn’t stop staring at him, as if in disbelief that he was finally back within arms reach of you, watching his profile as he drove you towards home. 

He kept stealing glances at you here and there, a soft smile on his face and his eyes raking over your body when he could. After a moment, he said finally, “You look so fucking good in that dress.”

“Thank you, my love,” you replied sweetly, “I remembered it was your favourite.”

George’s hand tightened on your thigh and a sly smile pricked at his lips as he kept his eyes on the road and then, with a caress of your supple flesh with his thumb, he said in a voice low and teasing, playful, “My favourite is no dress at all.”

“Naughty,” you chuckled, reaching over to give his bicep a faint little swat in mock scolding before adding, “That would not have been well received by everyone else at the airport, I’m sure.”

“You’re right…as always. But you can’t blame me for thinking such thoughts when you’re sitting here so pretty.” He let out a soft, warm chuckle and his hand slid a little higher up your thigh and disappeared under the ruffled hem of your sundress, “I wonder if you’ve got anything on underneath this…”

“Ah, ah,” you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away with a playful, “You have to wait until we get home to find out.”

With a playful pout and a mischievous glint in his eye, he stole another glance your way, then gently caught your fingers and drew your hand across the front seat to press a kiss to the diamond ring on your left hand. He then protested meekly against your fingers, “But I’ve waited long enough, don’t you reckon? You’re going to torture me even longer, are you?”

“It’s not easy for me to resist either but we’d much prefer the comfort of home, I think,” you stated simply as your fingers laced with his once he lowered your joined hands to your lap.

George laughed softly and nodded in agreement, relenting, “Patience is a virtue, as they say. And it’ll make it worth the wait…I can promise you that.” 

You eased back into the expensive leather seat and fell into the comfort of his thumb caressing the back of your back as he drove. The familiar sound of the engine, the tires on the narrow streets, the scent of him, and that unmistakable ache working its way from between your legs and up into the pit of your stomach. Unbearable. 

The rest of the twenty minute drive was spent with small talk and comfortable silences, the two of you finding your ease of familiarity in each other’s presence. George, as promised, tried to keep his hands to himself, though the occasional glance down to your bare legs tested his restraint and left you with that ever present buzz of anticipation all across your skin. 

Soon, you were parked in the underground parking garage of your apartment and you helped George unpack his bags from the car. With him taking control of his suitcase, you slung his backpack over one shoulder and, the both of you having one hand free each, your fingers almost magnetically intertwined. The elevator ride was filled with an almost suffocating amount of tension as his hand in yours kept drifting to play with the hem of your dress with a stray fingertip but even just his eyes lingering on your profile was blatantly obvious of what was to come. 

As you reached the door to your apartment, you let go of his hand just long enough so you could fish the key from your purse. George fell to a stop close behind you and his hand moved to brush over your hip gently as he leaned in for his nose to ghost across the column of your neck before his lips pressed a soft kiss to your skin there. You giggled faintly at the slight tickle of his gentle kiss and the feeling of his warm breath fanning across your neck as you turned the key in the lock. 

George grinned at the sound of your giggle and as you opened the front door, he pulled his hand back to give your bum a playful swat, “Inside. Now.”

You had barely stepped over the threshold of your apartment and he was letting go of the handle of his suitcase in exchange for a gentle yet firm grasp of your face to drag your lips to his in a passionate kiss. The door shut behind the two of you and right away he was backing you up against it. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you kissed him back, his backpack sliding down your arm until you carefully and blindly dropped it onto the tile floor of the foyer to give yourself the ability to turn all your attention on him after so long. 

When your arms slid around his waist and pulled him closer by the fabric of his shirt, George groaned into your kiss and his large hands cupped your face as his lips moved against yours with practiced urgency. It was almost instinctual how his knee nudged between your legs, parting them just enough to cause your hips to naturally jump against his thigh at the teasing pressure up your skirt. Needy and burning after going a month without, you kissed him back fiercely. 

George couldn’t help himself as his hands moved from your face down to your chest and he groped your breasts through the fabric of your dress while his head tilted to the side to deepen your kisses. You moaned into his mouth and dug your fingers into his sides as you let him lead, opening up for him greedily and welcoming his tongue against yours in possessive strokes. But then his hands kept moving and soon they settled at your hips and tugged you closer across his thigh, forcing you to rut against the firm muscle a little more. 

You gasped from the friction and he swallowed up with greedy lips, licking his way into your mouth between sloppy kisses, drunk on the thrill of your reunion. When he pulled away from your mouth only seconds later to, instead, trail heated kisses down your neck, you let your head fall back against the front door, hands snug on the material of his shirt, and you breathed out to the ceiling a dreamy, “George…”

“Mm, God, I’ve missed this,” he mumbled against your skin, his teeth scraping against the column of your throat. His hands slid around to your back and grabbed two snug fistfuls of your ass, grinding you against him again to pull another pretty gasp from your chest as he marked up your neck in wet kisses and hickeys. He sucked gently on your pulse point and your hips rolled against his thigh once more with a shaky exhale from your swollen lips. 

“Please…” you whined pathetically, pushing at the bottom of his shirt until you could get your hands all over his abs. 

George grabbed your hands roughly and yanked them away before pinning your wrists against the door on either side of your head, trapping you against it with his body. He spoke right to your face, his eyes locked on yours, breath falling against your cheek, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You bit your swollen lip, staring back at him with unprecedented amounts of lust in your gaze and you nudged your hips against his again, already able to feel just how hard he was through his trousers. In doing so, you replied with a soft, “Maybe a little idea.”

“Cheeky,” George tutted with a sly smile before taking a step away from you and letting your wrists go. With a cock of his head in the direction of your bedroom, he toed off his shoes at the same time as he said, “C’mon. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves; you still haven’t let me know if you’re wearing anything under that pretty dress of yours.”

You pushed away from the door and then kicked off your sandals to follow him down the hallway towards your bedroom with matching grins of anticipation. He swatted your bum on your way past before he was following after you and tugging off his shirt. Once inside your bedroom, with his shirt dropped aimlessly to the floor, he stepped right up close behind you and his fingers found the zipper at the back of your dress as he leaned in to kiss over your neck some more. 

You smiled sweetly, eyes fluttering closed at his tender touches, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he slowly pulled down your zipper, his ghostly touches sending shivers down your spine. His fingers guided your dress off your shoulders and you let it pool around your feet, leaving you braless and in only a dainty pair of white lace panties. The cool air conditioning of your room rose goosebumps over your skin and the added touch of your fiancé’s fingertips tracing the shape of your body helped your nipples to grow hard. You dropped your head back against his shoulder with a pleasant hum and his lips attached to your neck. 

“Mm,” George groaned softly as his full hands cupped your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples, and his body moulded against the shape of yours, “You’re so gorgeous.” 

You raised a hand up to reach over your shoulder to grasp the back of his neck, turning your face towards his just as his lips locked with yours and he rolled your nipples between thumb and forefinger. It was dizzying to have him back like that; almost feeling entirely surreal as if you had gone so long without him that your mind had to get used to having him again. God, it had not even been a month…you were embarrassingly dependent on him. In love. 

One of George’s hands moved from your chest, down the plane of your abdomen, slowly, slowly, before settling along the waistband of your panties. His lips broke away from yours for just a moment, moving to kiss across the apple of your cheek while his fingertips traced the lace across your hips and pelvis. 

“I like these,” he complimented simply.

“Yeah?” your fingers ghosted over his forearm, lust filled eyes staring into his face with your head still against his shoulder, “Bought them new just for you…matches this dress you like so much.”

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, fingers continuing to tease over the lace, his breath falling against your cheek, “So, so good to me.”

You let out a little hum at his praise and the feeling of his hand drifting lower, teasing, not quite touching where you needed him, but just close enough to elicit a reaction out of you. He groaned when you habitually pushed back against him, already feeling the hard bulge hidden behind the fabric of his slacks pressing against your ass. Your fingers tightened on the back of his neck and his lips pressed to your jaw again.

“My good, sweet girl.” he cooed against your skin.

