#but i can't really tell a client 'yeah this is just a massage so that the company gets paid more and you get a licensed massage therapist'

[running-with-kn1ves]

Fitness Trainer

A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)

Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.

TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content

And up... and down, just like that."

The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out. 

"One more, you can do one more for me."

"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache. 

"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."

He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own. 

“Do it with me now,” He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. “Push through it, baby.”

The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.

You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out. 

You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you. 

You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. You’d crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse. 

Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do. 

“I hate to say it, but you’re done for today.” 

You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath. 

Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back. 

His body, which should’ve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight ‘TRAINER’ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble. 

He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how he’s always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didn’t get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gym’s ‘premium membership’, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi “specialty.”

You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meathead’s face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.

“Feelin’ sore?” Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. “You went harder than usual today.” 

“Yeah,” You let out after a gulp of water. “Definitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe I’ll actually take you up on one of those massages.” 

You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoine’s eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin. 

“Of course-- definitely, I’d be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldn’t believe.”

Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight. 

“Wha- you mean right now? I’m all, sticky.” 

“Now’s the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort they’ve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.” 

He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadn’t expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders they’re too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades. 

“But considering you’ve pushed so hard, I don’t want to see you back here for a couple of days.” Antoine insisted.

“Awe, you want me outa here that badly?” You joked, laying your head forward as Antoine’s fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. “I see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.” 

It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing. 

Antoine shook your shoulders. 

“Don’t say that, now!” He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. “It’s not funny; I hope you don’t see me that way.”

“It’s just a joke,” You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.

“I never understand your jokes.” He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh. 

“Woah, hey,” You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers. 

“I have to get to your hips, you can’t do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day… well, you see what I mean.”

The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back. 

“O-okay.. I guess..” 

He’s not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, he’s the trainer, shouldn’t they know best? 

He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh. 

“Does that feel a little better, Mon cœur? Less pain?” He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks. 

You’re awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides. 

“Yeah… feels a lot better..” 

“You can rest your head on my shoulder, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.

The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more… audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual. 

“Just like that...” He mumbled, giving a deep hum.

With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldn’t get enough of. 

But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished. 

“Uh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really… got all the kinks out.” 

You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his “magic fingers” again. 

“Of course. And that’s just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.” He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.

Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; he’d never try something with you, his client. 

“Yeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.” You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoine’s work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. It’s gonna be hard to bend down for a while. 

Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesn’t use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing he’d just drag you back down to the floor if he did. 

“Thanks again-- I mean, I know it’s your job but--” 

“Don’t thank me; it’s always a treat to have you here, my cherie. I’d train you for free, you know!” 

You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, you’d ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasn’t cheap!

Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard part’s over. Too bad you can’t look at Antoine’s pretty face anymore, though. 

Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door. 

His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. How’d you never notice they didn’t just give these things out? 

He’d brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that you’d use it every and anywhere. 

Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got. 

His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didn’t know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you… it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear. 

 No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally? 

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower. 

Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you. 

[blueside-hobi]

I love it when my job adds specialties that we have to do but they don't explain to us what they are or how to explain to clients the difference between services

[ohthemis]

Hi! May i request a fanfic?? Where tot male leads are sick and mc is taking care of them, despite them saying they are fine and later on they starts acting clingy? Thank you so much! Stay safe :)

tot boys when they're sick

characters: all

a/n: ive been gone for centuries lol, sorry i got into a big school and underestimated the workload. finished this because i ditched my case study after a breakdown.

ARTEM WING

he just wants to work, so why won't you just let him work? "i'm fine, mc. i promise, so please, just give me some time to work in peace." he knows he's being snappy, and it isn't fair to you, who just wants to help him, but it's not like he's dying.

you come behind him and tenderly place your hands on his shoulders. "you're sick, artem. please rest?" he sighs, he's trying to understand you, after all he'd do the same for you, but he can't help the nagging feeling of annoyance pulling on his chest.

"mc, i really need you to get out of my office right now. okay?" he doesn't intend for his tone to be so sharp, so mean, but that's exactly how it comes out. you sigh and do as he says, not before giving him a soft kiss on his scalp.

artem then proceeds to go back to work, or at the very least, he tries to. he feels sick and he feels guilty. he reluctantly gets up and opens his office door, greeted by the sight of warm soup and some tea prepped up by his doorstep.

his legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he's already wrapping his arms around you on the bed. he relishes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 'it's good to be sick once in a while', he thinks.

MARIUS VON HAGEN

he playfully nudges you away, "i'm fiiiine." his voice is nasally and hoarse, and his skin is paling. you both know he's not fine. "marius, i'm serious right now. let's get you to bed." he refuses again, his hands still typing away on the laptop, despite your tugging on his sleeve.

you even go as far as to try and entice him to bed. "come on, i'll even join you." he grins at that. "tempting offer, but this needs to get done asap, mc." you sigh at his stubbornness. "marius, you look like you're at death's doorstep." but he doesn't budge.

eventually, you're left no choice but to make him some soup and resign yourself to the sofa behind him. you're tapping away on your phone when you feel it. the sofa dips beside you, and he drops his head into your lap.

"mc, my head hurts so bad. i think i'm dying." you roll your eyes but your fingers almost reflexively start to massage his forehead. "that's why i told you to get off your computer and come rest." he sighs into your stomach as your ministrations on his skin relieve him of some pain.

"mm, you're always right, mc. offer still up for the bed." you help him up on his feet. "yeah. but don't get any ideas. you're sick." he lays his head on your shoulder, "'m not that sick." he proceeds to collapse on the bed within seconds of laying down.

LUKE PEARCE

he's coughing his heart out and you're to your knees in worry for him. he, as always, assures you that it's nothing. in the morning, he tells you he was just choking on breakfast. now, he's telling you that he just swallowed wrong.

"luke, you're not fine. please just rest." you plead with him to the best of your abilities, but he refuses to budge. luke smiles at you reassuringly. "for what? just something in my throat is all." you sigh, knowing there isn't much you can do to argue with him.

he goes back to tinkering an old watch a client left for him to fix. you hear a sharp intake of breath and luke slowly turns around. you look up, and you nearly collapse yourself once you see the blood dripping from his nose, down to his shirt.

you're quickly standing next to him, panicking. luke calmly instructs you what to do, and you follow his words. your hands tremble as you tend to him, and he lets you lead him to the bedroom.

that night, he can barely sleep. he's tossing and turning, going between shivering cold and sweating hot. you spend the night kissing his tears away, brushing the damp strands of hair away from his forehead, and adjusting the ac as needed. he finally falls asleep during the early peaks of the morning, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

VYN RICHTER

vyn is a stubborn man. you should be used to it by now. there's no point in arguing with him, especially when he's dead set on something. but you wish that he'd just listen to you this once. "vyn, you aren't fine. you're sniffling and clearing your throat ever five seconds." he repeats the same thing he told you five minutes ago.

"it's just a cold, don't worry too much about it." but what kind of cold has him staggering as he walks or refusing lunch because he just has no appetite? you come over and wrap your arms around him, a frown on your face. he kisses your jaw and goes back to his papers.

you try to tug on his shoulder gently. "please? just listen to me this once. please?" he signs something, before humming. he sighs and stands up from his seat. "alright. lead the way." you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. you lay him down, and he thinks it's sweet how much you care for him.

he thinks it's sweet until he's on the brink of insanity because he feels absolutely sick and you're busy getting some medicine for him. "mc, just let me die, i need you here," he whines from the bedroom. you've heard the same thing in about 30 variations in 5 minutes.

once you get back with his pills, he practically inhales the drugs and latches onto you. he grabs you by the arm and pulls you in. "please stay," he asks, in a voice softer than you've ever heard from him. "you won't let me go anyway," you reply. he hums smugly.

[burrowbaddie]

question, next time you’re doing requests would you do a Joe with curvy/chunky cutie reader? Love your writings btw ❤️❤️

Hiii! I hope you enjoy this piece! i had fun writing it! Thank you for your request. Word Count: 6.9k

You, Joe Burrow, and the ABCs

A! Adorable.

The first time Joe laid eyes on you, he thought you were absolutely adorable. Watching you run around the Bengals workout room trying to get accustomed to your new job. Job tossed a towel over his shoulder, making his way over to you.

"You okay, newbie?"

"No. Can you tell me which level is the hydrotherapy level?" You ask, flustered.

"Three. I'll take you there." Joe smirks following you to the elevator. You shy away and press 3. Joe chuckles.

"Joe Burrow. You must be my AT since mine is on paternity leave." Joe holds out his hand, and you feel embarrassed. The truth is you are bad with faces and names. How could you not recognize Joe fucking Burrow?

"I'm sorry. It's my first day, and I'm running late. I'm sorry, Mr.Burrow." You say apologetically. Joe shakes his head.

"Call me Joe. It's fine. I'm looking forward to working together." Joe says as the elevator door opens. He puts his arm out, holding the door for you to exit first. Once you're in front of him, Joe can't help but take a glance at your ass.

"Damn." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?" You turn around.

"I said this way." Joe nods to a room around the corner. You follow him to the room. During the session, Joe makes flirtatious marks, but you brush it off, thinking he's just being nice. Let's just say you weren't the brightest when it came to things like that.

"How does that feel?" You ask, massaging his calf.

"Amazing. Likke you."

"Aww, thanks."

"We should exchange numbers."

"Right.Sorry. I'll make sure to get it before I leave. I'm on call, so just message me if you need anything. It was nice meeting you today, Joe." You reply, helping him sit up. You give him a weak smile, and Joe bites his lip. Adorable.

B! Boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Joe asks, watching you hang up your phone. You've been working with Joe for two months now, and things have been good. Joe is the nicest client you've had so far. During your internship with the Giants, you met a few assholes.

"My boyfriend. He just wanted to know when I would be back. You played well today, but I want you to rest that ankle."

"So you have a boyfriend, huh? You never talk about him." Joe says.

"There's nothing to really say. He's a great guy. We've been together since college."

"No ring?" Joe raises his eyebrow.

"Well, Joe isn't really working right now. I'm sure he would have asked me if he could afford it."

"His name is Joe?" Joe chuckles to himself. That won't do. He is the only Joe you need in your life.

"Yeah, kinda funny right? He's a big fan of yours too."

"What about you? Are you a big fan of mine?" Joe asks, making you smile. You nod your head lying because you actually don't really care for football.

"Yes. I think you're pretty awesome." You reply with a smile. Joe takes your hands into his hands.

"Back at you." He winks. You take your hand and turn away, hiding your wide smile. You make your way over to unwrap the bandage on his ankle. Joe eyes you, which only makes you a little nervous. He chuckles and leans back, watching you with dark eyes.

"How about we grab dinner together?" Joe asks. You agree because you could use something to eat. You've been working around the clock and missed out on a few meals. Joe takes you to a local diner neither of you is familiar with because you are currently in Buffalo. It was around midnight, so there weren't many options for late-night eats.

"Booth or Table?" The waitress asks, popping her gum. Before you can answer, Joe answers for a booth.

"Are you sure?" The waitress asks, eyeing you. You look away, nodding your head but groan on the inside. Booths are so uncomfortable for you. You do your best and slide into the seat, pushing the table away when Joe isn't looking. You felt a little embarrassed but too afraid to ask for a table.

"You okay?" Joe asks. You look at the menu after a quick nod. Joe pulls your menu down.

"What's wrong?"

"If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly fit into this small booth. I have too much hips, ass, and tummy." You make a joke out of the awkward situation.

"I'm sorry, darling. Let's go to a table." Joe stands, but you quickly grab his hand. The bitch of a waitress already gave you bad vibes, so it was okay to suffer instead of further embarrassing yourself.

"Are you sure?" Joe asks.

"Yeah. If you can pull the table closer to you, that will help." You whisper. Joe sits down and moves the table closer to him. You return to the menu, ignoring the thoughts tumbling around in your head. The waitress returns, and you order a short stack and bacon. Joe orders the same thing and water, handing the menus back.

"Sooo, tell me about the other Joe." Joe brings up your boyfriend again, which is a little weird, but again, you're not so bright when it comes to being hit on.

"Oh, he's the sweetest guy ever. He really keeps me grounded. During college, I used to get so stressed out when it came to class. But because of him, I graduated with a 4.0 and was top of my class. I was valedictorian in high school, so it was only right. I worked hard in college, too, right? Because of that, I was able to finish a little earlier and intern for a bit with the Giants. Joe actually helped me get that job. He knows a guy who knows a guy. That's what I mean; he is simply the best." You ramble on. Joe stopped listening when you said he was the sweetest guy. The truth is he didn't give two fucks about that, Joe. Nope, Joe just wanted to watch your plump lips move. It's been two months with you as his athletic trainer, and Joe would be lying if he said he hadn't fucked his hand to the thought of your lips alone.

"Is he your first?"

"Umm, boyfriend? Yeah." You smile, thinking about how Joe asked you out. And by the way, Joe was not asking about boyfriends, but you didn't know that.

"Cool."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" You ask, sipping your water. Joe shakes his head.

"Too busy working. I have flings." Joe leans back in the booth putting his arm on the back. You choke on your water. Of course, you've heard stories about sports guys sleeping around with groupies. Hell, Ja'Marr's trainer always tells you he has to clean up the mess after Ja'Marr wants to kick out his fling. But hearing Joe admit it makes you shocked a little. Joe didn't seem like the other players.

"Are you surprised?" He asks, laughing.

"A little. You seem nice, so I didn't expect you to engage with groupies." You whisper the last part. Joe starts laughing.

"We all have needs. Right? I'm sure you understand."

"Oh no. I wouldn't know anything about that stuff. I'm a virgin. Joe said we should wait until marriage." You glow, and Joe rolls his eyes. That piece of shit is definitely cheating on you. The food comes, and you and Joe makes small talk about the upcoming games and his workout regimen. He pays, and you guys get an Uber back to the hotel. You invite Joe into your room because he insisted the night was young and you guys should watch a movie.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" You ask. Joe tells you to go ahead, and he will watch tv. You go to your room and undress. Joe sits in the living room until he hears the shower start. He takes his chance and sneaks into your bedroom. His eyes land on precisely what he was searching for; your underwear, sitting neatly on the night clothes you picked out. He picks them up and slips them into his pocket. You get out of the shower and dry off, entering the bedroom.

"Where's my underwear?" You ask yourself, searching through the clothes. You shake it off and settle on shorts and a T-shirt. Maybe you forgot to pick some out. When you walk back into the living room, Joe is laughing at an episode of Spongebob. You take a seat on the opposite end and start watching along. Joe motions for you to move closer.

"I'm not going to bite." He laughs as you scoot down. You giggle and turn your focus to the tv. After two more episodes, you tell him you need to call it a night because you guys need to board the plane in a few hours. And when you guys touch down in Ohio again, you introduce Joe to Joe.

"It's like so cool to finally meet you." Your boyfriend beams. Joe shakes his hand.

"Thanks," Joe replies dryly. You hand Joe a lemonade and your boyfriend some water.

"It's freshly made." You tell Joe. Joe takes a sip.

"Oh, that's good."

"I'm the only one who likes it. Joe hates lemonade."

"I don't hate it. I just hate the way you make it." Your boyfriend replies. You excuse yourself to finish making finger sandwiches. Joe went on, and on about never being at your house, so he invited him over a day after returning home. Joe makes fake conversation with your boyfriend, all while his mind is stuck on you. You were currently wearing an ankle-length skirt with a slit on the side going all the way up your left side til about mid-thigh.

"So I made something you guys can snack on, but I have to meet my sister for a bit in two hours." You say, putting the tray down. Joe licks his lips, watching you bend down and sneaking a peek at your cleavage. It goes unnoticed by your boyfriend because he watches Joe Burrow highlights on tv. They talk some more while you do laundry, and then you find it—a pair of pink panties size small. You stop folding clothes and walk into the living room, staring at your boyfriend, laughing with Joe.

C! Cheating

Your boyfriend was cheating. There's no other way around it. You confronted him that day in front of Joe without a care in the world. Your boyfriend denied it being from his side piece, stating that his sister stayed over the weekend you were gone and must have mixed it with his stuff. And you believed him. Joe was stunned. There was no way that was his sister's underwear. What absolute bullshit. This guy was a complete loser, and one way or another, Joe would take you away from him.

Joe continued to fist his dick into the panties he stole from you weeks ago. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and picturing you riding him. Joe came into the panties and threw his head back. Right on cue, your name flashed across his phone. Joe stood up, pulling his shorts up and washing his hand before returning your call.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but I think I have to call off for the weekend."

"What's wrong?" Joe asks with concern. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"My cat has to be put down."

"Aww darling, I'm sorry. Take all the time you need. If you need anything, let me know." Joe hangs up. He lets you rest for the weekend, but he stops by your place Sunday before the game only to be greeted by Joe. Your boyfriend invites him in and chats him up.

"Be honest with me. Guy to Guy. You're cheating on her, right?" Joe asks, laughing. Your boyfriend smirks.

"She's super bright but just doesn't do it for me. I only started dating her, so she would do my homework back when we were in school, and I stayed because she's smart. Why can't guys be the stay at the home partner? So, I've been seeing my ex for a year now. We reconnected. Sex is mindblowing. I'm sure you get it." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe nods his head. Yeah, he gets it. Your Joe was a lazy loser—all the more reason to snatch you up.

"So no sex with-"

"Hell no. I told her I wanted to wait until marriage bullshit, and she's been holding on to that since. She doesn't put out, you know? So, of course, I need my needs met somewhere else." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe joins and stands up, letting him know he needs to get to the arena. The next week you're pretty quiet around Joe. He pokes your cheek, and you look at him with a smile.

"You've been off. What's up?"

"Do you think Joe is cheating on me?"

"Does he have a sister?" He asks.

"He does, but I've never met his family s-"

"What? You've been together like six years."

"He said he doesn't get along with them."

"He's cheating on you. As your guy friend, I'm letting you know the signs are there." Joe says as you finish wrapping his ankle. You sigh.

"Maybe I can talk things out with him. It must have been a mistake."

"Darling, he's a loser. If I'm being honest with you. You deserve someone better."

"There's no one better than Joe. He's my first boyfriend. I've had other guys interested in me growing up, of course, but something about Joe is perfect."

"So cheat on him back," Joe replies hoping down from the table. He walks away, grabbing his gear. You let the thought stay in your head all game. And after the game, Joe tells you he will give you a ride home because your boyfriend said something came up. You want to ask him what he meant by cheating on his back. You're a virgin; you couldn't think about going all the way with a stranger.

"What should I do? Cheating is bad. I don't think I could do it with a stranger."

"It doesn't have to be a stranger." Joe turns his body so he is facing you.

"Then who?" You ask, entirely clueless. Joe thinks you're adorable. He leans in close to your face and kisses your lips. You don't pull back frozen with uncertainty.

