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The First Taste

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You meet Joel, your dad's best friend, for the first time after your dad begged you to join them at the lake to keep Sarah company. Both you and Joel become fascinated by each other the moment the two of you met.

Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON, heavy sexual tension, drug usage (weed only), petnames, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), fingering, voyerism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, swimming??, no outbreak

Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): The First Taste by Fiona Apple

PART 2 PART 3

A/N: This takes place four years before Blow My Load, but can be read as a standalone.

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"Dad, I thought it was supposed to be a "boy's trip," and the last time I checked, I am not a boy." You point at your body as you tell your dad. For some reason, he is begging you to come to the lake with him and his friends the day before they leave. "Why won't you just tell me why you want me to go? And maybe I'll give you an answer."

You finally got him to crack.

Your dad let out a defeated sigh as he scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit your dad was about to say. "Well, you see, honey, one of the guys couldn't get a babysitter for his kid, and I offered you to keep her company." He winced.

And there it is. The thing he was holding back from you

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. You really couldn't believe this shit. "Are you serious, dad? I refuse to babysit some random kid because you offered me up without even asking me first!" You exclaimed at him. "I don't even know a damn thing about this kid."

"Look, I know it was wrong for me to do that, sweetheart, but I swear Sarah is a good kid. Most of the time she has her headphones in and minds her business." He tries to reason with you, almost pleading with you. You began to feel bad for blowing up on him like that, but it really did piss you off that you had to watch someone else's kid. "I'll even pay you."

This weekend, you planned on doing nothing but self-care. You wanted to do nothing but stay home, watch movies, get a mani and pedi, go get a massage, drink, and maybe even play with the new toy you just bought yourself at Spencers.

You feel yourself giving into your dad; it wasn't the money that made you say yes, but the fact that he always found a way to make you feel bad, even if he didn't mean to do it. "Ugh, fine!" You scoff as you turn to look away from him. From the corner of your eye, you can see his body perk up.

Your dad lets out a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank you so much, sweetheart! You're such a lifesaver; you know that, right?" He slaps your shoulder playfully, causing you to shrug it off and narrow your eyes at him playfully as well.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How old is your friend's daughter, anyway?" You asked him, unfazed by it all.

"I think she's around 14?" Your dad said cluelessly. "Not too bad, right? I'm sure that you can find something to talk about with her."

It wasn't that bad, but what the fuck would you, a 21-year-old, have in common with a 14–15-year-old girl?

"I guess. I'm gonna start getting my stuff all packed up," You tell him as you turn around to go up to your room.

"Alright, sweetheart, and thanks again!" He exclaims to you as you make your way farther up the steps.

"Yup!" You yell it out dismissively.

As much as you hated the circumstances, you were happy you were finally able to get away for a little bit.

...

It was the next day, and you were tired as hell after only getting four hours of sleep. You had spent all night packing and stressing about what you were going to wear. It wasn't like you were trying to impress anyone, but this was your first time meeting your dad's friends, and you wanted to look decent.

You had left it up to your dad to pack your things into the car as you were too tired to do anything besides shower, put your clothes on, and lay back down for a little until it was time to go. As you lay face down on the bed, knocked out, you heard your dad knock on the door. "Hey, kiddo, are you ready to head out?" He asked you as he stood at the door.

You slowly sit up on your bed as you yawn and stretch your arms over your head. "Yeah, let me just get up and grab my purse and stuff."

"Got it." Your dad says this before turning around and making his way downstairs.

After moments of sitting on your bed, stairing into space, you got up, grabbed your purse, and began to leave your room. However, on your way to the door, you see the pouch that contained your weed and weed paraphernalia. You hesitantly swiped it from your dresser, dropped it into your bag, and went downstairs.

If the men got to have their fun, why couldn't you?

Once you get to the last step, you hear your dad saying bye to someone on the phone before turning to you. "My buddy, Joel, just got to the lake house, so we should start headin' out." He says this as he grabs his keys and motions for you to follow him to the door.

After making sure the security alarm was set and locking the door, the two of you were finally on your two-hour journey to the lake house.

...

You and your dad finally made it to the lake house. It was a three story house that sat on top of a hill, surrounded by nothing but trees.

You and your dad hop out of the car and start bringing your bags to the front door. All of a sudden, the moment you sat the last bag down and brought your fist up to knock at the door, it swung open, revealing a man who looked to be in his early 30s with short, dark, curly hair.

Beside him was a woman with long locs, smiling warmly at you. Meanwhile, the man looked at you with confusion, trying to piece together who you were. You looked familiar to him, but he couldn't put a name to your face.

"Tommy!" Your dad said loudly behind you. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he greeted him. Tommy's eyes moved to look behind you at your dad, and his eyes lit up.

"Oh man, y'all come on in!" He opened the door wider as he and the unnamed woman moved out of the way to allow you to walk in first, followed by your dad. "I'll grab the rest of the bags out there." Tommy says.

Tommy brought the bags in as your dad greeted the lady. "Hey, Maria!" He asked her as he gave her a side hug. "I didn't know you were gonna be joining us this weekend as well."

So that was her name.

"I didn't think I was going to be joining either. Tommy invited me last minute, so I just decided to take some time off of work," She replies back.

They stood near the entrance as they began to get deeper into the conversation, talking about God knows what, leaving you standing there awkwardly as you watched them. You decided to take that moment to observe the room. Even though the house was spacious, it still had a cozy feel to it.

As you were in your own world, your dad gently slapped his hand on your shoulder unexpectedly. "And this young lady right here is my daughter." He smiles at the two as Maria and Tommy turn their attention to you.

"Nice to meet you, kid," He says as he offers his hand to shake yours, which you accept. You shake hands with him before dropping them to your side. Tommy then points to Maria. "This is my wife, Maria."

You shake hands with her as well while you tell them your name. "It's so great to meet you two!" You beam at the couple.

They begin to ask you a series of questions about yourself, such as what university you attended, what your major was, and so on, to which you gladly answer.

However, in the midst of your conversation, your words are abruptly interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. "And here comes my asshole brother, Joel, and my niece, Sarah," Tommy says to you, prompting both you and your dad to look behind you. You can hear Maria let out a loud laugh at Tommy's words.

Your eyes immediately focused on him as he got closer to you, not even paying attention to the fact that his daughter was right behind him as well.

The man named Joel had short, dark, curly hair like Tommy’s; the only difference is that he is a lot shorter, and the roots of his hair were slightly gray at his temples. Joel also had a patchy beard with a thick mustache. He has this rugged and mysterious look to him that completely enraptures you.

He and your dad greet each other, giving a quick bro hug and pulling away. Joel then turns to you, and you feel your hands quiver. His dark, dominant eyes intensify the intimidating aura that surrounds him, yet it still makes him even more interesting to you.

Holy hell, you think to yourself. This man is so fucking fine.

You continued to stare at Joel, saying absolutely nothing, until you realized that he was giving you a confused look as if he were waiting for something. Your eyes darted down, and you realized that he had his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you went to shake his hand.

"Joel," was all he said as the two of you shook hands before he let go and discreetly rubbed his hands into his shirt. You could feel yourself shrink with embarrassment as he did this. Not only did he not even give you a chance to introduce yourself, but he wiped his hands after shaking yours.

What a fucking jerk! Tommy was right; he is an asshole.

You quickly snapped out of your feelings when you realized that Sarah was now in front of you. She wore a pink crop top and jean shorts, while her curly hair was placed in a low ponytail.

She suddenly brings you in for a hug with a massive smile on her face, catching you off guard. Nonetheless, you still happily return the hug.

"I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you!" Unlike Joel, Sarah was a lot more friendly with you. She had this radiant energy to her that made you wonder where she got it from because it definitely wasn't from Joel's grumpy ass. You tell her your name.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sarah!" I return a smile back to her. She seems like the sweetest 14-year-old you've ever met. "I think we're gonna get along just fine this weekend."

"We sure are!"" She agrees.

"Sarah, sweetheart, how've you been?" Your dad asked her.

As your dad began to talk to Sarah, you decided to check Joel out while he listened to the conversation, occasionally putting in his two cents. Unlike the rest of the group, Joel wore a dark gray shirt, jeans, and some boots.

How is he not hot?

I mean, he is hot, but I meant temperature-wise, you think, causing yourself to let out a low chuckle.

You guess you said that out loud because Joel’s head, along with Maria's, Sarah's, and Tommy's, suddenly snapped over to you with eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Your dad's voice slowly began to fade when he saw the mortified expression on Sarah's face.

"Wait, what happened?" Your dad asked cluelessly as he looked around the group. He was so in his own world that he didn't hear what you said. Thank-fucking-goodness. "Everyone just stopped talking all of a sudden."

"Nothing!" You quickly tell him as you give him a disengenious smile before looking at everyone else. Sarah looked embarrassed for you, as Tommy and Maria still looked shocked. You get a glimpse of Joel as you wince in embarrassment and close your eyes; he had this smug look on his face.

You gathered that Tommy obviously loves to fuck around with people because he let out a stifled laugh, causing his wife to slap his arm and tell him to shut up.

You just wanted to die right then and there. This is now the second time today you've embarrassed yourself in front of this sexy ass man.

Your dad, being the clueless person he is, continues on with whatever he is talking about, not even realizing that no one is paying attention to him. Maria interrupts your dad as she clears her throat to catch your attention. She had a sympathetic look on her face. "Sweetie, your room is on the second floor next to, uh, Joel's, if you wanna get settled in," She offered to you. "We're going to head out to the lake and start putting some things on the grill around 2 or so." You just nodded your head because you were too afraid to speak.

"Hey, Joel?" Tommy looked at his brother with a teasing look on his face. "Why don't you go show her to her room, yeah?" He nods his head in the direction of the staircase.

You wished that you could just punch Tommy across the face at this very moment.

"Umm yeah..." Joel agrees slowly as he gives Tommy a dirty look before glancing at you. "Follow me," You nodded your head and grabbed your purse and other bags. As you followed Joel, the group quietly picked up their conversation again.

Without saying a word to each other, you and Joel arrive in the room. He steps aside, allowing you to enter, and turns around to make his way down the hallway to go back downstairs, but you quickly stopped him before he could get any further. "Hey, I'm sorry about what happened down there." You apologized to him. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."

Joel just turns around and gives you a small smirk. "Oh, darlin', I'm far from uncomfortable. I'm actually flattered...more than flattered as a matter of fact." He winks at you before departing down the hallway, leaving you shocked.

You were somewhat relieved that Joel wasn't disgusted by you, but it still didn't help with your embarrassment as much as you hoped it would.

You scanned the room, taking in the room that you were going to be spending your weekend sleeping in. The walls were painted a light gray. There was a queen-sized bed that looked really comfortable and had bedside tables on each side as well as a TV, which was mounted onto the wall opposite the bed. There was a door that led to a balcony. You could see an overview of the calm lake and the tall trees. It was a beautiful view.

...

It's been a while since you went downstairs with everyone. You were still so embarrassed by the incident this morning that you decided to spend most of your time scrolling through social media and catching up with your college friends. The only time you came out of the room was to go to the bathroom.

You eventually rolled out of bed and worked up the courage to join everyone.

After changing your clothes that you had on earlier and putting on your swim suit, you slipped on your oversized shirt, put on some waterproof mascara, and put on some lip gloss.

You made sure to grab your sunglasses, put on your flip-flops, and jogged down the steps.

Once you got down there, you realized that Maria was in the kitchen. You headed towards her, quickly greeting her. "Hi, Maria," You say while positioning yourself behind the chairs on the island. She was gathering something that she needed to put outside.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Maria happily greets you back with a smile as she turns her attention to you. "How're you feeling?" She asked you gingerly as she looked at you with sympathy. Her goal wasn't to embarrass you; she truly wanted to know if you were okay after earlier.

You felt yourself begin to get flustered. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking." You sheepishly replied. You avoided her eyes, beginning to feel awkward.

"Of course. They're out in the back; you should join them." She points to the sliding door. You just nodded your head and made your way to the door. Before you went out there, you stood there looking outside. You could see Joel's tall figure standing over the grill as he flipped the meat and sipped on his beer.

You felt yourself getting nervous just looking at him.

You then looked and saw your dad helping Joel take the food off the grill and start to place it on the table. Meanwhile, Sarah and Tommy sat at the table, talking to each other. Whatever Tommy had said made them let out loud laughs, causing Joel quickly turned around, let out a chuckle, and shook his head. He then went back to putting things on the rest of the food on the serving platter.

His smile is so gorgeous, it almost takes your breath away.

"Are you going out, sweetheart?" Maria asked behind you, startling you. You had forgotten that she was still here.

You turned to her as you began to stammer over your words and realized that her hands were full with plasticware and plates. "Do you need me to help you take those?" You asked her without even answering her question.

"I do actually," She just looked at you with a questionable look before speaking up again. "Can you just grab the forks and spoons from the top and place them on the table out there, please?" She asked. You grabbed the utensils before turning back around and opening the door.

They didn't notice you at first until Sarah caught sight of you and loudly called out your name as you got closer, causing Joel to look over at you as he closed the grill's top.

"Sarah!" You exclaimed dramatically. Once you reached the table, you sat the plasticware down and went over to sit next to her.

You noticed that her hair was wet and that she was wrapped in a towel. "What've you been up to, girlfriend?" You asked her as you sat down in the seat.

"Nothing much; I just took a quick dip in the lake, and now I am starving," Sarah whined out as she looked over at her dad, who was coming over with the food.

You can hear the sound of Joel's heavy feet approaching behind you and stopping at the free seat at the end of the table, which was next to you. He first put the food in the middle of the table, then plopped himself down. We all began to put things on our plates and begin eating.

Tommy grumbled something about starving, causing Sarah to make a joke about how he was always starving. In reply, Tommy stuck his tongue out at the young girl in a teasing manner.

As Joel ate, he was manspreading under the table. You could feel his hairy, bare leg graze against yours, making you move your leg away. Joel wiped his mouth with the napkin, took a sip of his beer, and looked at you with a blank stare, not saying anything.

You decided to speak up and compliment him on the food. "Joel, this is really good," You smile. Everyone hummed in agreement as they ate.

"Why thank you, darlin'?" Joel says, going back to eating.

...

After eating, we all sat there with our tummies full as we sat around talking about whatever came to mind. That was until Sarah ran into the house without saying a word.

"Oh goodness, that girl." He sat back as he watched his daughter running around the house through the sliding door before running back outside with a box of Uno cards.

"Who wants to play?" She asked the whole table as she ran to her seat and plopped down.

We all agreed. She began to shuffle the cards, dealt them out to everyone, and then set up the game. It first started with you, Joel, Maria, Tommy, then your dad, and lastly Sarah.

Sarah was the first one to get Uno, even though she had the most cards at one point. We all accused her of cheating, which she was quick to deny. No one at the table believed her, especially Tommy and Maria. She just rolled her eyes and helped your dad while he was stuck figuring out which cards to play next.

While the two silently argued about which card was the best, you looked over at Joel and saw that all his cards were showing. You looked around and noticed that no one was paying attention to his cards. Tommy and Maria were sitting there watching your dad and Sarah.

"You're bleedin', Joel," you whisper to him as you point to his card. His face scrunched up with confusion as to what you meant. He looked down at himself and saw no blood.

"What, sugar? I ain't bleedin' anywhere," He said as he tried to recall if he had maybe scraped himself anywhere, but it wasn't coming to him. You couldn't help, but laugh at his confusion.

"It means your cards are showing, Joel." You giggled at him as he chuckled a bit and put his cards up so that he wasn't "bleeding" anymore.

"That's so stupid, who taught you that?" You just shrugged your shoulders at his question and looked back over to see if your dad had finally picked up his card yet.

"Oh my gosh, this isn't rocket science, dad! Just pick a card already!" You exclaimed it, causing everyone to laugh.

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" Your dad waved you off as he went back to silently arguing with Sarah about which card to choose.

The game got drawn out longer than it was supposed to because every other minute someone (usually Tommy) would start arguing about another person cheating. And in the end, Tommy lost the game.

We put the cards away as everyone except for Maria decided to hang out by the dock and take a swim. She said something about having to get on the phone with a client of hers, but she would come join us when she was done and would bring popsicles.

You and Sarah walked in front of your dad, Joel, and Tommy until you yelled out, "Beat you there!" to Sarah as you both haphazardly ran down the steps to get to the dock.

"You girls, be careful down those stairs now! Don't want y'all gettin' hurt," Joel yells out from behind. The two of you don't respond or slow down; you just keep giggling and running. Joel had to suppress a smile from appearing on his face. It brought him joy to hear how much fun Sarah was having with you.

Once you make it to the dock, Sarah flings off her towel and jumps into the lake with a squiel before she goes under water and floates back up. You quickly kick off your flip flops, throw your sunglasses down, and take off your shirt. Unlike Sarah, you didn't jump into the water, you sat down on the dock and scooched into the water.

Oh, come on! You should've jumped in!" She says this to you as she splashes you with water. You splashed her back.

"I'm too afraid, Sar-bear!" You yelled out to her, and she gasped. The men appeared from the concrete steps just as she did so. Joel dropped the towels in his arms before walking over in front of us, while your dad and Tommy moved to the other side of the dock with their beers and their folding chairs.

"Dad, can you believe that she's too afraid to jump into the water?" Sarah yells out to her dad.

He looked down at you from the dock with his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Really? It's not that scary, sweetheart," He tells you.

"Then how about you get in, Joel?" You say to him without even thinking.

"Yeah, come on, dad. Get in and show her how it's done!" Sarah yells out as she encourages her dad to get in.

You watched Joel as he took off his shoes and shirt, all while keeping his eyes on you. You couldn't help but suck in a breath and bite your bottom lip when he pulled off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his shirtless chest. Joel wasn't the most muscular man, but whatever his job was, it kept him fit, and you loved it. Your eyes quickly scanned over his neck, then his broad shoulders.

Those damn shoulders of his. You wished you could hold onto them as you rode on his co-

Your thoughts were abruptly shattered when Joel took a big leap into the lake, causing a splash of water to hit your face and go up your nose. You tried to make an attempt at turning your head, but it was too late. You coughed as you tried to clear the water from your lungs. As you do so, Joel comes up from beneath the water.

He gasped as he allowed the air back into his lungs and used his big hands to wipe his face. Once he noticed that you were coughing, he quickly swam over to you with a look of concern.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked you as you let out one last cough and nodded your head. He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head and gave you this tender look before pulling away when he noticed that Sarah was coming over.