Pushing back on him again, you reminded him sweetly, “And I’ve been so good for you while you were gone.”

“Mhm…but you have no idea the things I want to do to you now that I’m home.”

“Anything you want,” you purred.

The afternoon sun poured into your bedroom, casting golden warmth across the space as the open curtains framed a sweeping view of the harbour. Fortunately, your apartment sat high enough above Monte Carlo that there were no prying sightlines to worry about—nothing to steal your attention from each other. Which was how George managed to have you on your knees in a heartbeat, giving you a front-row seat to the slow, mouth-watering clink of his belt buckle and the soft pop of the button on his slacks.

You sat in front of him on your haunches, patiently, eyes trained in on his groin and the way he had to pull his trousers outward before pushing them down to avoid the obvious tent that was hiding beneath the fabric. There was no shyness between you and so you reached out to rub your hand over the taut material of his boxer briefs, fingers faintly curling around the shape of his erection. 

“Already so hard,” you stated with an eager smile, punctuated by the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. Beneath your palm, his cock twitched at your words, your touch. 

“Yeah…been waiting for you,” George exhaled. His normally bright blue eyes were now dark with desire as he stared down at you, watching you touch him, and his hand carded through your hair to push it away from your face so he could look at you properly. 

You leaned in to rub your face against the front of his boxers just so you could feel the size of him and how hard he was against your lips and nose and cheeks. In doing so, you dropped out your tongue to tease the shape of him with absentminded laps between lazy kisses. There was no more time to waste and George didn’t let another second go by before he was tucking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and you eagerly lifted your hands up to help him pull them down. 

Without tearing your eyes away from his cock in your face, you crawled after him as he took the three short strides backwards so he could sit at the foot of the bed. It felt dream-like, sitting there, positioning yourself between his thighs, staring at his gorgeously hard cock right at eye level. Sometimes it took a little bit of tender loving care to get him this extremely hard but, after a month apart, it clearly wouldn’t take much—the withdrawal the both of you had gone through in your month apart felt almost agonizing. 

The moan that slipped from your lips at the sight of him, swollen and almost already leaking, had him letting out a faint chuckle. Shamelessly impatient, George grabbed your wrist and pulled your left hand towards him, guiding your fingers to wrap around him firmly. The imagery of your diamond engagement ring on your hand that was wrapped around his cock was not lost on you and the sight alone had your stomach swirling.

George’s voice was low and warm, “Mhm, just like that…don’t be shy now, baby…you know what I like.”

He guided your hand along the length of his dick and back down, once, twice, and then he was letting go to let you do it yourself. You kept that steady pace, slow and sure, keeping a nice firm grasp with your eyes trained on your motions and how you worked his foreskin back until you got your first glance at the pretty pink head. When you opened your mouth for your first taste, a drip of spit slipped from your tongue, exposing just how much you were salivating for him from only a glance. 

But then George’s fingers captured your cheeks in one hand before you could move any closer and you raised your eyes to his face. He dragged his thumb along your bottom lip as he spoke, “Open up a little wider, pretty girl.”

You groaned at his demand, knowing what was coming, and you opened up for him and stuck out your tongue, head tilting back like a baby bird. But he didn’t do anything at first, just stared at you, eyes focused on your stupidly open mouth and the way another drip of spit slipped from your tongue.

“Oh, you have such a pretty little mouth…just right for me to stuff full, hm?” his thumb pressed against your tongue, rough but gentle at the same time, persistent, “You want it? Want me to use your mouth?”

You could barely nod, staring up at his dilated blue eyes and handsome face and all the control he had over you. 

“Gotta use your words like a good girl.” he crooned. 

“Yes,” you forced out, the simple word slurred and muffled by his thumb still firmly in your mouth. 

Your left hand was still firmly around his cock while you stayed perfectly still and obedient, awaiting your reward. Then, finally, George took his thumb from your tongue and squeezed your cheeks so he could spit loudly into your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered at the filthy actions, letting out a small moan as his fingers smoothly tangled in the back of your hair and dragged your head down towards his lap. 

He held you just out of reach of it, using his other hand to shove your hand away so he could wrap his fist around his cock and smack it wetly against your tongue. You were already drooling for it, dripping down your chin, eyes peering up at him under furrowed brows, staying right where he wanted you and otherwise perfectly obedient. 

George spoke down to you with a voice riddled with unbridled lust, sliding the head of his cock back and forth against your tongue, “Look at you, you’re drooling all over yourself just for me…it’s like you’re desperate for me, baby…so needy.”

“Please,” you breathed. 

“You want this in your mouth?” he taunted, slapping it a few more times on your tongue, “Wanna show me how good you can be?”

It felt as though your skin was burning from his words and your eyes nearly rolled as he finally permitted you to take him in your mouth. You raised your left hand back up to grasp his cock as you took just what was comfortable at first, reaching about halfway down the length, and finding a lazy pace. The familiar weight and taste of him in your mouth was arousing in and of itself and you offered a pleasured moan around him. 

“Fuck…” George groaned tightly, “Look in my eyes, darling.”

With his cock in your mouth, you raised your eyes up to look at his face as you lazily started to suck him off, trailing your tongue along the underside and around the head when you pulled back. You knew just what he liked, what he reacted to best. 

“Oh yeah, just like that. So beautiful, doll.” he purred, brushing your hair back from your face with both hands so he could hold it in a fist out of your way. He closely watched the way your lips were wrapped around him with every little bob of your head, his chest starting to rise and fall with how warm and wet your mouth felt after so long going without. 

Tearing your eyes away from his for the sake of giving him what he deserved and what you had been dying to give him, you shuffled closer on your knees and leaned closer to his lap. You had to give your head a little shake to help ease him deeper as if having to re-teach your throat how to take him after so long apart. The muffled gag you let out had his mouth falling open with a low moan, his hands tightening in your hair.

“That’s it…come on,” he exhaled tightly, pulling you down just a little more, “You can go deeper than that, come on.”

Your hand flew to his thigh to hold yourself up as you let him guide you deeper until tears were brimming in your eyes and you could hardly breathe. George inhaled sharply through his teeth just before you choked loudly around him and pulled back with a wet cough.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised.

There was no need to get his hands on you again before you were leaning back in for more on your own. Wrapping your hand around him again, you pulled firm twisting strokes in time with the bobs of your mouth, filling your shared bedroom with the lewd sound of your mouth taking him again and again and again. It was just deep enough to force the crudest sounds from your throat that had his handsome face screwing up in pleasure.

George’s voice was almost raspy, clinging onto his last shreds of control with his hand tangled in your hair, “Christ, you look so fucking gorgeous choking on my big cock.”

The hazy sense of reality from it all was washing over you, forcing you to swear that nothing was more important than pleasuring him—not even air. You forced yourself deeper until your nose touched the coarse hair at the base of his cock, gagging loudly around him as tears slipped from your eyes and trailed down your flushed cheeks. But right then George pulled you back by your hair and you gasped for air, spit falling down your chin as you blinked your teary eyes up at him. He slapped the tip against your lips and cheek, smearing your spit around your mouth and chin some more as you coughed yourself back to your senses. 

His hand stroked across your spitty bottom lip as he spoke down to you warmly, “I think it’s time to stop playing and get to what you really want…don’t you think so, doll?”

You choked out a rough but needy, “Yes, please, sir.”

When he stood up, he grabbed your arm to heave you off the ground and you let him move you like a ragdoll onto the bed, commanding as he did so in a low, authoritative voice, “On your back, baby. Let me look at you.”

You scooted backwards on the bed a little more so you could drape yourself out, flat, across the neatly made sheets, all without tearing your eyes away from his handsome face and glorious, naked body. With a sweet smile, you draped your arms above you on either side of your head and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you laid there in only your white lace panties. 

George ran a hand up your leg and you bent them up so your feet were flat on the mattress, allowing him to place a knee on the foot of the bed and lean down to kiss your shin. His lips were warm and soft and heavenly, the smallest graze of a kiss making your skin tingle and your pussy to throb behind the fabric of your panties. You could feel how absolutely soaked you were already and he had barely even touched you.