"It's okay," Joe whispers. You part your lips, letting Joe's tongue slide in and explore your mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint mixed with his strawberry chapstick. You clench your walls as the kiss intensifies. Joe's hand reaches down toward your thighs and squeezes at the soft, plump skin. You moan into his mouth, and he smiles. Joe pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the both of you. You turn your head, shying away from him. Joe licks his lips, tasting your Chocolate Fenty lipgloss.

"I want you to cum." Joe states.

"Come where?"

Joe looks off as if he's looking at a camera and smirks. Innocent.

"Where do you want me to come?" You ask again, confused. My face and fingers, Joe thinks to himself.

"To my place."

"I can't. I should go. Joe is waiting." You rush out of the car, slamming the door, trying to keep your heart from pounding out of your chest. You get home to find your boyfriend cheating with his ex. You're both cheaters.

D! Distraction.

You need a distraction, but you have no off days. At work, you can barely concentrate, and you've been avoiding Joe working with other players. Finally, Joe corners you in the locker room. He pulls you into the sauna.

"I'm sorry about the kiss. If you felt, I overstepped, I'm-"

"Joe is cheating on me. I caught him with his ex that night. What should I do?"

Joe pulls you into a much-needed hug.

"Use me." Joe lifts your chin so you stare up at him.

"But what if Joe finds out?" You pout. Joe leans down, kissing your lips.

"He won't, I promise."

Again you let Joe's kisses swarm your head. Joe backs you into the bench, and you fall back sitting down. Joe leans down, connecting the kiss again. Joe pulls away and takes his shirt off. You've seen Joe shirtless plenty of times due to the nature of your job, but right now, it sent an unknown tingling sensation down your body to your core. Joe locks the door and turns the sauna on. He kneels between your legs, pulling your shorts down.

"What are you doing?" You whisper, getting nervous.

"I'm going to make you feel good. I promise." Joe slips your panties off next, putting them in his pocket for later. With ease, Joe separates your legs, setting them on his shoulders. Your mind goes blank when he puts his lips on your pussy.

"Oh gosh. Joe." You moan, grabbing his hair while Joe sloppy sucks at your clit. A strangled moan falls from your lips as Joe slides his tongue into your cunt. The feeling sends you into a euphoric state. You've never experienced something like it.

"Joe! I think something--Oh god!" You squeal, gushing on his tongue. Joe cleans you up by licking every drop. He stands up, laughing.

"That was amazing."

He leans down, kissing your lips.

"Come over to my place tonight, and I'll show you more." He whispers.

E! Education.

Yeah, you've got the brains and beauty parts down, but when it came to socializing, you were as plain as they come. And Joe was happy to teach you things about your beautiful body.

Your eyes crossed as Joe continued to finger fuck you in the back of the bus. His husky breath whispers sweet little nothings to you, sending your hips thrusting on their own. It was insane what could be done in the back of the bus. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your sounds quiet. The Bengals defeated the Giants, and Joe needed his victory snack; you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching every time Joe would drag his fingers out and push them back in. Thank goodness everyone was either sleeping or listening to headphones.

"Slow. Slow." You whisper, but Joe just smiles.

"You have to let it happen, baby."

Your thighs tremble, and you feel an orgasm slip through your body. Joe drags his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, sucking your juices off. You fix your skirt and hide your face. When you get to the hotel, you go straight to your room for a nice shower. Joe calls you on Facetime to see what you're wearing; he then coaches you through playing with yourself while he jerks off. Over the last few weeks, you've had these little secret sessions with Joe, and it's been the most exciting part of your life.

Two days later, you come home to find your boyfriend on the couch. He sits up, ready to make his 100th apology.

"Honey, she meant nothing. I messed up. You know I love you. Look.: He says, pulling a ring box out. Your eyes start to water.

"Oh, Joe."

"Let's make up and try again."

You nod your head and accept his ring. The following day at practice, Joe looks at the ring on your finger. He rolls his eyes when you tell him you have to end whatever you have going on with him.

"He's not serious." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?"

"He cheated on you with his ex-girlfriend. Do you really think it was a one-time thing and mistake?" Joe asks. The blank stare on your face tells Joe you believe your boyfriend.

"Joe messed up, but he asked me to marry him, so everything is okay."

"Right. I need to get back in. See you later." Joe puts his helmet on and walks off. You stand there confused but brush it off. Maybe Joe is having a bad day.

F! Frustrated

You have frustrated Joe to the point of no return. He's been sleeping with a cheerleader, but she is nothing compared to you. Joe can't go down on her without thinking about you. Without thinking about you wrapping your thick thighs around his head while he devours you. Or the gasps and little whimpers you let out when he finger fucks you. Nope. No one can compare.

G! Gorgeous

Joe thinks you look absolutely gorgeous at the annual Bengals charity event. You're wearing a beautiful red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a slit going up the side. Joe holds himself back from moaning at the sight of you. The only thinking stopping him is the fact your boyfriend is with you.

"Joe, you're going to bet on me, right?" Chloe, the head cheerleader, asks, wrapping her arm around Joe's. Joe takes a sip of his water, nodding his head. It's for charity, so he doesn't have a choice. When it's time to raffle off the women for a date with the highest bidder, Joe raises his hand once for Chloe.

"Wow, everyone wants a date with Miss Bengal herself. She has earned the highest bid tonight at 15,000 to Mr.Greg. Anyone want to go higher?" The announcer asks. Chloe loses to Joe, and he shakes his head. Ja'MArr starts laughing. Joe snickers and stops seeing you take your place on the stage. The announcer introduces you, and a few people bid, and it stops at 10,000.

"25!" Joe shouts. You look in the crowd spotting him with his number held up.

"25,000 going once twice, and it goes to Joe Burrow. We appreciate the bid, Mr.Burrow." The guy says. Joe makes his way over to help you down the stage.

"You didn't have to bid that much on me. It's not like anyone would have gone higher than 10k."

"It's charity. If I give my money, it will be for the best prize."

Your boyfriend makes his way over.

"You didn't have to make such a high bid. She's not worth 25k." Your boyfriend laughs. You're mortified and look away.

"Yeah, she's priceless for sure." Joe winks at you. Your boyfriend nods his head and leaves you alone.

"So, about that date?" Joe asks.

"What would you like to do?"

"You," Joe replies without missing a beat. You look around, making sure no one is in earshot. You grab Joe's hand and take him to a secluded area.

"Joe. I appreciate you being a distraction, but I'm an engaged woman now. Me and Joe are starting over. So you can't make comments like that." You whisper, looking away from his blue eyes. Joe nods his head and tells you he understands. But he's lying. There's no way in hell he would let Joe number two win.

H! Heart.

It took Joe some time to realize what he actually wanted from you. When he first met you, he thought sex with you was exactly what he wanted. You were attractive, intelligent, and so caring that it might be a flaw. Your boyfriend took advantage of your kindness and innocence. He didn't deserve you at all. Maybe Joe didn't either, but he liked to believe he did. As the season closed, Joe distanced himself from you, hoping whatever feelings he harbored for you would die out. But it doesn't work like that. It only may things harder for Joe, and he started taking his frustrations out on random people.

"You've been in a shitty mood," Ja'Marr said one day. Joe looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired. Sorry." He mumbled.

"You and big mama fighting?" Ja'Marr asked.

"Don't fucking call her that."

"Hey, she told me it was okay," Ja'Marr said in defense. Joe relaxed. The thought of you made his stomach flip. You walked over, handing Ja'Marr some water. Ja'Marr mumbled something along the lines of you should talk.

"Did you need to tell me something?" You asked him. Joe shook his head. When you turned to walk away, Joe grabbed your wrist.

"It was great having you this season. Maybe they will bring you on as a regular." Joe scratched the back of his neck while avoiding looking into your face. You take his hands in your own.

"Thank you. They offered me a five-year contract."

"That's great. Having you around-"

"I can't take it. We became involved with each other. It's against the rules of the contract."

Joe laughed until his stomach started to hurt. You looked at him with a confused expression. Joe bends down, kissing your head.

"We never went further than oral, so I think you're in the clear, plus you're engaged, remember?"

"About that…..I, ummm, left Joe after the charity event, which was three months ago, so yeah."

"Wow. For good?" He asked.

"Yes. You were right about him. He's a loser. I deserve better." You wore a proud look which only made Joe want to hold you.

"You should take the job. Because you enjoy working with us. What we had, I promise not to-"

"I heart you." You mumbled. Joe's eyes soften at your confession.

"I heart you too."

"So that's why I can't take the job." You sighed as Joe pulled you into a hug. Joe told you that he would handle it. There's no way he would let his heart stray away.

I! Irreplaceable.

Joe had to bargain with the team manager about letting you stay. It was a long annoying process, but they finally broke. The only agreement was that you couldn't be Joe's trainer again, which was okay because the old trainer was done with paternity leave. You were irreplaceable to the team, but especially to Joe.

J! Joe Burrow's

"This is your girlfriend?" Mr.Burrow asked. Joe nodded, pulling you closer to him. You became a little nervous.

"Oh, she is absolutely gorgeous." His mother beams, pulling you into a hug.

"Very lucky guy. I hear you had been taking care of my knucklehead last season." Mr. Burrow pulls you into a hug next.

"Yeah. I did. He was a little difficult." You joke as Joe pulls you back to him, pouting. You meet various family members during the cookout; they're all so inviting and sweet. Joe refuses to leave your side. You guys have gone semi-public, and you had to get used to being called Joe Burrow's girlfriend. After the news came out, your ex blew up your phone, accusing you of cheating on him. He even showed up at your apartment one night yelling at you. When you told Joe, he was ready to kick his door down, but you talked him down….aka gave him the sloppiest head. That's all thanks to Joe for even teaching you such a technique. The next time your ex showed up at your apartment, Joe answered the door in only shorts.

"Uhh. I need to talk to her."

"Leave her alone. This is my last time telling you that. You're a loser. Maybe now you can get a job and stop being a lazy leech." Joe slams the door and returns to the bedroom. You're still lying in the position Joe left you, handcuffed to the bed and legs spread open for him. When Joe took your virginity, he was so careful with you. Making sure you felt good, making sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he allowed himself to cum. You loved how tenderly he treated your body. But now that you were seasoned during the lovemaking, Joe's true nature came out. He was very much a freak in the sheets.

"Joe? Who was at the door." You call out, unable to see because of Joe's tie around your eyes.

"Your loser ex." Joe chuckles, taking his place between your legs. He starts rubbing your thighs.

"Oh gosh. He won't stop calling me or showing up. I'm sorry." You pout. Joe doesn't respond, which excites you with anticipation. Without another word, Joe was inside of you. You twist and pull at the restraints, biting on your lip so hard it draws blood.

"Feels so good." You cry out. Joe lifts your right leg to get a better angle. You moan and cry, feeling Joe hit your spot over and over. And when it's over, Joe kisses you all over and wipes you down. You lay your head on his chest as he massages your leg.

"Joe Burrow's girlfriend." You giggle to yourself. You didn't care what anyone else had to say about your relationship. You didn't care about who the world thought Joe should be dating. Your size didn't matter to you or Joe. Because you were his, and he was yours.

K! Kind

Joe is always so kind and patient with you and your needs. He always makes sure you're in good spirits. He snaps at anyone who even thinks about taking your kindness for granted. That included your shitty mother. Her comments about watching your weight never got to you before, but now that you're public dating, it feels like 1000 of your mother is constantly watching you. Joe kisses on your neck as you guys wait in line for the Ferris wheel. Yeah, you've become that PDA couple. Joe loved showing you off to the world. You were perfect in his eyes. When it's your turn to get in the ride, you climb in first and Joe behind you. He sits across from you, leaning back and smiling. You cover your face because he always looks at you with so much love in his eyes. And when you guys get to the top of the wheel, fireworks go off, and Joe says it.

"I love you, baby. I love you for your beautiful mind and kind heart. I hope what we have carries on into the next life." He leans into you to kiss your lips, but you're crying.

"I love you too." You cry.

L! Love

"I love you." You scream as Joe pounds into you from behind. He gives your ass a hard smack and watches it jiggle. A year ago, he had no idea he would be this deep into you—Literally and figuratively.

M! Move

You moved in with Joe and adopted a kitty together. Joe was currently sleeping with the kitten on his chest. You took a photo and posted it on your story. Joe could be so cute sometimes.

N! Nasty

Joe was indeed nasty. But the good nasty. He would fuck you any and everywhere he could get you. The locker room, the team plane bathroom (You joined the mile-high club because of him), and the back of the car. It didn't matter to Joe; if he wanted you, he knew how to seduce you effortlessly. And you wanted it just as bad as him. Joe held you up against the wall as he fucked into you. You barely entered the hotel room before your dress was ripped and your panties thrown.

"I'm heavy put-put- down." You cry out. Joe laughs against your ear.

"Baby, you know exactly how much I can bench. Be quiet." He sucks your earlobe and carries you to the bed to demolish you for the night. At some point, your ex called. Joe answered.

"Asshole is calling; hold on." He said, putting on speaking and putting the phone by your head which was buried in the pillow.

"Hel-Hello?" Your ex asked.

"Speak," Joe shouted over the clapping of his hips against your cheeks.

"Where is she? I wanted to umm-"

"Fuck Joe. Pull out." You cry, reaching back to stop his hips. Your legs felt like they were going to give out under you. You freeze when you hear your name being called by your ex. You can't believe Joe answered the call.

"She's busy. I'll have her call you back, Joseph." Joe says, laughing and hanging up. Your boyfriend was 100% nasty.

O! Oh, My God!

"Oh my god!" You scream, looking at the ring. It's your dream ring, and Joe is on his knee asking for your hand in marriage. Two years. You spent six long years with your ex, and he never even thought of marriage, but Joe asked you two years after dating. The truth is he wanted to ask you the night he said I love you but chickened out.

"Soooo, don't keep us in suspense, Mama!" Ja'Marr shouts. You nod your head as tears stream down your face. The team cheers, and Joe lifts you. Oh, My God, you're getting married!

P! Pretty

"Pretty." Your mother says, watching you twirl in the wedding dress. You had to go dress shopping, and it was taking everything in you to invite her. You don't hate your mother but don't have a buddy relationship with her. Ever since Joe stood up for you, she's been trying to get on your good side. Your best friend starts tearing up.

"You look so pretty. This has to be the one. Do you feel it?" You look at yourself in the mirror. You do. This is the dress you want. Say yes to the dress.

Q! Quiver

"I want to put a baby in you so bad," Joe whispers into your ear while giving you deep strokes. Sweat glistens on your forehead from the "exercise" you're supposed to provide Joe with. Your body quivers, feeling Joe drag his cock out and push it back in.

"You want me to give you a baby?" Joe asks. Your mouth hangs open with silent praise as drool trickles down your chin. You were drunk. Drunk on Joe. Drunk on his cock. Drunk on this feeling. Love drunk. You nod your head, unable to give words because Joe is making you feel so good. Your body trembles and quivers some more before cumming again.

R! Relationship

Your relationship with Joe has been something out of the movies. You never thought you could fall in love with someone so charming. He makes you feel like you are the only person that matters in the world. The relationship with Joe can only be defined by love.

S! Special

Joe makes you feel special with his words but, most notably, his actions.

T! Tears

The first fight you have with Joe brings you to tears. The fight was hardly something to be yelling about, but you had been grumpy, and with Joe being hyper-focused on the season and not helping with the wedding, it pissed you off. You were stressed about everything, and all you wanted was help.

"That's why we hired a wedding planner!"

"All I'm asking is for a little help! How fucking hard can it be to reply when I text you about OUR wedding."

"Calm down. It's not that serious."

"It's not that serious. I have dreamed about getting married since I was a little girl. I want our day to be special, and you treat it like some secondary thing. It should be the most important thing in your life!"

"Winning another championship is the most important thing in my life right now," Joe shouts back. You both fall silent. Joe rubs his forehead, realizing what he said. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you tell him to get out.

"Bab-"

"Out. Go fucking sleep on the field for all I care but get out!"

Joe grabs his keys and slams the door. You break down, trying to calm your nerves, but you can't. You feel defeated. You walk into the bathroom and pull out the positive pregnancy stick.

U! Uterus

Yeah, your uterus is occupied. Joe came home the following day to find you sleeping in bed. He woke you up to apologize. You held onto him for a long time, and it broke his heart that you guys fought.

"Pregnant." You whisper.

"What was that?"

"I'm pregnant, Joe. It's why I'm angry all the time and moody. We have to change everything around. We can't get married while I'm pregnant. The way things are going, I will give birth on the wedding day."

"Hey, hey. Okay. So we move things around. We push back the wedding. I promise we will make this work. I love you." He kisses your forehead, and you believe. Joe has never lied to you before.

V! Violet

"She is so beautiful." Joe's mother coos over her brand-new granddaughter, Violet. You take a deep breath and lay back on the bed. It's been four weeks since you gave birth to your daugh, and it has been an uphill battle. Joe has been on the road, but his mother stayed with you 24/7 to help when he would leave. Joe is currently playing in the Superbowl, but you couldn't bother to watch. Your spirit has been down, and you don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. After feeding Violet, you lay her down for a nap and decide to take a bath. You stay in the bathtub until the water is cold. You felt numb. You can hear the family cheering downstairs. Joe must have won. Good for him. You sink under the water and stay there until his mother pulls you up. She wraps a towel around you as you begin to cry.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart. It's going to get easier. I know it will." She rubs your back. After you dress and dry off, you stare at the ceiling as your one-month-old starts crying. You don't make a move to console her. You can't. Joe's mother comes in and takes her away, letting you rest. You wake up to soft kisses on your forehead but don't open your eyes.

"She's been sleeping for a while. I'm worried about her, Joe." His mother whispers.

"I'm home now for a while, so I'll take care of her," Joe replies. And he does. He keeps you company. He listens to you rant. He takes care of Violet while you recover. And when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, you run for it. Joe is a breath of fresh air. Your daughter is everything you've ever wanted. Your little family is perfect. Joe watches you play peek-a-boo with Violet.

W! Wedding

A year later, you walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Burrow. Joe's vows sent you and a good chunk of the guest into a sobbing fit. You hated that he went before you because you could barely get yours out. And from that day forward, you truly lived your happily ever after.

X! X-Ray

"You are my air. I'm honored to be standing here right now, taking this step with you. I knew from day one that you and I would be standing here. Adorable. That's the first word that popped into my head when you entered that locker room. At the time, you had a Boyfriend, and I was okay with being the side guy if I had to. Cheating is a sin, I get it, but I was willing to be that guy." Joe holds your hands, and the crowd chuckles. He stares back at you, giving his full attention to you.

"You said I became a good Distraction from your life, but you were my focus. You taught me so much about love and myself. Thank you for that Education. It was Frustrating at times because I wanted you real bad. But here we are now, you standing before me, looking Gorgeous. You have my Heart because you are my Heart. You're Irreplaceable. And not because you're Joe Burrow's girl, because you're you. Kind and Loving. Making this Move with you seems like the easiest thing I've ever had to do. I'm trying my best to keep things PG. I definitely want to say something Nasty." Joe says, whispering nasty so only you can hear it. You wipe your eyes, trying to keep the tears back. Several people have already started crying.