If it were just you and Joel on the lake, he would've probably pulled you into his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

Even though he had just gotten into the lake, Joel decided to get out before he did something that he would regret.

"Alright, girls. I'm gonna get out now." He says more to Sarah than to you. Once again, you just nodded your head at him. You knew that if you spoke, you'd embarrass yourself again.

"Wha-Dad! You literally just got in." She tries to convince him, but he just shook his head and grabbed onto the rails. He pulls himself up with a grunt and walks onto the dock.

"I'll get back in in a little bit." He dismissed her as he went to get a towel.

Sarah began to say something to you as she swam around you, but you were too focused on Joel to listen to what she was saying. She was too busy talking to notice that you weren't listening. Your attention was stuck on Joel, and his wet shorts stuck to his surprisingly nice ass. He then turns around as he dries off. Your eyes drifted down and widening when you saw his bulge. You were taken aback by the sight.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself.

You looked back up at his face to realize that Joel was already staring at you and smirking while he wrapped the towl around his waist.

Oh fuck!

He obviously saw you staring at his cock because he was fucking smirking.

Joel walked over to have a seat with his brother and your dad. You diverted your attention back to Sarah, acting as if you knew what she was talking about. You just nodded your head a couple of times, and she believed it, but again, your mind drifted.

You were thinking about her dad; snap out of it for Christ's sake.

For the rest of your time at the lake, you refused to look at Joel. And just as promised, Maria finally joined you all about an hour later with the popsicles she said she would bring. Once we ate them, Maria convinced the other adults to have a swim in the lake, to which they all agreed after some groans and pressure from her and Sarah.

...

After spending most of the afternoon outside, everyone went off to do their own thing. Sarah decided to take a shower and then go to sleep while your dad, Tommy, and Maria opted to go out to a bar that a local had told them about, and Joel refused to go out tonight because he said that he was beat from the lake. As for you, you took a quick shower and decided to watch the sunset on the balcony that was connected to your room and smoke.

Before slipping onto the balcony, you grabbed a preroll and a lighter from the pouch, your headphones, and a water bottle from the bed.

When you first got here, you didn't notice that there was a door connected to the balcony that led to Joel's room. However, the sheer curtains were closed, so you could only assume that he was asleep, meaning it was safe for you to smoke without him seeing you. You sat down on the lounge chair, put your headphones on, turned on some music, and began your session.

After two hits of the preroll, you felt the effects of the weed. Your body began to relax, and your eyelids felt slightly heavy. As you continued smoking, you couldn't escape the thought of Joel. You know that he is your dad's friend, and you would never think to go after him, but you have to admit that he is an attractive older man. Just your type.

You barely spoke to him throughout the couple of hours you had been there, yet you could tell the type of man he was. He is very reserved, doesn't speak unless spoken to, and likes to observe. Joel is respectful, but he didn't take shit from anyone. It was very visible that he was protective of not only Sarah but also Tommy.

Everything about him drew you in more and more.

With a few more hits of your preroll, you see a figure standing in the corner of your eye just a few feet away from you, causing you to quickly pull off your headphones and flick the preroll from your fingers and off the balcony. You look over to see Joel watching you with his eyebrows frowned and his hands on his hips. Your eyes widen with shock.

"Shit! I mean, hey, Joel..." You smile up at him awkwardly, trying to seem as sober as possible. "What are you doing out here?" You asked him in a sickly sweet voice. He continues to stare at you before answering.

"I just came out here to check on you. Heard you out here, so I decided to see what you were up to." Joel grumbles as he switches his weight to his other foot.

You prayed that Joel didn't know you were out here smoking weed; your dad would kill you if he heard about you doing this. Little did you know that your attempt would be a complete failure. As soon as Joel walked outside, he could smell the smoke and aroma of weed. He could also see your bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, yknow, nothing much really, just out here enjoying the view and listening to music!" You say this while waving your hand, gesturing to the view in front of both of you. You visibly cringe after this sentence because, even though it was the truth, it wasn't the full truth. He seemed to buy it, so you relaxed a bit.

"Mm, you enjoyed yourself today?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun today. Sarah definitely made it fun for me, she's amazing." You admitted to him, and it was true. His daughter was truly a joy to be around.

"Yeah," He laughs out as he looks out at the sunset, his handsome smile threatening to appear on his face. "She's amazing, for sure." He whispers. You can't help but smile at his words. It was refreshing to see that there was someone who was able to crack his hard exterior.

A silence falls over the two of you before he speaks up again. "Y'know, when we were walking back to the car after the lake, she talked about you the whole time. I couldn't shut up about how much cooler you are than Tommy and me." He scoffs as he rolls his eyes playfully and folds his arms to his chest. His confession made you laugh so hard that you couldn't stop, which caused him to laugh as well.

"I mean, she isn't wrong." You teasingly say it to him, causing him to shake his head.

"Yeah-fuckin'-right, darlin'. I can be cool, too."

"Mmhmm.." You reply back to him as you turn your head to look back at the view. However, Joel's eyes remained on you, but you didn't mind too much.

Once again, silence fell over you two. You wanted to look back at Joel, but you knew that if you looked at him in the eyes, your heart would beat out of your chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Joel?" You asked him without looking at him.

"What?" Joel asked.

Was he that engrossed in my face that he wasn't even paying attention, or were you not loud enough?

You suppress your laugh as you turn your head to look at him again. "I asked if you enjoyed yourself today." He quickly snaps out of his trance and looks away.

"Oh, yeah, it was enjoyable for the most part, sweetie," Joel sighs out. You said nothing else after this.

You didn't realize it until now, but you were starting to grow tired from the weed. You also wanted a snack.

"Well, I'm going to head back in, maybe fall asleep to a movie or something." You tell him as you grab your belongings, get up from the chair, and walk to the door.

"Alright," He says as he watches every step you take. "And one last thing, darlin'," You stop with your hand on the doorknob and look up at Joel as you wait to hear what he has to say. With a mix of your high and the nervousness you were feeling because of Joel, your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point.

"You don't gotta lie to me, sweet girl. You know that, right?" He says lowly as he motioned to his eyes.

Fuck!

Your body tenses up, and you freeze. You decided to play dumb, even though you were caught. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Joel," You say as you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes shifted to the ground, avoiding eye contact with Joel like a guilty puppy.

"Oh, no need to play stupid with me, sweet girl; I won't tell your daddy." Something about the way he said these words made you want him so bad; it was almost like he was teasing you.

You felt your walls crumbling, no longer feeling the need to lie to him. "You swear, Joel?" You asked him as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

Joel wished that you would look at him with those pretty eyes while you were on your knees, pleading and begging for him to feed you his cock. In all honesty, he'd give you the world if you asked for it with that look. You made Joel feel something he hasn't felt for a woman in years, and he was willing to do just about anything to have you. However, he could tell you weren't ready for that yet, but he knew in due time he'd have you.

"You have my word, darlin'," He nods his head. "Just don't lie to me again," Joel tells you as he points a finger.

You frantically nod your head in agreement as you bite your lip. "I won't do it again, Joel."

All Joel could think about was how obedient you are, so eager to please him and do as he says. He could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts as he looked at your bare thighs and had these thoughts. Not once did you realize that Joel was checking you out.

Oh, how badly Joel wanted to grab your chin and kiss those lips of yours. He kept reminding himself that he needed to be patient.

"Good." He says before speaking up again. "You should go inside, darlin', maybe get some rest." Joel insisted as he made his way to the door and gave you one last look before walking inside, leaving you outside by yourself.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment as you think about your interaction with Joel. You weren't sure if it was just you thinking too much into the interaction, but you felt like there was some sexual tension between you and Joel.

Any time you're around him, nervousness takes over, and a sense of yearning aches deep in your bones.

You needed him badly.

"Don't," You say to yourself. "Don't fucking think about it." You say it lowly as you try to shake the thoughts out of your head.

Joel is off limits; he's your dad's best friend.

You realized how crazy you must look standing at the door thinking about Joel, so you went inside.

Once you entered the room, you noticed that it was a little too warm in there for your liking, so you decided to leave the balcony door cracked to get some fresh air.

You put your things away, got into bed, and watched a movie on the TV across the room.

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You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you did during the movie without even realizing it. You felt very discombobulated, so you sat in the dark for a few minutes. Your clothes felt disgusting on your body as you sweated through them, and your throat was dry.

You quickly got out of bed, slipped off your clothes, got back into bed, and took a sip of the water bottle that lay next to you. During this, you got a glimpse of the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. It read 12:48.

The house was quiet. You were sure that Maria, Tommy, and your dad were back from the bar by now and asleep. Sarah and Joel were probably sleeping as well.

You laid back down on the bed, pushing away the uncomfortable blanket, leaving your body bare. You should have gotten up to close the door because if Joel were to come to your balcony door, he'd surely get a glimpse of your naked body. However, you were still sleepy and a little high, so you lacked the motivation to get up.

It really didn't matter anyway; he's probably still sleeping.

You had laid restless in the bed, constantly flipping the pillows to get the cool side and changing positions, but you still couldn't sleep. You decided to lay on your stomach; it helped you fall asleep sometimes.

You knew one thing that would definitely make you fall asleep, but with a particular someone lingering in your thoughts, it felt wrong. It is completely wrong to have these thoughts about him.

He's way too old for you, and he's your dad's best friend.

Though you tried your best to resist these thoughts, you couldn't help yourself.

Fuck it, it's not like I'm gonna actually fuck him, you think to yourself.

You were suddenly taken back to earlier, when you first laid eyes on him. Those eyes and the curve of his nose. You wanted nothing more than to feel his beautiful nose rub against your clit while he ate you out.

Or when he shook your hands and you felt those thick, rough fingers against your smooth hands.

You were sure that Joel knew how to use them very well.

Subconsciously, your hips had bucked into the bed, trying to get friction onto your clit causing the headboard to hit against the wall ever-so-slightly.

"Shit!" You cursed out loud, hoping that Joel didn't hear. Your heart was pounding at the thought of being caught by him, but your pussy dripped with your wetness.

You waited a couple seconds until you took your hand from underneath the pillow and slowly moved it between the bed and your body, allowing your finger tips to graze against your pussy. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. Your arousal ran down your fingers, to your knuckles, and onto the bed.

What you didn't know was that Joel wasn't even in his room; he was sitting out on the balcony. He had been sitting out there for about an hour or so because he couldn't sleep, not with you on his mind, so he decided to sit out there and bore himself to death until he got some sleep. When he first came outside, he checked on you and saw that you were knocked out. The room was dark, and the only thing that brought some light to the room was the bright moonlight reflecting over the lake.

As Joel got up to check on you one last time before he went back to his room, he heard you let out a whimper. He slowly walked to your balcony door so that he wouldn't scare you in case you were having a nightmare, but that wasn't the case at all. Again, Joel heard you let out another noise.

First, you sharply gasped, then moaned out, "Oh, Fuck!"

Joel became more intrigued with whatever was going on in your room because it became very apparent that you weren't having a nightmare. In fact, it didn't even sound like you were sleeping anymore.

Like a thief in the night, Joel peered through the door that was half open. What he saw before him could've brought him to his knees.

You were lying down on your stomach, fully naked on the bed. He noticed that with your right hand, you were touching yourself. Joel wasn't hard before, but he's definitely hard now. He felt as his cock strained against the fabric of his shorts.

Joel knew it was wrong to watch you masturbate without knowing, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. It had been nearly two years since the last time he had been sexually active, and quite honestly, it was catching up to him at that very moment. He had been so busy with everything in his life that sex was the last thing on his mind until now.

As Joel watched you hump your hips into your fingers, you were imagining a shirtless Joel sat up on the bed, with you sitting in between his legs. Your legs would be wide open, propped up over his, as you allowed his calloused middle and ring finger to collect your arousal from between your folder and rub it into your clit. With his deep Texas accent, he would be whispering into your ear about how much of a good girl you are and how wet you were for him. Your head would be laid on his sexy, broad shoulders as your eyes rolled with pleasure. You imagined that as he played with your clit, his other hand would touch your breast and quickly tweak your nipples as they continued going up and firmly wrapping around your neck.

You were so caught up in your thoughts and pleasure that you hadn't realized that you were moaning out Joel's name.

"J-Joel, please," You quivered out quietly enough so that you weren't too loud, but loud enough for Joel to hear. "I'll be good, p-please, daddy." You followed up.

Even though you thought that Joel was in the next room over (which he wasn't) and there were other people in the house, you still continued to touch yourself as the headboard faintly knocked against the wall.

Yet you were so blissfully unaware of it all. So unaware of the fact that Joel was standing right outside the door, watching you rubbing yourself completely nude, and unaware that Joel had pulled his cock out while he watched and listened to you.

Joel didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't care that watching you, this freshly 21-year-old, masturbate without your knowledge was bad.

The sounds of your panting, moans, and dirty talk made him want to walk right into the room and give you the pleasure you needed.

Joel has always been a selfish lover when it came to the bedroom; he liked to be the one who was dominant and always took control. He could tell you needed someone like him to fulfill your desires—not some foolish 20-something year old, but a real man.

As you continued to grind against your fingers, Joel saw how your ass moved back and forth. He wanted to spank you for being such a naughty girl. Touching yourself without asking for his permission. He would remind you that only slutty, bad girls did that.

He jerked his cock at the same speed as your hips moved. "Oh my god, daddy!" You moaned into the pillow, causing it to be muffled. The thrusting of your hips had sped up. You were on the cusp of cumming, but that changed when you suddenly pulled your hands from between your legs and got up to change positions.

You were now lying on your back with your legs bent up to your chest as far as they could go. Using the hand you just used to grind up against, you bring your middle and ring fingers to your mouth. You began to suckle on them intensely, pretending they were Joel's fingers. You could taste yourself as you did so.

A minute later, you pop your fingers out of your mouth and bring them down to your pussy. As you sink your fingers inside yourself, you can feel the wetness, allowing you to slip deeper into your tight hole. You squirmed as you felt a little discomfort due to your fingers. You decided to slowly thrust your fingers in and out, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling. With your free hand, you brought it up to your mouth to muffle your soft whines.

Oh, my baby, she can barely take her own fingers, Joel thought as he watched you.

To Joel's surprise, you still didn't see him standing by the door, hastily jerking himself off at the sight of you. It wasn't like he was being discreet about it either. He was almost fully through the door at that point. Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself.

Finally, you were able to adjust to your fingers. As you picked up the speed, Joel could hear the wet, slick sounds coming from your pussy all the way across the room. Hearing this only heightens the pleasure for him.

"Joel, I'm-oh my god-I'm gonna cum!" You moaned lowly.

Joel wanted to be the one to make you cry, but he knew he couldn't at that moment.

Your messy wetness had allowed your fingers to go deeper inside, causing you a certain spot. Your legs shuddered as your finger tips grazed the spot. In a 'come here' motion, you continued to hit the spot over and over again. "Fuck! That's it, baby. Keep going just like that." You purred out.

Joel convulsed at the way you said these words. He was ready to cum at any moment, but he wanted to cum with you.

With his hand still rapidly moving up and down his length, he finally heard your release.

"Yes! I'm cumming all over your fingers, Joel!" You moaned a little louder this time. Joel could hear you breathing hard as you continued to ramble about how good it felt.

Instantly, Joel was cumming. He withheld his groans and grunts as the hot cum hit the palm of his other hand. Instead, he was breathing hard through his nose, hoping to God that you couldn't hear him.

Finally, your orgasm began to die down. "Oh my god," You sighed out blissfully, as you pulled your finger from your pussy. Your legs moved from your chest and you dropped down on the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath. With his mind still cloudy from cumming so hard, when Joel saw you move your legs, he thought that you were going to get off the bed, causing him to panic and move away from the door so that you couldn't see him.

You could feel the cum webbing between your two fingers. You decided that you wanted a look, so you opened your eyes and brought your hand close to your face. You could see the bright moonlight illuminate your cum. You'd never come so hard. Not with any of your hookups, let alone when you masturbated.

You felt spent after that, but you needed to get up to clean yourself off. You decided to rest your eyes a bit before getting up, but without even realizing it, you had dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Less than five minutes later, Joel heard light snores coming from your room, so he decided that it was safe to look again. You were dead to the world. Joel saw your limp hand hanging off the bed—the same one you had used to fuck yourself with. He could see the wetness gleaming on your fingers. He wanted to come over them and suck your cum off of your fingers, but he stopped himself.

The post-nut clarity had hit Joel, and he realized that he must've looked like a creep with his cock out while he watched you sleep. So he closed your balcony door and headed back into the house to wash the cum from his hands.

Joel knew that he would have you one day; it didn't matter how long it took for him to get you. He would get you right where he wanted you eventually.

...

You woke up feeling like a brand new person that morning. Your limbs felt loose, and you felt like you could conquer the world.

You could feel the sun on your naked body as you rose out of bed to stretch. The sounds of people moving around let you know that everyone was awake.

You suddenly realized that the balcony door was now closed. You don't remember getting up to clean yourself, and you definitely don't remember ever getting up to close the door.

Realization had hit you hard, and your heart dropped.

Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

There was no way anyone could have come into your room because you had locked the bedroom door. However, Joel had access to the shared balcony.

He was the only one who could've closed that door.

Whatever, you were going to enjoy yourself this weekend and act like nothing happened.

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A/N: I had a lot of trouble writing this for some reason, but next one is going to be a lot better. I got so much planned already hehe

#smut #the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #neighbor!joel #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #dads best friend #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel miller x reader #dbf!joel x you

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solarnomoon · 3 months ago

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tame - nishimura riki

ni-ki always stood out to you, or atleast, in his own way. when you started noticing him more, it was easy to like him.

pairing >>> ni-ki x male reader

tags >>> college au, fluff, friends to lovers

warnings >>> swearing, substance usage, suggestive themes

wc >>> 3,073 words

author's note >>> ni-ki is just so freaking pretty i want to give him the biggest hug and never let go＼(≧▽≦)／ also js remember this is ooc also if you guys ever to just talk about random enhypen stuff or virtually anything im always down to talk n stuff anyway i hope u guys enjoy this one!! it kinda spawned out of nowhere and also all over the place so idk lol bye!!

it wasn’t like you to fall for a boy so easily. at least, not in the way that occurred, especially for a guy like nishimura riki. it was cheesy, to say the least: you two have been acquaintances since middle school, quite literally knowing each other for 6 years now, even now attending the same university (completely unintentional, of course). you always just kinda knew him as that lovely kid that was the same height as you, even throughout high school. don't get it twisted, you weren't that tall, but regardless of the fact, he was the same height.

the first time you saw him the summer after high school was at your orientation. you were placed in the 12th group, and when you reached the meeting spot, you noticed riki immediately, much, much taller than before, giving you two a height difference that wasn't present before. the second thing you noticed was the drop of his voice, which you discerned from his "yo, y/n!" coupled with a slight wave.