The kisses gifted to you by your lovely fiancé traveled up your leg, past your knee, and towards your thigh, his words a breath against your supple skin, “So…so pretty.” 

You bit the tip of your index finger despite your smile as you watched him carefully, eyes following the gentle touches of his fingers as he traced the arches and planes of your legs and teased the lace of your panties. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh while his fingers dragged between your legs, over the thin fabric of your underwear, causing your hips to instinctively jump.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he all but groaned before turning his head to kiss your other thigh, his hands sliding up your hips to grip firmly at the flesh there, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and this beautiful body of yours.”

Laid out bare for him in only your panties, his eyes traveled over your body hungrily as he ran his hands over your hips and back down to your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles over your skin and teasing against the lace that stood out against it. You watched him in perfect comfort despite the way your heart raced with anticipation, cunt throbbing at just the way he was looking down at you. He took in every inch of your bare skin like you were his own artwork to admire, for his eyes only, a stormy mix of lust and love in his irises. 

Then his lips were against your knee again, trailing up your leg towards the edge of your panties, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, “I could eat you up, baby.”

Your legs parted almost automatically at his words, a silent invitation. His head positioned itself just above your hips by then, half-laying, half-kneeling up the foot of the bed to reach you, his slender fingers toying with the white lace along the hem of your panties. When his fingertips slipped under the edge and kissed your skin hidden beneath, you shivered.

“Such a pretty pair of panties…and you bought them just for me, yeah?” he murmured as he pulled his fingers back to trace the pattern of the lace. “Just to show me what a good girl you were…a perfect, sweet thing?”

“Yeah…” you exhaled, squirming just a little beneath his touch. 

“Yeah? I’ve barely even gotten to appreciate them and I already want to tear them off you,” he tutted, punctuating his statement with a slow, open mouthed kiss to your skin just above the hem. “Would you like that, darling? Would you like me to rip them off you?”

Your mind felt hazy and his words shot a feeling of warmth right through you, speaking such salacious things that made you feel like you were short-circuiting. All you wanted was him in that moment; a raw, carnal desire that nothing else could fulfil. So you nodded, almost too eagerly, encouraging him with a soft, “Mhm.”

“Yeah?” George linked his finger into the fabric, an almost anticipatory smirk grazing his face as he gave it a taunting little tug, “Bit of a shame though; you look so pretty in them.”

And then, without another word, he gave them a quick yank, tearing the delicate lace with an audible rip and he dropped the pieces aside without another glance. It had torn so easily under his strength and you couldn’t help the soft gasp you let out at the physical reminder of just how strong he was and the slight sting that it left behind across your hips. Curling your legs up towards your chest with a bashful grin up at him, you folded yourself nearly in half, ankles linked, hiding yourself just a little more from him…to make him work for it. 

“There you are...just as pretty as I knew you would be…” he crooned as he gently took your knees in his hands and parted them so he could take in the sight of you perfectly bare and already glistening beneath him, “God, love, you have no idea how much I missed—”

His words halted as his eyes were drawn to the unfamiliar smudge standing out against your skin. There, having been hidden behind the fabric of your underwear over your bikini line, was a small inked ‘63’ in his handwriting; dainty and discreet. And an entire surprise for him. George’s breath hitched at the sight of the tattoo on your hip, eyes locked on the small number as if he were processing what he was looking at. Then, he reached out a tentative hand and touched it gently, his fingers tracing lightly over it as he breathed your name in near-disbelief.

“Surprise…” you offered shyly, your cheeks pink despite your grin.

“Holy shit…is this real?” he breathed as his hand continued to brush over it tenderly, eyes fixated on it, “When did you…?”

“Yeah, it’s real. Got it the day after you left…so it could be nice and healed for when you got home,” you replied softly, trying to read the expression on his face as he stared down at it, taking it in. He was quiet, as if he were in a trance, his thumb passing over it again in a faint stroke. Your hands gently grasped his forearms and gave them a little caress, “Is it okay?”

As if your worried question snapped him back to reality, his eyes raised to meet your gaze and he gave you an incredulous look, “Is it okay? It's more than okay, my love, fuck. You permanently marked your body with my number, my most meaningful number. You have any idea what that would do to my ego?”

You giggled in slight relief that he was onboard with such a permanent surprise, “Maybe a little. But I thought it was something a little fun…a secret just for us…branding me yours.”

George only smiled and he leaned down to kiss your lips, once, twice, thrice, and then once more before speaking softly, “I guess now you’re permanently my little good luck charm.”

Your hands raised to frame his face like artwork and you stole a few more kisses before replying adoringly, “Always, baby.”

He sat back from you again, still knelt fully bare between your spread legs, and his hands traveled down the shape of your naked body as he admired every inch of you. His fingertips fell to a stop over the little tattoo on your hip, his lips pricking into a fond smile, “How did I get so lucky to find a woman like you?”

And your years together flicked past your mind like a photo album, thinking back to that one weekend when you worked abroad at a luxury hotel and one of your VIP guests had taken a liking to you. Lingering in the memory of it for a moment, you simply shrugged playfully, “You booked at the right hotel.”

“I guess I did, huh?” George chuckled warmly while his hands continued to trace over your body, around your thighs, up your legs, replying cheekily, “Though I think I only booked at that hotel because it had a nice gym…”

“Uh huh,” you drew out in sarcastic acknowledgement, a love-sick grin spread across your face just as he leaned down for a smiling kiss.

George then left another kiss to the underside of your jaw, musing, “Crazy to think that back then I had no idea that I was going to meet the best thing that ever happened to me."

With a calm smile, your eyes fluttered closed as the warmth of his words washed over you and the feeling of his lips trailing kisses down your neck started to fuel that unyielding heat within you once more. Instinctively, your legs parted a little more as his hand trailed its way between your thighs, teasing along your supple skin but never quite reaching where you were aching. No matter how much you both craved each other after so long, there was something about the build up—the dangling what you could have right in front of your noses without being able to grab it—that made the final release all the more worthwhile. 

“I missed you so much,” you breathed, raking your fingers through his hair, “Missed you kissing my body…touching me…”

He hummed against your chest as he kissed over your collarbones, his hand sliding up your thighs gently, “I missed you too, so much. Every night I was alone in my hotel room, I thought of you...wishing you were there with me…”

You kept your eyes closed as you listened to him speak, turning all your attention to how he touched you and spoke to you, like you were a treasure. It was all you could think about and all you had been thinking about: him, alone in those hotel rooms, and all that he got up to in your absence. Texts and images sufficed in a pinch but nothing could measure up to the real thing. 

George kissed over your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth one at a time for a teasing little suckle before he spoke against them, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind. All I could think about was all the dirty things I wanted to do with my perfect girl when I got home…”

“Please…I missed you…” you breathed with an edge of a whine to your voice. 

“You’ve been a good girl for me while I was gone, haven’t you?” George asked, leaning back from you just enough to look down into your eyes with his hand lingering tauntingly close to your cunt but just not quite there, his firm palm keeping your thighs open. 

You nodded, staring up into his pretty eyes that were dilated almost black with lust, “Yes, I was so good.”

“Mhm?” George’s thumb grazed over your inner thigh, “And my needy girl touched herself while I was gone?”

You nodded again, a hand reaching to grasp his bicep as you kept your eyes on his, “Yeah…and said your name when I made myself come every time. But I only used my vibrator…nothing went inside…that’s only for you.”

“God…good girl, that’s what I like to hear, baby.” George praised lowly.

As if as a reward for your honesty, George dragged his fingers along your pussy, moving effortlessly with how soaked you already were since the moment you had picked him up from the airport. You shuddered and he leaned down to kiss down your stomach and over the small 63 inked into your skin on your bikini line while his fingers continued their taunting ministrations over your cunt. Beneath your hand, his hair was soft, and you curled your fingers in the strands as he made his way down your body before placing a ghostly kiss to your clit. 

When you took a sharp inhale of breath, he chuckled warmly, his breath falling against your skin, and his finger drawing taunting circles across your glistening lips, “So wet. Just for me, isn’t that right? Always so good for me.”