"I know everyone is thinking, OMG, can he hurry up? But I can't. I know I get to confess my love for her every day, but this moment right here should last forever. But Pretty girl, forever isn't long enough for me. It makes me Quiver with excitement knowing that you took this journey with me. This Relationship that we have is so important to me. So Special. I don't want to see those Tears." Joe jokes, trying to wipe your eyes.

"You're my best friend, lover, and mother of my child. Hi Violet." Joe shouts out your one-year-old, who waves at her daddy excitedly.

"I hope this Wedding turned out to be everything you dreamed of. Thank you for letting me be a part of your dream because you are my dream. Thank you for being my X-Ray and seeing through me. Knowing and caring for me always. I love you from A-Z…Alwayz" Joe emphasizes the s as a Z, and you break down crying with everyone else.

Z! Zachary

"Violet and Zachary, if you guys don't stop running in the house, you will not be going to Daddy's game." You shout at your three and two-year-olds. You rub your belly, trying to prepare their lunch before you have to be at the arena with Ja'Marr. Your son runs into the kitchen, all giggling.

"Mom, I want a sister," Violet says, grabbing her shoes.

"I can't control what I'm having, sweetie. We will find out Monday." You reply as your husband makes his way into the kitchen. He picks up Zach and tosses him in the air before doing the same to Violet and finally kissing your lips.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too forever and Alwayz," Joe replies.

The ABC concept was so much fun. As soon as I saw this request, I was like, what if it's like the ABCs of why Joe loves you! But then it developed into this. I hope the person who requested this likes it. Thank you so much again! I'm still taking requests, but remember I'm also writing a series ( Fallin All In You!) so it takes quite some time to sit and write! Likes Reblogs and comments are appreciated like so much you don't even know! I love reading the comments. hehe

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Good Touch

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A very stressed out Van comes into your salon for a massage so you help him to relax in the best possible way… I wrote this just after the Cardiff 2022 gig got cancelled 😭 // Just pure self-indulgent smut because I fancy this man so bad I have no other excuse lol sorry 😂

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"I'm so glad we're nearly done for the day, I can't wait to get home. Thank god I've not got any more clients."

Your colleague and salon receptionist Naomi looks up as you push through the door after heading back from a much needed coffee break. A small frown creases her forehead.

"Actually Y/N, you do have another client. He was a late booker from this morning. Haven't you seen it in the diary?"

"No..." Your heart sinks as she slides the appointment book towards you across the counter, squinting at Naomi's practically indecipherable scrawl. "Mr... what? Mr McCarr? McCaw? Don't recognise the name. He's not a regular then..."

Great, you sigh to yourself. A brand new client last thing on a Friday. These days your diary is full of satisfied repeat bookers and you've got to know all of them well during your time at the salon. It's almost like you can forget you're working at times, you just switch on the relaxing music and chat to them whilst you massage away their tension knots and usually their worries too. It's often soothing even for you, but this week has been long and exhausting and the thought of making polite conversation with a total stranger for a whole session when you're ready to go home is totally draining.

Well... let's just hope he's one of the quiet ones who just wants to lie there and zone out.

"It's actually McCann... excuse my terrible writing!" Naomi laughs. "But yeah he's new. He came in grumbling about his manager ordering him to come for a session. He's had some shit go down at work or something... I don't know. He was pretty vague, mumbling like he really didn't wanna be here."

You look quickly towards the treatment room door which is thankfully shut. "He's already here?"

"Uh-huh," Naomi nods, scrunching up her face. "He looks like shit... really stressed out... like maybe he's not slept for a month." She grins mischievously. "Shame really as I reckon he'd be proper fit normally!"

"Naomi!" You exclaim in a hushed whisper, stepping over in alarm. "For Christ's sake keep your voice down!"

Naomi just shrugs, unfazed, tapping her manicured fingernails on the counter. "He won't hear, the door's shut. Chill out! Anyway, enjoy... he's booked in for a full body massage!"

Her eyebrows shoot up suggestively at the final few words, but you don't partake in her smutty behaviour. You've always prided yourself on your professionalism. You'll just go in and do your job... work your magic... in forty-five minutes you'll have another satisfied customer.

You take a deep breath and open the door...

You should have realised. You should have put two and two together, but why would you? Okay... McCann isn't exactly a common name, but the thought of having a real-life, living, breathing, famous rockstar casually dropping into your salon is the last thing you'd expect on a Friday afternoon.

But sure enough there he is, larger than life and a hundred times more handsome than his videos on YouTube, perched on the edge of the treatment bed wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black boxers. Very tight-fitting actually, you note, quickly wrenching your eyes upwards to meet his sparkling blue gaze and his awkward looking slightly crooked smile.

"Alright love?" He greets you in that familiar tone that you've grown to love by watching every interview of his that you've scoured the internet for.

You're flustered even though you tell yourself that you shouldn't be. In your line of work you deal with clients in various states of undress all day, every day. It's just that they're not normally Van McCann, singer of your favourite band. The very same band who've just brutally broken your heart and put a serious dint in your finances by pulling out of a stadium gig you'd been set to attend only weeks away. You'd been devastated and frustrated, not to mention fuming about the band's lack of communication with their loyal and dedicated fanbase, but all of a sudden those feelings of resentment take a backseat to your utter shock at having this most elusive of your idols sitting there before you, eyes glowing with a subtle kind of amusement at your stunned expression.

"Oh... errr sorry... wasn't I supposed to get my kit off yet?"

"Yes... yes... of course!" You blurt, checking yourself when you realise you sound overly eager, making out you're clearing your throat so you can take a moment to compose yourself, forcing your inner fangirl back into hiding. "I mean, sure. I can't massage you fully dressed now, can I?"

Van nods but his smile slips as you step forward to retrieve a towel off the bale on the wall, and now you're a little closer you can see what Naomi was talking about. The skin under his eyes looks dark-tinged and puffy, his skin sallow under the lighting. He sighs under his breath as he gets to his feet. "Might as well get this over and done with then."

His comment makes you bristle slightly but you recall Naomi's earlier comment and you take the chance to explore his lack of enthusiasm. "Oh, my colleague mentioned something about your manager making you come? You don't sound too thrilled about it. Most people love coming for a treatment. It's therapeutic you know."

"Yeah well... I don't need therapy," he says quickly, his voice tight and defensive. You've obviously hit a nerve. You hadn't realised that you'd stepped back, recoiling, but Van notices. He looks immediately embarrassed, offering an apologetic smile, pushing a hand through his hair as he talks.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap... it's just... errr... it's just I've really been going through it at the moment. Things have been... difficult... really difficult." His eyes dart around the room before they meet yours again. "You could say pretty much everything I touch is falling apart these days."

You're full of intrigue, literally bursting with curiosity to find out the reason behind the band's demise, but he's made no reference to show that he  knows that you're aware of who he is. In fact you think he probably suspects you don't and he's relieved about that. Despite your desperation to find out the band's fate you really can't probe him. You don't want to scare him off, but you also don't want to treat an unwilling client. It just doesn't feel right.

"Look... I'm really sorry to hear that, but I probably shouldn't treat you if you don't want to be here..."

Van cuts you off, looking contrite. "It's not that I don't want to be here, really. Please don't take offence. It's just that I don't know how a bloody massage is supposed to miraculously cure all of my problems, that's all."

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, and you smile back, holding out the towel to him which he accepts.

"I'm sure it won't... but it will relax you, I can promise you that. You can just lie back and close your eyes and check out of real life for a little while. C'mon, why don't you just try it? You might like it. Let me take care of you for a bit."

Oh... you hadn't meant it to come out quite like that, so intimate-sounding. You feel your cheeks begin to warm as his grin widens.

"Well, if ya put it like that how can I resist? I'm sure I'll be in very capable hands! Now... how do you want me... on the bed?"

His last line's said innocently enough but there's an underlying cheekiness simmering just below that gorgeous smile that makes your belly flip. You bite back the smirk that's threatening to surface along with a very inappropriate smutty comment, trying to restore the composed and professional demeanour that you usually display with your clients.

"Yeah, just lie down right here." You look down quickly to hide your flushed cheeks, patting the soft sheet draped over the bed. "If you start off lying on your front then I can do your back, and then you can turn over." You pause, mentally bracing yourself before you say the next line, but ending up blurting it out in a tumble of rushed words. "You can... umm... take everything off if you like... you don't have to but some clients prefer it that way. It's completely up to you though. You can use the towel to cover yourself if you do."

Fuck... your cheeks are on fire now, your pulse starting to race. The room suddenly feels like a furnace as you watch Van quickly hook his fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers without hesitation, starting to inch them down his slim hips.

"Oh... I'll step out and give you some privacy!" You exclaim, hurriedly whirling around to avert your eyes at the realisation that he means to completely strip off right there and then in front of you.

"Not a problem," comes his relaxed voice from behind you. "I'm not shy."

A giggle of pure embarrassment bubbles up inside and you bite down on your lip to stem it, trying to control your pounding heart. You need to pull yourself together and fast. In a moment you've got to turn around and deliver a relaxing and professional massage but all you can think of is getting your hands on his naked body for all the improper reasons.

"Just let me know when you're ready!" You say brightly, stepping forward to peruse the massage oils, deciding on a blend of patchouli and sandalwood. You tap the small speaker on the shelf and a wave of soft, soothing meditative music fills the small room. Scented candles are already lit to give the room a calming ambience.

"Ready... I'm all yours!" You hear him call back.

Yes... yes you are, you smile to yourself as you move over to dim the lights before finally turning around.

He's laid out on the bed on his front as instructed and for the first time you can get a good look at him uninhibited. His wiry body is lean but taut, his skin pale save for the slight flush where he's obviously caught the sun on the tops of his arms and around his neck. The tiny towel that you gave him is draped temptingly over his pert little ass and you curse yourself for not giving him an even smaller one.

"How are you feeling? Are you comfortable enough?" You ask, tipping some of the oil into the palm of your hand and warming it between your fingers, coating them in the fragrant liquid.

"Uh-huh I'm good... yeah I'm all good," he replies, shifting slightly where he lays and bringing his arms up to fold across the end of the table. He lays his head sideways against his crossed arms. You have a clear view of his face from here and you can see that his eyes are shut. "I've never had a massage before... I don't really know what to expect."

"Just relax," you tell him. "That's all you need to do. Just leave the rest to me."

You step forward until you're inches away from the table, looking down on him. You can hardly believe that this man who's dwelled in your fantasies up until this moment is lying here in front of you, naked as the day he was born, completely at your mercy. Tingles of excitement are sparking through you and again you have to take a moment to compose yourself, surreptitiously shaking out the tension from your fingers which are trembling slightly.

You start by placing your palms on either side of his spine just below his neck, trailing your hands down to his lower back, then up again, this time moving in circles, firmly smoothing his flesh as you go. He lets out a small sigh and you feel him sink down further into the bed.

"That feels nice already," he murmurs. "Think maybe I am gonna enjoy this after all."

Not as much as I'm going to enjoy it, you muse to yourself, smiling as your fingers nudge the towel aside to smooth over the top of the contours of his ass, thumbs pressing into the small of his back.

"I'm only just getting started," you say. "I can feel a lot of tension in your muscles, so I'm going to have to be thorough."

His only reply is a soft "mmmm" which sounds far more sensual to your ears than it probably should. Your mind wanders, imagining him flipping over and pulling you down on top of him, hitching up your dress whilst you straddle him and grind shamelessly against him.

You try to clear your mind, moving upwards again and using your fingers to caress the muscles across the tops of his shoulders, working out the knots of tension as you go. His skin is soft and smooth, more so than you would have imagined, and the way your oil-soaked hands glide across his flesh is arousing you beyond belief.  His body glistens in the candlelight. Maybe this was a bad idea. You can feel your professionalism ebbing away as you bring your hands down to focus on his slender waist, not making a move to replace the towel when it slips to the side, exposing his bum.

Van doesn't seem to notice or maybe he does but he just doesn't care. He has a blissed-out expression on his face, his eyes screwed shut and his lips slightly parted, a small crease adorning his brow as he lets out a sound that's halfway between a whimper and a sigh.

"You have no idea how good that feels... really. You're some kind of goddess, I'm sure of it."

His words fan the flames that are already simmering inside of you and you can feel the ache grow between your thighs as you shift your position to move down to his legs.

"Oh, I don't know about that," you reply, laughing softly. "My clients always seem to go away happy though."

"I don't doubt it.... mmmm... god that's so good... ohhh..."

There he goes again. Christ... those little moans that he's making are not helping matters. If he's this expressive just from a basic massage how would he react if you showed him your real talents? You push the thought away, reaching for more oil before you begin on his legs, wrapping your fingers around his calves as you massage your way up, spreading your hands wide as they slide up his thighs.

"F... uck," he groans, low and drawn out and you see him push his pelvis into the bed as your fingers trail dangerously close to the sensitive area between his parted thighs. Now you're certain that you're not the only one getting turned on, but it's hardly surprising, with each stroke you're pushing the boundaries of decency, edging closer and closer to forbidden territory. His arms move from their relaxed position so he can grip the edges of the bed and you smile to yourself as you feel his body stiffen.

There are strict rules of conduct for masseuses in your salon and you're breaking every single one. If your manager could see you now you'd be facing a disciplinary at the very least, or at worst you'd be fired. That doesn't stop you though, your fingers kneading teasingly at a spot that makes him visibly shiver until you feel the muscles in his thighs clench up tight under your touch.

"Are you still feeling okay?" You ask, finally moving your hands away, wiping the excess oil on the towel before you gently drape it back over his bum.

"Yeah... yeah I'm all good," he answers, but his choked up voice would suggest otherwise. Maybe you're going too far. Your salon prides itself on offering the most soothing treatments, leaving clients feeling calm and relaxed, not wound up tight like a spring, gripping the treatment bed like their lives depend on it.

"Are you sure? I know my massages can be pretty... intense."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "Intense? That's one way to describe it! Think maybe I'm... errr... enjoying it a little too much."

You can't help the grin which stretches wide on your lips at his words which are like music to your ears, a green light to continue in your endeavours to make him feel good. You've never really considered your ability to make a person's body react to your whim a talent before, more like a gift. So what's wrong with bestowing a gift of your own on someone else every once in a while? He so obviously needs it.

"It's time to turn over now," you tell him, grasping the edge of the towel to lift it, allowing it to screen him as he moves.

"Al... already?" He stutters, uncertainty in his voice as he shifts. "I... errr... umm... okay then."

He rolls on to his side and you train your eyes on the far wall as he does to allow him his privacy, only looking back down to replace the towel when he's settled on to his back.

Oh...

All of a sudden the source of his hesitancy is abundantly clear as you see the the towel tenting slightly over his cock. You have to fight hard to suppress the self-satisfied smirk you can feel trying to surface, quickly looking away, your eyes meeting Van's in an awkward moment of understanding.

He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks tinged an adorable shade of rosy pink and you fleetingly consider acknowledging the situation you've both found yourselves in, but you decide against it, opting to just carry on instead.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn to reach for more oil then you step to the head of the bed, looking down on him. He blinks up at you, stunning pale greeny-blue eyes framed with thick, long lashes. You're certain you're not imagining the wordless exchange that you can feel taking place, a tender kind of lustfulness that his imploring expression conveys. He wants this. You know he does.

You place your hands on either side of his neck, letting them trail down to his collar bones and then outwards across his chest before drawing them back and repeating the movements over and over. You can feel his heartbeat thundering under your fingertips at each pass, his chest rising and falling deeply.

"You okay?" You check in on him and he nods, eyes swirling with intensity.

"Uh-huh..." he breathes out, then he clears his throat. "You're pretty incredible at this, you know that?"

You smile, soaking in the praise, wondering if he thinks every client of yours gets this extra special attention that he's receiving, wondering if he cares?

"It's working then, is it?" You grin.

Van laughs and you can feel it vibrate through his chest under your palms. "Put it this way, I'm not exactly thinking about my problems right now!"

"Good... that's good... that's the aim."

You step back around to the side of the bed so you can reach further, moving your hands down over his abdomen, letting your fingers slip under the edge of the towel and trail down the V of his hips. He lets out a shaky exhale and you glance up to see his eyes fluttering shut, his mouth slightly agape. He looks divine lying there, his oiled skin shimmering in the flicker of the dim candlelight, the temptation to pull away the towel so strong that you find your fingers twitching with longing. That's just a step too far though. Teasing is one thing but giving one of your clients a sneaky hand-job is another entirely. Besides, just because he's turned on it doesn't mean he's giving you consent to relieve his tensions in such a sensual way. He'd definitely have to ask... or maybe even beg...

Fuck... you wonder what that would sound like falling from those full pink lips of his, the same lips that are currently being pulled in between his teeth to stifle a groan. You coax it from him anyway as your hands move down to grip his thighs, pushing them slightly apart as you knead at the sensitive flesh. The towel rises up even further in response and now you know you've really crossed the line. Van's gripping the edges of the bed tightly, his breathing coming heavy and ragged. His hips press upwards as if to chase your touch as your fingers wrap around the top of his thigh under the towel, the backs of them just barely grazing his balls as you move away.

"I think we'd better finish there for today," you say hurriedly, watching carefully for his reaction, pleased when his eyes flick open with a look of dismay. "That's if you've... umm... had enough?"

He pauses for a moment, his brow furrowed in a hopeful kind of eagerness. "You mean there's more... if I want it?"

"Yes," you say with no absolutely hesitance, boldly meeting his needy gaze, gauging his reaction whilst you try to formulate your next words in your head. "I mean I think we both know that there's more than one way to relax somebody... a more unconventional way to relieve that obvious tension if you like."

You try not to think of Naomi innocently sitting outside at the reception desk filing her nails whilst you're in here propositioning a client in the most sordid kind of way. Despite her earlier teasing you just know that she'd be horrified by your actions. You start to fret that maybe you've made a mistake, but then Van speaks, and your worries melt away in an instant.

"I want it... I really want it... please."

In a deft motion he tugs at the towel and it falls away on to the bed, exposing him completely. As expected he's gloriously hard, his cock just as delectable as the rest of him, thick and rigid with a flushed tip, just begging for your attention. You waste no time in wrapping your fingers hungrily around his girth, swiping your thumb over the sensitive head.

"Shit," he mutters. "I can't believe this is happening."

He hoists his body upwards, propping himself on his elbows, craning his neck to watch as you begin to caress him, taking your time, sliding your oil-slicked fingers slowly and deliberately up and down his length.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you murmur, the shock and excitement of what you're doing hitting you as he lets out a throaty groan and you worry that Naomi might hear.

"No... don't stop," he gasps breathlessly. "Please don't ever stop. It's so good... mmm."

His eyes flick between yours and his cock, dark and heavy-lidded, strands of his hair fallen forward on to his face which is creased in pleasure. You don't think you've ever witnessed a sexier sight, the obvious enjoyment etched on his face, his hips pistoning upwards needily as he fucks himself into your hand.

You pick up your pace, gripping him firmly, flicking your wrist over the head at each stroke, loving the way he writhes under your touch. His jagged panted breaths mingling with his choked groans and the obscenely wet sounds of your slick hand moving over his length seem to bounce off the walls of the small room making everything seem more intense.