"ni-ki? what-" and before you even finished your sentence, the orientation leader interrupted, telling the group as a whole that they were about to start as you happened to be the last person they were waiting for. your conversation had to be put on halt until 20 minutes later where she began a tour of the school.

while you began to follow the group to the first destination, ni-ki reconvenes with you after speaking to a couple of the other group members, nudging your shoulder with his own to get your attention. "y/n, i didn't know you committed here? i thought you were gonna go to ucla for sure," he questions you with a voice of slight familiarity.

"no yeah, i was, but i thought about it and i just wanted to go here." he hums in acknowledgment, giving a few seconds of downtime before you begin to speak again. "dude, when did you become so tall? and have that deep ass voice? weren't we like basically the same height a few months ago?"

a few other differences were left unspoken but assumed nonetheless. first off, his hair, which historically was left black and much shorter throughout highschool, but now was longer with an ombré effect going from a light grey to black at the ends. secondly, his style, which flipped 180 from sweatpants and a normal shirt to something straight out of k-dramas. and lastly, his piercings, double lobes with a helix on both. or maybe one? point is, he looked good. too good.

he laughs, knowing this must come as a shocker to you because last time you checked, he was completely anew. "well for one, i turned 18 and was basically allowed to do whatever i wanted with my body. for some reason i went through a second puberty," he signals your height difference by putting his hand out flat at the top of your head and then bringing it to his, just shrugging. "also, i got a modeling job that allowed me to buy random ass clothes. so... yeah!"

your mouth slightly ajar combined with your head tilt let him know you were still in fact lost, so he continued on. "well, you know that dance group i've been in since a few years ago right?" the nod coming from your stature allowed him to finish the thought, "so basically some of the guys in that group like... told? their manager about me and gave me a chance to attend one of their casting calls, and i made the cut."

the group stops in front of the library, allowing you guys to sit down at one of the slabs nearby, half listening to your tour guide, but more focused on conversing with one another because you two had already toured the school when filling out college applications.

"wait, congrats ni-ki, that's insane!" you turn to him, giving him a quick cheeky smile with two thumbs up, and he just chuckles at you, putting his face into his hands at the sight of your cuteness playfulness. "what, did i say something wrong?"

"n-no, it's just... nevermind..." he tsks at you, not wanting to reveal the fact that he found you cute for a second.

you two continued to chat about anything and everything, eventually learning more about the guy that you would've never known previously. for one, he hates the color pink, even though all of his friends tell him that the color suits him—even his model designer thinks pink is his most suitable color. you also learned that the group that he's apart of, enhypen, is actually pretty popular on tiktok and youtube: garnishing over 4 million subs on youtube and 2 million followers on tiktok. he's also been with his group for multiple years now, and you even met some of them at sports events and stuff, like sunoo and jay.

other things include the fact that he has an older and a younger sister, he loves to dance, he likes to play piano, and one time he met jung ho-yeon before she was on squid game and he was so confused on why they looked so familiar, he thought they were long lost siblings or something. then he found out that she's korean.

he still believes it though...

soon enough, you guys find yourselves at the end of the orientation, having made friends with others, but especially between you two. you asked him if he could hang out during summer, but he has plans to go to japan the rest of summer, so you just plan to hang out during your time in college.

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the one thing that you didn't talk about was your rooming situation, so imagine your surprise when you're in the middle of your move-in, and in the hallway, you see ni-ki, walking into the suite right across from yours. "no fucking way, nishimura riki." you yell to him due to his headphones over his head, and he turns over and immediately puts a grin onto his face.

"y/n l/n." he puts his box down and walks over to you, embracing your smaller body, allowing you to practically melt in his scent and hug. once he lets you go, he just gazes at you, still smiling. "how have you been?" he leans against the wall in his cool-guy-esque fashion, but after talking with him the entirety of orientation, you know that he's a lot more of a nerd and introvert than he lets on.

"it's been good! honestly dude, i missed you." you don't miss the fact that his cheeks slightly flush with color, losing the eye contact that was previously held. "how was fucking japan, you looked like you had so much fun on your story and shit!" while asking, you point toward his box, silently questioning if you could come in and help him with his stuff while you updated each other.

while speaking, he brought you to his room that was surprisingly extremely decorated: full of neutrals and darker tones with some pop of color, many boxes and clothes on the floor but already pretty put together.

"wow, you're already way farther in the move-in than i am—i feel like there's just so much fucking stuff," you explain, taking a seat on his bed. you bounce on it a couple of times, mouth wide open by how comfortable it is. "wait, ni-ki, how did you do this?"

"mattress topper." he replies, placing his last box down on the floor and beginning to re-arrange his clothes onto the outside hanger he had bought. "looks like we're gonna be neighbors, y/n," he said in his deep tone, always catching you off-guard, but somehow giving you a tinge of butterflies in your stomach.

"yeah!" you chirp, excited to explore the newfound friendship with ni-ki.

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after the first month of university, many people in both of your guys' social circles had created a conceived notion around ni-ki: that he was a nonchalant, cool guy.

you knew this wasn't him at all though.

but you understood why people had thought that of the guy. for one, he's 6 foot something (he doesn't tell you his exact height just to tease the fact that he's much taller than you). next, he dresses stylistically as if every day is his last waking day. lastly, he loves to observe, and not talk much, but every time he did, he always had something witty or something flirtatious to say.

that is until people saw how he was whenever he was with you.

the cool guy persona had completely shifted into something more friendly, more recognizable as a regular person. ni-ki explained his day rapid-fire, telling you basically everything that happened, showed you a specific dance that he and his members had learned, or maybe gave you a sneak peek of what he was gonna wear to some fashion show. he also would tell you about his interests, the things he did on the side, even the people he met. when his friends saw how different he acted around you, they confronted him first, then confronted you after.

"what did ni-ki say?" you ask, wondering why he acts so different around yourself than other people.

"he just said that's how your dynamic was." heeseung had shrugged. "even though we've been members together for like 5 years now, i've never seen ni-ki open up this much to someone. it's like you guys are like... dating or something."

the sentiment gets a cough out of you, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. "w-what?! of course not, we're just friends!" you deny frantically, waving your hands in front of him. "me and ni-ki are just friends."

just then, an arm wraps around your waist, a voice entering the conversation, "who's just friends?" ni-ki questions, smiling at you and heeseung.

of course, heeseung just looks at you, looks at the arm around your waist, then at ni-ki, and back to you. he raises his eyebrows and puckers his lips before walking away. ni-ki turns to you in confusion. "what's that all about?"

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as time went on, you and ni-ki had become exceptionally comfortable with one another, becoming each other's ride or dies. unfortunately for you though, it meant he had become increasingly flirtatious with you. you knew he was straight, he had explained his previous crushes to you and what he was looking for in a girl, but you on the other hand had fallen susceptible to his advances, convincing yourself that this is just what friends do.

on his birthday, he had brought you to smoke at the "top of the world," so he called it, which was literally just a trail that led you to the top of a scenic cliff. romantic, you thought, but you knew it was just out of you two becoming best friends.

"y/n-ie," he starts, the nickname sticking after calling you that one drunken night during halloween. "what do you think about teddy bears?"

you passed the joint back to him after taking a hit. "teddy bears? ni-ki, what the fuck are you on about??" the words come out a little too harsh for your liking, so you quickly follow-up, "sorry, i didn't mean it like that."

ni-ki gets up and turns to you. "that was kind of mean," he pouts, putting out his joint before putting back into the metallic holder he had thrifted. the taller had shifted slightly closer to you, wanting to lean his head on your shoulder. it was a little awkward due to the height difference, but the guy made it work, and it made you begin to sweat on your palms.

"sorry, ni-ki." even through the nervousness, you had half a mind to pretend like nothing's wrong, so you lean your head on top of his just barely. in case he questions it, then you could always play the ambiguity card: 'i didn't do anything, it was all you.'

"it's okay baby." he also started calling you that after thanksgiving, when he heard sunoo calling you it. he crossed his arms and wouldn't talk to you for the rest of the day until you came over to his room and asked you why sunoo called you baby and he couldn't, so after that it was a deal that he was allowed to.

you checked the time, which just hit 12 am. "oh, happy birthday ni-ki." you tell him, reaching from your tote bag for a smaller, paper bag within. you hand it to the guy, looking into his eyes for validation. "for you, it's not a bomb, i swear!"

he takes it from you and opens it, revealing two keychains that matched, alongside bracelets from his favorite brand. "y/n..." he trails off, not knowing what to say to you.

"i know, i know, the bracelets are expensive. but ni-ki, you're my best friend. i would do anything for you." you tell him, not wanting him to freak out.

the bracelets had been on his mind since the summer, you remembered from one of the random conversations that you had during orientation, and even though it was a long time ago, you knew he had been wanting them for months, but couldn't allocate the right funds to get it, especially because he was building his closet at the time.

"y/n... i... thank you." he finally stammers out, looking back at your eyes. even in the pale moonlight, you could discern the water in his eyes, but you knew that he hated when he cried, so you didn't say anything of it. "you remembered, huh?"

"uhh, duhh! of course i did," you joke, attempting to lighten the mood. you place your hand onto his shoulder to give him some comfort, but he takes that arm and uses it as leverage to push you onto your back, crawling on top of you. "w-woah, ni-ki?!" you yelp in surprise, not comprehending what just happened.

he just grins, placing his large hand on your face, rubbing your cheek softly. "y/n..."

little did he know though, this was your final straw. you couldn't take it anymore, the incessant flirting, the changes in his behavior around you, hell, even the constant sleepovers that he asked you all the time. so you did the only thing you could think of: run.

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of course it didn't really work though.

he was miles more athletic than you were, so he caught up to you within like 5 seconds which is honestly embarrassing on your behalf but you were too sad and a little turned on to even care.

"ni-ki, let go of me, i can't take this anymore!"

the taller just holds your arm, but the rest of his body was frantic, like he was afraid that if he let go he'd lose you for good. "w-what, y/n, what! you can't take what?!" he yells, not knowing what happened.

you twist your head around, looking at him like he grew a second head. "what do you mean, this! i can't take it, calling me nicknames and pet names, flirting with me constantly, sleeping over, acting different around me than your friends. friends don't do this, so you need to st-" and with that explanation, he gently grabs your head, leans down, flutters his eyes shut, and places his lips onto yours.

the scent you know and learned to love floods your senses, and with that brief moment of confusion, he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. and considering this is all you've wanted for the past months, you allow him to take your lips, kissing him back with the same softness.

after moments pass you by, eventually he lets go of you, wanting to look at your reaction. "y/n, i really like you. i kinda... always have. even since we were in middle school." your mouth opens to say something, but you let him speak. "you were always so... cool. and i just... i wanted to be something to impress you... if i'm being honest, i knew you were going here, to this college, sun told me, so i wanted a chance, a possibility, anything to impress you."

he lets go of you, reaches into his pocket to fish out the matching bracelets. "these are beautiful y/n. but, it would be more beautiful if i could put this on you, use this as a courting gift even, and show you that i really do like you, and i want to be yours."

he unclasps the bracelet, handing out in front of him. "will you let me?" you reach your arm out, allowing him to put it on you.

"yes, nishimura riki."

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with that, nothing really changed. except for the fact that you and ni-ki are now dating, of course.

people around you realized that the cool nonchalant guy was ni-ki from the dance group enhypen, giving him massive amounts of popularity quickly (you didn't even know popularity in college existed...)

however, it also came to light the fact that you were dating ni-ki, and you slowly began to be known as y/n: the ni-ki tamer, which was crazy in your opinion, but ni-ki loved the title, so you let it slide.

other than that, you started to become integrated with the rest of enhypen, the rest of the members seeing how ni-ki changes when he's with you, but they realized it was for the better as you all hung out, as they saw a side of him that didn't even know existed.

you loved enhypen, they took you in as their own and integrated you into their friend group, even giving you free dance lessons just so you could also join in some of their choreos.

"guys," you pant, exhausted from the lesson ni-ki was giving you. "why did you not tell me that ni-ki is considered the best dancer in this fucking group? and why did you let me take lessons from him?" you complain to the rest of enhypen, who are watching from the sides.

"you have to suffer like we have," jake shouts while jungwon cheers for you.

sunoo and jay also just laugh, the former explaining, "i swear, before you, ni-ki was a fucking nightmare if we didn't get the choreo correct."

"alright, enough talking, more dancing, y/n, one more time."

you love ni-ki. but damn sometimes you regret falling for him.

...

nah, not really though.

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gayestcowboy · 6 months ago

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fantasy dildo recs please? im trying to find one that isnt like $100 but is still good and reputable and wont fill my body with microplastics. ive been looking at neotori and they look great but;; the price;;; anyway yeah recs please?

hi! i have a lot of information for you.

first off, my specific recommendations of fantasy toy shops i’ve bought from or know to be reputable: uberrime, wandering bard, twilight meadow creations, strange bedfellas, pleasure forge, pp sculptors, batbites, xenocat artifacts. all of these shops have toys under 100 usd. uberrime especially has a huge selection including non-fantasy, realistic, and dual density. my top 3 fantasy toys right now are TMC’s ambrose (mini), wandering bard’s shadow demon (x small), and uberrime’s ardor dragon (small). highly recommend ambrose to transmascs with bottom growth. also it looks cool as fuck. mine is bright green and yellow.

second, this google doc is a masterpost of fantasy and fantasy-adjacent sex toy companies (created as a list of alternatives to bad dragon) and is organized quite well, and includes some shops to be wary of. it was last updated in 2022 so it’s outdated, but it’s massive and still quite useful. safe fantasy toys dot com also lists body safe toy companies, although you should still check reputability of the company before you buy (some of the companies listed on the site should still be avoided for various reasons— try cross checking with the google doc, browsing reddit, etc). all of the specific companies i recommend in this post use platinum silicone only, but if you go searching for other toys make sure to avoid jelly and other porous materials because they cannot be sanitized properly and will store bacteria. just like with piercing and body jewelry (another one of my special interests lol), it’s always better to pay more for safety when it’s something going inside your body. reputable stores will always list the material, and tend to have pages on their sites with even more specific information on their silicone. shipping also affects the price, especially international shipping.

also, when youre shopping for fantasy toys, make sure you check the sizing. smaller toys are frequently under 100 usd. many fantasy toys tend to be quite large anyways, especially knotted toys (many small knotted toys still have diameters of 2”+ which is too large for me personally. for reference i think the average human penis is somewhere around 1.5” diameter and my personal maximum for toys right now is ~1.75). there’s so much diversity in fantasy toys that you will probably be able to find toys that fit your desired length/girth and are still classified as small and therefore less expensive. if you’re new to fantasy toys or have trouble with insertion (or even just have an average sized vagina/rectum), small fantasy toys can be cost efficient and accessible and more fun than more standard toys. many stores will also sell b-grade toys at a discount for minor cosmetic flaws that don’t affect usage. also, there’s a pretty big market for secondhand toys/dong sales on twitter, reddit, etc so if you’re willing to buy secondhand, that can be more cost efficient. quality silicone toys can be properly sanitized by boiling and other methods. for more cheap options— good glass toys can frequently be under 50 usd, and are easy to sanitize. also, tantus isn’t quite a fantasy brand, but it’s very high quality and has some great toys on the cheaper side (i love the tantus magma). and if you want a really good cheap vibrator, the romp hype is amazing and only 35 usd.

i am by no means an expert, just incredibly autistic, but i hope this helps! i’m always happy to try answering questions about sex toys!

#inbox #anon #yeehaws #fantasy toys #this is so long i hope it’s helpful 😭 i’m a yapper for real

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year ago

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what it would be like meeting mikey berzatto as the most important person in carmy's life:

a/n: ok so it is in fact canon in my 'make my heart surrender' series that the main character never got to meet mikey. however, i've been thinking a lot about what it would be like if she had met him when she and carmy were working together in new york so i wrote a lil somethin' about it. it can absolutely be read as a standalone piece with a pastry!chef reader.

takes place october 2021; reader x carmy are best friends and colleagues but it has not gone further than that.

trigger warnings: drug usage, high mikey b, swearing, family drama, depression

how you end up meeting mikey:

halloween weekend of 2021. mikey ends up in new york city for the weekend because he followed a weekend fling for a party. they got into a huge fight over who knows what, and he finds himself in new york city, figuring he might as well go see his brother.

it's a busy night at the new-york-city-fine-dining-establishment-that-shall-not-be-named, carmy is knee deep in expediting while the pastry side just happens to be overstaffed.

your general manager, kate, comes in, letting them know that there's a man outside who's asking for carmy. "he says he's your brother." "my brother?" while carmy doesn't think he can step away, in one shared look, you decide to go since you're his best friend -- the only one he trusts to handle it anyways.

you head out to the front of the restaurant to address the situation finding michael standing outside of the restaurant, pacing on the sidewalk. you recognize him from photos, but he looks different, and it's not hard to figure out that he's kind of strung out -- high on something, though you're uncertain of what.

"you're not carm." "no, i'm not. sorry, but carmy couldn't come out. so he sent me." "shit... the guy can't even make time to see his big brother?" "i don't think he was expecting you." you watch as michael's eyebrows rise in reaction to your comment. "he would if he could. it's just... we're doing 400 covers tonight and uh... well, he runs the kitchen so." disappointedly, as if he's accepted that he's not going to see carmy after all, he says, "yeah yeah okay... i didn't know i'd be here either. i just, i -- i gotta catch a flight anyways. will you let him know that mikey stopped by?" "of course."

by the time you get back in the kitchen, you want to protect carmy from the state michael was in so you don't mention the fact that he was high. "what did he want?" "just wanted to stop by. i think he uh... found himself in the city. surprise trip or something." but carmy doesn't completely buy it, instead, focuses, head down on finishing dinner service.

at the end of the night, carmy offers to walk you home, so the two of you head out of the restaurant, eager to unwind from a long night. as you're leaving, michael's still waiting outside of the restaurant and he doesn't look great -- looks like he's coming down from whatever you assume he took.