“Yeah…I need you so bad,” you exhaled.

“Mm, and I just need a little taste of you first,” he replied effortlessly before leaning down to drag his tongue right up your cunt, parting your lips, earning himself a greedy taste of you and the way your wetness clung to his lips and dripped down his chin from only one fleeting touch. 

You were soaked and as he tended to you like that, it was growing more and more unbearable. When his tongue met you again, you tossed your head back against the bed with a groan, pushing your hips up towards his face. You could feel the slight vibration from the way he chuckled against your swollen clit before he was pulling back just far enough to be able to watch the way his finger dragged down across your cunt again, licking his lips at the sight before him. 

“Look at that tiny, drippy little pussy.”

You groaned needily, “George…”

He shifted over top of you so he could lean down and kiss his name from your lips, his right hand still helping itself to languid caresses of your pussy before, finally, he was slowly sinking his middle finger inside you. You gasped into his mouth and he groaned right back as you both tried to keep kissing as he sunk his one finger in slowly, slowly, until he was knuckle deep. Your legs parted a little wider to accommodate him, wanting to feel as much as possible, and habitually, your pussy pulsed around his single digit. 

George groaned out of your kiss, his words falling against your cheek, “Just one finger and you’re this tight…I don’t know how I’m even gonna fit inside you, baby.”

“Been so long,” you played along expertly as you tangled your fingers in the back of his hair and pulled his lips onto yours again, kissing him fiercely as his finger curled inside you. 

You could feel his hard cock against your thigh with how he was leaning over you, the tip leaking and you could feel the dampness of it against your skin. With a subconscious roll of his hips against your body, George mumbled lustfully between your shared kisses, “Yeah? You think it’s gonna hurt when I put it inside?” 

“Yeah,” you whimpered out a reply.

It was barely out of your mouth before he was adding a second finger, pushing it into your tight muscles as he kissed you through it, only broken when your head tossed back against the pillow with a groan. Your hips nudged up against his touch as he curled his two fingers inside you, his breath panted against your cheek as he felt the way you throbbed around him, squeezing his two fingers tightly. 

“You're so tight...my fingers are barely fitting, baby,” he whispered hoarsely against your cheek, thrusting his fingers into you a little more insistently against the snugness that enveloped them, “God, you're gonna feel incredible.”

“Please stretch me open,” you breathed, feeling hazy with pleasure, “Make it fit…”

George’s breath shuddered against your face, his eyelashes fluttering over the apple of your cheek, and he groaned out a low, “Yeah, darling, I got you.”

“Please…please,” you whimpered out, writhing beneath his hands and so far past the point of turned on. You could feel how your body squeezed his two fingers, only two fingers, and you craved more of that feeling of being filled by him more than anything. 

George left one more kiss to your jaw before he was sitting back from you so he was kneeling between your spread legs, two fingers still knuckle deep inside you and rocking steadily as he hushed you with a sweet, “I know, my love. Be patient, okay? You don’t have to wait much longer.”

His eyes were focused on his task and the way your gorgeous pussy was wrapped around his fingers and just sucking him in with every quirk of his wrist. You were soaking his fingers and leaking down the side of his hand and he couldn’t help himself but slowly slipped in a third finger at the next push. A broken, pleasured cry slipped from your lips, head tossing back, as he slowly stretched you out a little more after a whole month apart, and your fingers splayed across the bedsheets for something to hold onto. With his other hand, he framed the little tattoo on your hip with the space between his thumb and forefinger, both to hold you still and so he had a perfect view of his number inked into your skin. All for him. 

The sounds you made had him groaning; he loved when you got to the point where you were so into it that you didn’t even notice when noises like that slipped out. Noises only he could elicit from you. His three fingers pushed a little faster inside you and made the lewdest, wettest sounds, while his other hand stroked his thumb over the tattoo on your hip. Through your hazy gaze, you could see the way his bicep bulged with how intently he was focusing on fingering you, wanting to bring you only the strongest pleasure in every way only he knew how. 

After a moment, his fingers slowed, and he took a second to spread them apart inside you, helping to stretch you open a little more and you pulled in a sharp breath at the ache. George then leaned down and kissed your stomach before easing his fingers out of you entirely and moving back. You whined softly in protest while your eyes followed him as he leaned across the bed and yanked open the bedside table drawer to fish out the bottle of lube and, as he did so, you reached down to swipe your fingers across your pussy and bring them up to your lips for a taste. 

George could only smirk down at you as he watched you suck your fingers clean and he fumbled with the cap on the bottle briefly before managing to pop it open. You watched him patiently, nothing but the sounds of your shared anticipatory breaths filling your bedroom. He poured a generous amount on your cunt and you gasped faintly at the cool sensation against the heat of your skin, wide eyes watching how his fingers rubbed it in before he was smearing the excess along the shaft of his cock in languid strokes. 

He then nodded towards the top of the bed as he snapped the bottle shut, “Put a pillow under your hips, love.”

You reached above you and grabbed one of the pillows before heaving up your hips on jelly-like legs so you could ungracefully shove it under your bum. With his clean hand, he helped you get settled before he was shuffling up closer on his knees between your spread legs, making sure you were at that perfect height for him to drag the head of his cock between your glistening lips. You gasped, your whole body almost twitching. 

His chuckle was low and warm and taunting and he pushed his hips forward just enough to have the length of his dick resting on top of your pelvis as if to replicate just how deep he could reach inside you. You stared down at it intently, reaching a hand out to gently pet the swollen head that was fully past the confines of his foreskin now, red and angry and desperate. George gave you a lazy mock thrust against you, smearing the lube from his dick over the hair of your pelvis and simply taunting you just a little more. 

“Look at me,” he called adoringly, luring your eyes to raise to his face, “There you are…such a pretty girl.”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he guided the head of his cock back and forth over your clit, desperate eyes staring up at him above you, feeling as if you were burning from the inside out with need for him. 

“Please…” you exhaled uselessly, fingers curling around his wrists as if to pull him where you wanted him. 

“Please what? Use your words.” George taunted.

The words tumbled from your lips without thought, the haze of your arousal fading your filter until all you could say was any and all filthy desires that grazed your mind, “Want your big dick inside me…split me open…please.”

“Yeah?” he cooed, his hand sliding down your body to spread your pussy open between two fingers so he could angle the head of his cock against your entrance, “Be a good girl for me, alright?”

You nodded as you stared up at him and kept your eyes on his handsome, focused face, shuddering at the feeling of him starting to press against your painfully tight pussy. He kept your lips spread with his fingers to give himself some more room, his other hand guiding himself inwards until there was some resistance as the snugness of your muscles wrapped around him. The both of you pulled in sharp breaths at the shift, words unnecessary in that moment as he started to envelop himself in the perfect heat of your body. 

Yes, it had been a month since you had each other like that—a long, agonizing month—and although you were all too familiar with each other’s bodies, the feeling of having to stretch around the size of him again felt a little painful. You winced a little as you dropped a hand down to grab onto his wrist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip through the scrunch of your nose at the aching pressure it spread across your hips. It wasn’t bad…besides, you liked it when it hurt a little. 

“Fuck,” George huffed out, falling forward a little with his hand pressed flat on the mattress beside your head as he slowly sunk deeper into you, “Christ, you’re so tight—”

“Please make it fit,” you whimpered needily, hands curling under his arms to grasp onto his shoulders with your legs splayed wide on either side of his broad body.

His eyes raised to yours with a fire behind them that was unmissable and his voice was low, strained, “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

“Shit,” you squeaked, nails pressing into his shoulders as he gave you another little grind of his hips, “it’s so fucking big—”

“Mhm, I know, baby. It’s so much for your little tight cunt, isn’t it?” he groaned softly down to you, “But you’re taking me like such a good girl.”

George ground a little deeper, giving you slow, shallow thrusts to ease into you, taking his time to feel every inch of you stretching around him and working to accommodate him. You could see on his face how much he was holding back, how much he was working to keep himself together for the sake of leaning into the on-going taunt that he could barely fit inside you after a month apart. Sure, it was a little fictitious for the sake of leaning into that filthy dirty talk but that was what made it all the more thrilling. 