"Keep going," he groans pleadingly. "Please... just like that... ahh fuck."

You're torn between wanting to stretch this out and wanting to drive him to his peak, the sinful noises he's making travelling down to your own core, soaking your panties through. You move to cup his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them, satisfied when he grits his teeth and lets out a particularly primal sounding groan.

"I can't hold on... I'm gonna come... fuck, fuck... FU-CK..." he hisses, thrusting into your hand, his whole body spasming. You watch him, transfixed as his jaw falls slack and his eyes glaze over as the swells of his climax peak and he comes, hard, milky splatters of cum painting his belly and spilling out over your knuckles.

You tug him a few more times until you've milked every last drop out of his orgasm and he's shuddering under your touch, his head hanging forward, muttering incoherently under his breath.

You release your grip on him, reaching for the towel and perching on the side of the bed, waiting for his reaction as you clean off your fingers, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Holy fucking shit," he finally murmurs, raising his head, his blue eyes meeting yours, full of wonder and shock and an awe-like reverence that makes your breath catch in your throat. "I know I'm brand new to this whole massage thing but I'm guessing that's not how it usually goes down?"

He accepts the towel from your outstretched hand as you offer him an awkward smile, the enormity of what you've just done hitting you now. "I can promise you I've never done that before. I... I don't know what came over me... sorry."

"Sorry?" He echoes quickly, his eyes bulging in disbelief. "Please don't apologise! That was..." he pauses, shaking his head, searching for the right words. "That was probably one of the hottest experiences of my life! Really... I mean it!"

A deep scarlet flush washes over you. "I hardly think so..."

"Trust me, it was," he cuts in, his eyes bright, a kind of youthful sparkle in them that looks good on him. "My only regret is I didn't even ask you your name... you know... before..."

He stops, chucking warmly, dabbing at the sticky mess on his belly before he drapes the towel over his lap and swings his legs around so he's sitting next to you on the bed.

"It's Y/N," you say, quietly.

"Van," he offers, holding out a hand to you in a greeting gesture, laughing when you accept it. Then you're laughing too at the absurdity of the belated formalities now when you've already shared an intimate moment together.

"Note to self," he grins up at you as you break away and get to your feet. "Make sure you're on first-name terms with a girl before you accept her offer of a hand-job!"

"Oh my god!" You giggle, cheeks glowing, huge grin splitting your face in two as you raise up a hand to your face, embarrassment flooding you now.

"I... errr... suppose I'd... errr... better give you some privacy now... you know, to get dressed." You start to back away, glancing down as you start to turn, feeling awkward now the heat of the moment has dissipated and it's painfully obvious the two of you are nothing more than strangers thrown together under a happy coincidence.

"Hold up... wait... Y/N..."

Van's voice comes urgently, stopping you in your tracks. You spin around, coming to face him, looking at him expectantly, surprised to see an awkward hesitance about him. He's still naked save for the small towel he's holding which is barely covering his modesty and you battle with yourself to keep a straight face.

"On my way in I saw this little coffee shop just across the road. I don't suppose you'd like to go and grab a drink with me would ya... if ya not busy that is? I figured you probably got off work soon?"

His voice rises up hopefully and your stomach flips with excitement but you try not to let it show, keeping your inner fangirl in check who's bursting to start doing a celebration dance at this dazzling turn of events.

"Yeah," you nod, returning Van's warm grin with one of your own. "Yeah... I'd really like that."

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Twenty-one:Faithful

*flashback*

Let's do the things we say in text

**texting**

Today was my last day of work for a week ... idk what ima do with the free time.

You need to relax Fr maybe go get a massage or something

That sounds good ... might take the time to get my hair braided and my nails done again

Yeah all that sounds good baby... you need to take sometime I know all this stuff with me has been crazy

I wouldn't change it though ... I've only gotten a few questions at the office and they weren't bad it's just with clients... I need the news to blow over

Nah I get it .... What you doing?👀

Waiting for you to call or something 😂😂 I've already settled in I'll probably have some food delivered for the night

Mmmmm I can't wait to talk to you on the phone ... you was getting spicy last night

Spicy how?😂😂

You know what you said talking about you liked being choked ... crazy ass

That's not how the conversation went Jayson

Oh tell me then🧐😂

Wellll you were talking about that tweet and all I said was she didn't explain if she enjoyed the choking ... because some people do

And then what I say? I asked if you did

And I said probably ... that didn't mean yes

It means you do but you don't wanna tell me you do... whatever I'll find out real soon... can't wait until you start telling me you wet just thinking about me... you know I already can tell when you're horny

And how on earth can you do that?

I wish I would give you my secrets

Lol okay man you trippin

I'm not ... you like talking about sex with me cause you don't know how it feels yet... I could be the best you ever had and you don't know it yet cause you haven't had the pleasure

Do you think you will be?

I know I will be ... cause I already know you like the back of my hand

So what makes me cum?

My mouth when I get it on you

😳😳

Stop playing with me cause I'm not playing with you ... you're wet now btw

Jayson you get on my nerves 😂😂

But am I wrong though? Cause I know Im not

What if i'm not playing?

Mmmmm I guess we'll just have to wait and see... when you bringing your sexy ass back up here

When I get a proper invitation

Well.... Be on the look out for that ... I gotta go I'll call you this afternoon ... relax

😂😂 of course I will talk to you later Bae

Ttyl

*6:00 pm

"I miss you ... come see me while you free"

YN had taken a week of pto to truly relax. She was becoming a little overwhelmed with all the blogs knowing her she had traffic on her Instagram now more than ever and WAGS the blog site was watching her heavily liking and then unliking her posts just to make sure she saw them even commenting sometimes mostly when it had to do with Jayson. She wish she could could go back to their first date .... It was warm it was soft she missed him.... Badly.

It had been a month since Melo swore to leave her alone.... For the most part he had left her Alone except the occasional reaction to her story.

"I got your flowers bae ... they're beautiful" she said smiling extra hard at the screen "so you read my card? You coming?" "So when we were talking earlier... you had already had them sent?" "As soon as you told me you had a week off I was determined to get you up here" "We haven't really done a sleep over yet...." "I been waiting on it to be honest it's been a month and a half" "funny how time flies .... When you're having fun" he laughed "yeah but ... it'll be more fun when you bring your ass .... So can you for me?" "Of course like I said I was just waiting for the invitation"

"damn I should've said something last week" "yeah you should have..." "come tonight?" "Find me a ticket Jay" "fuck a ticket I'll get a private" "no... I will be fine on a commercial flight bae ... it's still too early for big gestures" "I just want you to ride comfortably" "I be comfortable in first class.... Plussss getting your staff and all that first plus a plane .... I'm trying to see you sooner than later it's just a like two hours bae" "you right ... can you be ready for the flight at 9? They have a first class seat available" "what time is it..." "6:45... pack for the week" "um yeah I can make that" "you sure?" "Mhmmmm" "well get ready I'm sending the ticket and all that to your phone" "you gotta get off the phone first I don't want you to see what I'm packing" she smiles

"mmm.... You finally ready to do the things we say over text?" YN laughed "I like when you haven't seen my outfits Jay I get real reactions" "well... I just sent the stuff ima plan some stuff while you packing ... see you soon" "you picking me up from the airport?" "Yeah of course" she smiled "yay okay... well see you soon Bae" "bye baby girl" she hangs up

Maybe during this trip they can finally have sex. One thing about it is if they weren't long distance she would've gave it up weeks ago.... Shit maybe after the second week. She knew it was getting harder to contain herself because their conversations have naturally started getting sexual... like pass the flirting. He wanted to know what she like and didn't like before he even touched her. Their conversations never truly stopped even when it went sexual it wasn't awkward... it made her ready for all of it. She didn't wanna assume he was great but it was hard not to.

*getting off the plane*

After she walked down the stairs off the plane and down the long aisles she got to her luggage searching for an exit standing outside the cool night air hit her skin it felt good to smell fresh air. The plane ride was nice enough but it was 11:30 and she was hungry. Soon enough she saw Jayson rolling in smiling ear to ear.

He parked the car even though he wasn't supposed to grabbing her luggage and placing it in the car.

"Hey baby... I know you tired of me saying I miss you .... But I missed you" he said kissing her lips and then her forehead. "Well now you don't have too" she smiled when he opens her door letting her and then getting back in the driver seats pulling off roughly. She blushed cause he kept looking at her

"Pay attention to the road Jayson" his hand rested on her thigh"how you even more beautiful in person .... That shit crazy" "you look good too... but if we wanna keep looking this way ... you gotta focus on the road" she laughed "that was a good one I'll give you that.... How was the flight?" "quick... I'm honestly a little sleepy now" "did you eat?" "No not dinner" "you wanna get something quick? So you can settle in?" She smiled "yes ... what's near your house?" "Nothing really .... Probably like a Burger King or Wendy's ... chick fil a closed ummm Arby's?" "Wendy's is fine ... I can go for a frosty" "okay bet" he grabs her hand "you eating too?" "Yeah ima get something ...you staying all week?"

"Mhm... self care days" "in that case ... I'm taking care of you all week" "in what ways?" "All— Hmm? What ways you want me to take care of you?" He started to answer but then stopped himself when he registered how she was talking to him. "I was just asking bae" "HA... I'm not convinced" "well ... what can I do to convince you?" She smirked "well shit ... I don't know I gotta look in your eyes and see innocence" they get stopped at a red light so she smiles "look now" he glances over at her staring deeply in her eyes "nah that look is sinster" she laughed "no that's how you want me looking at you" "yeah that's true... and you doing it right now" she smiled "what that mean?" "I guess you'll just have to chill and figure it out" "mmmmmm do I have a choice?" "Always baby" she laughed

"it feels good to be here with you ... I wish we could always be like this" "I was talking to my mama earlier and I just noticed how much I love you.... It's crazy" "love huh?" "Yeah love ... it's like you had made the moment you said my name in the club or when I watched you devour the hamburger ... I don't know it just happened so fast but I'm glad" "me too... I never fell for anyone so damn fast... the fact I let you lock me down the first date... mmmm crazy" she smiled "that was bold of me to ask.... But I felt the vibe" "yeah... cause it was definitely mutual"

"So what about this vibe now?" She smiled "we stay on the same wave length ... I just um I'm nervous ... if I'm being honest" "okay we'll talk more ... when we get back to my place..." she smiled "you like ... Amazing a lil bit you know that?" "Yeah I do ... but I'm wondering what made you say that" "I just love how everything can be a conversation with you... like I truly don't even have to go into detail I just tell you I'm uncomfortable and you're ready to step in and help ... I love that" "well good bae... but you do that same shit.... You don't realize how much better I've been sleeping since you told me those little tricks" she smiled "bae that's small" "nah it's big.... Sleep is hella important and I wasn't getting it ... until you" she smiled completely speechless as he pulled into the drive thru

she laughed slightly when he already knew her order down to the drink and what flavor frosty she wanted. Once he got the bag he passed it to her she immediately started eating the fries.

"Oooou these were fresh ... so hot" "let me taste" she grabs a French fry placing it in his mouth watching him chew she bit her lip ... how was everything he did really that sexy

*time skip

Before she walked out of the bathroom she opened the door already speaking. "Jayson?" "Yeah?" He laughed "you said I should be comfortable right? Do everything I normally do?" "Yes Wussup?" "Well ... you have plans for us tomorrow and I want my hair to be cute so I have something in it" "I seen you with a scarf , a bonnet, hair wild, hair in twists, Bantu knots... all on FaceTime Why would I get weird now?" "cause I'm here" "girl get yo ass out here... cause now I'm curious" she laughed "no jokes?" "Can't promise that.... But let me see"

She walked out of the bathroom. He smiled "you so damn extra" he shook his head. "It's cute?" "You always cute now come here so we can talk and you can go to sleep cause I know you tired" she sauntered to the bed leaning over to kiss his lips and then straddle him. He rubs her ass

"We clearly both want sex .... But I want you to be ready for me... like comfortable" he says looking in her eyes "I am comfortable... I just want it to not feel .... Forced. We've been talking a lot and I've enjoyed hearing the many things you wanna do to me once I'm ready but I need it to be spontaneous" "I get that... I'm just saying it's been moments were I wanted you but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable so I didn't act on it" she kisses his lips "well this is my way of telling you next time you're in the mood .... And I'm in the mood ... go for it" he smiled

"mhm I got you .... A whole lotta foreplay and teasing" "why?" " cause I know you like it" she grinds on him slowly. "I talk too much" she says softly on his lips "why you say that?" "Because I told you I like it... I should've let you figure it out" "I would have ... quick" he kisses her lips "anymore talk in you sir?" She yawns he smiles "nah I'm good ... you good?" "I'm great let go to sleep" "you sleeping on top of me?" "No" she laughed laying down beside him "you could have if you wanted too" "no Jaysonnnnnnnn I sleep wild" "okay then goodnight" "goodnight" he reaches and turns the light off

*next morning

She woke up to him fumbling around the room. "What time is it?" She moaned looking around confused "sorry bae I gotta go to practice I wasn't trying to turn on the light so you could stay sleep" "ohh okay" he kisses her forehead "I'm kinda running late so I'll see you when I get back okay? I should be back by the time you wake up" "okay baby I love you" "I love you too" he rushes out of the room she sighs when she hears his car start and he pulls off.

It was still dark outside so instead of looking at the time she just rolled back over dozing off. When she woke up again it was 8 o clock so after sitting for a while she got up using the bathroom and brushing her teeth. She was hoping Jayson would already be back when she was awake cause being in this big house by herself scared her. She turns her music up high and then steps into the shower taking a quick one after moisturizing her body she slides her robe on and then takes the hair pieces out of her hair.

The curl didn't look how she wanted she wanted a big wand curl and this was wavy at best .... It just looks heat damaged she thought. She tried to find a way to fix it but then decided she would just wear her hair half up and half down as she was finishing up Jayson walks in. "Your music loud baby... Goodmorning" he kisses her forehead as she turns it down a little bit "you like my hair" "I do" "I don't believe you" "why not?" "Cause I don't like it" she laughs "well I don't have to lie to you ... we have two different minds and I think you look cute" "not sexy?" "You're always sexy" "but you said cute .... Like adorable" "so what?" "I wanted to be.... Sexy... I want you to wanna fuck me" "like I said you're always sexy" she takes the hair tie out of her hair fluffing it out  "how was practice" "your hair could be all over your head and you would still be sexy to me ... you know that?" She smiled "I was genuinely asking bae.... Not just switching the subject" "it was great.... I was rushing home to you though" "well I'm glad you did ... it was getting lonely in here" "come here" she walks over to him and he holds her close.

"I got food for us downstairs .... Then I gotta run some errands... you wanna come?" She smiled "yes I would love too" "alright let's eat" "kiss me first" he kisses her slowly. "Can we watch movies tonight? Instead of finding somewhere to go" "whatever you want it's your world" she smiled "that's what I love to hear" "tomorrow night we going somewhere though so already be prepared" "okay daddy"

" now that's what I like to hear" he smacks her ass telling her to come on.

"Jayson ....  Stop before you be eating something else... deadass" he backs her against the wall "you know you don't mean that" he kisses her slowly making her moan "I am being sooo serious" "it's some good food downstairs though" he smiles " well let's go bae"

He lets her in front of himself to walk towards the kitchen she couldn't see him but she felt him ... watching her dissecting the way she walked and talked to him without turning back to look at his face. He couldn't wait to hear her moans bouncing off the walls.

Once they made it into the kitchen she grabbed two paper plates. "You know when you said we had food downstairs I assumed you grabbed some on the way in" "no the chef brought it  here you know she cooks every other day" "no I didn't I didn't even know she was a she" YN laughs placing his food on his plate as he sat down. She walks it over to him and then fixes her own plate.

"Oh well she's been here for years" "nice can't wait to meet her... cause this looks amazing" "can I get some water to please baby?" "Mhm" she grabbed two bottles and her plate and sat down. "So what you have in mind tonight?" "Just movies....? It didn't matter which ones" "ohhh okay thought you had something in mind" "no... do you?"  "Something... funny nothing to soft" " but I'm soft" "That's why I said that" He laughs "you know what they just put back on Netflix?" "What?" "This Christmas" "let's watch that bae" "That's my movie Fr" "shiddd mine too what else we watching"

"mean girls.... I need you to see it" " I don't know bout that" "I do" she smiled "I don't" "ima guest I get what I want ... right?" "Right.... For now" "just now?" "You a brat you eventually always get your way ... I like to put up a fight though" he kisses her lips making her smile "your brat though?" She never moves her lips "Who's brat would you be?... yes mine" she slightly pulls away "I'm all yours" she stares in his eyes "straight up I know"

After breakfast Jayson takes a nap while YN goes down to the gym working out for a solid hour and then she came up to take a shower. He was just waking up. "You good?" He asks she smiles "yes you don't have to entertain me every second ... I know you're still working so I hope you enjoyed your nap" "I did ... I dreamed my girlfriend was finally here with me for a long period of time..." "sounds like reality to me" he laughed "what you about to do?" "Head to the shower and then I'll be ready for you" "alright enjoy your shower bae" she smiles walking off

***time skip

He decided they should go grocery shopping for some snacks and whatever else she might have wanted while she was with him. Grocery shopping felt like a date to her ... she was learning alot about how they both shop. The same items they get but different brands. How something's she splurges on but he wouldn't for himself and vice versa. But at the end of the day they made it through it he placed the bags in the trunk and put the cart up.

"You didn't even get stopped... I liked that" she glances at him as he starts the car up. "Yeah I gotta know when to go.... Right now it's nothing but old people in the store" she laughed "old people don't know you?" "I mean some do... but they also respect privacy .... The same cashiers are there when I go so they've got a autograph or picture already so it's no need to fan out when you see this person every week part of asking your favorite celebrity for a picture is because you've seen them through a screen the whole time and you have no clue when and if you'll see them again" he reaches for the back of her seat to back up he focuses "that all really makes sense.... Perfectly said" he smiles "but?" "How you know it was a but?" "By your voice ... so but?" She laughed "but I hope I can add some spontaneity in your life I hate that you have to be so schedule oriented"

"if I'm not on schedule something suffers ... you know that because it would mainly be you" "mhm I do know I'm just saying with little things like switching up your food or something else idk I just wanna be a splash of color in your life"

**** back at home on the couch

The conversation had been pretty intense for the last ten minutes she truly want to know if she annoyed him cause if she didn't he didn't truly know her yet. She was asking everything in the book to get her answer.