"michael, what're you doing here?" carmy asks, in shock that he's even here in the first place. "thought i'd come surprise you." "i mean, what're you doing here? in new york?" mikey sighs, a smirk on his face as he answers with: "never trust chicks on motorcycles, carm. they'll leave you high and dry in a brooklyn loft for a few good lines of coke. he chuckles. and while he doesn't exactly find it funny, carmy makes his best effort to try and laugh too, it coming out more like a dry exhale. mikey pivots, as if he's putting on a well-practiced happy face, though there's a sadness in your eyes that you think may haunt you for the rest of your life.

"i'm sorry. where the fuck are my manners? i'm mikey. mikey berzatto. i'm this jagoff's brother." you introduce yourself, and mikey's enthusiastically corralling you to grab a drink with him. carmy keeps looking over at you as if he's checking in, trying to get a read on you as he hesitates to answer. cautiously, you agree, wanting carmy to spend time with his brother. "one drink," he warns mikey.

the three of you make your way to a bar across the street that's open late, and as soon as michael has his first drink, it's like he's a completely different person. he's charming, larger than life, quite the storyteller and you see a side of carmy that you've never seen before. as you watch him listen to his brother, you can see just how much he admires his older brother. while you know carmy is hurt that michael barely calls or makes an effort to keep in touch, sitting here with him now, you can see the way that carmy looks at him -- like he put the stars, the moon, and the sun in the sky. there's a deep admiration and he's almost childlike in the way that he looks up to him.

after the first round, you head to bathroom, wanting to give him and mikey the time. carmy had promised one drink, but you're open to staying if he wants more time with his brother.

"this your girl, carm" "mikey, stop it." "then please tell me you're hittin' that." "michael!" carmy hushes his brother, a warning and protectiveness in his voice as he does. "are you fuckin' serious right now? what, you're teling me you're not?" "she's.... my friend." "shit. wish i had a friend like that. ya friends or are ya... you know... friends?" carmy just shakes his head, jaw clenched, glaring at michael, wishing he'd stop. "shit, i thought i taught you better than that, bear." "just friends. i'm serious, mike. cut it out." "oh come on! the chick's smokin' fuckin' hot. and i can tell that you like her. i'm not blind, bear. i see the way you-."

it's that sentence that pushes carmy in a way that he doesn't like at all. "don't talk to me like you know what's going on in my life." "carm-." "can't even pick up the damn phone and then you just... waltz into town acting like everything is okay?" "well, if you ever bothered to come home. you know mom's been askin' about you. never fuckin' call her-." "oh don't bring mom into this!"

when you return from the bathroom, there is a palpable tension between the two of them that you're not sure how to navigate the thick silence stewing with things left unsaid.

"everything okay?" you ask.

"i think we should go," carmy grits out, clearly upset over the conversation that just transpired between them. "uh... yeah, okay." "it was nice meetin' you sweetheart," mikey grunts, an empty shot glass that wasn't there previously on the bar top. carmy noticeably rolls his eyes at mikey's comment as you grab your things and close out your tab.

on the walk home, you ask: "you wanna talk about it?" "not really," carmy answers. he's quiet on the way home and you can tell whatever was said between the two of them really hurt him. as you finally get to your place, carmy sighs, as if he's ready to get something off his chest. "thank you. for doing that." "for what?" "for comin' along. even though it like... colossally blew up." "you ever gonna tell me what happened?" he shrugs, "i don't know." "okay... well, while i wait for you to burst like a pressure cooker, then inevitably spill the beans," you begin, and he smiles, because you know him too well. "wanna come up for a movie or something? get your mind off of it? it's halloween. maybe i'll even let you talk me into a scary movie this time." you finish asking him. and it's the moment that carmy realizes that you're such a breath of fresh air, especially in contrast with his earlier encounter with mikey. "uh.. yeah. think i'd like that."

the two of you go up to your place, put on a movie, and end up falling asleep on the couch together, only to pretend the next morning that it's not that big of a deal (it is, in fact, a HUGE deal).

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lionhanie · 5 months ago

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han taesan ; back 2 u (part one)

you can’t help but find yourself coming back to taesan everytime

this is part one of my series, back 2 u! read the previous part here!

fuckboy!taesan x fem!reader, college au

...featuring! BFFS jaehyun + woonhak, fuckboy leehan (AND he's taesan's roommate), and lovely roomies sungho + riwoo <3

word count: 1.7k

warnings: cursing, alcohol mention and usage, party mentions, TAESAN IS A BIG FLIRT, reader lowkey doesn't like him lol

a/n: fuckboy taesan i won;t U so bad .. . .. </3

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

You would’ve never expected yourself to be involved with Han Taesan, well-known on campus equally for his pretty face and his ability to have someone new under his arm every week. Your school wasn’t necessarily huge, but it was impressive to think that most students had some inkling about who Han Taesan was.

His existence frustrated you deeply, actually. There wasn't any actual reason to hate him per se, but it was aggravating to think that some people just have so much going for them. Not only was he undeniably attractive to anyone who had eyes, he was also known for his unmistakable musical talent and a captivating charm that drew people in immediately. It’s almost comical the way you could be minding your business in class only to overhear a group of girls a couple seats over talking about how handsome Taesan was at a party last weekend or who his most recent fling could be.

Despite everything you’ve heard people say concerning him, you found it hard to believe he was such a player. Sure, he may have some good looks, but he looks… Innocent, in a way. Harmless.

The first time you’d interacted was in the library. You’ve noticed him in there on various occasions while you were working, but never paid much mind to it, given that he’d only look around the bookshelves for a couple minutes before seeing himself out. Taesan was standing right in front of the library’s help desk, where you worked for a couple hours in between classes. “By any chance, would I be able to check out this book?” He’s holding it out to you, and you’re surprised to find that he’s renting out one of your favorite novels.

“Yup, I’m just going to need your name and student ID. You can only get it for four days at a time, but you’re free to come back and renew the book if you need more time with it,” You type away at the keyboard in front of you, opening up the form you needed to fill out for book rentals. “That’s a good book, by the way.” Your small talk is unnecessary, but your job was too boring not to make conversation with the few people that actually used your services.

“Yeah, I’ve been eyeing it for a while,” He’s smiling as he takes his card out from the back of his phone case, sliding it to you on the counter. “Ah, my name is Han Taesan. And here’s my ID.” Picking it up, you notice that the name he’d just given you didn’t match the one on his ID. Han Dongmin? You were almost sure this was Taesan, though. Sensing your confusion, he chuckles as he moves to explain the mismatching names. “Most people know me as Taesan, not Dongmin. It’s just a nickname, really. Does it matter what name I use to check out the book?” He tilts his head as he looks back up at you, waiting for your response.

“No, not really. It’ll be linked to your ID anyways, so it should be fine.” You scan his ID on the card reader next to you, allowing you to finish up the form splayed out on the monitor. Taesan drums his fingers on the counter, glancing around the near-empty library; he’s humming the melody to a song you don’t know. “You’re all set, Dongmin.” You slide his receipt and a piece of paper telling him when he needs to return the book under the cover before giving it back to him.

He’s caught off-guard at hearing his real name come from your mouth, but he flashes you a grin regardless. “Have we met somewhere before…” Taesan’s sentence trails off until he notices the name tag pinned to your shirt, “...Y/N?”

This time, you’re the one caught off-guard. “Sorry, is it better for me to call you Taesan?” You question. He’s probably only striking up a conversation because he doesn’t like people calling him by his real name— that probably explains why people call him Taesan instead. “And no, I don’t think we have.”

“Nah, keep calling me Dongmin. It sounds nice coming from you.” He’s leaning on the counter now, close enough for you to notice the luxurious-smelling cologne coming off of him. “You’ll be one of the few people who call me that, you know.” His comment makes you roll your eyes playfully, scoffing at the way he’s making it sound like a special honor for you to be able to call him that. “Are you free this weekend?”

The clicking of your keyboard stops as you finally look at him properly, feeling slightly bashful at the sudden question paired with his intense stare. “...Why do you ask?” Your initial perceptions of Taesan quickly dissolve, as you now realize that this is the type of person he really is. Looks really can be deceiving. He smirks at the expression on your face, happy with himself knowing he has such an effect on someone he just met.

He slides his phone over to you, just like he had done with his student ID just moments ago. You take a peek at it, curious about its contents, only to see a blank “New Contact” screen waiting for you. “Number?” He asks for a girl’s number… Like this? It irritates you to think that he’s probably used this exact sequence numerous times without fail, and now he’s here using it on you while you’re at work.

Hesitating briefly, you pick up the phone and type in your info— You hate how easily you give in to him, almost wishing you played a bit harder to get, but it’s hard to say no to the handsome face of Han Taesan directly asking you for your number. “I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Okay,” You reply, completely baffled at the interaction that just unfolded all in the span of less than ten minutes. Taesan slips his phone into his pocket and tucks the book he rented under his arm, giving you a small smile as he steps away from the desk. As you watch him walk out the sliding doors, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Next to you, your phone screen lights up.

4 new messages from “Unknown Number”! it’s dongmin [address] come saturday if ur free, starts at 10 i’d love to talk to u again, y/n :-)

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Just this once, you’re grateful that Han Taesan is so widely known, because it was surprisingly easy to find friends who were already planning on attending Saturday’s party. You were at ease knowing you’d at least have Riwoo and Sungho to fall back on if the nerves suddenly took over.

You wish you could say that you debated on not coming, but that’d be a complete lie, because you’re currently standing in the middle of Riwoo and Sungho’s shared apartment throwing back shots to pregame. “It’s been a while since you came out with us Y/N! What’s the occasion?” Sungho randomly interrogates you while refilling the empty shot glasses on the counter.

Biting your lip, you contemplate your response: Should you lie and say you just felt like partying this weekend? You’re well aware of the fact that the pair of roommates in front of you are friends with Taesan… So it wouldn’t be weird to mention him now, right? But then again, his parties are huge. Chances are, he invites random strangers to them all the time, so there’s no need for you to act like your interaction at the library was anything special— You’re about to answer when your phone screen flashes on the kitchen island.

2 new messages from “Han Dongmin”! i’ll see u later ya? ik u won’t leave me hanging again y/n ;P

The notification exhilarates you. Was he looking forward to seeing you tonight? It annoys you slightly to think that Taesan knew you’d show up, even if you’d never confirmed the matter. “Ah… I didn’t know you were friends with Taesan, Y/N!” Riwoo reads the text off your phone from over your shoulder as he moves to pick up one of the shots Sungho just poured. Guess he chose the answer to your internal turmoil for you. “Now that I think of it, how come we’ve never gone to any of his parties together before?”

Mirroring his actions, you take a glass for yourself and finish it in one clean gulp, wincing at the burn it sends down your throat. “Hm, I don’t think I’d call us friends. He asked for my number at the library the other day.” You correct him, explaining the encounter you shared with Taesan two days prior.

Being the last to take their shot, Sungho hums in understanding across from you. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to actually get to know the kind of person Han Taesan is; Would he maintain the tension with his flirty remarks? Or is he just a normal college student that doesn’t actually live up to the reputation he’s made for himself around campus?

“So, Y/N, do you think he’s hot?” Sungho blurts out, making you choke on your spit. Riwoo giggles from beside you, patting your back as you finish your coughing fit. “I mean, we don’t care if you think he is. Taesan’s a handsome guy. Hell, half the student population probably thinks so too!” Sungho’s contagious laughter fills the kitchen, making you and Riwoo laugh along with him.

“Well duh, why wouldn’t I think he’s hot?” There’s a smile on your face as you admit your attraction to the boy in question. Han Taesan is definitely intriguing. The alcohol feels like it’s finally made its way through your system, the room feeling a bit warmer than it was earlier. The three of you didn’t drink much; just enough to give you a little more courage to go to the party without feeling too nervous. You take a glance at the clock on their microwave: 10:43PM. “Shouldn’t we get going?”

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#boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor #bnd #bnd x reader #x reader #taesan #han taesan #boynextdoor taesan #taesan x reader #kpop fic #kpop #han dongmin #han dongmin x reader #riwoo #sungho #boynextdoor riwoo #boynextdoor sungho #ᯓᡣ𐭩 my writing #✧.* back 2 u

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bellaramseysgf · 1 year ago

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Good Cop (A.A)

Warning(s); Smut (18+ ONLY), mention of cuts,strap usage,oral (r receiving), multiple orgasms,daddy kink,condescending Abby,brief thigh riding & pussy job,praise & degradation kink!,a little begging.

Pairing(s); Police officer!Abby Anderson x Wife!Reader.

Summary; Patching up your girlfriend leads to her teasing you.

A/n; First Fic for Abby, been a few months since I wrote wlw smut so I’m so sorry if it sucks! Pls enjoy??

This was normal, you sat on your girlfriends lap slowly tapping away at cuts or bruises on their body. Her arms normally faced the worst, you having to stitch her up on more than one occasion.

You met Abby almost 5 years ago she was fresh out of the police academy, your mutual friend Jesse introduced you at the end of year party. It was love at first sight. (That’s what you say anyways)

“They give you weapons! Use them for Christ sake!” You barked out at her frustrated with the women. “I’m only supposed to use them as a last resort.” She argued as you glared at her “I’m alive arent I?” She offered and you sighed.

“Yes…” you mumbled “if I thought it was me or them you know I would kill them in a second.” You nodded a small pout still on your lips. “I just hate seeing you with bruises and so many scars..” Abby nuzzled your jaw as you focused on a gash in her shoulder. “I’m okay…gotta make sure I come back to you” she winced and gripped your hips as you hit a sensitive spot with the cotton ball.

Her actions jerked you forward your clit catching on your panties as the rolled over her jeans you managed to keep your moan down but Abby saw the face you made.

Abby couldn’t help it. Honest. How was she supposed to not tease you, you’re so vulnerable,so innocent looking. She just couldn’t help herself from bouncing her thigh just once.

This time you didn’t catch the moan it coming out in a squeak. “What?” Abby asked a smirked falling onto her face as she tilted her head at you. “You know what.” You bit out glaring at her causing a chuckle to erupt from your girlfriend.

“I’m not the one who’s needy, am I?” She asked and your cheeks turned pink as you went quiet knowing she was right. She gripped your hips pulling it against her thigh and you whined looking at her. “I’m not done p-patching you” you stumbled as she controlled your hips once more. “I’ll live” Abby assured and lifted you up.

She dropped you onto your shared bed and you let out a small huff as she took the cotton ball from your hand and threw it to the side, your clothes soon following.

Now your girlfriend had her head buried between your thighs laving at your cunt like she hadn’t ate in months. Her tongue pressing in your hole before hearing the disgusting sound of her slurping up your juices that had leaked out.

She finally lifted her head and you lost it at her face, covered in glistening slick and her lips slick and puffy from her hold on your clit. “Feeling better?” She asked and you nodded tiredly already feeling rung out from your past orgasms.

You were so gone and Abby smiled down at you her hand rubbing your arm “you still with me? Give me your color.” She checked in and you nodded mumbling a green before you watched her stand up. You could guess where she was headed her favorite toy already set up. She slipped the harness over her boxers and you let out a whine bringing her attention from fixing the straps.

“Look at you. So Fucking perfect” she praised as she climbed back over you leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Daddy- enough. Please need you!” You whined and Abby smirked.

She knew how far you were gone from that title and nodded “shh, daddy’s here let her take care of you” you nodded and watched intently at the silicone tip rubbing between your lower lips.

It felt heavenly feeling the rough bump to your swollen clit. “Good girl. That’s it” Abby encouraged you as you began to bump your Hips up to match her pace. “Missed you so bad” Abby nodded “yeah? Did you miss daddy cock?” You nodded desperately.

“I know you’re just a cock obsessed baby. It has to be so hard for you.” Had you not been so far gone you would have cared more about the condescending tone. “Just- daddy feels so good” you cried out and Abby smiled and nodded. “I know baby, I know” she cooed and finally sheathed herself inside you.

It was just too much you body Immediately convulsed sending your body into waves of tembles as small squirts of clear liquid fell out around the base of her silicone. “Awh, that was a big one baby. Good job” she praised and you sighed softly.

“That’s it just let daddy take care of you princess.”

#abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fan fiction #abby x fem!reader #abby x y/n #tlou fic #tlou 2 #tlou abby #abby tlou #abby tlou smut

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bigtreefest · 8 months ago

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Chapter 5: From the Ground Up

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: It’s time for Bucky to take charge in your absence.

Word count: 4,065

Content/warnings: Interrogation, restraints (not in the sexy way), allusions to violence, swears, name calling, pet name usage, female reader, kissing, horseback riding?

Author’s Note: I REALLY loved writing this chapter. This is where we start to see the other storylines of the Outta Nowhere AU emerge, so keep an eye out as those get released.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky was mad-no, he was seething as he paced back and forth in your home office. It was in the wee hours of the morning when his private jet had landed on the local airstrip. Within that same hour, Sam had personally escorted in the little nerd responsible for a good third of the turmoil going on in Bucky’s head: Jake.

Sam had taken the liberty of pre-binding his hands and duct taping his mouth shut. Bucky was going to enjoy ripping the goatee straight off his mousy little face.

Five hours ago

As soon as Steve had gotten off the phone with Bucky, he called the construction crew. They kept them on call for things like this, but the two of them never thought the stakes would be this high. It wasn’t often that someone important and non-expendable was put in this type of danger, let alone someone Bucky cared about. As he was finishing up the call and directing them towards your house, Sam reached out to him with a sticky note.

On it was a name and the address to an apartment in the city, along with Sam’s scrawled ‘pick her up on your way over.’ Steve nodded as he hung up his call and placed another, grabbing the duffel bag he kept packed by the door and heading out.

Three Hours Later

Bucky hadn’t left your side since the rocks collapsed. Luckily, the two of you had been able to find a small gap in the rocks where you both sat. It wasn’t large enough to keep air circulating, but it was big enough to at least allow the two of you to talk with each other. You and Bucky had shared so much, from him sharing his first business operation with Steve, to you detailing crazy college stories of when you, your roommate, and Curtis would hang out.

Bucky laughed along. There was a whole side of you he never knew. He had studied intently what showed up on paper, and he knew the hardships you’d faced from your deep conversation last week, but this? This was a whole new, more playful side. He was surprised to see your spirits so high despite the situation.

“I do not believe that one bit. No way you were climbing up clock towers at school just to steal the clock hands, or a random brick or whatever. You’re too straight-laced.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you leaned your head back against the stone wall. “Oh please, people already pay so much to go there, if anything, I had more than the right to do it. Our money pays for that stuff. Technically we owned it. Not the school.”