“Just let me in a bit further. Just an inch more.” George told you. When you whined and squirmed underneath him, trying to adjust, he reached to grab your cheeks and force your eyes on his again. He spoke with words dripping in honey, “You want all of it, don’t you? Say yes, pet. It’s just an inch.”

“Yes,” you purred, “Yes, please…I want all of it.”

His hips rocked against yours a little deeper, finally giving you every last bit of him. The glorious warm pressure that radiated across your hips and deep inside you had your eyes rolling, fluttering shut, moaning to the ceiling as he just stayed there for a second, the both of you just wrapping yourselves around that feeling. Overwhelming, intense, passionate. 

George was staring down at your face and you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every little reaction to feeling him like that, “Feels so good to get stuffed full after so long, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but giggle out.

You clutched onto his back a little tighter as he started to thrust into you in deep, curling motions that had you feeling almost every last inch of him sliding out and back in. George sank down onto his forearms on either side of your head, nose to nose, staring into your eyes as your chests rose and fell in time, breathing as one. He was slow with it but so intensely passionate, grinding deep into you so his cock kissed your cervix every time, forcing you to pull in tight breaths at the feeling. 

“Christ…” George groaned, resting his forehead against yours, “I’m never leaving you for that long again…I can’t…”

You clutched onto him and tilted your head up to capture his lips with yours in an off-centered kiss, sharing silent agreement at his lust-fueled dramatics. You moaned into his mouth as he started to thrust into you a little faster, as if his raw need was taking over, your hands pulling across his skin and the flexing muscles of his back and sides. When the kiss had to break to prioritize breathing, he didn’t move away, staying on top of you to feel you as close as possible as he fucked into you hungrily. 

The lewd plap, plap, plap of wet skin slapping filled the room, made all the more wet from the plethora of lube he had added to your already sopping pussy. It was as if he wanted it as messy as possible, wanting every single one of your senses to be taken up by your reunion. And as he got a little rougher with it, the bed started creaking beneath his strength, but he countered the aggression with a large hand under your neck as if cradling your head, thumb caressing behind your ear, right at your hairline. 

Your hands moved from his back to his arms, wrapping your fingers around his large biceps as he held himself up over top of you, letting him fuck the whimpers from your lips and the tears to your eyes. You couldn’t stop staring at him like that, as if all the times you had imagined him over the prior month hadn’t been able to truly do him justice. And this way, it was so much easier to get yourself there, giving everything up to him, feeling the familiar sizzling coil of pleasure in the pit of your stomach start to burn hotter. 

It was as if the first anticipatory clench of your cunt around him had him immediately aware that you were getting close and without another word, he pulled right out of you and sat back. You shrieked in surprise and frustration, left uncomfortably empty, and before you could open your mouth to plead with him, he was sitting himself on the end of the bed again.

“Come here,” he ordered, impatiently, wrapping his fingers around your ankle for a tug, “Ride me.”

On trembling limbs, you heaved yourself up from your lying position and crawled over to him at the foot of the bed and he helped to guide your leg across his lap so your back was to his chest. Once you were straddling him, it was then that you noticed the full length mirror affixed to one of your closet doors, displaying your reflection back at you. Suddenly, the method behind his madness made all the more sense to you. 

“I want you to see how good we look together,” George cooed from behind you, “How good we fit together.”

George swiped your hair over one shoulder so he could peer over the other to watch your reflection too before he trailed his hands down your body and helped you get comfortable on your knees on either side of his lap. The feeling of his cock pressing against your inner thigh was invigorating and you shuddered as he reached down to glide it between your cheeks before guiding you to sink down on it. You watched the way your mouth fell open in the mirror at the stretch until your ass was right down on him, his entire dick disappearing inside you.

“That’s it,” George groaned lowly, his hands finding your waist, “Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”

There was no need for him to set the pace because right then, you were already taking over by starting to bounce yourself on his lap. His moan from behind you was handsome and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as that steady slap of wet skin on skin filled your bedroom again and your gaze was trained in on the mirror. George, too, was watching intently, hands useless on your waist, but his eyes all over you.

“Look at your gorgeous body, fuck.” he huffed, “And that sweet little tattoo.”

With your legs spread on either side of him, that little 63 on your bikini line was entirely visible in the mirror, moving along with your bounces on his lap. His hands caressed your hips and his slender fingers traced over the ink as you moved before they were sliding higher to grab your breasts so he could cup them firmly and pinch your nipples as you rode him. Your head dropped back against his shoulder with a pathetic groan. 

“Uh uh,” he scolded lightly, grabbing your cheeks in one hand to heave your head up, “Watch.”

You blinked heavily as you tried to keep your attention on the mirror but the lust that poured itself through your veins was intense and overwhelming and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. It felt like a dream. You slowed to a stop and, instead, started to grind yourself on his lap just to feel how he pressed inside of you in all the right spots.

George’s hands let go of your chest and he rubbed your inner thighs with how gloriously you were spread for him before three fingers magnetized to your clit and he gave the swollen spot a little caress. Your hips jumped against his touch, inhaling sharply, and he smirked against your shoulder and slapped his fingers down against your pussy just to hear you gasp again. 

He gave it another smack before speaking, “This perfect little pussy of yours just stretched so tight around my big cock. You see that?” 

With both hands, he spread your legs wider and you watched through the mirror to earn a front row view of how he was tucked entirely inside you, your swollen lips gripping around him as you leaked down to his balls. His fingertips gently caressed your cunt, right where you were connected.

George hummed against your ear, tutting a mocking, “Poor thing.”

“Feels so good inside me,” you whined, grinding down on him a little more until he was kissing your cervix and tears were blurring in your eyes. 

“Yeah, you feel me so deep, don’t you?” he taunted, circling his fingertips over your clit lazily. 

“Yeah…” you withered. 

“Yeah? How deep?” George’s breath against the shell of your ear as his right hand slid up your body until it was splayed across your abdomen, just beneath your navel. He pressed down just a little as he asked, “Here?” 

The added pressure of his hand pressing down right above where he was tucked inside you had your whole body flinching and a soft shriek slipped past your lips. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” George chuckled warmly. 

In a flurry of need, you started to move in ungraceful bounces on him again, panting heavily as the heat of pleasure and exertion overtook you. You could hardly focus on the mirror in front of you with how intense it was feeling but the reflection of his body beneath yours was captivating, forcing you to try and keep your eyes from closing. It was made all the more difficult with how the heel of George’s palm was pressing against your abdomen to add just a slightest bit of squeeze around his cock still tucked inside you as you rode him hungrily. 

Just then, his hands gripped at your doughy hips and started to move you a little himself, guiding you along into firm bounces that had your ass clapping loudly against his lap. With a moan, he spoke, “Fuck, you feel so good…makin’ me wanna put a baby in this beautiful body of yours.”

Shivers tore through you at his words and you moaned loudly, head dropping back against his and your hand reaching up behind you to grab a fistful of his hair as you stumbled out a pathetic, “Please! I wanna feel you fill me up…wanna be all sloppy for you—”

“Oh, I know, doll,” George said against your ear to make sure you heard every word despite the noise of your rendezvous, “Not even gonna wait until you’re my wife. Gonna get you pregnant now…fill you right up…so you have a pretty little belly when walking down the aisle. So everyone can see who you belong to…who’s the only one cumming inside you.”

It was as if his words flipped a switch in you, sending you far past the point of turned on until you were insatiable for it, for him, willing to do anything for him. Without a thought from your brain, you sobbed out a pleading, “Please, daddy. I want it so bad, want you to fill me up.”

That title didn’t slip out often—and if you were in your proper state of mind you would entirely decline ever voluntarily using it—but when you were so far past the point of desperation, sometimes your filter gave way completely. And when it did, George—who would also decline enjoying being on the receiving end of such a title in his proper state of mind—would seize on it with a dark, hungry smile, as if the sound of it alone shattered whatever restraint he had left.

His hands gripped your body, tugging you right down on him and holding you there, murmuring right up against your ear with his eyes still fixed on yours through the mirror, “Yeah? You really want that, huh? Want daddy to put a baby in you?”