"Do you see my flirting as teasing? Or playful?" She stared deeply at him looking for a sign to make sure he was telling the truth ... before he even said anything. "Nah it's normal ... to flirt we been flirting since we met ... why should it stop?" "I know but you had said something after you invited me here... and I guess that's why I was overthinking the situation"

"what I say?" "Am I ready to do the things we say on text?" "That in no way means we only gonna be fucking when you get here... or you have to do everything you said you would right now... it just means when ever you decide to I'll be here wanting it waiting" "so when I get horny and I tell you..." "I like that too ... I like the conversations about me fingering you or eating your pussy .... I like all of that" she twisted in her seat as her breath increased "me too ... a lot"

"you want me to finger you now? No strings attached" "Jayson you do not have too" " I just wanna try it and I clearly got you worked up from how I'm talking...it's up to you though" she bites her lip ... it's be a great way to start "where you want me?" "On my lap ... like we talked about" she stood up dropping her robe. "Damn you sexy" "thank you baby... facing you?"

"Nah put your back to my stomach" she listens getting comfortable. At first he turns her head just kissing her repeatedly then she starts to feel his hand move up her thighs slowly he travels to her panties tracing the outside of them but never entering. He continued kissing her until she grinds against his hand. "Please?" "Hm??" "Touch me ... please" he moves her panties to the side ... still teasing her for a while but then slowly sliding his fingers inside her "damn... you always this wet for me?" he had no clue she would really be this wet "'mmmmm"

Her legs spread wider and wider. As his fingers dive deeper in her and his other hand was busy keeping her close by wrapping around her neck as he kissed it. "You just drip for me... first time I'm touching you and .....just listen" "please pleaseeee don't stop.... Yes yes yessss"

she squirmed he was touching all the right places at the right time asserting his dominance. "Fuck Jayyyyy" she whined her hand rests on top of his as he rubs her clit slowly. "Hm?" "You're about to make me.... Cum I —- I'm so close" "good ... do it then" his fingers went into overdrive on her clit and then entered her once again. "I really had no plan for this .... But I wanted to feel you .... And you look so sexy with this black lace on... how you make your panties hug your curves like that? Almost like they were specially made for you? Everything you do is just amazing" she gasped as she released over his hand.

"Right there right thereee please don't stopppp" she bits her lip "Oooou damn that was sexy" he places his same fingers in her mouth causing her to immediately suck them softly. "Your mouth feels perfect you know that?.... Just damn" he slowly takes them out and they both sit there wondering what was next. She stands up because she felt awkward that's the last thing she expected to happen and it went down like a movie ... the build up and intensity is always crazy. She stared at him nothing but his sweatpants on. She looked at his body hair that trailed from his chest to his stomach and the very intense look he had on his face because above all he needed to know how she was feeling.... She could see him poking right through his pants she could go and slide down on him with no issue.

"Tell me how you feeling don't just leave me in the dark... I crossed a line?" "You're my boyfriend no" "so what that mean?" "I liked it a lot" "and you wanna chill out?" "Yes... I stood up to get some clothes I— um I ... didn't say much because I'm still ... trying to process" "that's okay just go ahead and get what you want from upstairs and then when you come back we can talk and I won't touch you until you touch me... okay?" "Okay"

She walks off he watched her ass praying for strength because he knew she wanted him. She knew she wanted him.... So why was she almost scared to have sex? It's because it meant more she really liked him and loved him they were in a relationship she hadn't had sex since Melo and sex with a Melo made her see the moon and all the stars... could Jayson match that? Or do better? That's why she was nervous she needed Jayson to be amazing her sex drive was way too high for him not to be good. He was too sexy to not be good at sex.... And she just wanted him badly ... she didn't wanna tease but she had a hard time trusting herself. She grabbed one of his oversized hoodies walking back down the stairs sitting beside him.

"So I was thinking ....if you get uncomfortable let me know and tell me what you need " he says "okay baby" she smiles she could tell he wanted and needed to be a safe space for her "keep eye contact with me.... Did you like when I touched you?" " I liked it a lot ... the way you held me ... and talked to me.... I was relaxed" "you felt ... protected?" "Yes" " ask me something" " I could feel you ... while I was on top of you... are you just gonna stay hard?" He laughed "it'll go down ... I'm good" "it's not uncomfortable?" "Im just ... chillin ... my turn" "yes" "what makes you nervous about me?... we're serious already so why do I make you nervous" " a lot of things but above all ... I need you to enjoy me I wanna be synced I want it to be Amazing for the both of us because this relationship... is great" "when you put your hand on top of mine while I was fingering you... Is it cause I wasn't in the right spot?" "No I just wanted to contribute... did it make you uncomfortable?" "No... that whole thing was for you though so don't worry about me"

she bit her lip "you didn't like what I just said.... Where did I fuck up?" She laughed "even when I'm just giving you head I'll get pleasure from giving you pleasure so even though you're doing something to strictly make me feel good ... I need you to enjoy it" "and I did but that's the key me doing it brings the pleasure already so you don't have to be worried about what I liked and didn't it was about you"  "understood ... anything else mr.Tatum or can we start our movies?" "Nah ... I guess I'm good" "you guess or you know? I need an exact answer" she smiles staring in his eyes making him smile too. "I'm good YN" "can I come closer?" He laughed pulling her body right next to her grabbing a throw blanket placing it on her legs. She rested her head in his lap. He leans down kissing her lips he rested his hand on her thigh. "You ready?" " yes press play please"

As the movie went on she couldn't help but think about him ... inside of her. What would be the sexiest way to take control? ... pull his dick out? Sit up quickly and start kissing him? She wondered how she could take the action quickly.

He was into the movie but kept glancing at her cause he could tell her mind was racing because of the faces she was making and she wasn't laughing at the parts that she usually laugh at. And then finally they made eye contact and she sits up slowly staring in his eyes he closes the gap between their lips. She smiles inside when she felt his tongue go inside her mouth

It was the look in her eyes that made him wanna kiss her. The movie was good but she was better her soft moans let him know she wanted more "I'm taking you to the room" "mmm there's no time" she kisses his lips again straddling him. She grinds slowly . She could feel him getting harder all she could think was this was finally happening. She kept trying to slide his pants off but he moved her hands. The make out session was intense. He pulls away slowly sucking her bottom lip

"fuck" he says softly he grabs her tightly picking her up. "Mmm Jayson I want it now " "it's always time .... What you in a rush for?" And it was at that moment she relaxed

With Melo she always felt the need to rush because his girlfriend would be texting or calling or showing up.... Jayson was hers and she loved it but she wouldn't dare ruin this moment by bringing up Melo.

"I don't know" she stares in his eyes and he sees the realization all over her face. "Well don't rush with me ... stay in the moment... can you do that?" She smiles "yes" "good" when they got to the bedroom he was careful with her. Gently putting her on the bed and slowly taking her clothes off. She couldn't help but feel all over his body she was craving him it was a hunger and desire that she couldn't explain she just wanted him badly.

She was breathing heavy and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. He kisses her slowly spreading her legs. She could feel him she wondered if he would just slide in or was he teasing like had planned to do all along. She felt his thumb rub in between her folds "oh gosh" "hmm?" He began kissing down her body

"ugh" she said softly moving her hips "you don't want me to do this?" "Of course I do... your lips just feel so good on my body" he smiled he teased as long as possible and then she felt his tongue in between her folds she gasped. "Damn" he moans pulling her closer. Her hips began to move up and down.

"Stop moving baby" "Jayson..." "hmmm? I'm eating it slow baby... I need to go slower?" he kisses her in the same spot over and over. Her legs continued to shake. "Jayson baby don't stop what you're doing... it feels so good" "then baby can you keep your legs open for me" He opens her legs wide holding them down. "Yesss" she replaces his hands "keep your legs still too" "mmmm" he slides two fingers inside of her. "Damnn baby you so wet" when he sucked her clit she thought she might actually go insane.

One of her hands went to his head pulling him in closer. "Oh Jayson please" his fingers went into over drive as his mouth continued he moaned pulling her closer. She shivers and finally cums for him. "Mmmm mmmm mmm" all he could do was moan as she released all over his face. "Yes yes yessss" he pulls away slowly kissing up her body.

"You need to ask me ... if you can cum.... You didn't do it just now or earlier " he says on her lips she pulls him in closer to kiss him. "You hear me?" "Yes I hear you" he slides inside her "you understand me?" "Ohhhhh my gosh ... you're so big" he smiled "you understand me?" "Mhm daddy I understand" "so if you don't do it next time you'll be in trouble" something he remembers from their previous conversations.... She liked to feel dominated if she felt like she had even the slightest bit of control it would turn her off ... so right down to her orgasm he choose when she lets go. He loved being the dominant one he was that way with everyone why should she be any different. He like the fact that he had to earn it cause he's 100% sure if he wasn't doing it right then she wouldn't submit at all.

he moved his hips slowly. "I'll ask... I promise" she kisses him again "You feel so fucking good... you know that?" "Mhmm... you make me feel good" he grabs her hips going deeper. The eye contact made this even crazier for her. He moved slowly but his thrust were so powerful and deep it almost sent her over edge. He went slowly on purpose he had to be different from every other person she had ever been with. She squeezes him pulling him in further "faster" she moans he listens as he continues to kiss her neck he grabs her face.

"You're so beautiful ...." Her eyes closed "mmm baby look at me" " I —-" "you what?" His hips move faster and his thumb begins to rub her clit. "Right there baby pleaseeee" "open your eyes" Her eyes flutter open he places his other thumb in her mouth.

" I wanna cum" "That's how you ask?" "Please?" He smiled laughing slightly "huh?" "Jayson please.... I'm about to ...Uhhh" "you can't hold it no more?" Her legs began shaking harder "no baby ..... it feels so goooooooood" "look at me ... cum for me" "mmmmmm yes yes yessssss" "ooooou you feel so damn good ... you hear this Pussy?" "Jayson baby please" her body shakes more intensely

"please what?" "I don't know I don't know.... I just" he kisses her lips again her eyes start to water "you wanna cum for me again?" "Nooooo" "hmmm you want me to stop?" "No sir ... please don't stop" "so you do wanna cum for me again?" "Yesssss" "why you say no?" Her legs continued to shake. "Hmmm? Answer me baby" her back arched as her tears fell this felt so amazing and they were both so in the moment that it was just too much for her to handle but she was gonna make sure she handled it

"don't cum without asking" "I—-" "what I say baby?" "Can I cum please sir... please can I?" She whined "Mhmmm with your sexy ass... cum for me" she releases while moaning his name "damn you sound so sexy baby... it still feel good? I pushed you to far?" " no baby but let me ... on top" he keeps kissing her "babyyy" she whined he grabs her hips holding her tightly flipping them over so she could be on top.

She smiles "you listened?" "why wouldn't I?.... I need you to enjoy this just as much as me" she gradually began moving her hips "I really love you baby" he grabs her ass helping her bounce. "You feel so good"

"... dick is so big" She says softly "can't ride my dick if you wanna be quiet" he holds her up moving his hips up and down "oh fuck oh fuck oh damnnnn Jaysonnnn" "that's what I wanna hear when you riding this dick ... you hear me?" "yes yesss mmmmm" he places her down on him letting her take over again he slaps her ass

"thank you baby" "you like it?" She smiled she could feel herself getting closer and he was close too "yes... I love it don't stop pleaseee I can feel you throbbing" "I know you wanna be in control but..." he grabs her hips again placing her on his face "oh fuck Jayson ...." She tries to move away "ride my face baby..." he pushes her back on to his mouth her hips moved against his tongue as he slurped every juice of hers that would leak out of her

"oh gosh it's so good I'm gonna cryyyy" right before she lost it all he slides her back on his dick "cum on this dick" she continued to move her hips bouncing and moaning loudly her eyes closed and her body shook as she loses her breath. "Damn look at you cuming on this dick ... you too damn sexy" once she got herself together she leans down kissing his lips and neck she moves her hips upwards so that he can slide out of her as she continued to kiss down his body she takes one long lick of his dick and he almost melts.

"Swallow me up bae" he groans grabbing her hair keeping it out of her face. She strokes him as her mouth focuses on his tip. "You look so fuckin beautiful sucking my dick like that..." she moans lifting her ass in the air "you still want more don't you?? Look at your hips moving in the air for me... fuck" he slaps her ass gripping her hair. "Lay down..." "Jayson I—" he cuts her off "please?"

She repositioned herself laying down he climbs on top of her kissing her as he slides in "oh fuck" her hands find his back digging her nails in. He rubs her clit as he stroked her slowly. "Look at me going in and out of you" she glanced down biting her lip his thumb relaxes on her chin pulling her lip out of her mouth 

" stop doing that" "Jay—" "moan for me I don't care how loud you are... who tf gon hear you?" "You— I don't wanna" he slows down "talk to me baby you don't wanna do what?" "I don't wanna make a noise that you don't like" "anything that's coming out your body naturally is gonna turn me on ... stop holding back" and with that he pulled out flipping her over. "Put your ass in the air ... show me you can really take this dick"

When he slide inside of her she knew she couldn't take his dick at all but she was gonna try her hardest. "It feel good baby?" Her face was burried into the mattress until he pulled her hair making her head come up and her back arch deeper. "Fuckkkk" she moans "answer me" "it's so good .,, soooooo Fuckin good" "that's what I like to hear... you taking me so well" he leans down to kiss and lick her back and then immediately went back to fucking her. "Oh daddy" she moaned he loved that shit it hit different fumbling out of her mouth

"oh say that shit again" "oh daddy I wanna cummmm please" her hips started to fucked him back "oh shit" he says softly. She smiled looking back at him ... he knew he was almost done his hand goes over her mouth making her moan louder "what you trying to tell me huh?" He slaps her as he starts to get sloppy with his thrusts "Jayson you know what I want" "still need to hear that .... What you want from me? Hm? Tell daddy what his baby need"

she moans into his hand almost losing her mind completely... he said the right things at the right time... how was his sex so good and it was just their first time

"Jaysonnnnnnnn" "hmmm?" "I wanna cum.... So bad — I — need- mmmmm" "yeah cum for me baby... with me" she gasped releasing all over him her lower body shook against him. He continued kissing her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.

"I love you..." "I love you more... thank you" "for what?" ".... Just being you I love you" "mhm baby" he begins to stand up exhaling "how was it for you?" She asked staring into his eyes. "It was great for me ... how about you" "same....almost makes me want more" he smirked "let me get some water I'll be back" he laughed walking off.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hey queen can you do one where Angel and Kai switch bodies before his really important meeting

"This is bad." Your voice echoed in the room, but you yourself hadn't said that since you were a bit busy freacking out on the other side of the room, almost tearing your boyfriend's hair out as you rambled on how fucked up this was.

It was just you guys luck. Right when you were both having a discussion, not a bad one at least, a guy stumbled over you two and had accidentally used his quirk.

It could only be that since you didn't knew others ways to just out of no where change bodies with your significant other.

"Bad? That's ALL you have to say?!" It was strange to hear Kai's voice speaking what you wanted bit it was definitely more weird to hear it shouting in such a panicky and unlike way of him while yours was just calm and... cold... like him.

"Well, naturally. I have a meeting in 5 minutes no less." He groaned, imitating how he would massage his temples when he got irritated only to cringe at not feeling your hands with gloves... well, now temporally those were his hands.

"Oh because that's what is really important to you." You grumbled while taking off this dammed beak mask he used "How can you even breath in these for so long?"

"Maybe the effect of this sickness will wear it off soon, I hope." He growled in irritation, totally ignoring in purpose your question.

What a brat of a man.

"Overhaul." You both flinched when Chrono suddenly opened the door of his office "Hate to interrupt, but the clients are already here."

"Chronostasis I-"

"T-Tell them I will be there." You interrupted your boyfriend, which made him death glares at you with a expression almost screaming what the fuvk were you doing.

"Alright."

As soon as Chrono left you breathed in and out as Kai flicked your forehead, having to stand on his tip toes to do it since now he was in your body.

"Have you lost your mind?!" He hissed as you rubbed the spit with na eye roll.

"You prefer to tell Kurono what happened? Considering your pride and all?" You arched an eyebrow at him which, in your expression, grew even more annoyed "Thought so."

"Do you even have any idea how to-"

"Yeah yeah try to not get this place bankrupt." You already left as he trailed behind you in panic

You slammed the door on his face.

"The fucking audacity of this woman-"

.

.

"I... I can't believe it."

You snorted. You guys had returned to your bodies a few minutes ago. And now, with crossed arms over your chest you just watched in satisfaction as your boyfriend got to see your actual progress to finish a deal and even get more money from his products than he usually could.

"Not so bad eh?"

He watched you for a moment before sighing.

If only you knew he wasn't desperate because he thought you would destroy his deal... he was actually terrified you would discover where the source of his bullets came from... he knew the moment you discover that Eri wasn't with a uncle from her father's side and that Pops coma was because of his dues.... you wouldn't not only forgive him, you wouldn't even look at his eyes anymore.

And even though he hated to admit it... but he grew dependent on you. He couldn't live without you near him anymore...

He couldn't lose you.

He was selfish. Yes.

But as he saw you beaming with pride and just mocking him a bit... he just sighed, faking annoyance as he allowed himself to relax a bit...

He could pretend that you wouldn't discover his doing for a little bit longer and just enjoy what seemed like a normal relationship with you for a while...

That's what he wanted.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 39 - Healing, Mentally and Physically

Ophelia's had quite the day! Time to unwind.

Ophelia: Oh Watcher, that feels good. If the bartending thing doesn't work out, you should pick up massage therapy.

Xander: I think I'd get fired if I did what we're about to do with a massage client.

Xander: You ready to take this upstairs?

Ophelia: Oh yeah.

Before she can make a move towards the steps, Xander scoops her up.

Ophelia: Oh! You're stronger than you look.

Xander: Your dirty talk needs a little work, Lemon Bar.

These woohoo partners still need a little time to... warm up before they get going. Not that they're complaining. Even if what they're feeling isn't love, it feels really woohoocking good.

One of the benefits of not having a romantic relationship is you can have a post-woohoo snack of an onion bagel and stuffed peppers like it's no big deal.

Ophelia can't help but think about her conversation with Libby from that morning…

Ophelia: Hey, there's something we forgot to talk about. We're being really careful, but things can happen. If I got pregnant, what would you want to do?

Xander doesn't freak out at her asking, that's a good sign.

Xander: If you're cool with it, I'd say co-parenting is our best option. Sure, it'd be awkward explaining it to people, but we could make it work. Either way, I'd want to be there for my kid.

Ophelia: Good to know.

Ophelia: We've got it all figured out! We're killing this woohoo partner thing, huh?

Xander: Totally.

Ophelia: Wanna go for a celebratory round two?

Xander: And you called me a horndog.

Real homies give each other good morning kisses.

Xander's got errands to run and a shift at Taste of Tartosa, so he needs to freshen up, but Ophelia needs to shower too!

Xander: Maybe we could… multitask?

Ophelia: You know I love being practical.

Keep it clean, you two!

These two decided to autonomously eat stuffed peppers for breakfast. I can't fault them for that.

Ophelia also tells Xander she's going to her first therapy appointment before band practice! She's seeing Dr. Diallo.

Xander's thrilled she's trying to change her klepto ways.

A Better Way Therapy Center looks nice enough. Ophelia doesn't have to wait in the lobby very long before someone comes out to greet her.

Ophelia: Are you Dr. Diallo? Dr. Diallo: That would be correct. Feel free to call me Omari. You must be Miss Lemon. Come on back, dear.