Bucky snorted. “You didn’t even pay tuition. Didn’t they pay you to go there?”

“That’s besides the point, Bucket. Fight the man. And anyway, if you think I’m straight laced, you should meet my roommate.”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, about that. She’s on her way here right now.”

Your ears perked up. “Decks is on the way? Oh, that’s good. She’ll be super helpful. She’s so organized, although, I can’t imagine she took well to whoever had to interrupt her beauty sleep. Who’s the poor guy?”

Bucky sharply inhaled. “Steve.”

“Oooo hooo hoo.” You laughed. “That’ll be a fun one for both of them. They’re either gonna love or hate each other. What are all the rest of the ETAs?”

Bucky looked at his watch. Well, really, he had been checking his watch this whole time to monitor his pulse, which was over 100 consistently since the tunnel buckled. He was shaking with concern for you, but kept his voice level to keep you calm, a trick he and Steve had worked tirelessly to master. “Ummm… looks like the construction crew should be here within the hour. And I’ll bet Decks and Steve will be pulling up any minute.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Anyone else coming that I should know about? So I can figure out where they’ll best fit around the farm? Decks is great with the animals.”

You hadn’t heard all of Bucky’s or Curtis’s phone calls earlier since they stepped out of the cave to make them with better reception. Bucky didn’t want you to know Jake was on the way, mostly because he knew you’d make him promise not to hurt the rat, and he didn’t want to have to make that promise with the high likelihood it would be broken. He decided a better move would be to change the subject.

“So where did the nickname ‘Decks’ come from anyway?”

“Oh! Well it’s actually-“

Bucky heard footsteps near the mouth of the mine. He did his best to politely cut you off. “Wait, Honey, I’m so sorry, quiet for one second.”

He sat there and silently listened, the rustling becoming closer and clearer until he identified it as hooves clopping gently against the soft ground. He heard Curtis’s voice say something vaguely before he moved to get his feet underneath him and brush off his pants.

“I think Curtis is here with Steve and Decks. I don’t want anyone else to come in, just in case it’s still too unstable. Can you tell me exactly what you need them to do?”

You nodded, even though you knew Bucky couldn’t see it and began to lay out the instructions. Decks and Steve weren’t here to clean out the tunnels, they were here to help keep the farm running until you were freed, and no one knew how long that would take. It was best to keep only those who could be closely trusted around until this was all figured out. God forbid the authorities come knocking, or worse yet, Cole. Bucky held onto your every word before briefly leaving the tunnel to relay the information.

Bucky returned to you shortly after instructing Curtis to take Steve and Decks back to the house so they could rest before their long day tomorrow. Everything needed to run as smoothly as possible to not raise suspicion from your absence, which they were going to claim was due to a corn crop farmer’s conference out in Iowa if anyone asked.

After another hour with you, Bucky let you know the construction company arrived and was starting to stabilize the ceiling so they could dig you out. “I’ve gotta go deal with some business, so I’ll be back soon. Plus, I can’t get in the way of these vehicles. But say the word to one of the crew and I’ll be back here in a minute flat. I promise.”

Bucky’s promises meant a lot. That was something you had learned in your conversations. He never said something unless he had a plan to deliver. A man’s word was everything in his line of work.

“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that!” You yelled back.

Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to send Sam back here as soon as he arrives. He’ll keep you company.” And with that, Bucky made his way back to the house.

So this is where Bucky found himself, walking back and forth menacingly behind Jake, who had been tied down to the guest chair in your office. Jake’s eyes shifted back and forth with nervousness as he tried and failed to hold back whimpers and near-hyperventilating breaths.

Bucky had been silent for only ten minutes. He liked the way it made them squirm. He could sit and stare all day, completely unbothered, as anyone he interrogated slowly lost their mind. Of course, there were other, more fun ways, to get information, but he wouldn’t dare mark up your home. He’d never let the one they called ‘The Winter Soldier’ be unleashed in your sanctuary. This is the closest he would ever get, though, and it would never be seen by you.

Bucky stalked around Jake and crouched in front of him. “A milk maid came in here and told me that you’d given him information about this farm. Care to share?”

Jake shook his head vigorously and whined through the duct tape over his mouth. Bucky leaned in closer. What was more terrifying than being yelled at by him? Bucky with an alarmingly level voice.

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. I can help you talk a little better, but you’ve gotta be quiet. There are people upstairs sleeping, and I can’t guarantee they’ll be as nice as me if you wake them. Promise to be good?”

Jake nodded carefully and slowly. Bucky reached for the tape at the corner of Jake’s mouth and ripped it off quickly. Jake’s head lurched forward, his mouth open with a silent scream between gasping breaths. Bucky examined the sticky side of the tape. There was no hair on it. The steam from Jake’s mouth must’ve reduced the stickiness just enough that it didn’t cause damage. Shame.

Bucky slammed his hands over Jake’s on the armrests of the chair. “Tell me everything.” He gritted out between clenched teeth.

Jake giggled uncomfortably. “Uh….there’s not really much to know, mister…sir….does this have to do with Peach? I thought she owned this farm now. Where is she?”

Bucky growled. “That’s not important right now, but yes, this is about this farm. Tell me everything you told the guy with the soft hands and the jackets that were too crisp to indicate a day of work in his whole life.”

Bucky had no intention to associate that with his own designer crisp suits that he wore everyday back in the city. That was different, it was a totally separate line of work, plus, he wasn’t trying to pose as something that he’s not when he wore them. Anyway, he’s not the one on trial here.

“Oh! You mean Cole? Fucking prick.” Jake mumbled looking down and to the side. “I can promise whatever he said to you was a lie. That guy’s always been awful. He hides a demon face behind his handsomeness.”

Bucky didn’t want to be on Jake’s side, but he couldn’t argue with that. But to keep him talking, Bucky leaned in closer, moving his hand towards the knife on his belt loop. Jake flinched and raised his hands in surrender as much as he could with his wrists tied down.

“Okay, okay, I promise I didn’t say much. At least not on purpose. I was at an investors party up in San Francisco when Cole bumped into me. He was bragging about how he had just inherited his parents’ company and it was way bigger than when we were in high school. Frankly, I didn’t care, I make an effort to forget about a lot from back then, mostly him, so I tried to disprove him by saying that there are still nice little farms around despite his family’s efforts. I told him I still had my mom buy me honey that Peach makes, herself.” He hung his head in shame.

Bucky huffed as he leaned back against your desk and crossed his arms. “Well, way to go. You know, they painted you to be some genius, but you’re an absolute idiot.”

Jake looked up and scrunched his nose. “Well I actually prefer the term loser, bu-“

Bucky raised his hand to stop Jake from talking. “I really don’t care. What matters is that you’ve made a mess for Honeybee that inconveniences all of us. I’ve gotta be the one to work on cleaning this up while she’s otherwise occupied.”

Jake cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who the fuck is ‘Honeybee?’ Are we talking about the same person?”

Bucky sighed and wiped a hand over his face, stopping with it covering his mouth. He looked at the helpless man in front of him. How had you ever dated this guy? If he used to be great, what on Earth happened to him? “God, you’re slow to catch on. Yes, it’s the same person, but I don’t think the sweet peach you used to know and love is in there anymore. Not after you abandoned her. And especially not after you gave up her operation on a silver platter to Cole.”

Jake swallowed as he caught on. He had seen the devious glint in Cole’s eye when they had run into each other, but just thought it was a product of Cole’s braggadocious success. Not his complete hunger for domination. Despite the way Jake left, he still cared for you. He didn’t want to see the thing you loved taken away, especially by the guy who caused him so much grief. The guy your family defended him from on so many occasions. He felt awful. You’d taken care of Jake when he was around, but when the opportunity came for him to do the same for you, he failed.

Tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I can do to help, I will, please, misterrrr…….”

Bucky’s shoulders pushed back in arrogance. Jake squealed all the information he had and didn’t even know the name of the man interrogating him. That wouldn’t do, especially if Bucky wanted to eventually release Jake back out into the wild once this was all over. He made a mental note to have someone coach Jake on how to not give up sensitive intel so easily. But for now, Bucky would take advantage of the ease of informational access.

“Barnes. You get to call me Barnes.”

“Ooh! So like a cool nickname only I get to use? I feel so special.”

Bucky chuckled dryly at that. Jake really was clueless. “No. Not at all like that.” Bucky leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his face inched closer to Jake’s.

“Now tell me everything you know about the mines.”

Jake’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? Those old things? Yeah, Peach and I used to make out in the-“

Bucky waved his hand again as he closed his eyes, unable to look at Jake for another second. “No. Skip that part. What else?” He quickly said, dismissively.

“I know they’re old? Like crazy old and probably prone to collapse at this point. But Pe- I mean, your Honeybee does some occasional civil engineering contracting work. She could probably easily whip up a plan to reinforce them.”

Bucky looked at Jake more intently. He liked the way Jake said his Honeybee, but he couldn’t let that distract him right now. And anyway, you were very much your own person. Far from his. If anything, he was yours. He knew about all your business endeavors, but not those kinds of specifics. “Keep talking.”

“Yeah, I kept up with her after school-well, more like I asked my mom to keep up with her. Apparently she’s like, designed bridges for town and stuff. Why? What’s going on with the mines?”

“That’s not technically your business.” Bucky stood there, debating on his next move.

Jake’s eyes lit up as he gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh. Is she in trouble!? Did she get hurt in a mine!?”

Bucky slapped his hand over Jake’s mouth and whisper yelled at him. “What did I say about keeping it down?”

Jake winced and whispered back. “Sorry. Does Curtis know?”

Bucky nodded. “Yes. And he’s upstairs sleeping. Don’t. Poke. The Bear.”

Jake nodded again. He was being so compliant, Bucky figured he could let a few more details slip. Maybe Jake was a little smarter than Bucky gave him credit for. “She’s trapped in one of the smaller caves. I’ve already got a construction crew digging her out.”

“Wait wait wait. You guys have a proper plan for this, right? You’ve gotta put supports in first and then calculate the load-bearing rocks. You can’t just go willy-nilly digging or it could get worse.” Man, based off that language, Bucky had no doubt Jake truly did grow up around you.

“Good observation, Jakey. That’s where you come in. I know I could’ve just called you if I wanted to know what you told Cole, but I needed you in person to know how serious I am. Grab your little computer and we’ll get going so you can run the calculations while Honeybee talks you through them. You can still ride a horse, right?”

Jake moved to get up, only to be stopped by the restraints. Bucky turned around from the door, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, my bad. I’ll get you untied and then we can go.”

Sam was talking with you about where to put which construction vehicles when he heard hooves make their way to the entrance. Bucky dismounted the back of a horse holding a laptop, followed by Jake who was riding ahead of him on that same horse.

“Not a word of this, Samuel.” Bucky growled lowly into Sam’s ear with clenched teeth. “I’ve already threatened the kid with the same.”

Bucky still had no idea how to ride a horse on his own, but would never admit that, so he was actually extremely grateful that Jake could take the reins. Sam had taken the other horse to get to you, leaving only one back at the house for him and Jake to use.

Bucky handed Jake the laptop and patted him on the back harshly, making it more of a shove. This led him to the small hole where you and Sam had just been talking.

Bucky followed at a quicker pace, reaching the area just before Jake could and held his arm out in front of the blond to bar him from going any farther. “Hi Honey, it’s me. I brought you a little present to help out, I hope you’re not mad. It’s your old friend Jacob from high school. Say hi.”

“Jake? Like… Jensen?” You responded, trying to look through the small hole unsuccessfully.

“Yeah, Peach, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. A-and Mr. Barnes wants you to know he’s been nothing but kind to me.” Jake clutched his laptop firmly to his chest, leaning over to be heard better through the small opening.

Bucky gave a stern nod to Jake for already responding well to his coaching on the way over here. Jake sat down by the hole where Bucky had sat before and got to work.

“Okay, Bee. Like I told you before, you say the word and I’ll be here in a minute. You can time me.”

“Where are you going?” He could hear the slight worry in your voice.

“To run a farm. And by that, I mean listen to Curtis.”

You giggled. “Okay, Bucket. See you soon.”

He looked back and smiled before turning towards Sam and pointing into his chest. “You tell me the second she’s close to getting out. I’ll be there.”

Sam nodded. “Sure thing, boss. Need help getting back up on your horse?”

Bucky was already turned away and heading back to your house. He waved a hand dismissively. “No. I’m walking.”

Sam chuckled as he watched the mob boss trudge away. He knew something had shifted in Bucky’s feelings. And he definitely had his suspicions that Bucky couldn’t ride a horse.

When Bucky returned to your house, he didn’t go upstairs. He feared the creaking of the steps would wake Decks, Curtis, and Steve. Plus, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Why would he when there was so much to do to help you? He would just get in the way at the mines, so he went into your office. He pulled out the files and article you had planned to show him the previous night regarding Cole from the kitchen, and as he sat down in your chair, he saw a contract with a familiar watermark. Shit.

Fuck. Shit. Bitch.

The letterhead was from ‘Turners Farm Corporation,’ which he had expected, but the associated law firm was ‘Hansen & Co.’ Bucky had his fair share of law firms in his back pocket, but this was not one of them. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Lloyd Hansen was something of Bucky’s rival in the city. He was an unhinged lunatic. Where Bucky ran things with honor, poise, and calculated movements, Lloyd was messy, unpredictable, and reckless. He’d been trying to make multiple steps into Bucky’s territory, geographically and business-wise, but Bucky had done a decent job at shutting it down thus far.

And now Cole was in cahoots with Lloyd, well, not him directly on paper, just his bitch-ass sister who ran the firm. Bucky couldn’t believe-well, actually he could. He could believe that Cole would have teamed up with Hansen to build enough power for a takeover, especially considering it didn’t add up if Cole was making these moves on his own.

Fired by frustration that more than supplemented the sleep Bucky lacked from not just tonight, but this whole week, he snapped a picture of the contract and sent it to Sam. Sam would make sure it made its way through the right channels and contacts still back in the city. For now, Bucky had a more important priority than personally dealing with business: You. He had never been so grateful for Sam.

As he skimmed through the final page of the contract Cole had proposed to you, the first rooster crowed. Bucky got up to gather the eggs and make breakfast like any other day in the routine he’d grown so familiar with over just the past two weeks. But instead of cooking for you, he was cooking for the small army that came to your aid.

Curtis came barreling down the steps first, followed by Decks, and then eventually, Steve, who slumped and slinked down the stairs, reminiscent of Bucky’s first day doing the same. At least they were able to get themselves up.

Bucky plated their food, Curtis eyeing him with a small smile that Bucky failed to notice, and he sat down in his normal spot to start eating. He honestly didn’t have the appetite to do so, but he knew he’d crash without food since he already wasn’t sleeping, so he forced it down, preparing to go over the assignments with everyone once again.

Steve would be doing what Bucky had last week to set up the farmer’s market since it was scheduled to go again. Decks would be taking over the tasks you had, feeding the animals, and then doing sales with Bucky since people already knew his face. No need to raise more suspicion by introducing two new people to an event you were usually at.

Once everyone cleared their plates, they got to work, doing everything they could to be of assistance for the mob boss who was very evidently on edge.

It was early afternoon when Bucky got a call from Sam. He immediately picked it up.

“We’re close, boss. Only a couple more large boulders to go before there’s a big enough gap to pull her through.”

Bucky dropped the empty crates he was carrying onto the floor of the storage shed where he was returning them from the farmers market. Lucky for him, the storage shed was much closer to the mines than the barn.

Bucky was full-on sprinting in a way no one had ever seen. He never had to once he rose to power. All he did was walk, his long strides alone commanded enough respect. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about you.

He arrived at the mine entrance, breathing heavily, just as Sam was holding your hand, helping you step over a pile of sand and pebbles. Jake stood awkwardly to the side as you looked up from your feet to see Bucky quickly moving toward you. A smile took over your face and you sighed in relief. He scooped you up and spun you around before setting you down again and using his large hands to frame your face. Bucky didn’t care about the dirt and grime that had built up on the two of you. All he cared about was your safe return to his arms.

You watched as his eyes darted between yours and down to your lips. You wouldn’t hold back anymore. He had put all his resources into saving you, helping you. Without wasting another second, you leaned up on your toes and smashed your lips into his. When you pulled back, Bucky lost consciousness, collapsing in your arms.