Trying to squirm against his firm hold, you whimpered pathetically, legs starting to tremble from exertion, “Please—”

“God, I love that…you saying please, huh? Being such a good girl for daddy,” he groaned, hands squeezing your hips so hard you thought you were going to have his fingerprints marked on you. He reached down and gave your pussy another smack, “Begging so prettily for me.”

You squealed at the hit, legs trying to close, but he shoved them apart again before guiding you off his lap and onto the bed. He stood up and grabbed your ankle to yank you towards the foot of the bed again, manhandling you like suddenly he had newfound purpose, a goal based on primal hunger in need of being fulfilled. He moved you how he wanted you until you were flat on your back at the edge of the mattress with the pillow stuffed under your hips again, your legs pushed back towards your chest, and he leaned down to leave a few sloppy kisses to your messy cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut with a strained groan from your pouted lips and you tried to reach for him but he was already moving away and around the side of the bed. 

“Stay right there,” he ordered as he opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out your vibrator, the classic magic wand that both of you had grown to know all too well. 

He was back in front of you at the foot of the bed in a blink and he tossed the wand to the side for later to, instead, focus on the priority of the moment: getting back inside you. George grabbed your thighs and tugged you a little closer just to make sure you were right where he needed you, your ass positioned just slightly off the end of the bed, and he leaned down to let a thick dribble of spit fall from his lips onto your messy pussy. Then, he was smearing it in with the head of his cock before plunging it strongly inside you all the way.

You shrieked in surprise, hands flying out to grab onto the sheets as he filled you right up again and then immediately starting to find a steady pace. It had you falling perfectly silent, heavy-lidded eyes staring up at him with your mouth agape as he fucked you on the side of the bed. It had already been so much for you that your legs were naturally trying to squeeze shut but, instead, George grabbed your ankles and forced your legs open in a wide v-shape, leaving you perfect spread for him to thrust roughly into your broken-in pussy. 

You were so sensitive that it almost hurt, not to mention that he was hitting so incredibly deep that it almost had you seeing stars, lacing your moans with strained whimpers as you stared up at him. George didn’t look away from your eyes for a second as he kept his consistent pace, even as the headboard started to hit the wall with how hard he was giving it. Your face scrunched up in a pleasured wince. 

“Mm, look at you,” he cooed breathily, letting go of one of your ankles to drag his fingers over your swollen bottom lip and you opened up to take them in your mouth as he taunted, “Say ‘it hurts, daddy’.”

“It hurts, daddy” you echoed through his fingers, drooling around them, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. 

“But my pretty little slut likes it when it hurts a little, doesn’t she?”

You nodded meekly.

“Yeah…good girl,” he praised lowly, keeping his firm pace as he let go of your other ankle and reached across the bed for the wand without stopping. The steady buzz of the vibrator filled the room and the sound made your body shiver in anticipation, peering up at him with his fingers in your mouth and his dick still shoving strongly inside you, wondering if this was heaven. 

George kept the wand gripped in his fist and lowered it to let the rounded vibrating head just barely touch your clit. It was so intense that your entire body flinched and you squealed around his fingers, hands flying forward to grab onto his arms. 

“Oh fuck—” George gasped lowly, strained, still fucking into you and he watched it so intently. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your throat instead, pinning you to the bed and letting the head of the toy brush up and down over the hood of your clit as he spoke down to you with a voice thick with lust, “You thought I’ve forgotten how to play with you after a month?”

You could hardly formulate an answer with the pleasure that tore through you, unable to even respond to his rhetorical question, head arching back on the bed as you struggled to keep your legs spread for him and his pleasurable attack. Instead, your left hand grabbed onto his wrist that held you pinned down, the diamond of your engagement ring glinting in the afternoon sun that poured in through the open curtains. George thought there was no better sight than you sweaty and flushed with pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes, and nothing but him on your mind. 

He groaned lowly, speaking over the sound of the bed hitting the wall in a steady rhythm, “You’re tightening up so perfectly around me, love. Does that feel good?”

You nodded, having lost the ability to properly reply to him, but forcing yourself to stumble out a ragged, “Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he taunted.

He kept the wand right against your clit, the relentless vibration paired with how deliciously he was fucking you making you dizzy. You could feel it building again, that intense coiling deep within you that felt like every nerve in your body was sizzling in anticipation, with need. The month apart was near torture, having to get yourself off alone. It was nothing compared to him. 

All you could do was clutch at his wrist and stare up into his eyes and chant out a pathetic, whimpering, never ending, “Like that, like that, like that—”

“Come on, that’s it,” George encouraged through a clenched jaw as he kept his pace going.

And then it hit you all at once, rendering you absolutely silent for a beat, eyes rolling and head aching back with a gaping mouth as your entire body tensed right up. George groaned deeply at the grip your pussy clutched him with into your orgasm but he didn’t let up, keeping his hard thrusts into your body with the wand still held firmly against your throbbing clit. 

After the first wave, you heaved in a shrieking breath into the second one with a sobbing, “Fuck, daddy! Shit!” 

The pleasure tore through you in intense waves that made your whole body start to tremour with how strong it was, nearly vibrating against the bed and under his hand. It was an immense relief unlike anything else and you couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle through it, especially with how he wasn’t stopping. But then George was leaning down and swallowing up your pleasured laughter with a sloppy kiss, the wand still trapped between your bodies in place in his tight fist, hips rutting hard against yours.

The moment your orgasm tapered out and the overwhelm set in quickly, you were breaking away from his lips with a groan and a tilt of your head, slapping your hand against his bicep to get him to let up. George leaned back with a proud chuckle, removing the wand from your swollen, aching clit and he switched it off to set aside again, and he slowed his thrusts to give you a second to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” he checked in warmly as he let go of your throat. 

“Yeah,” you giggled, draping your arms above your head, “Holy shit, I missed that so much.”

“Me making you cum?” 

“Uh huh.”

George leaned back down for another tongue-led kiss in silent agreement and when he pulled back, his hand navigated down to the tattoo on your hip, tracing it with gentle fingers that contrasted the passionate roughness you had just shared. For a moment, you swore you could feel his cock throb inside you. And then, as if driven by the need that stemmed from seeing you branded with his number in his handwriting, he slowly curled his hips towards yours in a gentle thrust. 

You hummed softly, keeping your legs spread for him, arms draped above your head, watching as he started to fuck you again at the foot of the bed. His large hands slid down your thighs and gently pushed them a little farther open so he could see all of you, how you wrapped around him so snugly, how you sucked him in with every purposeful thrust. The sound of his gentle groan warmed through your veins and you watched how he stared at you so lovingly, his thumbs caressing the apex of your thighs and pelvis as he held you open, giving you every inch in slow, delicious succession. 

After a few moments, losing his own self-control, he started to speed up. Your fingers grasped at the sheets you were laying on as he finally matched his pace from earlier, shoving into you all the way in a consistent, firm motion, forcing the headboard to hit the wall again and again and again. Your head arched back with a whine to the ceiling, still overly sensitive from your previous orgasm and even though he wasn’t touching your clit, it still all felt very intense. 

“Ohh my God, George—” you withered, eyes rolling shut, knuckles turning white as you fisted the sheets.

He was looking at you like you were going to be the last thing he ever saw, like he could spend eternity with his eyes fixed on every tiny movement you made, “Oh, look at that…there it is, there’s my sweet, whimpering, needy girl…God you’re so beautiful.”

You could hardly stay still from how perfectly he was taking you, forcing him to really grip your thighs in place to keep you from moving too much. It was a feeling beyond yourself, taking you over completely, feeling so much more intense than anything had for as long as you could remember. You heaved your head up to stare down your body and watch how he fucked into you mercilessly, hungry, creating the most erotic of symphonies between the lewd squelch of your body and the wet slaps of your skin and the creak of the bed and the headboard hitting the wall. In any other state of mind, you might have been worried about your neighbours. 