Ophelia: I didn't steal anything from the lobby. Omari: I appreciate that, but it's not my goal to judge you, Ophelia. You didn't choose your trait. I understand you're here for our re-traiting services. Ophelia: Yes. So do I just drink a serum or? Omari: It's not quite so easy.

Ophelia: Oh. So I have to like… actually talk about stuff. Omari: We find it's important to address any underlying causes for unwanted traits. Ophelia: My parents always said therapy was for erratic Sims. Omari: Luckily, parents have been know to be wrong every now and then.

Ophelia: So do I start telling you every bad thing I've ever done or…?

Omari: You can tell me whatever you like, this is your time, but I want you to know this is not about punishing you for past mistakes. This is about helping you move forward with your life in a healthy way.

Omari: A lot of first sessions consist of just getting to know each other. Why don't you tell me about your job?

Ophelia: Oh, sure. I just got a promotion, actually. I'm going to be a singer for a wedding band.

Omari: What an exciting job! How'd you get into that line of work?

And so, Ophelia tells Omari about her life since she moved to Willow Creek. She talks about the Blue Velvet, the BFFs, the Laurents, her relationship with Libby, moving to Tartosa, and even her ever-rising fame level. It's kind of nice talking about it all with an outsider.

Ophelia: So… Do I get my new trait yet? Omari: Not just yet. Changing a trait is a lot of hard work, but you've taken that first step, which is quite the accomplishment. Now, I have a bit of homework before your next session. Ophelia: Homework? Omari: Don't worry, it's simple.

Omari: I want you to keep a journal of how you're feeling when you get the urge to swipe. Are you angry, sad, bored? If you do swipe something, I want you to be honest about it. I won't be angry or judgmental. I just want to understand you better.

Ophelia: I guess I can do that.

Ophelia: Okay, this isn't so bad so far. Omari: I'm glad to hear it. I'll see you at our next appointment. Ophelia: Do I get a lollipop for being brave? Omari: I don't think the game has lollipops but I'll see what I can do for our next session.

[oswaldsleftbicep]

halloo, could I request a drabble with our dearest grumpy angel lord Mikael :] ? with an s/o who used to be a professional in the beauty industry back on earth, maybe a chill cuddly evening where they take care of his hair and style it ? Gender neutral pls :3

brad mondo, who?

pairing: mikael x gn!reader || word count: 1,219

genre: fluff

cw: none

steam filled the air around you as you stepped out of the bath to towel off. you go slow, taking the time to pat your skin dry, and as you do so, you look over at your boyfriend, watching as he struggles to squeeze all the water from his long hair. you laugh under your breath, admiring just how beautiful he is, and, in particular, how gorgeous his hair is.

he sees you staring at him, and raises an eyebrow at you, "can i help you with something?" he asks, defensive about the vulnerability of the situation.

you smile and shake your head, "you really should be using conditioner, you know," you say instead, trying to shift the focus away from yourself.

"what are you trying to say?"

"i'm saying," you start teasingly, walking over to him, "that if you take so much pride in your hair, you could at least take care of it properly."

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as you pick up a strand of his hair to examine it. "and you're some kind of hair expert?"

"yeah, actually," you begin with a cocky grin, "back on earth i was quite the stylist. in fact my salon called me the brad mondo of our town."

"brad who?"

"not important," you say quickly, "what is important is that i can save you from dead ends and brittle hair. i don't know what's in the shampoo here, but i can tell it's not quite working for you, babe."

mikael stares at you, an offended look on his face as he searches for a comeback to what you just said. but he can't seem to stop thinking about what you said about brittle hair and dead ends. he does take a lot of pride in his hair, that's why he puts up with its length all the time. if what you're saying is true about you being the greatest hair stylist... then maybe it'd be okay for you to help him out.

"fine," he begins, "but if you even think about cutting my hair, you're never touching it again."

you laugh at his defensiveness, "i know, i know, not after what noel did. now let's go to the room and get set up."

the two of you finish drying off, put on your robes and house slippers, and walk back to your bedroom. you gesture to the vanity, and mikael sits down on the chair, watching in the mirror as you rush around grabbing bottles and brushes and lord knows what else.

"alright, my love," you begin as you make your way to stand behind him, "i'm gonna brush your hair out; let me know if i pull to hard, m'kay?"

at his hesitant nod of approval, you hum excitedly, place a quick kiss on his temple, and begin brushing his hair. he's tense at first, bracing himself for the pulling of knots, but he quickly realizes that you're being very careful and gentle, and he relaxes, letting himself be lulled by the soothing touches on his scalp.

you're smiling and humming to yourself as you work, occasionally glancing up at the mirror to check on your new client. your smile widens when you see the relaxed look on his face, him barely able to keep his eyes open.

once you're done brushing his hair, you gently squeeze and pat it dry with a spare cloth, and move onto the products.

"what do those do?" mikael asks, seeing the bottles in your hands.

"they're gels and stuff you can put in your hair to make it smoother and shinier and stronger and all that good stuff."

"which are you going to put on me?"

"hmm... i'm thinking these here," you respond holding up two bottles before placing one down on the table in front of him, squeezing some of the other into your hand. "we'll start with this one."

you rub the product between your palms and then slowly massage it into his hair and scalp as you talk about what it is and why you're using it. usually mikael would prefer silence when having his hair done, but between how good your hands feel and the sweet sound of your voice, he finds that he doesn't seem to mind.

he sits at the vanity in a loving trance for the next half hour, listening to what you have to say and relishing in the spa treatment you're providing him.

eventually you finish, all too soon in his opinion, and you add your finishing touches. he looks at himself in the mirror and raises his eyebrows in shock at how his hair is practically glowing; it's never looked so soft or so shiny in as long as he can remember. it's so neat, and he notices for the first time that he's even got a slight waviness to his hair.

he reaches a hand up to feel a strand of his hair, and turns to look up at you in amazement. "you're incredible. how did you learn how to do this?"

you chuckle at his expression, "well, back on earth, i went to a cosmetology school to learn how to do hair and makeup, and i became a licensed beautician and did people's hair and stuff until i ended up here."

he's silent for a second, thinking about what you just said. "do you miss it?"

you're taken aback at his question, not expecting him to look guilty at your little story. "a little bit, yeah. i mean i miss my salon and the people i worked with and my regulars," you move to kneel down next to his seat, looking up at him, "but now i have a new regular i can work with."

mikael smiles a bit at that and turns to glance back at himself in the mirror once again. you stand up, and get behind him one last time, brushing your fingers through his hair and separating it into sections to braid. he stares at you the entire time, admiring how skilled you are and how quick you work while still being so careful and attentive. before he knows it, he has a gorgeous, long braid in and once again he's taken aback at how pretty his hair looks.

you watch his expression carefully, taking in the emotions in his eyes, and once you determine that he's pleased with your work, you bend down to place a loving kiss on his cheek, take his hand, and lead him over to the sofa.

"let's have noel get us some tea," you suggest as the two of you sit down, "and we can spend the rest of the night telling stories. how's that sound, my love?"

he hums, pleased at your suggestion, "that sounds wonderful."

a while later, your tea arrives and the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa, sipping on your tea and talking quietly to one another.

"thank you, darling," mikael says out of nowhere.

"hm? for what?" you ask.

"for doing my hair," he begins, "and treating me so carefully. i am full of nothing but love for you."

you smile softly at him, leaning in for a kiss before resuming your position leaning up against him. "of course, anytime you need a spa treatment, you know where to find me."

[survey--s]

678.

What is your favorite breakfast food? Pancakes! I actually had them this morning for the first time in months and they tasted SO GOOD. Blueberry pancakes with honey and cream.

Who do you (romantically) love? My husband.

Have you ever considered yourself dirty? No.

What do you do to relax? Mess about online, take baths, cuddle with an assortment of our pets, watch Disney movies, take surveys, watch TikTok.

Do you enjoy kissing? It's okay. I'm not a very sexual person, generally speaking.

What about making out? Same as above.

Where are you most ticklish? The soles of my feet. I can't STAND people touching them. I honestly have no idea how people can tolerate foot massages or pedicures - it's quite literally my idea of hell lol.

Have you ever been to an arena concert? Nope. That would be way too much for me.

Where was the last place you kissed someone? In the kitchen.

Do you know anyone who is expecting? Yeah, one of my clients is due in May.

What does your third text message say in your inbox? The third person I received a text from is Suzanne. I don't know what it said though and I CBA to look, lol.

Do you use speed dial? It doesn't even exist anymore.

If so who is number 5? .

Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes.

Where do you want to get married? I got married in the registry office in between our house and my parents house. My in-laws live near us so we just picked somewhere in the middle of everyone.

Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? They both were there.

If you could visit one person right now, who would it be? Nobody.

Do you like school? I liked the academic side but not the social side.

What is your all time favorite subject that you have ever taken in school? History.

Do you have a current teacher who you wish taught all of your classes? I used to love the history teacher I had in Year 9 or the English teacher I had in year 8. I'd pick them if I could.

What has been your favorite part of this calendar year so far? Beach gallops, getting Simba, my business doing as well as it had.

Are you going on vacation any time soon? I have two weeks off work over Christmas but we're not going anywhere.

Do you catch yourself staring at inappropriate times? Yeah, when I'm daydreaming.

How many times have you been fall-down drunk? 2-3 times.

Has a friend ever really hurt you and you never told them? Yes.

Where would your most romantic getaway spot be? A cozy cottage in Vermont. <--- not gonna lie, that sounds amazing.

Have you ever stayed on a ride at a theme park to ride it again? Yeah, a few times. Our local theme park when I was a kid was never very busy and you used to be able to do that all the time.

Have you ever used your sexuality to get you something you wanted? Yes.

What do you count as too spoiled? I don't think it's about what you give your child, it's about their attitude. I grew up surrounded by money and only a couple of people actually came across as "spoilt".

When you don’t feel good, where do you want to be? At home in bed.

Have you ever set an alarm on your phone to remind you to do something? Sure.

Where do you want to raise your children? I don’t want children.

What is your favorite Crayola scented crayon? I don't think I ever used any scented crayons. I used to like the blueberry gel pens though!

What is your favorite childhood TV show? Arthur.

Do you ever look at yourself and not believe it’s you? Nope.

What’s your favorite hideaway place? Home, or this little oasis I found in the sand dunes last week. It's just tucked away and so pretty.

Do you have a secret you have kept from your family? Sure. Personally I think it's weird to tell your family everything.

Have you ever slow danced to a song you didn’t know? Probably.

Where do you study? I don't.

Do you study at all? No.

What do you want to be when you grow up? I'm a dog walker/pet sitter.

Has someone ever dedicated a song to you? Yes.

How many people have you kissed this month? One.

Do you like do have your hair pulled? Nope.

Are you close with your parents? Yeah, with my mum at least. I don't really speak to my dad.

How much do you wish/ hope for something before you give up? I mean, I don't wish or hope for things, really. If I really want something I go and make it happen.

Have you ever hung out with a complete stranger? Not just us, but in a group of other people, yeah.

Do you work any holidays? Nope. One of the main advantages of being self-employed. I really do NOT miss it. At all.

[blissfullybloomed]

Yeah, it's been a while, but today felt like the right day to write again. I missed it. 

So let's get all the updates out of the way since my last post(Dec 2023). Oh man…it's a lot. 

I spent New Years with my boyfriend(yeah we're still a thing), and his best friend. Had to go home early though…cause like…im old, and we work in the mornings. 

February I picked up a few extra gig jobs to pay off school. I delivered for Instacart, Spark, Shipt, and Amazon Flex. While working two other jobs. I had to pay it off and I was tired of waiting for money to just appear….cause that's totally not a thing. 

March was my man's birthday! The first one I got to spend with him. Gifts that I got him don't matter…like i'm not gonna sit here and list them off…just his face was all i needed. That look of just you didn't have to do that..but he was glad I did. 

I started therapy to heal from a relationship with a family member that I actually never really understood until very recently. I'm learning that , in the words of Taylor Swift, “Hi, it's me , I'm the problem”- I know that now. I know a lot now actually. 

Started reading a book that has helped immensely with my healing as well. I won't mention the title in this blog as it's specific to one person in my life…but I will say this: No one is perfect, no matter the title they hold in your life. Additionally titles don't mean shit. We're all human and that's the only title I care about…unless you're an alien…then like, can we be friends. 

The Medical Board of Ohio gave me my massage license, and I have signed a lease for my own business and actually have two clients ( sister and friend.) Yeah…Blissfully Bloomed is actually a real , tangible thing now. 

I moved in with my boyfriend. Yup, the WHOLE sentence! It's been about 3 weeks , and let's just say we are slowly adjusting to the new. The animals are a little testy, but we love them all.Spray bottles are in every room now. LOL!  He has been incredible throughout the entire process. I even know how to plug my tire now. He is patient, and kind. Even on days…i don't want to be human…he is still right there. I will tell you this- I never knew love could feel this deep…this solid…this safe. He truly is the person I was supposed to find. Someone in my life once told me a long time ago,  “he has brought back what the locust stole”- When it was told to me the first time it didn't make sense, and in hindsight…I know why it didn't make sense. Now…I understand the phrase…I understand what a healthy and honest relationship looks like. I understand that MEN operate completely differently when they too feel safe and understood.  I love you like crazy baby. 

I started a solid vitamin regimen…and boy oh boy has it helped immensely. My anxiety only peaks during stress, and unknown areas of my life now. It's not at the forefront anymore. Vitamins, therapy, massage, counseling, coloring, legoing, and being surrounded by motivated individuals who only want to better themselves have been the key to my success. Sure I have days just like everyone else where I just don't wanna. But as my boyfriend says”it's allowed, just have to find a balance”- So i'm working on it…BUT vitamins are so good! 

So I think that covers it for the updates…Lets chat about whats to come! 

Moving through all of the above has required high energy and focus to obtain a goal. The focus was definitely fueled by my sister jessica. My sister was the entire inspiration to become a Massage Therapist. What's crazy…I had a client last week…she was a nurse at Nationwide in the pediatric unit….I think she would have worked with Jess at some point, and she was on MY table. Small world sometimes ya know. 

Massage gave me my heart back and I've said that since school…you can't be heartless and be a massage therapist. It's impossible. We comfort through the power of touch. We calm anxiety, recirculate blood to all the necessary parts of your body, we hold space for others to relax. Coming from someone that was very very selfish in her past life…to be able to have people on my table is a gift I will always attribute to my sister Jess. Man do I miss her. What I wouldn't give to wheel her into my massage studio and give her some relaxation for a brief moment. She showed me native american flute music too. I love ya sis. We all do. You can come visit me anytime anywhere. I love you. 

Okay well, on that note…I'm crying. So I think it's a good time to get ready for the day. I have three clients. One of which lost their mother last week. Like I said, massage is so powerful. It truly brings joy and I am able to give joy to others now. What an absolute gift. 

Thanks for listening to my ted talk- see ya on the flippity flip! 

[babbushka]

If you can manage it, can I get 30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.” 26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” 15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?” If you can't fit all four that's fine, its just that this combo made me think of so many filthy things. Maybe with biker!Kylo, we haven't seen him in a while. 🥰🥰

(1.5k NSFW [big mean dom!kylo, fingering & dirty talk])

Kylo’s just about finished with one of the bikes he’s working on, when the little bell chimes at the front door. Perfect timing, he hums as he washes his hands, mistakenly thinking that it’s the client here to pick up the hog. He’s pleasantly surprised then, when instead, leaning up against the counter with your tits practically falling out of your tight tight shirt, he sees you.

“Hey baby girl, what are you doing here?” He eyes you up and down, and you preen under the attention.

“I missed you.” You shrug easily, giving Kylo the same treatment.

He’s exactly how you like him – filthy. Covered in sweat and motor oil, grease smeared against his vibrant tattoos, Kylo reeks and is in desperate need of a shower. Your thighs rub together, loving how in his element he is, how capable he is. Kylo loves how he can practically smell the wetness between your legs. Checking to make sure no one is around to bother you, licks his lips and smirks,

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you step into my office, and let me see how much.”

You’re eager to follow, rushing ahead of him where he can pinch and smack at your ass in your short skirt, as he chases you through the garage. The office is a small room just off the large floor, away from the heavy machinery and all the noise. It’s got a window, but Kylo quickly pulls the shade, a safety precaution.

“Come sit on my lap sweets, I’ll give you what you need.” Kylo makes his way to the little couch that he only really reserved for taking naps and fucking you on, pats at his thigh.

Grinning, you straddle his wide hips and immediately shiver as his broad palms smooth up the back of your thighs. His hands are the only part of him that’s clean, and you’re glad, because when he rubs at the wet fabric of your panties, you don’t want him to stop for anything – especially when he ever so gently pulls the scrap of cotton to the side, and teases right at your slit.

“Oh please, please Kylo?” You push yourself against him, your hands cupping his cheeks, kissing him hot and sloppy on the mouth, whining against his tongue.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Tsking the roof of his mouth, Kylo pulls his fingers away and instead grabs a handful of your jaw with it.

“Like I said, I missed you.” You pout, your cheeks squishing under his hold.

“Alright alright, no sad eyes.” He relents, making you drop the sad act and preen once again, the most spoiled brat in the entire world. He can’t blame you though, not when you’re so pretty, not when he loves you so much, “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

Your eyes close as your mouth drops open, accepting two of his fingers to suck and lick, giving attention to each and every one of them, knowing that this is for show, this is just for him – you’re wet enough to not need it. But he likes it when you suck on him, whether that’s his cock his tongue or his fingers, and you want to give him what he likes.

He rewards you by tugging aside your panties again, and this time instead of teasing right at your folds, he pushes up into you, all the way up up up, your pussy swallowing his fingers down. He doesn’t like this position though, so he manhandles you onto the couch a little better, a different angle so he can keep his thumb on your clit and rub it steadily as his fingers pump in and out of your cunt.

You’re reclined back against the couch cushions, one of your legs thrown over Kylo’s thighs, the other planted on the floor. You’re spread open beautifully, and you moan with how slow and careful he is about this, how he is about you.

“Ah, fuck you’re so big.” Your back arches a little, hips rocking down onto his fingers, breathing heavy and moaning, “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but I’m gonna take you apart just like this for now.” Kylo leans over to kiss you, presses little chaste smooches against the corner of your mouth, “And then I’ll bring you back home and blow your back out, okay?”

He crooks his fingers and brushes against your gspot with them, and your thighs tremble, your toes curling inside your shoes. He wishes he could have you naked, but there’s something extra perverted about having you just like this – skirt shucked up enough that he can gets your legs spread, panties sopping wet as his fingers squelch in and out of you.  

“Uhhhuh.” Grinding down against him, your hands wrap around his strong forearm, his wrist, keeping him from going anywhere, feeling the muscles flex and moaning about it.

“Damn you’re really worked up aren’t you sweets? Be good and relax for me.” Kylo chuckles when your hips raise up off the sofa just a little, chasing the feeling of him.