Next >

Bonus A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Tbh I thought some moments in here were so funny, but I’d love to hear your thoughts!! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo appreciated!!! If I could, I’d make a secret handshake with you through the phone for following this plot line with me. 😉🤠

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2irise · 1 year ago

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older!toji x reader on the brink of separation

cw: smut, toji cries, cussing, implied infidelity, usage of baby, sweet wife, love

( toji & his ex wife are the parents to megumi )

my first time writing ever, dont be harsh lmao <3 feedback is veryy appreciated!! wc: 791

as you swayed your hips to the music blasting in the club you couldn't help thinking about toji, you knew toji was waiting for at home, but you deserve this night out. its not like toji hasn't left you waiting in bed for hours before. last night you fell asleep in a cold bed while waiting for your husband to drop off his son and come home, but you knew toji was probably too busy with his ex wife. could you blame him? communication has been dull between you too these last couple of weeks, fights getting more frequent. "i'm going to go get a drink" you lie to your best friend, instead you head to the bathroom, checking the missed calls and texts from your husband.

my love: "its getting late baby, when are you coming home?"

my love; "yn."

my love: "you don't know how to pick up your fucking phone?"

my love: "come home, now."

my love: "please."

you sigh, putting your phone away, as you head to your best friend she notices the frown on your face "not having fun babe?" she asks, you give a bittersweet smile "i think i'm going to take a uber" you replied "alright, sure yeah be safe" you hug her before making your way to the front of the club, waiting for your car.

as you come through the door you spot toji, knocked out on the couch. you notice the spilled beer bottle on the floor under him, hes been drinking. "toji" you whisper. "baby wake up" you nudge him. "yn?" toji groans. "hmm c'mon baby lets get you to the bed" toji grabs your hand as you lead him to the bedroom. after you lay toji down you use this opportunity to take a shower and get unready. when you come out you eye toji as he sits on the edge of the bed you attempt to make your way on the other side before you feel arms tangle around your waist "don't leave me" he mutters into your stomach "i'm not toji" you comb your fingers through his hair "never, even if i don't deserve you, i need you anyway" he lifts his head and you see the tears in his eyes, threatening to fall over "my heart is yours toji" he stands, still holding your waist "all mine" he mutters. "and you?" you ask "hm? he hums. "are you all mine too?" he smirks "do i need to prove it to my sweet wife?"

toji has you on your back, naked, legs spread wide open for him as he slurps your sweet pussy juices, "oh fuckk toji" "shh baby, don't distract me while i'm eating this pussy" you eagerly jolt your hips in the air when you feel his tongue swirl around your clit. "go ahead and cry baby, you're not going no where until you cum" he starts flicking your folds with the tip of his tounge "tojiiii hmm" you cry out as he laps your pussy with his mouth. "there you go" he praises. you cry out in pleasure as you reach your breaking point "so good for me baby" when he comes up for a kiss you can taste the mix of alcohol and yourself on his tongue. "need more" "please" you plead, "i know baby, i'm going to give you what you want" toji lines his cock along your entrance, teasing you by running his thick tip up and down your folds, you whine "i need yo-" he thrusts into you, bottoming out not letting you finish your plea, "AAhha fuck toji slow" "aww, you wanted it so bad, you can take it" you roll your eyes as your breathing rabidly gets heavier, his thrust become ruthless as he speeds, pounding into you "mm gonna cum again" you hardly get out "cum with me baby" he puts his head in your neck as his thrusts grow sloppy, "mmcumming" "let me make you a momma baby" you moan, you can barley think, let alone form a coherent sentence. "fuck" toji whimpers as he releases inside of you.

when he makes no attempt to move off of you, you begin to stroke his back "love u s'much toji" he buries his face deeper in your neck "i love you too" "m sorry" you wonder what he means before you ask "for what love?" "for letting you think there could ever be anyone else for me.” “last night i stayed late for megumi, not her, not anyone else" you continue stroking his back, moving up to caress his hair every once in a while "i’m sorry too" you say softly "don't apologize" "but i am, i shouldn’t have thought otherwise" he chuckles at how persistent his wife could be “but next time you better call me” you both laugh, holding each other to sleep

AHH FIRST FIC EVER IM SCAREDD. inboxes are open for any requests ;))))))

#smut #toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #husband!toji #fem reader #x reader

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dollxkill · 1 year ago

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GIRLS NEED LOVE

pairing: kai cenat x black! fem! oc

genre: fluff

cw: n-word usage, cursing

summary: late night smoke session with your best friend

a/n: hey loves! I hope you guys enjoy this. I was gonna make this a best friend to lovers, but I decided to make this platonic/ best friends-only story. Anyways, enjoy, and let me know what you think❤

"Pass the blunt nigga" Tamirah says, snatching the blunt from her best friend Kai. It was a chill Saturday evening, with Kai and Tamirah having their weekend smoke sessions.

The song "Girls Need Love" by Summer Walker was playing in the background as they passed the blunt back and forth.

"Damn, you didn't have to snatch it like that" he says, looking over and playfully mugging her. Once she took a hit from the blunt, she passed it back to him

"Yeah, whatever. You hungry?" she says. The weed slowly kicked in as her eyes began to turn low and red

“Hell yeah , order something” he says , the weed also kicking in for him , as he finished off the blunt

“Ok ok damn, hungry ass nigga” she mumbles, grabbing her phone and ordering wingstop for them

Kai reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the remote, turning on a movie for them while they wait.

"What you trynna watch lil girl" he asks, looking over at her slowly

"it doesn't matter to me" she replies, laying down on the pillow next to him

"Don't fall asleep on me Mirah, the food isn't even here yet" he said while chuckling and looking down at her

“I’m not falling asleep kai , I’m just getting comfortable”

“Aight good” he says , now picking a movie for them and turning it on.

A few minutes later , they hear a knock at the door. Kai pauses the movie and goes to open the door , when he sees that the food is there. He picks up the food and takes it back to her room.

“Food’s here mirah , sit up” he says , sitting back on her bed and handing her the food.

she sits up and grabs the food from him as they start to eat. The movie plays as they eat , laughing and making jokes about it along the way. Music plays softly in the background, setting the mood for both of them.

Tamirah and Kai spend the rest of the night watching movies and listening to music until their high goes away , enjoying each other’s company.

*not proofread or spell checked*

a/n: hi loves ! I hope you guys enjoyed. I decided to do an oc instead of x reader , just because I wanted to try something new. Let me know what you think , until next time💗.

*I accidentally posted this when I wasn’t finished😭*

#Spotify #kai cenat x reader #kai cenat #amp #streamer #twitch streamer #black oc #x oc

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gyllenhaalstories · 1 year ago

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COME ON BARBIE, LET'S GO PARTY! — JAKE 💗

summary: you are invited to a barbie themed party and you both dressed the part. don't you worry, jake brought all his kenergy!

warnings: alcohol, curse words, smut (teasing in public, praise kink, butt plug, masturbation, spit play, penetration & double penetration, pussy eating, improper usage of an innocent lollipop). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2730

photos credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories & @/margoterobbies (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i'm too many months late to the barbie hype but i couldn't help it. another year, another halloween themed fic! 🍭 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"Looking good, Barbie!" Jake winked, opening the door of the bubblegum-pink Corvette for you.

"Thanks, Ken!" You got out of the car, with Jake closing the passenger door behind you. You took one more glance at the vintage car and blinked forcefully. "All the pink... It's blinding."

"Come on, do you know how much trouble I went through to find that car? Jake leaned on the silver frame of the windshield. "Surprisingly, not much trouble at all. For some reason, it seemed like everyone went on a spray painting frenzy since the movie came out."

"Yeah, I bet." You rolled your eyes at him and you leaned forward to fix check on your pink gloss in the reflection of the side-view mirror. You popped your lips audibly when you finished. When you stood up straight again, Jake smiled at you from ear to ear.

He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist, careful not to wrinkle your pink and white plaid dress similar to one of the costumes in the movie. He guided you through the parking lot, in direction of the large hotel where the party was taking place.

You frowned, looking at both of your outfits. Jake looked like bubblegum and you looked almost as pink as him — he won that game with the help of the afternoon sun that gave him warm, rosy cheeks. "Do you think we went too hard?" The two of you had watched the movie an absurd amount of times to prepare for this party, and you wondered for a moment if you had gotten too far.

Jake scoffed and shook his head. "What makes you think that? There's never too much pink." He tightened his arm around your waist and squeezed you against his hip. "Right? Never too much."

You caught a glimpse of his wink and understood the intention behind his words. "Yeah, right." You chuckled, earning another tight squeeze against him.

"You good? Everything's alright?" His voice took a serious tone. He looked into your eyes to make sure of your sincerity.

"Everything's peachy!" You leaned closer to give him an air kiss, adamant on not ruining your makeup so soon into the party.

"Don't you mean beachy?" His eyebrows wiggled on his forehead, Jake was proud of his reference. "I'm doing too much, got it." He nodded one time, firmly.

You placed your hand on his cheek and stroked his skin lovingly. "You are Kenough."

He smiled at you again. "Now, come on, Barbie!" He held the heavy glass door open for you, bowing before you as you walked inside the hotel. "Let's go party!"

*~*~*

The Barbie themed Halloween party was... So cool. Pink everywhere, pink everything. You guys had definitely dressed the part. You could safely admit, with all the modesty and humility in the world, that you looked better than most of the guests. It was mostly due to the amount of fun that the two of you were having.

Jake and you did a whole lot of singing (while poorly remembering the lyrics) and dancing (while poorly remembering the choreography). All you needed was a a couple of martini glasses filled with the potentially spiked pink fruit punch paired with a swirly straw and you were having the time of your life at this party.

Over and over again, the songs from the soundtrack would make the walls vibrate. You felt bad for the guests upstairs, but you figured that most of the occupants of the rooms were already attending the party anyway. You hung out with some familiar people and also strangers you would undoubtedly forget about tomorrow when you wake up. Hours went by in a blink of an eye.

The longer the party lasted, the harder it was to get Jake off of you. He was getting all sorts of touchy-feely and he made you feel like the most beautiful doll in the world. He pulled you close to him, held your hand tightly, kissed whatever part of exposed skin he could reach, squeezed (and slapped) your ass when he thought people were not paying too much attention. He kept telling you how pretty you were and how he was the luckiest Ken in the room.

You finally gave in to his tactics, there was only so much affection and praise you could handle without getting butterflies in your stomach and experiencing that shaky feeling in your knees. "One more."

"One more what?" Jake whined, he kissed your cheek then down to your neck. He hummed at the sweet smell of the vanilla perfume you got just for the occasion.

"One more song and then we're leaving." You raised your pinky finger, your nail was shiny and painted bubblegum pink.

He hooked his pinky finger with yours, sealing the promise. "One more. After that, I'm dragging you out of here."

"I don't wanna leave Barbieland! But... Fine." You kissed his lips lightly and you let the music travel through your body and guide you back to the middle of the room. All Barbies to the dancefloor of the blowout party.

For what could very possibly be the thousandth time that night, Dance the Night started to play and it only took the first verse for Jake to join you on the dancefloor again. Other people tagged along and drunkenly tried to recreate a scene out of the choreography. It was just... So cool!

*~*~*

You unwrapped a lollipop and put in your mouth while Jake unlocked the door of the hotel suite. As soon as his hands were free, and while he pushed the door open by walking backwards, they were back on your body.

In fact, Jake’s hands barely left you at all from when you exited the party venue to that very moment. There was so much touching, caressing and groping, he was failing miserably at hiding how much he wanted you. Now with your mouth occupied by the candy, Jake focused his kisses on your neck rather than your lips.

You threw your head back, giving him all the space he desired to leave open mouthed kisses over your neck and the exposed part of your chest.

He roughly groped your ass, squeezing your skin and massaging it. He repeated this routine over and over again. All of that caused you to flinch, a small moan escaped your mouth once you pulled the candy out of your mouth. “You really like it, huh?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Jake smiled at you and gave you a quick wink before he kissed your lips. They tasted of strawberry, and so did your mouth that he explored with his tongue. His hands were still on your ass, he was pressing his body firmly against yours to bring you impossibly closer. “You gotta wear it more often.”

“That can be arranged.” You winked back at him.

"Good girl." He told you as he pushed you in the direction of the massive bed.

You blinked and your back hit the duvet. You blinked again and Jake was pulling on your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

He leaned down to kiss you before you had time to put the lollipop back in your mouth. Once you were distracted, he stole the candy from you and claimed it as his. The stick poked out of his mouth while you pouted at him. "What?"

"It's my lollipop, I want it back!" You barely had time to finish your sentence before he kissed you again.

"Oh, you want it back?" For a moment, you believed he would bite the candy and eat it all on his own. Instead, he flipped your skirt up over your stomach and slid your panties off before you could say anything.

You watched him as he trailed kisses from your right knee, along your thigh and all the way up to your lower stomach. If he had not been in such a hurry to touch you, he would have given the same treatment to your other leg. Even in the dimly lit hotel room, you could see the gears turning in his head and he did not seem interested in wasting any more time.

He pushed on your inner thighs, forcing your legs open for him and exposing your pussy to his lustful gaze. He swiped his thumb over your wet pussy lips and hummed in satisfaction to how you coated his skin. Jake dragged his thumb down and instructed you to open your legs as wide as you could. A pink sparkle caught his eyes, he moaned along with you as he pushed on the jewel plug that was in your ass. "So fucking pretty."

You sighed loudly while Jake gently tugged on the plug. You closed your eyes for several seconds and focused on how your body reacted to the movement. Jake's groping had felt nice, but this was even better.

"Still thinking about the candy?" Jake slurred his words with the lollipop stuck inside his cheek. You giggled and shook your head no as an answer. "That sucks, because I sure as hell am."

You squinted in confusion. Quickly, your thoughts started to process what he had in mind.

He popped the candy out of his mouth and locked eyes with you. You both giggled when he went down on his knees with a loud groan. But you stopped laughing when you saw that the lollipop was approaching dangerously close to your pussy. He had one mischievous eyebrow arched on his forehead when the candy touched you. He dragged in across your folds the same way he had done it with his thumb earlier. The lollipop glistened with your juices already.

You had raised your upper body on your elbows, and you threw your head back in pleasure when he pushed the candy inside of you.

He did it slowly, just enough to get the sphere of sugar inside of your clenching walls. Just like he did with the plug, he pulled and pushed on it to fuck you with the lollipop. Jake's tongue lapped at your folds, taking multiple breaks to tell you that you tasted "So fuckin' sweet for him." He sucked on your clit and pulled more euphoric sounds out of you.

You encouraged him to keep going by the way your body moved against his mouth, and his hand. He used his free hand to toy with the butt plug and mess up with your mind with the blissful sensation of both of your holes were being fucked at the same time.

It seemed as though he did not know what to do, what to focus on. The sight and the taste of you were driving him insane. He abandoned the plug and the lollipop stick, leaving them both untouched inside of you so that he could unbutton his shorts and pull his clothes down to free his hard cock. Jake jerked off with his dominant hand and used his other one to keep moving the candy inside you. It was already creating a sticky, wet mess on the bed and he could not care less.

With the way his tongue worked on your clit, your orgasm took no time to arrive. And you struggled a lot. You struggled to keep your legs open, you could barely fight the urge to close them around his head (he had no complaints about that). You struggled to hold back your sweet noises and the loud screaming of his name (he had no complaints about that either, but the neighbours in the hotel suite next to yours might beg to differ). More importantly, you struggled to hold back and not let the pleasure snap.

Jake was not helping you either. He was grunting and moaning against your pussy, devouring you like you were the best thing he had ever tasted. His body moved, too, from how good his hand felt around his throbbing cock. He took a break from eating you out to spit on his hand, lubricating it so that it moved more easily on his length.

That break was just long enough to let you catch your breath and prepare for what was coming next.

Jake was pumping the lollipop in and out of you. You could feel your other hole clench around the plug. And you arched your back as your orgasm hit you. The pleasure was sweet, but strong. It had you covering your face as you chuckled, the waves of ecstasy still rushing through your body. All of that because of a stupid lollipop (and your boyfriend's exquisite pussy eating skills).

Oh, Jake was not done with you. Once you calmed down and once the walls of your pussy relaxed, he pulled out the candy. It was dripping, it looked delicious. Without any hesitation, he put it back in his mouth and he rolled his eyes at how much he was enjoying the taste. And, again without hesitation, he stood up by the edge of the bed and positioned himself so that he could use your sensitive pussy to jerk off.

His cock rubbed on your puffy pussy lips and bumped on your clit, making you pant and struggle to keep your eyes open so you could watch him as he was reaching closer to his own release. "You're so hot." You mumbled when his eyes locked with yours.

"You're fucking hot." He smiled at you. The stick of the lollipop moved as his face contorted with pleasure. It took a few more thrusts of his hips, a few more seconds to enjoy your wet pussy, and he started to cum. He wrapped his hand around his cock and used his other hand to push your leg further open so he could paint your pussy with his cum.

Ropes of white completed the mess that was your core and his grunts sounded so delicious that you moaned along with him.

Jake’s cock was throbbing, bopping up and down in the air as he emptied all of his seed on you. His stomach rose and fell back down while he, too, tried to catch his breath. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and he chuckled with you at how intense all of this was.

You frowned when you noticed that he was smirking. A cartoonish light bulb appeared above his head. “Uh oh.” You clicked your tongue, faking to be concerned. “Do I really want know what you’re thinking about?”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows and shrugged at you. His eyes looked into yours, then down at your pussy, then back up at to your face again. “You already know I’m gonna do it anyway.” And with that, he surrendered to his impulsive thought and dipped the lollipop in the mess of yours and his juices. He swirled it a bit and brought it up, slowly, to your mouth.

With your eyes locked with his intense gaze, you parted your lips open. He gave you a taste of the mess the two of you had made and he was more than happy to see you smile as you sucked on the candy.

Jake helped you scoot further on the bed so that he, too, could have space to climb on it with you. You tapped the space next to yours, but he ignored your invitation.

Instead, he found a comfortable position and laid down between your legs with his mouth just inches away from your pussy. He stuck out his tongue, flat, and licked a long strand, from the jewel plug all the way to your clit on which he pressed a kiss. “I’m gonna clean you up now,” he announced, as if you could not have guessed it on your own. “But after that we’re gonna take a shower,” he added another long lick on your pussy. “And after that we’re gonna keep this party going.” He swallowed what he collected with his tongue. “How do you feel about going for a ride?”

You relaxed on the plush bed and savoured the feeling of Jake’s mouth on you. You nodded frantically, answering his question, and you felt his lips curl into a grin against your core.

You both exchanged another wave of laughter that was interrupted by Jake playing with your plug again. “Do you think they make those in the shape of a lollipop?”

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal

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swee7dream · 7 months ago

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i love ur works sm 😭😭 they always make me feel so safe 🥲🥲 esp the chenle ones like hellooooo 🫨🫨💓 (my way of discretely requesting more cg!chenle 😥)

letting go cg!zhong chenle x f!regressor!reader

genre agere content, established relationship, comfort, slice of life warnings petnames ( doll, baby ), nonsexual usage of ‘daddy’, indirect mentions of half-regression dni if you sexualize age regression . i WILL shoot you in between the eyes ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა wc 1574

summary you find yourself traveling down memory lane at the airport . ( can be read as a loose prequel to whatever you want ! )

le 🏀: i’m gonna be hanging out with the guys for a bit. text me when you’re flight lands princess 👑: *your le 🏀: will i ever be good enough for you

You chuckle as you lock your phone, placing it back in your bag.

The harsh lights overhead make the TSA line look like a hospital; like it’s the final safety check-in before you can move on to the afterlife. You look down at the charm hanging from your bag, trying to distract yourself from the sudden and unexpectedly dark thought that popped into your head.

The green material of your Hangyodon plush feels soft under your fingers, and focusing on it lets you ground yourself. You remember how much you cried when you lost your original keychain, a My Melody plush with a little pink dress on. You were inconsolable for days, Chenle thought that you had experienced the loss of a loved one before he finally asked.

“Lost Melo…”

“Melo?”

“My dolly, Daddy. The one on my bag…”

Honestly, Chenle never even landed eyes on that keychain plush. He had no reason to look at your bag for longer than 5 seconds. He knew it existed but had it in a far corner of his mind most of the time. He feels like it would be better to tell you when you’re Big rather than Little that all he’s ever focused on is you, not your bag. Big you would curl up into a ball and shy away, pushing his shoulder bashedly but Little you would begin to frown, poking and prodding wondering how he could ever say he loves you if he doesn’t love ‘Melo’ like you do.