Instead, now, you were too busy trying to keep yourself together as George brought the wand back in and rested the vibrating head against your swollen clit, forcing a shriek from your throat and pleasured tears streaked down your cheeks. Your eyes screwed shut and you dropped back down flat on the bed, flailing stupidly across the sheets with a crying, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re just asking to be filled up,” George purred, his voice thick and ragged and oh so beautiful, “You need a creampie so bad, don’t you? Need me to fucking fill you up…fucking breed you?”

Sure, it was all performative given that you still had an IUD, but both of you got off on the concept of a pregnancy risk…on the concept of making a family together. Regardless, you couldn’t answer him, too beside yourself with the intensity of it all and yet all you wanted was more. You just wanted him in every way imaginable. 

“Yeah, come on…you got another one in there for me…don’t you, darling?” he taunted through his teeth, desperate to make your orgasm again as his bicep bulged with how tightly he was gripping the wand and holding it against your clit, “Be a good fucking girl for daddy and come all over my cock and…I’ll give you what you want.”

It came on fast, that one, tearing a cry from your chest that nearly echoed through your bedroom as he fucked you through it. George groaned hard with how tightly you gripped around him and he stared down between your legs to watch your pussy flutter around his cock as your second orgasm hit. He held the vibrator in place, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you from squirming too much with how your body trembled and writhed through your sobbing pleasure. His eyes widened as he watched you cream around him, slicking him up with every thrust, and a small trickle of liquid spilled out of you and onto the pillow and the edge of the bed sheets beneath you.

“Jesus fucking Christ—” George barely got out before he was succumbing to you right after, desperately trying to keep fucking into you as he finally came. Hard. 

Yeah, it was no comparison to his hand over the prior month, nothing measured up to how you felt around him, and as he plunged himself as deep as he could go in your cunt, every inch of him was blessed by the fluttering vice-like grip of your warm, wet muscles. Fuck. He just kept coming, grinding into a little here or there to ride it out, loving how he swore he could feel the vibration of the wand radiating through your cunt and helping him along more. And, God, you could never get over the feeling of him spurting inside you, warm and thick and so deep.

But it was far too much as you came down from your second orgasm and the feeling of the vibrator still attacking your aching clit felt painful, and you winced and grabbed his wrist to try and push him away with a strained, “Fuck, George, too much, toomuchtoomuchtoomuch—”

He pulled away with a breathless gasp as if you had snapped him back to reality and he moved the wand away and switched it off. Still tucked inside you, he scrubbed his hands over his face for a second to catch his bearings before settling them back down on your thighs, caressing your quivering limbs tenderly. 

“Blimey…I think you almost squirted,” he rasped. 

You chuckled tiredly and took that second to try and catch your breath, sprawled out from the foot of the bed, “What?”

“Yeah…like…” George struggled to formulate words, his mind still hazy from pleasure, “it wasn’t insane or anything but you made more mess than normal.”

You lifted your head up from the bed and propped yourself up on your elbows to look down between your legs to try and see and he guided your hand down to feel the dampness of the pillow beneath your hips. Your eyes raised to his in surprise and you laid back down, “Wow…well it did feel more intense.”

George followed after you to chase your lips, stealing a few breathless kisses from you, muttering between them, “New goal for us then…make it happen.”

You shared soft laughter as he stood up straight again and then he was carefully pulling out of you, leaving behind your gaping pussy and the thick drip of cum that slipped out after him. His fingers followed and swiped it back up to push inside you again, staring at it with a bite to his bottom lip.

“Can’t wait until we take that fucking IUD out,” he murmered as if he weren’t outwardly saying it to you.

“Mm, me too,” your fingers traced up his forearm, “but not until after the wedding.”

He leaned down to kiss the inside of your knee, your thigh, and then left one more just above your pelvis, “I know…only a few more months.”

You ran your fingers through his hair with a content smile on your face, “Can’t wait to marry you…steal your last name…and have a bunch of babies with your pretty eyes running around.”

George looked up at you with those very same pretty eyes and you stroked your thumb over his cheek, feeling the way his face melted into a smile at your words. He turned to kiss the inside of your wrist, breathing out the sweetest, “I love you” you had ever heard fall from his lips.

“I love you too,” you echoed earnestly. 

He helped you clean up after your passionate welcome home and as afternoon melted into evening, the two of you found yourselves cuddling up in your shared bed together, naked, watching the sun fall shallower over the horizon. You shared whispers and kisses and caresses and you both faded in and out of a well deserved nap wrapped in the arms of your lover, skin against skin, heart to heart, letting the day pass you by. 

And in that moment, with him back beside you after so long apart, your soul felt whole again.

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[joelslastofus]

Pretty Girl

[SUMMARY: Joel Miller has always ignored the attraction he’s felt towards you, especially being that your father and him are close friends in Jackson. Until one night, Joel doesn’t feel he can ignore what’s in front of him..]

Chapter 1: Just a drink

Age gap

Ever since arriving to Jackson, your father grew close with the Millers, preferably Joel Miller. The two would have coffee, beer, and sometimes even play a tune together. In the time you had been there you and Joel had become pretty close and he even became your secret beer buddy once a week until he finally put his foot down. It’s not like you weren’t old enough to drink, you were 25, still, he knew how your old man felt about you drinking at all. A bit hypocritical being that your father seemed to depend heavily on alcohol. He never wanted you to make it a habit and he made sure everyone in town knew that.

Today was New Year’s Eve, the guy you were seeing, Henry, you hadn’t seen all day. Still, you expected to see him that night at the event being held. Your father already drunk talking with a few guys hadn’t noticed you look around for Henry and when you did, your heart stopped. His arms were wrapped around a woman that had just arrived to Jackson, his eyes closed as he kissed her. He had no idea you were watching. You didn’t have any energy to confront him, you never believed in fighting over a man.

He obviously made his choice.

Angrily you walked out ignoring the chatter around you, people enjoying themselves, all you really wanted was to get away.

Walking home you noticed Joel on his porch playing his guitar, you breathed a sigh of relief and began walking towards him.

“Nuh-uh, don’t even think about it.”

“Joel, please” you reply, you could feel a knot in your throat holding back tears. Biting his inner lip he looked behind you and next door to your house before standing up and leading the way inside.

“One beer” he gave you a warning glare as he passed you a cold one he had just taken out of the fridge.

“Thanks” you sighed taking a seat at the round wooden table and took a sip.

“Now, why ain’t you at that party?”

You rolled your eyes.

“For what? To see how drunk my father could get?” You chuckled sarcastically. “No thanks”

Joel leaned back on the counter watching you take another desperate sip. He could tell something was bothering you, he could tell you were on the verge of tears.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He crossed his arms as you took another sip shaking your head.

“Actually, got anything stronger than this?”

You looked down at the bottle craving something more.

“I don’t think so-’”

“Come on, Joel. I know you said you didn’t feel right doing this anymore, but you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like a damn kid. Plus I-“ your voice cracked.

“I had a shitty day ok? Just one drink…Don’t make me beg” you whispered tilting your head looking up at him.

His lips tightened as he walked across the room and grabbed his bottle of scotch out of the cabinet and two glasses.

Silently he sat across from you and poured what he figured was just enough for you. Without hesitation, you grabbed the glass and drank it in one gulp.

“Hey, easy”

“Oh-“ you made a sour face shaking your head when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Joel called out.

“It’s me Tommy” your eyes bulged out while Joel signaled for you to stay quiet.

“I’ll be right back, I just gotta have a quick talk with him’” he assured you and left you alone.

Of course, being alone with a full bottle of scotch you took it upon yourself to pour another glass. And as the minutes went on, five turned to ten, ten turned to twenty, you poured yourself another and another.

“The hell are ya doin’?!” Joel walked in to find the bottle half empty.

“You took too long” you shrugged.

“Jesus” he whispered grabbing the bottle off the table as you finished your last drop.

“God dammit, didn’t I tell ya to take it easy with that?”

“I feel fine” you assured him but he knew just how quickly scotch could creep up on a person, let alone someone chugging it.

“I just needed a drink-“

“You had more than ‘a drink’, sweetheart” sarcasm in his tone as he slammed the cabinet shut.

“Well, good” you sat back crossing your arms.