“It – oh fuck – it feels so good, Kylo,” You whine, music to his ears. You’re biting and licking at your lips making them go all swollen, and Kylo just rubs little zigzags against your clit for all your effort, the stimulation and light friction not nearly enough for you, he’s being mean, being a tease.

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not come until I tell you to.” Voice low and deep in your ear, your cunt clenches around him, squeezes his fingers so tight as you start to pant, breath coming out in little shallow bursts as you swallow down your groans.

“I won’t -- can I have another one? Please let me have another one.” You’re too pretty for him to deny you, so he doesn’t, nudges a third finger up into your pussy and lets you moan around it as you relax and suck him up.

“You take my fingers so well, don’t you?” He begins to move a little faster, his arm flexing a little harder, as he harshly yanks your hips back onto his lap, your legs falling over the arm rest of the couch, moaning loud like a whore. His other hand has a strong grip on your thigh, keeping your legs spread enough for him to really move, “Love being stuffed full, is that it? I bet you’d let me shove anything up in there to keep you stretched, wouldn’t you?”

“Kylo!” The image of him maybe fucking you with one of his wrenches, or the handle to his screwdrivers or anything like that makes your body shake, makes you writhe under the slow and careful attention he gives you.

“Shh, shh princess you’re okay, I’ve got you.” Kylo’s hot in his clothes, sweating, he feels dirty – but you’re dirty too, you’re filthy in an altogether different way, a way that makes his cock throb and ache as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you a little faster, a little rougher.

You’re so pliant and wet for him that those three fingers don’t feel like enough, so he captures your mouth in a heated kiss as he shoves his pinky up into you too, all his fingers aside from his thumb that’s still rubbing rubbing rubbing at your clit now buried inside you, making you sloppy, making you hiccup and cry from the overstimulation.

“Go ahead and come, you’ve earned it.” He grunts against your mouth, wanting you to feel so good, wanting you to finish so he can get you in his bed and fill you up with his come.

Your whole body moves and convulses for him, and he can feel the way you clamp down on his hand when you come, your calves tense, your back arching, head lolling to one side as pleasure wracks through your body. Kylo fingers you through it, those big thick fingers of his plugging you up, massaging and stroking your gspot as you shake shake shake, nothing but a litany of yespleasekylopleasesogooddontstop drips from your tongue.

He eventually slows his thrusts to a halt, lets you catch your breath, lets you get reacclimated to the real world, as the buzz of pleasure bounces around in your skull. He doesn’t pull out yet, not yet, because his thumb still can’t stop stimulating your clit, little circles this time, and he swallows down your moans and tears with a hot open mouthed kiss.

“Need me to carry you to the car?” Kylo whispers against your cheek as he kisses you there, kisses the corner of your eyes.

You nod, a great big smug grin forming across your face that makes him roll his eyes, knowing that even if you could walk, there’s no way in hell your legs would work by the time he’s done with you, as you leave the shop behind.

[charlotte-lavender]

Spring Blossoms, as does Love (pt. 5)

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Summary: Y/N and Kuroo share their first night together in what is now both of their home. In the morning, Y/N faces some anxiety about meeting Kuroo's volleyball team, whom he considers his friends.

A/N: Hey y'all! I hope you missed me, but I'm back!!! I was going to publish chapters five and six tonight, but decided against that, because it's almost three a.m. as I am writing this. (Sleep? We don't know her.) Also, let me know who you would like included on the team! I will write anyone in as a supporting character, just make sure that they have enough screentime to base some characterisation off of. Should I do MSBY? or Karasuno? Aoba Johsai? Let me know! Also, I know that this author's note is already long, but I just wanted to mention again briefly that I am writing for new fandoms! I will be adding a list to my pinned post, so go check it out, and if you have a request, please submit! Finally, remember I use British English, start in Y/N's POV, and stay safe! Love y'all!

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pro·ver·bi·al /prəˈvərbēəl/ 📷Learn to pronounce

adjective (of a word or phrase) referred to in idiom or expression. "I'm going to stick out like the proverbial sore thumb"

Coming home to Kuroo was a new experience. When I get home, I'm covered in dirt and sweat, and I usually jump right into the shower before putting on sweatpants and making dinner. Today, however, was different for obvious reasons. "I'm home!" I announce to the house as I enter. Dropping all of my stuff on the floor, I turn and see Kuroo looking at me from the counter, his laptop open and papers strewn about beside him. "Hi, Kuroo. How was your day?"

"Just fine. I got all of my stuff in, the important things at least. How about you?"

"That client of mine is really nice, but they have lots of property. It always takes me forever to get to everything."

"Aww, I'm sorry. I got takeout if you would like it. It's in the fridge."

"Thanks babe, I appreciate it."

Kuroo gives me a quick hug before releasing me to go eat.

**POV SWITCH**

After Y/N was done eating, he moved to the couch, and I went and curled him up next to me. "Tell me about your day." I ask him before realising that he was moving to get up.

"Sorry, babe, I really need to shower. It's almost seven, and you have work tomorrow, right?" He says, getting up and stretching his arms over his head, exposing his lower stomach for a quick second.

"Yeah, I do. But I want to make sure you're comfortable. It'll be a long day with the team tomorrow."

"Well, how about you take a shower with me? No funny business, though. I'm too tired."

"Okay, I'll be up in five. Just gonna save my document and get my paperwork put away."

He walks away up the stairs, and I hear the tap turn on. I feel my face begin to flush scarlet. He wants to shower with me? Since when is he that suave? Usually, he's a dork, but...

Realising that I've taken too long, I close my laptop and head upstairs. Opening the door to the bathroom, I see his clothes on the floor and his silhouette behind the shower curtain. I slowly strip and pull away the curtain, and he turns to look at me. Stepping into the shower, he wordlessly motions for me to turn around and get my head wet. He then reaches for the bottle of shampoo, squirts some on his hands, and begins to massage it into my hair.

**POV SWITCH**

After the shower, curled up on our bed, I finally feel calm. Wow. Our bed. That feels really weird to say. "Kuroo, babe," I whisper out to the dim room.

"Yeah?"

"I-," I take a deep breath. "I love you..." Realising the gravity of what I had just said, I snap my hands up to cover my mouth. Kuroo, having seen the whole scene, wordlessly reaches down and takes ahold of my wrist. Tugging on it gently, he eventually forces it to part company with my lips, instantly replacing it with his. Grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to his side, I melt deeper into his kiss. After what felt like a blissful eternity, Kuroo pulls away and whispers, "I love you too, cutie. Now get some rest. I want you to come meet some people tomorrow."

The following day comes a lot sooner than expected. My eyes flutter open to Kuroo's shining smile. "What time is it?" I ask him.

"Six o'clock. Now, get up, I have coffee."

"Yay!" I mumble, somehow managing to sound both annoyed and excited.

"So, Y/N, today I thought that I'd introduce you to the team." I sputter into my coffee, but Kuroo keeps talking. "Me and the guys that I coach, we aren't that different in age, so we get along quite well. It'll be more like meeting a bunch of my friends than some random group of college kids."

Hearing that, I sigh in relief but then begin to hyper-focus on something. Friends. They're Kuroo's friends. Oh no. Insecurities and past experiences begin to overwhelm me as Kuroo pulls me up and nudges me in the direction of the bathroom, promises of breakfast vaguely heard over the roar of thoughts in my head. I can't help but feel as though I'm stuck in a current and just along for the ride.

**POV SWITCH**

Packing lunch into small containers for our busy day is what I'm doing when Y/N stumbles into the kitchen. His hair, while dried, is a rat's nest, and he only has on one sock. Knowing where this is going, I pause and walk over to him. He freezes but lets me hug him. As I bury my head in his hair and smell his shampoo, I ask, "What's all this about?"

"Wh-what are you talking about, babe? I'm excellent." Y/N says unconvincingly.

"Come on, Y/N. You only ever get this frantic when you're anxious about something. You know you can talk to me, right? Is it about meeting the team?" I see him freeze, and I know that I've hit the proverbial* nail right on the head. "What about today is making you anxious?"

"I'm worried that if I don't make a good impression, they'll all convince you to dump me because they don't think I'm worthy of you, or something like that."

"Y/N, babe, I've told you once, and I'll say to you as many times as you need to hear it, I don't care what anyone says about our relationship. I will never, ever leave you. Besides, knowing them, they'll worship you like a god and wonder how you ended up with a guy like me."

"Thank you, Kuroo. I love you so, so much, okay? I can't wait to get a better view of your life."

Hearing that, I gave Y/N a quick peck on the cheek and ducked back behind the counter, placing our lunch in a bag while he finished getting ready.

**POV SWITCH**

Kuroo is a surprisingly good cook. That's what I'm thinking about, the remnants of breakfast churning happily in my stomach while he rolls down the road towards the city. I don't like the city. I don't go to the city. Somehow, though, this all feels okay.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 09 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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For the third time today, you hit Jimmy with the fins as you walk by, pretending you didn't notice. He groans and you bite back a giggle. “If you do that again, I swear I'll fire you.” He sings songs, putting the price tags on the new regulators that got here today.

“You can't fire me. I'm very good at selling stuff.” Putting the fins on its place you turn to look at him.

“The Padawan always becomes stronger than the Master.” Crossing his arms, he squints his eyes. “I taught you everything you know, Lily flower.”

“Yup. And I mastered every single aspect into perfection.” Walking around the store, you make your way back to the counter, letting your hair down, running your fingers through it. “I'm a Jedi by now.”

“You're getting cocky. I think you're spending way too much time with Billy.”

“Well, we're living together and dating so...” You move to stay behind the counter, drumming your fingers on the wooden top. “I'd say that yes, we spend way too much time around each other but I wouldn't change a thing.”

“You're the only couple I know who started living together before even starting to date,” Jimmy says, finishing with the regulators and moving to the new swimsuits, starting to organize them by color and size.

“Yeah, it wasn't the conventional way but it worked, didn't it?” Biting your lip, you try to hold back the smile that always comes whenever you think or talk about Billy. It's been a month since it became official, and things have been going well. Very well. The life you had before is a distant memory you don't even visit it anymore. You're still watching the news here and there, some of your old friends were released and the investigators are getting somewhere. But the truth is that this your life. A real life for a change, where the days aren't pointless, and you do love the friends you have, people with who you don't have to watch your manners or think before saying something. You can laugh out loud and make a mess if you want.

“It did. Look, this is girl stuff, can't you–. These are different sizes but they look the same.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over him, pushing him away. “They're different, Jimmy. You're clueless.” Looking through the bikinis, you take one off the hook. It's blue and pink, with black symmetrical lines all over it. “I really like this one.”

“It's nice. I bet Billy will like it.” He says in a sassy tone, and you roll your eyes again.

“Alright. Can you put this in the back for me? I'll buy it.” Handing him the piece, you focus on reorganizing everything, paying attention to the clients in case anyone needs help. You're humming a soft song when you feel someone approaching, so you turn on your heels to find a guy walking over the swimsuits. “Hello. Do you need anything?”

His lips break into a bright smile, which you respond with a small polite one. “Yes. I was wondering what tank I should get.”

“It depends. If it's just for recreational purposes, the one with atmospheric air.” You say, finishing with the bikinis and turning to give the guy some attention. “Come, let's check them.” Gesturing, you walk to the other side of the store, almost in the back where the tanks are.

“What's this Nitrox thing?” He asks, stepping closer to the tanks, his hand brushing on your thigh. You move away, but since he didn't seem to notice, you decide not to give it much thought. Probably just an accident.

“That's for long dives. It's a mixture of nitrogen and oxygen.” Shrugging your shoulders, you lay a hand on a nearby tank. “But I assume it'll be just for fun so the atmospheric one will suffice.”

“You know a lot about this stuff.” His smile grows wider, and he gives you a little wink.

It makes you giggle. Is he trying to flirt? “I'm still learning.”

“What about... This one?” Stepping closer, he reaches out for a tank behind your back. You know what he's doing now, so you're quick to step aside before he can pin you against the wall.

Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes. “Trimix. For depths beyond 130 feet. Which one will you take?”

“I could take two atmospheric tanks if you agree on coming with me for a... Recreational dive?”

“Nah, I don't think so.” He's not planning on buying it, so you make your way back to the counter. “First of all, I don't know how to swim. And second, I have a boyfriend.” Tapping on the counter a few times in a happy rhythm, you focus on the other customers around.

“And why haven't your boyfriend taught you how to swim yet?” He comes to the counter too, leaning on it, making you stand up straighter. “Or... Maybe he can't.” He giggles.

“Oh, he can.” You smirk. “He was a lifeguard during his time in Indiana.” As you speak, you see the man himself, walking closer, an eyebrow raised at the guy talking to you. Biting back a smile at his jealous face, you look at the guy again. “He's amazing, actually. Handsome, strong.” Raising your voice just enough for Billy to hear, you lean on the counter too. “But he's also kind and generous. Honest, trustworthy.”

“Sweetie, nobody is perfect so don't even try to make me believe he is.” The guy chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, no. He's not perfect. Billy has problems with anger and he absolutely hates when guys try hit on me.” The moment you're done speaking, Billy touches the guy's shoulder, strongly pulling him away from the counter. “Hi, baby.” You say, giving Billy a bright smile.

“Billy, my dude.” The guy says, nervously stepping back, hands raised. “Didn't know the girl was with you, man.”

“Now you do, so back the hell off.” His thunder voice gets people's attention, but you don't even bother.

“Alright, alright.” He mutters, walking backward until he's in the middle of the store, where he finally turns around and leaves.

“Let me know if you want the atmospheric air tank!” You shout, laughing a little.

“Seriously, why the hell–” Billy starts, but his words fade when he looks at you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at his expression, leaning a little closer to him. “What?”

“Of course guys will hit on you.”

“Uhm... Care to explain it or am I supposed to guess?”

“You look good, that's it. And all this friendly act when you're working here. The kind smiles, politeness... Guys are stupid, they'll think you're interested.” When Billy leans over, you don't move away, a smirk coming to your lips when his face gets dangerously close.

“So... Are you calling yourself stupid?” You whisper, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth. Some people are starting, you're sure. They all know Billy around here, but it doesn't bother you.

“I was stupid. Now that I'm with you, I'm the smartest man on Earth.”

“Doesn't make much sense, Billy.”

“Doesn't have to.” He rolls his eyes, lips finally meeting yours.

“Hey, hey!” Jimmy exclaims from somewhere behind you. “You can take this home, alright? Remember rule number one? Not making out in work hours?”

“My work hours were done seven minutes ago so...” You snap, turning on your heels and waving at Jimmy. “See ya at the bonfire.”

“See ya, Lily flower.”

“Bye.” Muttering, you sigh at the name he calls you.

Walking hand in hand with Billy, you wonder when you'll be able to tell them the truth. It's tiring to hold on to this lie. It's the only thing left to open up about. That, and the fact that you're, well, rich. Sitting shotgun, you look at the people walking on the sidewalk, quietly thinking.

“Hey,” Billy calls. “Everything alright? Did that guy–”

“No, no.” You assure him, shaking your head. “If that idiot tried anything you'd know.”

“Then what's wrong?”

“It just sucks that they still think my name is Lily.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “I'm (Y/N). And I'm afraid they'll be mad when I tell the truth about who I am, who my family is. I don't wanna lose them.”

“Princess, you're hiding your identity for a very good reason. They know about the kidnappings, I'm sure they'll understand when you tell them the truth.” Billy lays a hand on your thigh, and you stretch your arm to massage the back of his neck. “They're not like those pricks, they'll understand.”

“I hope so. I'm sick and tired of that Lily flower shit.”

“Yeah, I bet it sucks being named after my car.” He says, a smirk on his lips.

“What?” You breathe out, smiling. “Are you finally letting me name your car?” You basically jump on your seat, leaning over Billy to place kisses all over his cheek and jaw.

“Keep that up I might even let you name our future kids.”

His words make you stop, freezing, slowly moving back to your seat. Kids? Is he joking or something? Does Billy even want kids? And does he want them with you? This was never brought up before. Billy nervously moves in his seat, clearing his throat. “What?” It comes out almost a whisper.

“No, just... It just...”

“It's alright. I don't...” Billy enters the small parking lot beside the building, stoping on his usual spot. “Anyways, we still have to deal with things when I'm allowed home, so...” You step out of the car, a little flustered, walking side by side with him. “Until that happens we can just...”

“Yeah, we can wait until you break the news to your parents, then–”

“Yeah.” You cut him off, taking his hand. “We still have time since neither the police or the investigators seem to be anywhere close. So let's have fun now and talk about the future later.”

“Let's focus on the bonfire for now.”

“Beach party!” You exclaim, giggling when he pokes your side on a ticklish spot.

An hour later, you're at the beach, in a long skirt and blue top, talking about the most stupid things as the huge bonfire sends flames up to the sky. You're seated on a huge beach towel, eating burned marshmallows. The wind is fresh and the sky is still fading into the black for the night. Leaning against Billy, you giggle every time he places a kiss on your shoulder. There are way more people here than planned, but nobody seems to care. The music is loud, but the voices are louder. Over thirty people are either by the fire or playing on the water, and you've never felt this... Carefree. Or happy. The same people your parents despise so much, are now the best people you know. Just a bunch of kids having fun, not thinking too much, not overthinking their manners, or looking at others with judgmental eyes. This is easy, effortless.

“Billy!” Someone calls, waving their hand over the fire. “A little help with these coolers!”

“It's Austin.” He says, and you move a little to let him get up. “Finally some food and drinks.”

“Yeah, I'm thirsty.” You complain, turning your attention to Stacy as Billy walks away. “So. You and Jimmy. When is it happening?”

“Shhh.” She takes a look around before standing up and pulling you with her. “He doesn't make a move, so I'm starting to give up this idea,” she says when you're away from the others, near the deck of a small snack bar which is almost closing.

“You like him, and he likes you. What's missing?” You ask, not sure what else to do to help. Jimmy often comes to you for advice, and you do your best to push him into asking Stacy out. But after three weeks, it hasn't happened yet. But if it was a double date... “Oh! Gosh! It's so damn obvious!”

“What?” She giggles, pinching her eyebrows together.

“Double date. Saturday. Movie theater.” You say, winking at her. “You two are coming and leave the rest to me.”

Giving a little jump, Stacy pulls you into a hug. “You're the best. I can't believe I haven't come up with this idea myself but I'm so thankful you're my friend.”

“I'll get you two together.” Pulling away, you assure her. “It's a promise.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome.” Linking arms with her, you start making your way back to the fire. Your eyes find Billy in a distance, and you're just about to change direction when a girl walks over to him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck, her lips chasing his. You stop in your tracks, freezing, throat suddenly dry. Relief washes over you when Billy pushes her away before she can kiss him, holding both her arms when she tries approaching him again. “The audacity of that bitch.” Stacy mutters, and you nod.

“Why don't you go ahead, I'll... Go there.” Gesturing at the snack bar, you step back.

“Lily...”

“It's alright. I'll just get something to drink.” You know the drinks just got here, but you don't care, you just need some time right now. Turning your back at her, you climb the few wooden steps that lead to the snack bar's small balcony, where some tables give the clients a view of the ocean, holding your skirt so it won't get into your way. When you get to the deck, you walk to the very back, where's dark since half the lights are already off.