“Do you remember where you left it?” he asked, crouched on the floor as you lay across the couch with your bag to your chest.

“Think… the mall?”

Chenle pulled a face at the mental image of the tiny plush within the huge building but tried calling the lost and found anyway.

With his bottom to the floor, back to the couch, Chenle held his phone up to his ear in one hand while the other caressed the back of your own hand as you continued to hold your bag like a lifeline.

The dreaded, expected news came out of the speaker of his phone, loud enough for you to have also heard thanks to the lack of distance between you two. Chenle felt as you began to shiver and shake like a Coke bottle full of Mentos.

“Stole it…!” you sniffled. “Someone stole her.”

“Hey, no.” Chenle tugged at your bag for you to show your face, eyes growing red already. “No one stole her. She probably slipped off. Maybe Melo just wanted to see more of the world.”

“So, Melo abandoned me?!”

Nice move, Zhong.

“No, Babygirl. No! That’s not what I’m saying at all, I don’t think,” he backtracked. “What I’m trying to say is: how long have you had Melo?”

“I dunno...” you mumbled.

“Was it before you had Daddy?”

“…yeah.”

“Then maybe-” he twisted himself in a way that let you meet eye to eye. “Maybe she felt that could go on a little trip. ‘cause she knew that you would be taken care of now that I’m here.”

“…”

“Melo didn’t abandon you, doll. She still loves you so much. Like this much.” He holds up his arms, opening his chest as wide as he can to get as much distance between his hands as possible. “But just between you and me, Melo and I had a little chat. She said she wants to explore the world! Her plan is to explore the world from the bags of cute little girls like you, and then hitch another ride once she’s maxed out their Melo-meter!”

“Millimeter?”

“Melo-meter.” Chenle repeated, finally deciding to turn fully to you with his lower back poking at him for help. “You know how Daddy has to go to work every day?”

“Every. Day.” You grumble.

“I know. It’s not fun for me either, doll. But Melo has a job to do too. She’s in charge of helping lonely little girls be brave in the big wild world out there. She made you feel safe, yeah? Like you’re not alone?”

“Mhm…” You nod.

“Every time you get a little bit of more confidence, Melo’s Melo-meter gets fuller. That shows that her mission of making you feel braver is succeeding! You’re so brave now, Melo’s gotta go help out another shy baby like you once were.”

“Am braver?”

Chenle’s eyes grow wide, his head vibrating in shock that you can’t tell is playful, genuine, or both.

“You don’t see it, baby? You’re super brave. Look, today you lost an important friend you had for a long time and sure, you felt sad, that’s normal, but you didn’t cry. You didn’t cry at the mall or even when you came home. Do you think you could’ve done that before?”

You tried to think back, but your memory when Little is so short that even yesterday’s breakfast is a hazy memory. You felt your Big self tickle your ear, whispering a forgotten memory back to life. The feelings of empathy you have for your past self ghost along your skin.

“Mmm, don’t think so.”

“That’s okay, though. Because now you can and I’m so so proud of you for it, doll.” Chenle gave you a goofy grin. “Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You allow, pulling your keychain-less bag away from your face and turning your cheek for your caregiver to peck warmly.

“It’s time to let go now, baby.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it for only a second. “Wanna say bye bye to Melo?”

“Mmm, yeah.” You lay your back flat back on the couch and sigh contentedly. “Thank you, Melo.”

“Thank you, Melo. Thank you for helping my babygirl be so brave on her own. I’ll try and keep her as safe as you did.” Chenle speaks up, beyond the ceilings and clouds and into the nebula, wherever Melo’s next mission was destined to be.

“But Daddy, I don’t like being alone.” You roll back to your side, cheek squished against the cushion.

“I don’t like you being alone either.” He dropped his eyes down to you. “But we can’t avoid it, doll. On the bright side, it’s not like it was before. You’re not going to be alone in one place to be still alone in another. You could come to me, or I could come to you. Doesn’t that make those little transtitionary periods where we’re alone feel a lot better? To know I’m waiting for you. Always.”

“I’m always waiting for you too,” you replied. “…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” he hummed.

“Daddy, don’t.” You frowned, annoyed that your monologue was interrupted.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry. Go ahead, baby.”

“I’m not 'fraid of being alone. ‘cause I know that they’re just teeny tiny moments to reach the finish line to where I know the people I love are.”

“Like me.”

“…Yeah, I guess, you.” Your eyes drifted away, intrigued by the corner of your ceiling all of a sudden.

“Hey- You know wh-” Chenle’s fingers attacked your sides, making squeals and laughter erupt out of you as you failed to squirm like a worm out of his tickling torture.

“This isn’t a replacement for Melo,” Chenle warned, holding up the blue-green keychain plush in his hand. “it’s just a little fidget doll. And maybe a reminder that I’ll always be waiting for you.”

“Chenle, this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.” You take it from his hand, dangling it on your finger as you hold it up. “What is it even supposed to be?”

“Hello? I just said the most sweetest, kindest, thing in the world and you have the audacity to say it’s ugly?”

“What is it?”

“It’s-!” He gestures at it vaguely, then licks his lips. “I don’t know. I don’t know what it is. Listen, if you hate it, then give it back.”

“No!” You pull it away from his outstretched hand. “It’s mine. You gave it to me. No take-backs.”

“Kiss?”

“Ew, no. I’m all gross from work.” You scrunch your face, turning away from Chenle. “Later, though. Yes. All the kisses you want.” Your hands got busy trying to hang your new gift on the bag you packed for your flight the next day.

“What about a thank you kiss? Now?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, trying to get within your eyesight once more.

“Thank you, Chenle.” You pushed his chest away with your pointer finger once the Hangyodon doll officially clung to your bag. “Move. I need to shower.”

“Just one!”

“Quit following me!”

Your phone buzzed on the way to your gate. You figured you looked ridiculous unzipping your bag across your chest while trying to keep walking, but you couldn’t find it within you to care about the possible looks of onlookers. You would have in the past, but that was before Chenle, before Melo.

Your screen displayed a message notification from your boyfriend. Your eyes rolled on their own at his clinginess, but your fingers already were moving to read it.

le 🏀: can you hurry up princess 👑: i don’t control the plane chenle le 🏀: WHY NOT le 🏀: COME HOME FASTER I MISS YOU le 🏀: i'm holding my breath until your back le 🏀: if you even care princess 👑: *you're

a/n hello ! it's vix ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ thank you so much for the requests lately ! they really make me feel that the work i pour so much effort is being received well and loved, motivating me to work harder ! i hope this is an enjoyable read as well ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡ hopefully the next release is the non-agere spidermark fic i've been working for the past couple months.

#cg!nct dream #agere sfw #kpop agere #nct dream agere #cg!zhong chenle #kpop little space #little!reader #zhong chenle x reader #LooPBLoGGiNG ! 🌀

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anthemofgvf · 2 years ago

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Endless Summer: Josh Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part Two

description: you and sammy have been best friends since you were kids, and being around his family was the norm your entire life. when invited to a trip to their family lake house during the summer, you find yourself spending more time with his brother than your best friend. and, one thing has been clear your entire friendship: brothers are off limits.

warnings for this series: alcohol and marijuana usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 7k

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You squinted one eye open the next day as you heard your door squeak. You lifted your head just enough to see Sam creeping into your bedroom. When he noticed you were alert and awake, he gave you a soft smile, and made his way over to your bed without caring about his steps being too loud on the creaking wood floors.

He crawled into bed with you, resting his back on the headboard and inviting you into his arms as one laid above your head. You moved yourself over to his body and rested your head on his bare chest, humming in delight as you made yourself comfortable and shutting your eyes.

“Morning.” He croaked at you.

You titled your head up and met his eyes, then chose to rest back down as you felt your neck growing tired from craning it.

“Good morning to you, too, sunshine.” You smirked at your comment, feeling Sam’s chest rise as he huffed out a laugh.

“What was it like sleeping in here?”

“Blissful, until you decided to wake me up.” You shook your head against his chest. “What time is it?”

“Nearly nine.” He shifted his head towards the round clock that sat on the wall of the room. “Bright and early.”

“Too early,” you groaned, “are the boys awake?”

“I think Josh is, but I’m not sure. Didn’t check.” He shrugged.

You moved yourself off of his chest and chose to rest your back on the headboard as he did, sighing deeply as you let your eyes get used to the brightly-lit room.

“Do we have anything planned for the day?” You turned your head to him.

“I know they have something planned, but they won’t tell me because they want it to be a surprise for you.” He rolled his eyes and finally met your gaze.

“They know better not to tell you because you’d tell me anyways.” You gave him a playful smirk, watching as he grew slightly irritated at your truth. “You’re not good at keeping secrets.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever it is, I hope it’s good.”

You nodded and let your eyes rest on the mirror in front of you, watching through it as Sam picked himself off the bed and stood in silence, like he was waiting for you to turn your attention back to him.

“Breakfast?”

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You all grabbed food at a nearby diner, agreeing to go shopping to stock up on groceries to keep your going out to a minimum. Once you all arrived back home after eating, you entered the lake house again.

Jake mentioned that you would need your swimsuit for the day, but it wasn't necessarily required. You decided to throw it on underneath your clothing just in case and met the boys downstairs where they seemed to have gathered in a small circle and chatting casually.

You raised your eyebrows at them and waited for their attention to turn towards you, to which Josh clasped his hands together and motioned everyone to follow him. He grabbed a small, light-weight cooler on the way out with a few things he packed into it from the newly stocked fridge and pantry.

"Are you boys gonna tell us what we're doing?" You followed the twins and Sam down the familiar trail to the lake, except taking a slightly alternative route.

"You'll see when we get there." Jake flipped his head back to you, giving you a suspicious smile that only meant they were up to no good.

You looked up at Sam, who seemed to be set off and in an aggravated mood. He must've been told what you all were doing, or he simply figured it out on his own. You chose to keep your thoughts to yourself and look back forward and continued down the path.

As you four made it to the bottom of the trail, two kayaks laid at the bottom with four large paddles sitting inside of them. Jake and Josh must've set them up earlier when you and Sam were together in the morning, or when you two were occupied with changing.

"You didn't tell me what we were doing because we were going to go kayaking?" Sam huffed with a slight groan, popping his hip out with folded arms.

"Well, if we would've told you, we wouldn't have been able to drag you down here." Jake shrugged with a sly smirk slapped across his face, seemingly pleased that he was upsetting his brother. "It won't be like last time, I promise. Don't be a prick, Sam."

"Wait, why are you upset? I thought you liked kayaking?" You furrowed your brows, making your way to the kayak that was directly in front of you.

"That was until they pushed me into the water, and I had to get a new phone because my old one broke. And I lost my wallet." He spat, looking over to the twins who were failing to hide their laughter behind their ducked heads.

"God, it was hilarious, y/n. Sam was trying to find his wallet for like hours, and he eventually gave up. He ended up tugging his jeans on a few branches and came out of the lake a mess." Josh said in between laughs.

"It's not funny, man. Told you guys I didn't want to go kayaking with you again after that. Was fucking miserable all day. You know I nearly got an infection because I cut myself so deep?" He spat, challenging his brothers by taking a few steps closer.

"If you think we're going to do it again you're more than free to go sit in the house until we get back." Jake shrugged, flashing his eyes at you before meeting Sam's.

Sam turned his head over his shoulder, noticing you were eager to step into the kayak and waiting for him to join you.

Sam rolled his eyes, exhaling with a deep sigh and saying, "Alright, but I'm going with y/n. If any of you try something stupid, I'm pulling you down under with me." He pointed in their faces, giving them one more look of anger as he took harsh steps towards the back of yours and his's kayak,

Josh took his seat whilst you settled into yours, letting Sam push your kayak into the water and Jake pushing theirs. After getting deep enough into the water, Sam hopped in and grabbed his paddle to begin rowing.

While you helped paddle through the lake, you watched as Josh commanded Jake with quiet directions, snapping photos on his camera of the scenery around you. You had forgotten about how gorgeous the lake was: trees lining the deep blue, yet murky waters, branches that hung too close for comfort, and sparce leaves that rested on the surface of the lake.

Jake had begun talking about where you all were headed off to, explaining that there was a small creek ahead and that that would be your final destination. You listened to the twins tell you a story or two about a fond memory of swimming there, because as kids they always ran off and did things on their own. Sam stayed quiet for the most part, only exhaling quiet sighs as Josh dragged on a story about him and Jake.

Once you all made it to the creek, you and Sam "parked" your kayak off to the side by a few sturdy rocks and tying it to the bark of the tree that rested behind the rocks, letting you four stop for a few hours.

Josh had already cracked a bottle open of a Coors Light beer, sipping it gingerly as he continued to sit in the kayak, not stepping out of it just yet and letting it float in the calm waters. Jake had already made his way under a shaded area nearby, grabbing a sandwich from the cooler and sitting on the rocks as he took a few bites.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" You stepped over to Sam, who cautiously grabbed a beer from the cooler that sat in front of Josh.

"That's because I warned them not to try anything stupid." He popped the tab of the can, letting the fizz simmer before taking a drink. "You were barely any help."

"Oh, I'm sorry my arms got a little tired." You titled your head to the side, glaring at him with a hint of playfulness. "I'll steer the entire way back if you'd like."

"You might make us crash." He bit back a smirk, dodging your flying hand with a chuckle.

Josh stepped out, pulling the kayak up the rocks until he felt comfortable it would stay, and joined you and Sam's conversation.

"You know, I don't mind taking y/n if you feel as though her paddling was unsatisfactory." He flicked his eyes at you with a warm smile before looking back up at his brother.

"Yeah, and then have Jake in my kayak? That's just a disaster waiting to happen." Sam said as he rested his hands on his hips.

"Not going to push you into the water, Sam." Jake spoke up from his seated position, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"I'll make you a deal, then. If Jake pushes you in the water, tips the kayak - any of that, you can push me in while I'm fully clothed. I can even have my phone in my pocket if it makes you feel better." He cocked his head with raised brows, waiting for his brother's response.

Sam looked over at Jake, who seemed to have spaced off by looking at something in the near distance, finishing his sandwich and setting his trash next to him as he sprawled his hands out behind him and leaning on them for balance.

"Why do you want y/n in your kayak so badly?" Sam furrowed his brows, looking back to Josh who had a confused look on his face.

Before you were able to speak to express your feelings about Sam's unnecessary attitude, Josh spoke.

"I was just offering because you were complaining about her not being helpful, Sam. She's a friend to us all, not just you."

Sam had always been protective over you, especially when it came to his older brothers. It spurred from jealously of never having something that his brother's didn't, and you were something that was his own. It wasn't a possessive thing in any means, it was a thing of being his own personal best friend. Although he did have Danny, he didn't know him for nearly as long as you two have known each other, and your guys' bond was inseparable just like Jake and Josh's. So, yeah, from time to time he did get jealous when you found one of Josh's jokes funnier than his or decided that you liked one of his older brother idea's better, but that came from him always feeling like he was competing with the twins. He never wanted to make you feel like he thought he owned you, but he did want it to feel like you preferred him over his siblings. He just didn't want to lose another thing to his brothers.

Being the youngest sibling didn't help always feeling like he got the short end of the stick, so when you and him became friends, he finally had something, someone that wasn't a product of his brothers. You were his best friend, and although you eventually became friends with Josh and Jake, you always chose him at the end of the day.

Sam huffed, flicking his eyes back over to Jake before starting to speak. "Fine, yeah. I'll go with Jake back." He threw his hand up and walked away with a tight fist, slumping into the rocks and drinking from his can.

You looked at Josh with wide eyes, seeing that he had already shrugged the situation off.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," he placed his hand on your shoulder, "you know how he is. He'll shape up once we get back."

You nodded, turning your head in Sam's direction, who still had a sour expression on his face and averting his eyes from everyone as he stared at his feet.

"Did you guys push him last time you all were here?" You pressed your lips together.

"Yeah, two summers ago. Was our last time here before we went on tour again. He doesn't let us live it down." He chuckles, raising the lip of his bottle to his mouth.

"Did you apologize to him?"

"'Course we did. But you know Sam. Always holding a grudge." He shrugged with the bottle still at his mouth, taking another sip as he finished his sentence.

You were torn between continuing your conversation with Josh or joining Sam where he sat. You knew Sam always liked space when he was upset, but he also always appreciated your company, and you were able to easily pull him out of an upsetting mood whenever it called for it.

When Josh left you to sit beside Jake, you found yourself creeping over to Sam and sitting next to him with your eyes on the lake. He still had his head dipped down and caught in his own train of thought.

"Hey, you alright?" You spoke quietly, looking over to him.

"Fine." He said as he gave you a tight smile with his eyes still focused on the rocks. "Was just joking, by the way."

"I know you were." You nodded and placed a hand on his back.

Sam picked his head up, sharply inhaling as if the words he had to say were resting on his tongue, but he didn't know if he should speak. He turned his head to you, flicking between both of your eyes as you waited for him to say whatever he felt like he couldn't.

But you knew what he was upset about. It wasn't just the kayaking, which he eventually got over, it was about Josh. He knew you were close with his brothers, and that was fine, but it still bothered him. He felt as though if you ever got closer with them, you'd stop spending time with him and push him to the side. Because, as a matter of fact, that happened a lot to him when he was younger. You watched from the sidelines and would see his friends come and go and choose Jake and or Josh instead of him, or stop being friends with him all together for whatever reason. And you were one of the only people who never chose a side, and that's why you were so important to him.

"You know I love you, Sam. Right?" You let the corners of your lips rest into a smile, rubbing his back with affection.

"Yeah," he huffed a laugh, "I guess I was just being dramatic. I don't know, I was kind of set off already with the whole thing and when Josh said that it just pissed me off. I know he was just trying to be nice, but sometimes I just miss the actual intention behind things, ya know?" He swallowed, rubbing his lips together; a nervous tick he always did. He wasn't the best with his emotions, but when he was, he was fearful of whatever would come next or what would be said.

But you always knew what to say, thankfully because you've known him for so long.

"Yeah, I know. He was just trying to be helpful, despite him not knowing you were just messing with me. I think you owe him an apology, though." You watched as Sam cocked his brows at you. "Maybe not now, but you should at least do it after we get back."

Sam nodded, wrapping his arm around you and resting his head on top of yours. He squeezed you into his side and circled your back with his hand.

"Thanks." He muttered, raising his hand to your hair and massaging your scalp. "Sometimes I don't know how you deal with me."