“The least I could do for some fun while Henry enjoys himself out there”

Joel sighed brushing his hand across the back of his neck, of course it was a damn boy. He pushed his jacket back placing his hands on his hips and looked down at the table.

“Henry huh” he repeated.

“Want me to say somethin’ to him?”

“No!” You quickly looked up, not even to spare Henry’s feelings but just because you knew how much the guys already feared Joel.

“It’s stupid” you sniffled.

“What happened?”

“Nothing”

“You came down here and drank up half my damn scotch, might as well tell me” he insisted.

“I don’t know…all these pretty girls in town, who was I kidding?”

Joel knit his brows slightly confused.

“And you think you ain’t one of ‘em?”

“Huh?” He could already see your eyes beginning to dance, barely realizing what he said.

“He didn’t even have the balls to break things off with me, Joel, he just-“ you wiped away a tear as you went on.

“I saw him kissing her at the stupid event but hey I’m glad they’re enjoying themselves” you reached for his glass across the table and took another sip.

“Alright I think you’ve had enough” he pulled the glass back.

“I could see why he liked her so much. I just…I just don’t understand what I did wrong”

“Not a damn thing” Joel’s responded slightly defensive, he never really liked Henry.

He grabbed a chair turning it towards you and sat down. Leaning forward, he took a hold of his glass and finished what was left of his drink.

“I guess..” you raised your brows feeling a buzz.

“Screw him” you shrugged before a sudden laughter took over you.

“This stuff actually has me feeling a bit better now”

“Don’t get used to it” Joel spoke low.

“Oh come on now, Joel. I’m a big girl, I should have the freedom to drink” you began to slowly push yourself up.

“Buuuut- I better get going” you stood up straight and felt the room spin.

“You alright?” Joel looked up at you, ready to get up beside you until you started to walk and stumbled right beside him. Quickly he caught you by your waist, falling right onto his lap. You hadn’t realized how tense Joel’s body became, his grip on your waist tightening as you threw your head back in laughter.

“You know, I haven’t laughed this much in a while” you sighed looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders, you realized how close your face was to his.

“Sorry” you whispered.

“Don’t be” he subtly shook his head noticing how you were staring down at him.

“You know, you have really nice hair” your fingers slowly brushed through his thick waves. He swallowed hard, he didn’t say a word for a moment, his gaze darting between your eyes and lips. Joel had to remind himself who you were in that moment. To say he wasn’t attracted to you would’ve been a lie, to say he wasn’t feeling himself get slowly aroused with you on his lap, an ever bigger one. But he couldn’t, especially not like this.

“Come on, I’ll take ya home.” Joel balanced you on your feet as he stood up beside you.

“Yeah- God I hope my dad’s not home yet” you slurred.

“Second thought, maybe you should stay here for the night”

“Here?! Aw Joel, you’re so kind-“

“I know” irritated by what he somehow got himself into, he began leading you to the bedroom, holding your body against his so you wouldn’t stumble into the wall.

“I’m sorry for drinking your scotch” he sat you down on the bed, your eyes growing heavy.

“Don’t worry about it” down on one knee he took off your boots, scooping up your legs and laying them on the bed.

You sighed throwing yourself back as Joel pulled the blanket up over your body, his face over yours.

“Joel….I ever tell you how sweet you are to me? Even when you’re cranky” your hand gently tapped his face, your finger tips then gently brushing over his facial hair. Glossy eyes washing over his features till they stopped on his lips. Joel himself didn’t move, his jaw tensed as he caught his breathing grow heavy.

“Goodnight, darlin’” you sighed half asleep and closed your eyes.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding headache, rubbing your forehead you turned over before realizing you were not in your bed.

“What the hell?” You whispered picking your head up slowly, your brows furrowed until your eyes stopped on wooden sculptures at the other end of the room.

“Joel” you whispered.

Joel sat at the kitchen table with his glasses laying low on the bridge of his nose, the sound of you rushing down the hall making him look up.

“Joel” you panted.

“I checked, your dad hasn’t been up yet, figured I’d let you sleep” you breathed a sigh of relief before rubbing your painfully throbbing head.

“Ridiculous, as if I’m 15. Um-“ you turned to him awkwardly thinking of the night before, the parts you could remember.

“Did I say anything stupid?”

“No mam” he responded calmly, thinking of the very moment you fell onto his lap, the touch of your soft fingers on his face.

“Good” you whispered.

“Well, thanks, Joel. I better go” you walked to the door about to step out until he called out to you making you look back at him.

“Just so ya know, those girls don’t hold a candle to ya” you felt a tingle in the pit of your stomach, a smile forming on your lips.

“Thank you, Joel”

“See ya around, pretty girl”

He thought you were pretty. Joel Miller thought you were pretty, suddenly the night before didn’t seem so bad at all..

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[ijustwannabecool]

Hi :)

1 Could you do one similar to the just like papa story with Charles but this time his son is a little older and crashes hard for the first time and his son has a little panic attack and he comforts him thank you ☺️

Brave Like You

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary... After his son crashes for the first time during a karting race, Charles has to be the calm in the storm. But when panic sets in and tears fall, he realizes that even bravery needs a place to rest. Sometimes, the strongest thing a little boy can do… is let his father hold him.

Warnings: panic attack (child), crash on track (no serious injury), protective dad mode, tears, comfort and hugs

A/N: I hope I did your idea justice. I love soft dad!Charles.

If you loved this story and want to support more F1 comfort chaos like this, feel free to buy me a coke or just reblog/comment so more people can find it ❤️

As always—thank you for reading, and I hope you have the gentlest day today 💌🏁

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The crash isn’t loud.

It’s the silence after that hits you harder.

From the bleachers, you see the kart spin. One wheel catches the edge of the curb wrong. The back end swings out. And then—it flips. Not high, not fast, but enough. Enough to knock the wind out of your chest.

“Charles—” you start, but he’s already running.

By the time you reach the edge of the paddock, Charles is crouched beside your son, helmet off, crouched low to meet his eyes. Your son’s chest is rising too fast. His little gloved hands are trembling. His face is pale, and his bottom lip quivers even though he’s clearly trying not to cry.

He’s panicking.

You’ve seen it in Charles before, years ago. You’ve seen it in mirrors of hospital rooms and post-race silence. You know what it is.

“I—I couldn’t stop it,” your son stammers. “I thought—what if it kept rolling? What if—what if I got stuck, Papa?”

Charles doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t try to fix it. He just holds him.

And not the half-hearted “you’re okay, move on” hug most boys get from sports dads.

No—Charles wraps him in his arms. His hand curls protectively over the back of his neck, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair. He pulls him close, tucks his head into the crook of his neck, and lets him sob.

“You’re safe,” Charles murmurs, again and again. “I’m right here. You’re safe.”

Your son’s chest stutters. “I wasn’t brave.”

Charles pulls back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Mon champion,” he says softly, “do you know how many times I’ve crashed?”

Your son blinks. A few tears roll down his cheek.

“I flipped a kart when I was eight and thought I’d never drive again. I crashed in Formula 2 and couldn’t feel my arms for minutes. I’ve hit the wall in Monaco. In Spa. I’ve cried, too. I’ve panicked. But I always came back.”

He places a hand over his son’s heart.

“Being brave doesn’t mean you don’t get scared. It means you come back after.”

There’s a long pause. Then, in a small voice:

“Will you stay with me?”

Charles nods. “All day. All night. As long as you need.”

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Later, your son falls asleep in the hotel bed, clutching the race suit he didn’t get to finish the race in.

Charles is quiet beside you, watching his chest rise and fall.

“I couldn’t breathe when I saw the kart flip,” he says, barely a whisper. “I thought—I can’t lose him. Not him.”

You press your hand over his. “You didn’t. You never will.”

He nods. “He’s so little. But he’s already stronger than I ever was.”

You smile. “No. He’s strong because of you.”

Charles doesn’t say anything after that. He just leans over, presses a kiss to his son’s temple, and whispers something in French you don’t quite catch.

But you know what it means.

I’m proud of you. Even now. Especially now.

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The end.