You don't know why you're feeling so bad. Billy pushed her away, but still, you're... Angry. Stacy is right, the audacity of that bitch... But if she felt like she could do that, she was one of his many... Flings. And it kills you to imagine them together. Leaning over the wooden railing, you put both hands on your head, the wind messing with your hair.

“Hey, there.” Billy's voice reaches you and, taking a deep breath, you turn around with a half-smile.

“Hey...”

“Stacy told me you saw Amanda grabbing me.” He starts, coming to stand beside you. “You know that–”

“Billy, I saw you pushing her. I'm not mad at you, I'm happy, I just...” Throwing your hands in the air, you sigh, letting them fall. “I just don't like the mental pictures I'm having about the two of you.”

“You're jealous.” He states, and when you look at him, he's trying to hold back a smile. “That's how you cope. You like to be alone. I like punching the guys in the face.”

You didn't want to, but you're chuckling anyways. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.” Billy comes closer, pinning you against the railing and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“It'll take a while for people to believe I'm actually dating someone this time. But they'll get it, I promise.” He places a soft kiss on your lips. “Even if I have to shove away half the girls of California.”

“You're so cocky, did you know that?” You give him a light push, but you move alongside him, leaving the railing behind. “But it's okay. I just... I hope I won't... End up like one of them. Being pushed away.” With a low voice, you look down, the very thought of it breaking your heart a little.

“When you're falling asleep you have the habit of moving your feet,” Billy says, and the subject is so damn random you raise an eyebrow, staring back at him, shrugging your shoulders. “And you take deep breaths as you relax, and it means you snuggle closer to me every time. And almost every morning you find a way to hook a leg around me so I can stay a little longer.”

“You'll have to help me out here because I don't follow.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you cross your arms.

“I was never that intimate with anyone. And I never wanted to, that's why I never took any girls to my apartment.” Billy softly rubs your arms, and for some reason, your attention falls on the exposed part of his chest. The idiot doesn't seem to know what buttons are for... But you don't care. “But with you, I... I want this. And when the issue with your parents is over we will talk about what will come next and–”

“Oh my God!” Someone from inside the snack bar exclaims, turning the TV volume up. “They got them. The police got them.”

After exchanging a glance with Billy, you both rush inside, eyes on the TV. And yes, the police got them. The journalists show the commotion, an abandoned place, all wrecked, as the criminals are dragged out. And the hostages they still held. Soon enough everyone from the bonfire is here too, silently watching. You're relieved, of course, to know the people you grew up with are being released. But it means you'll have to face your parents, and finally make the changes in your life permanent. With a hand on your heart, you stare at the TV without paying much attention.

“Wanna get out of here?” Billy whispers on your ear, and you nod, following him out of the snack bar.

Guess you'll be talking about the future a lot sooner than you thought.

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@multific @dontxfearxthereaper @nope-thanks @nikkixostan @shinydixon @clockworkballerina @infinitelycharmed23 @lilred91

[chub-rye]

Hey Krissy!! This is for you my dear child!! I know I haven’t been around recently but I hope you feel better! I miss you so much bb and I hope you like this ^-^ your a way better writer than me anyways~

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“Kristina!”

The woman jumped startled from behind her desk quickly clicking away from the hero fan forums and looked over her monitor to her boss that was making his way over to her. She stood up from her desk and straightened out her dress shirt as she smiled at him softly.

“Yes sir? What can I help you with?” The older man grinned excitedly as he slapped a file on her desk. Kristina looked down at it before glancing at her boss as she picked it up. “What’s this sir?”

“It’s a new publishing assignment and I know that you're the only person I can trust for this client.” He grinned confidently grabbing her shoulder as his finger poked at the thick file in her hands. She blushed softly and smiled pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she shrugged.

“Wow, I mean- Thank you sir, that means a lot. I promise i'll try my best.” He chuckled and gave her a soft shake.

“Well that’s what’s expected of you my dear, especially with this client. Wish you the best of luck Krissy….. You’re gonna need it.” With one final pat on the shoulder the older man made his way back to his own office leaving his employee to read the file. She sighed and sat down setting the file in front of her looking down at the confidential stamp on the front. Never really gotten a file like this before, or this thick. She worked as a political advisor and a client advertiser, You could call it like a manager to those that needed help with their image. She’s worked with politicians mostly but the company was started to broaden its levels of expertise into the Hero business which had honestly been a bit stressful on all of the employees. THis would actually be her first Hero assignment if the Confidential stamp with bold red letters was anything to go off of but hey! It would be an honor to work for anyone that kept the words safe, even the youngest of heroes needed to be appreciated for they were the Heroes of the future.

Taking in a deep breath she flipped the file open, her bright smile slowly fading as she saw the picture of the hero glaring back at her. Her hands immediately became sweaty and her stomach dropped. Explosive blonde hair and those angry ruby eyes, they were unmistakable. She could already feel the heat rushing up her neck to her cheeks changing her face to a bright rosy color.

Ground Zero, Japan’s most misunderstood rising hero.

…

And Krissy’s long time Hero crush.

She swallowed dryly and started paging through the file, her eyes skimming through pages and pages of public complaints and misconduct reports. They even put in articles that didn't exactly help his case. The initial shock slowly started to fade as her business mode started up. She exhaled heavily and opened up a new profile in her computer and started typing away.

She leaned back in her office chair lightly massaging her palm as she looked at the spread out of documents on her desk. She nodded and started to pile it all together putting the file away in her briefcase before standing up stretching her back moaning softly at the loud pops that ran down her back. She sighed and packed up the rest of her things and shut off her computer ready to leave for the day. It was still a bit early but she did come in really early to fix some issue with a client, so to say she was ready to go home was an understatement. Especially with this new case, she looked down at her desk as she smiled shyly, she was going to be working for THE Ground Zero!!

“Kristina!!” She yelped as her gaze snapped up at her boss who was hurrying towards her. So much for leaving early…

“Yes sir?” She smiled as he typed away at his phone.

“Were you on your way out?” He spoke without looking up.

“Y-Yeah I was about to head ho-”

“Well cancel that.” He interrupted not even listening. He handed her a post-it note shaking it slightly for her to take it. “I need you at this address ASAP. It's about your new client.” She glanced at the note then back at the clock.

“But sir my shift is over.” He sighed and looked up at her.

“Yes I know, I wouldn't be sending you there if it wasn't important. Heroes will be our top priority now, so when it comes to them we are always on the clock do you understand.” She sighed and nodded.

“Yes sir..” She mumbled, grabbing her briefcase and coat. He sighed and ran a hand through his thinning hair.

“Listen Krissy. You get this guy up the popularity poll and I will give you a raise. Any number and I will give it to you okay?” He gave her a pat on her shoulder and walked away back to his office. She looked back down at the note and gasped as she looked at the time scheduled. She hurried out of her cubicle and towards the elevador. She was already running late!!

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“Can you tell me what exactly we are doing here?” Bakugou glared at Kirishima as he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest. “You know I don't like these fancy places.” He mumbled as he huffed. Kirishima could only chuckle and shake his head.

“You do realize you sound like a child right, and dude can you please sit up straight? She's going to be here any minute.” Bakugou looked at him confused.

“She? Who the fuck are you even talking abou-”

“Hello! I'm so sorry for running late I do apologize.” Bakugou and Kirishima were both taken back by the woman who frantically bowed. Kirishima was the first to stand up and laughed softly, extending his hand to her.

“Hey don't worry about it, we weren't waiting too long. I'm Kirishima and you are?” She cleared her throat shyly and shook his hand.

“It's such an honor to meet you, my name is Kristina but everyone calls me Krissy.” She smiled sheepishly as Kirishima gestured for her to sit. She sat down setting her case next to her chair.

“And this guy right here is Bakugou. But i'm sure you know him.” He chuckled as Bakugou glared at him sitting up in his chair, he sighed and turned to look at her. He looked her over watching as she blushed and looked down shyly. He chuckled softly and leaned his elbows on the table.

“So Krissy what are you doing here?” She almost shivered at hearing him say her name like that. She cleared her throat trying to pull herself together.

“I-I well...Im y-your new public affairs adviser, sir.” She managed to say as she twiddled her thumbs under the table.

“New? What the fuck happen with the last one.” He looked over at Kirishima who looked away whistling awkwardly.

“I wouldn't know sir but I promise you that I will do everything I can to make you beloved by everyone. I'm already such a big fan and I can't wait to work with you!” She smiled brightly. Bakugou looked back at her and smirked.

“A fan huh~.” He chuckled and rested his chin in his palm. “Never had a fan work for me before. You sure you wont get distracted?” She blushed at his tone and shook her head.

I assure you sir that work comes first.” Kirishima grinned happily and patted Bakugou on the back.

“Awesome! Alright well I just had to make sure this dude didn't run off. Have fun and don't scare this one off Bakugou.” He got up and bowed before going on his merry way. She sat there watching him leave as she realized it was just both of them left.

“So.” She jumped at his voice and turned back to look at him.

Y-Yes sir.” He smirked at her.

“You sure you aren't going to get distracted? You look like you're about to melt with how red you are.” He chuckled as her face only lit up more. She quickly covered her cheeks embarrassed as he leaned back smiling to himself.

‘Cute’

To say that all of this wasn’t a quick change of pace for Bakugou was a lie, when this girl came into his life she meant business. His numbers went up just by some simple social media pictures that she had posted of him when he wasn’t paying attention. He was obviously upset at first for not asking first but once the public opinion changed he couldn’t really complain anymore. He had never really spent so much time with someone before which was also a welcome change that he had to come to terms with. He noticed when she was and wasn't there, at first it bothered him that she had had an affect on him but slowly but surely he had to face the facts.

He liked her.

Not that it was a bad thing but why?? She was just some quirkless worker so why had she grabbed his attention so much? What about this beautiful woman had him thinking of her almost constantly. He didn’t know…. and he was starting to not care. He sighed as he watched her type away at her laptop as she sat across from his desk. It had been a mellow day and his patrol had ended early due to no crime activity, she must have felt him looking because she glanced up at him and blushed once she met his eyes.

“Oh. Um is everything okay Bakugou?” She smiled softly. He smirked softly, always loving when she got flustered by him just looking at her. Plus he was guilty of using that against her, even to the point of making her wheeze of embarrassment

“What can’t I look at you?” Her blush darkened as she looked away putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a habit he was quick to notice when she got shy.

“S-Sorry I thought you needed something..” She mumbled. He chuckled and stood up walking around the desk.

“Actually now that you mention it. I think I do need something.” She gasped when he slapped her laptop shut leaning over her resting his hands on the back rest of her chair. She looked at him wide eyed as the tip of her ears grew red.

“A-And what might that be.” She held back a squeal as he leaned closer towards her face, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I need you to be my date tonight.”

“D-Date?! Me??” He smirked and grabbed her chin rubbing his thumb gently over her bottom lip.

“Well I’m talking to you aren’t I? I want you to be my girlfriend. How’s that sound?” He smiled at her. One of those smiles she rarely saw and knew were genuine. She sighed softly, her trembling hands resting on his chest.

“That sounds lovely.”

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I love you 3000 Krissy!! You deserve the world my darling @katsuizukiri

[ridiasfangirlings]

How about some Oiran!Fushimi and Client!Yata? Like maybe the Homra boys buy Fushimi for a night so Yata can pass onto adulthood already. Naturally they fall in love but Fushimi is still a prostitute of Yoshiwara and can't leave until someone buys him. Thanks!

I really love the mental image of Oiran!Fushimi, with the makeup andcolorful silks and everything. Say Yata’s part of the swordsman groupHomra who help keep the peace and are generally very popular andrespected, they’re known as a rough group that nonetheless focus onprotecting the weak and taking care of people who try to prey on thepoor. Yata’s a rising star in the group, he’s younger than most ofthem and his height makes people underestimate him a lot but he’sfast and quick learner and he’s extremely loyal to their leaderMikoto, Yata’s always praising Mikoto and is basically Homra’s numberone fan. Because of his age Yata usually doesn’t go with the otherguys down to the pleasure quarter (vice commander Kusanagi would killthem all) but finally when he comes of age the Homra guys are allexcited to take him out for some drinking and whoring. That Yata goesbright red at the very mention of women and can barely talk to themwhen he passes by them in town is not considered an obstacle in theleast, Chitose especially figures the best way to get him over it isto just toss him in the river and see if he floats, more or less.

So since it’s a special day and maybe they just finished a big jobrunning some rogue samurai out of town or something it’s decided thatthey’ll take Yata to one of the most expensive pleasure houses, sothat he can lose his pesky virginity in style. Yata’s not really intothat but he doesn’t want to look like a kid who can’t handle women sohe goes along with everyone, trying desperately to smother hisnervousness as he’s dragged into the pleasure quarter where he’snever even so much as set foot before. Yata would probably be quietlylosing it too, like he keeps staring at everything wide-eyed andspotting heavily made up women staring at him from the windows ofhuge buildings where they’re like almost on display and Yata can feelhis face going redder and redder with each step. Finally they reachthe place Chitose chose and everyone’s all excited, they settle downat a table to drink and let the oiran entertain them. Yata’s a littleconfused at first because his mental image of prostitutes washalf-naked women throwing themselves at him but all the oiran aredraped in silks and makeup and they know a lot of other skills,several are playing instruments or talking with the other patrons orreading poetry and Yata’s like wait are these guys reallyprostitutes. The other Homra guys find that hilarious, like yeahthey’re supposed to entertain you in all ways, get it. Yata’sstill trying to figure the whole thing out when he hears this softscornful tongue click from the oiran who’s pouring him sake. Yataturns to glare at them and finds himself staring into thesecaptivating blue eyes.

Yata’s face starts going red again and he stumbles over his words ashe tries to talk to the oiran, who just looks at him scornfully andsays this isn’t a place for virgins. Yata’s surprised torealize this oiran is male and he’s trying to figure out if the guy’slike in hiding or something, the oiran rolls his eyes and notes thatthere are several male oiran here and hasn’t Yata noticed. Yata’slike how the hell was I supposed to notice and the guy just sighs andis like whatever, I have better things to do than deal withfirst-timers. He leaves and Yata can’t believe that an asshole likethat works in a place like this, like who the hell would want tospend a night with him. That’s when a couple of the Homra guyssidle up to him with matching smirks as they tell Yata that for hisbirthday they bought him a night with the most popular oiran in theplace. Yata’s getting a little tipsy by this point from too much sakebut he’s still sober enough to be really embarrassed. He doesn’tresist too much when one of the attendants offers to lead him to theroom though, swallowing down his nervousness as he tells himself thatit’s fine, this is a coming of age thing after all.

He’s led to a single room with a soft bed and incense burning, thereare pillows arranged on the floor and a drink made for him and italmost looks like he’s in a fancy hotel rather than a brothel. He’ssitting nervously on the floor when the door opens and the oiranwalks in. Yata manages to stutter out a hello and is shocked intomomentary silence when he’s answered with a familiar tongue click andan annoyed ‘Great. The virgin.’ Yata’s like shut the fuck upso what that I’m a virgin, the oiran just sighs like let’s get thisover with. Yata’s halfway drunk but still tense, the oiran sighsagain and offers to massage his shoulders first. Yata’s like I guess,since I bought you for the night and the oiran snorts a little. Yataasks his name and the oiran answers that there’s no point in knowinghis name, but if Yata must know it’s Fushimi Saruhiko. I imagine thatfirst night they don’t actually sleep together – Yata’s too nervousand drunk and Fushimi’s just being an asshole most of the time butthey end up talking a lot instead, Yata drunkenly admitting that he’sanxious about the whole thing and that he wants so badly to fit in atHomra and be just one of the guys you know. Fushimi just indulges himbecause it’s a paying customer but he does find his heart beatingoddly fast every time Yata compliments him, like Fushimi has a fullset of entertaining skills beyond sex and he uses a lot of them whendealing with drunken Yata, like he plays some music and reads a bitof poetry and kicks Yata’s ass at go and Yata’s super amazed eachtime.

The next morning everyone’s congratulating Yata on losing hisvirginity at last and Yata just rolls with it because he’s tooembarrassed to admit that all he did was hang out with the prostituteall night. He tries to say goodbye to Fushimi before he leaves butFushimi blows him off because as far as he’s concerned Yata’s justanother client, nothing more. Except Yata can’t stop thinking aboutFushimi and ends up saving his money to come back and buy a nightwith Fushimi again. Fushimi assumes Yata’s finally ready for some sexthis time but instead Yata just wants to hang out with him again, hehad fun last time and he thinks Fushimi’s kinda interesting even ifhe is a jerk so Yata would like to spend more time with him. Fromthere Yata starts going to see Fushimi every time he has enoughmoney, all the Homra guys and the other oiran assume that Yata’s justanother one of Fushimi’s regulars but they never sleep together, justhang out and talk and Yata feels almost like Fushimi’s someone he canconfide in, while Fushimi feels like Yata’s the first one who everreally saw him for himself, looked beyond the makeup and silksto the person he is. Fushimi doesn’t quite trust the feeling though,he was sold to the brothel at a young age by his asshole dad and he’sbasically assumed ever since that he has to rely on himself tosurvive and no one else.

Then one day Yata overhears one of Homra’s new recruits bragging,they made some big score and a bunch of the newer recruits went tothe pleasure quarter to celebrate. The guy starts talking about howhis parents sent him some cash and he used that and the extra fromHomra to buy one of the popular oiran, one named Fushimi. Yata canfeel the blood pounding in his ears as he hears the guy start to talkabout how great the sex was and how he had Fushimi begging for moreand finally Yata can’t take it and decks the kid. He gets disciplinedby Kusanagi for it and Yata’s like 'but that asshole said thingsabout Saruhiko…!’ Kusanagi knows some about what Yata’s friendshipwith Fushimi and he kinda sighs because he figured this would come upeventually, reminding Yata gently if what Fushimi’s profession is andthat like it or not, as long as Fushimi’s bonded to that housethere’s nothing Yata can do to stop him from spending the night withanyone who can pay for his services.

Yata’s really upset by this sudden reminder of reality and he ends upgoing to the pleasure house with all the savings he has left, wantingto see Fushimi. As soon as they’re alone Fushimi starts teasing himfor being so eager and Yata just grabs him by the shoulders and islike 'I’m going to buy you.’ Fushimi doesn’t get what he means andYata repeats it, that he’s going to buy Fushimi and take him away.Fushimi laughs like that’s a nice idiot’s dream but it won’t happen,my freedom costs more than you can pay, virgin. Yata’s like Iknow and I don’t care, I told you: I’m going to take you away with meand we’re going to be together. His eyes are so intent and honestthat Fushimi finds himself wanting to believe and as they talkto each other they keep leaning in more and more until soon they’remaking out. Making out progresses to sex and the next morning they’relying together in bed with Yata telling it to Fushimi again andagain, that he’s going to buy Fushimi no matter what it takes, sothey can be together.