"It's a thing called patience." You sighed.

You all went into the water for a bit, taking turns popping in and out of the lake and letting the sun soothe you into relaxation. It wasn't an extremely eventful day, but you didn't need much to be satisfied. You had your friends with you, and that was just enough.

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You hopped in Josh's kayak and let him push it into the lake, hopping in front and setting the cooler at the floor of the small boat. Jake and Sam followed shortly behind, but you and Josh had a small head-start.

You twisted your head back and realized Sam and Jake were actually far behind, more than you realized. You worked harder to paddle, probably because you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Josh.

"Do you think we should stop and wait for them?" You slowed your rowing and met Josh's eyes.

"Nah, they'll catch up." He titled his head up and motioned for you to continue.

You pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth, hesitating to speak for a moment.

"Sam's feeling a little jealous." You admitted.

You heard Josh chuckle to himself. "When is he not?"

"Yeah, you're right." You shook your head as you laughed. "I just don't get it sometimes. I mean, we've known each other for so long and he still reverts to acting the same way he did when we were younger."

Josh clicked his tongue. "I'm not sure. He's just a jealous guy. Always has been, I suppose."

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You and Josh made it back to the lake house before his brothers did, and you both took the liberty of grabbing firewood for the firepit outside whilst waiting for their arrival.

You dusted your hands off on your shorts, taking a seat as Josh finished putting the last piece of fire in the pit.

With the sun just barely peaking its head over the grassy hills, the air became less aggressive and lightly sang through your hair and caving in to cool your body. The temperature change wasn’t by much, but it was enough to feel a difference.

Josh hopped in the seat next to you after pulling out one of the last bottles of beer in the small cooler, grabbing one in his other hand and lending it to you with a smile. You took it with gratitude, using the bottle opener and clicking off the metal lid with a loud “pop”.

“Shall we wait for them to get here to light the fire?” Josh looked over to you for approval. The way he asked you seemed like he was stating it rhetorically, but you still answered with a shake of your head.

“Sam isn’t the only pyromaniac in the Kiszka family.” Josh pointed his finger at you, causing you to giggle.

You took a sip from your bottle, waiting patiently for Josh to light the fire. He was blocking your view, standing directly in front of you and then turning around with a satisfied smile once he got the fire going with a few matches and newspaper.

He retook his seat next to you and rested his head on the back of it, fluttering his eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, again, about Sam earlier." You twisted your head and letting it rest on your shoulder.

Josh squinted one eye open and looked over to you, shaking his head with a smile.

"You don't have to apologize for him. You have no reason to be sorry." He gave you a shrug, lifting the lip of his bottle to his lips.

"Well, I just feel like someone should apologize. I don't know if he will, so." You pressed your lips together, watching as Josh returned to relaxing the back of his head on the chair, to which you followed and did the same.

Your ears tuned to the hushed sound of branches crunching under shoes, and quiet chatter floating through the air. You lifted your head to see Sam and Jake making their way up the trail with blank faces.

Jake ran off into the lake house, probably to go grab his guitar, and Sam stood in front of Josh with furrowed brows. Josh flicked his eyes at you, then to Sam, and quickly stood up from the seat with an "oh!".

"Was keeping your seat warm." He extended his arms towards the seat as Sammy hopped into the chair.

As Josh made the short walk over to the seat that became his, you decided to try your luck with talking to Sam again.

"I see you're completely dry. Jake didn't push you in?" You joked, letting your lips relax into a playful smirk.

Sam shook his head with an eyeroll, biting back a smile. "We didn't talk much on the way back."

"Probably because he didn't want to say the wrong thing. You look a bit tense."

His face was tight as if you insulted him, shaking his shoulders out and trying to prove to you that he hadn't let the situation earlier affect him still. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, averting his eyes from you and standing up to make his way to the cooler.

Jake came out with his guitar case and plopped into the open seat next to Josh, flicking the latches open and pulling the acoustic out with a soft grunt. He rested the base on his knees, his fingers laying lightly on the neck and searching between the three of you with a parted mouth.

"Any suggestions?" He asked. With no reply, he turned his direction to you. "Y/n?"

"Oh, I don't care. Anything you play is great." You felt your cheeks flush, and you shook your head and nursed your bottle by your lips.

"C'mon, I'll play whatever you want." He dragged out the syllables and rested his mouth in a smile.

You took a deep breath and clicked your tongue, searching the ground for an answer, but coming up with nothing. It's not that you were shy, it's just that nothing came to mind. There was always the pressure of not picking a good song, but you shared common music taste with the boys.

But an idea sprung into your head. "How about one of your songs? Haven't gotten the chance to hear you guys live yet."

"But we play our stuff-"

"No, c'mon, let's play something for her." Josh cut Jake off while throwing his hand out to the guitar. He gave you a comical smirk, followed with a wink.

"Well, if that's what you want." He shrugged, tilting his head up for a moment in thought before letting his fingers pluck the chords.

You watched as Josh nodded his head to the melody, seeing him flutter his eyes shut once he began singing the first note. His vocal cords exuded a beautiful orchestra as he sang the song you've familiarized yourself with: "You're the One".

Through your peripheral, you noticed Sam's eyes rested on you, seemingly waiting for you to turn your attention to him. You whipped your head to him with a smile.

"Do you feel any better?" You whispered as you leaned your head towards your friend.

"A bit, yeah," he let his mouth rest parted, "I'm sorry, by the way, for being a dick earlier."

You flashed a smile at him, placing your hand on the back of his. "It's okay. I know you're a little selfish with me sometimes."

He tilted his head up, exhaling a laugh before slowly returning his eyes to you. "Just don't want to lose you to my brother, that's all."

You opened your mouth to reassure him that that wouldn't happen, but he turned his hand over and held yours, speaking up before you had the chance.

"I know I won't. I just worry too much sometimes. And, and it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. It was a fucking kayak ride." He shook his head while he pressed his lips together. "I just, well, it's still hard sometimes to see you spend time with my brother and not me. It's selfish, I know - I'm well aware." He sighed, looking over to his brothers before returning to you. "I don't even know what was wrong this morning. Guess I just needed someone to blame for how I felt, and Josh was the first person to test me."

You pressed your tongue into your cheek and squeezed his hand, nodding to acknowledge his words and how he felt. You always appreciated it when he would be so vulnerable like this, and it was vital for him to know that you were listening and cared about what he had to say.

"Can I be honest with you?" You said hesitantly.

He nodded and waited for you to continue.

"Don't get upset when I say this," you warned, to which he scrunched up his face in confusion, "I think sometimes you can kind of be an asshole. Like, y'know, with me wanting to hang out with your brothers for a bit. I know how you feel - I do, I just wish you'd take a step back and realize I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be so protective over me because you think I'd stop being your friend if I spent more time with your brothers."

He tried to let the muscles in his face relax, exhaling deeply as his eyes scrunched shut. With his head tilted down, he collected his thoughts, and gave you a nod.

"Okay," was all he could say to you. You knew that was all you were going to get from him, because after all, he never liked admitting when he was in the wrong. He knew that you cared about your guy's friendship more than anything, but deep down, his gut told him a different story and that he should be cautious.

But he had no reason to be. Even if you had feelings for Josh, which you pushed deep into the back of your brain and heart, you wouldn't let that ruin your friendship with Sam. After all, he was the person that held you as you cried, the person you confided in, the person that would drop anything just to make sure you were okay.

Even when you two were in high school did it shock you how you were a main priority in his life. He usually came off to those around him as self-centered, but to his friends, he was beyond reliable. That's one of the reasons why you valued Sam so much; because even if his exterior said that he didn't care about others, it was far from the truth.

So, seeing him jealous time and time again was normal, and you grew to understand the motive behind his feelings. Even after all this time, you didn't fully grasp why he wouldn't just let some things go or be the bigger person. But, when remembering how he viewed you, it became easier to accept that that was the dynamic between you two, and it would never change. You were like his little sister, despite him being a month older than you. But he didn't consider his brothers in your extended family, it was more of if you were some sort of "long lost sister that was only related to him."

And in a strange way, it made sense. Especially considering you never saw the twins as family, but rather just as friends. But Sammy, Sammy was the brother you never had - the sibling you were never given. And that's why he was so protective over you.

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Once the fire finally died down and the night had seemed to come to an end, you all decided nonverbally to part ways and head back into the lake house.

As you brushed your teeth and got ready for bed, a few, quiet knocks tapped at your door. You probably wouldn’t have heard them if your sink was still running.

With a cocked brow, you walked over to your door, opening it and seeing Josh.

“Hey.” You titled your head to the side, looking at him quizzically.

“Hi,” he smiled at you sheepishly, “mind if I come in for a bit?”

You turned your head over to your bed, then meeting his eyes. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just not that tired. Preferred to bother you.” He nodded his head satisfactorily and pushed his way past you as he hopped onto your bed.

You huffed a laugh and returned to the sink in your bathroom as you began brushing through your hair.

"Your brothers weren't good enough options?" You huffed a laugh and flipped your hair over your shoulder once you made your way over to your bed.

He shrugged. "I get to see them all the time. You, on the other hand, not so much. Feel like we got a bit of catching up to do."

You nodded your head in agreement, sitting crisscross on the bed and facing towards the mirror. You noticed Josh fidgeting with his fingers in the mirror, keeping his head hung low and his eyes focused on his cuticles.

"Are you okay?" You turned your head to him, to which he immediately caught your gaze.

"Yeah, just a little bored. Usually just sit in my room for an hour, but I figured a little company would be nice." He gave you a single nod with a soft smile, returning his eyes to his fingers in a slow motion.

You pushed your tongue into your cheek, bouncing between asking him a question that you felt was too sensitive perhaps. Or, just flat-out stupid. But you knew Josh wasn't one to judge you or leave you feeling embarrassed for asking a question.

"Do you...do you get, or feel lonely sometimes?" You watched as he stopped picking at his nails, furrowing his brows together in thought and tilting his head up.

"Not really, no. I'm just a people person, I suppose. Although, I do like spending time by myself." He pointed at you before resuming picking at his nails. "Sometimes it sucks third or fourth wheeling on outings, but it's normal for me. I've become more comfortable with being alone." He met your eyes with a smile that told you that he was being truthful. That he didn't want you to worry about him.

"That's kind of sad." You looked at him with a frown, down turning your brows.

"I don't think so. Well, when you state it the way I just did, yeah it sounds sad," he chuckled to himself, "but I don't mind it." He gave you a reassuring smile, hesitating for a moment before he continued. "Do you?"

You laughed at the question, mainly because you could feel yourself getting uncomfortable with the height of vulnerability immediately rising. You never had an issue talking about emotions, let alone with Josh, but it wasn't something you liked thinking about.

You had your friends in college, and Sam and the twins, but that was pretty much it. Of course, family is always there, but there's some things you can't talk to family about that you can with your friends. You missed Sam more than anyone for the most part when he was gone, and it was the worst kind of feeling you'd get that rested in the pit of your stomach watching him leave Frankenmuth every time. It never got better, no matter how much time went on at an agonizingly slow pace.

And God did it hurt when Josh would leave. You'd even let your tears fall as you give them all hugs, and Josh would hold you in his arms a little longer because he knew that that's what you needed. You'd grasp onto that memory and feeling of being in his arms for as long as you could, until you couldn't remember, and it was just a distant memory that you oddly felt guilty about trying to recall, even though you shouldn't be ashamed of missing his touch.

"Sometimes, yeah. I've got a good number of friends in school, but I miss Sam a lot when he's gone." You watched as his face scrunched up. "And you and Jake, of course."

"Glad to know you don't forget about me when I'm gone." He rested his hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb up and down the bone.

You try to forget about him, but you know if you do, you'll feel worse when he comes back. You're practically guilt-ridden for missing Josh more than Sam sometimes. And that's one thing you'll never admit to anyone.

You two continued to talk about your schooling, and his upcoming tour and all the new songs they have recorded and ready to release. Watching his eyes light up as he tells you the premise of their album and what each song means to him with such passion made you realize what made you fall in love with him in the first place: how much he loves life and is beyond grateful for everything given to him. And how his eyes hold so much adoration, no matter where he looks or who he looks at. He's always wearing his heart on his sleeve and showing the next person the same appreciation as the last. It's one of the things you aspire to be like - more loving, that is.

But you don't try to let your emotions control you, especially because every time you look at Josh you just want to shove your lips on his and taste whatever stupid ChapStick he's wearing. And you've tricked yourself into believing that's selfish. Selfish because you know Sammy would be absolutely crushed that you did the one thing he told you not to do.

But you hadn't done anything wrong, at least not yet.

Then you realized why you hated talking to Josh sometimes. He brought out your emotions and easily unveiled the layers that hid your vulnerability and let them pour into his lap from your mouth. Okay, you didn't hate it, but you wished it wasn't so easy for you to open up to him. For him to make you feel like you were the only person that truly mattered.

And that was why you hated loving him. Because you couldn't. Because it was wrong. Because it was selfish of you to have feelings for someone that you shouldn't because Sammy had told you so long ago that that was the one thing, the one thing that he didn't want to happen in your friendship.

And it did, and it ate at you from the moment you woke up until you fell asleep. And sometimes, it invaded your dreams just to remind you how you should be ashamed.

And that was all you could think about when you and Josh talked. You tried keeping a bright smile on your face, nodding your head to show you were listening. But you were letting your thoughts travel through your ears instead of his words. It was the only time you didn't listen to Josh when he spoke.

"Do we have any plans for tomorrow?" You muttered as you tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

"Don't think so. Might go downtown or head to the beach at night. Jake and I just kind of decide what to do when we see each other in the morning."

"And leave Sam out of it?" You cocked your head to the side.

"He doesn't really care what we do. And, he never has any input. We always consider something if he brings it up, but he usually just tells us whatever we do is fine. Although, we are thinking about surprising him with going to one of his favorite restaurants tomorrow." He gestured with his hand as he spoke. "One of the only places in town with 'good vegan food'."

"I'd like that." You gave him a downturned smile.

"Did he convert you into a vegan?" His eyes widened, pretending to be shocked.

"That's one thing we don't have in common, Josh." You laughed at his face contorting back into a relaxed face of "relief".

"I'm glad some things don't change. Which, you didn't." He extended his pointer finger towards you.

"Is that a good thing?" You rested your hands on your knees and repositioned your body, still sitting crisscross.

"In your case, yeah. I think it is." He nodded, placing his hand on top of yours. "There hasn't been anything wrong with you to begin with." He circled the back of your hand with his thumb, holding your eyes. "Maybe not coming to any of our shows is where you went wrong."

You opened your mouth in defiance, still smiling, and Josh spoke before you had the chance.

"I'm sure you can make it up to me somehow. Like, I don't know, just a random thought, by coming on tour with us next year." He shrugged with a sly smirk, watching you as you rolled your eyes.

"I'll try, Josh. I think next year I'll finally be able to."

"Good! It's been long enough." He threw his hands up, keeping his mouth rested in a cheesy smile as you pushed his shoulder.

Josh let the laughter die down before he hopped out of your bed, letting his lips rest into a soft smile and saying goodnight. You returned the words and waited for him to close the door fully before relaxing under your covers.

You figured resting your eyes and letting your tired body sink into the mattress would lull you to sleep, but you couldn't help but wear your infamous downturned smile. It wasn't like you hadn't had conversations with Josh before, but after what seems like forever, you got to talk to him in an intimate setting again.

It wasn't easy getting one-on-one time with Josh when Sammy was around. Of course, you didn't mind it, but it wasn't a part of your usual routine that made it more exciting and made you crave the late-night talks more.

But you couldn't fight the guilty feeling of Sam sleeping in the room next to you as you and Josh talked. You were purposefully leaving him out of it to satisfy your own selfish desire of having Josh alone and fully attentive to you.

But it's not like anything was going to come from it, anyways. You would be doing the same thing for Sam had it been a better day on his end. You figured after the day he's had that leaving him alone would be best, even if you grew annoyed with the whole situation because it simply seemed childish to you.

But that was just Sam: protective over you in any way possible. Sometimes it came in handy, while other times it was just a little too intrusive. That was the only flaw in yours and his's friendship. But it was just a matter of him caring too much about you, and you shouldn't regard it as a flaw. Even if his intentions or words seemed over the top or outright dramatic, he meant well, for the most part.

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And as the week went on, the routine of Josh coming to your bedroom nightly continued. Those talks were more intimate, in a platonic way, with you both talking about your lives and everything that's happened since you've two seen each other.

A part of you felt guilty for not discussing with Sam that you two were spending time together alone, since his freakout last week. But there was nothing going on other than a simple chat or a deep conversation that you could have with Sam, so it shouldn't poke at you with guilt that you couldn't get rid of. You thought about offering once or twice to Sam to join you and Josh, but it seemed like Josh preferred it when it was just you two or preferred that Sam didn't know.

Sam did eventually apologize to Josh for overreacting during the kayak trip. It took a day for him to work up the courage, because Sam has never been good with confrontation or admitting he was wrong. But, nonetheless, the gesture was appreciated, and it wasn't spoken of again.

As the days went on, and you all indulged in different activities, you noticed that more than half of your time was preoccupied with Josh. Sure, Sam was often by your side during most of your guys' conversations during the day or by the fire, but at night, it was a different story.

You evaluated your actions and decided that maybe spending so much time with Josh wasn't the best idea, considering how easily upset Sam got over small things that occurred between you and his brother. Even when you four were in the same room would Josh brush your arm or leg or make a joke that could be intended as flirty. But you knew him better to disregard that as Josh being himself, but Sam couldn't. Sam didn't care that it was in his brother's nature to be naturally flirty, because anyone can prevent their actions. And you noticed how aggravated Sammy would get, how his ears grew bright red at the sight of Josh landing his hand on your shoulder or knee. Or his lips would tighten into a sour expression.

You just hoped he didn't notice how your cheeks would flush from the innocent touches, or how your smile would reach your eyes anytime Josh said something to you. Or how you laughed a little more at one of his jokes than the rest of the group. You did all of these things without thought, but once you saw how tense Sam grew, you would beat yourself up in your head after the fact.

Were you making it too obvious you still had feelings for Josh? Or did Sam figure out how you felt about Josh instead of being oblivious to the fact?

Whatever it was, you couldn't let it keep you up at night or pick at your brain when the room was silent, since it practically became a routinely thing of worrying. Whether or not Sam was concerned, you knew it would be in your best, and his interest to not bring it up and leave it be.

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