SMGL:E walks slowly out of SMG1 and SMG2âs house, being careful to shut the door without making much noise. They let out a sigh in relief as the door shuts almost silently.
They look around and gaze up at the night sky. The stars were gorgeous. But now was not the time.
SMGL:E pulls out a small scrap of paper from his jacket pocket. Karen had found it this morning and handed it to her when SMGL:E stepped into McDonaldâs. Neither knew where it came from.
It read:
Dearest SMGL:E,
Meet me by your USB. I may have the answers youâre looking for.
⥠An old friend
It was awfully sketchy, and awfully vague. But the idea of having closure to the gaps in his memories was worth every second, so SMGL:E speed walked in the direction of their USB.
The cool night air brushed their face and ruffled the fluff on their tanuki tail and blew through their fluffy ears. SMGL:E wore a serious and determined look on her face.
Closure... knowing about what happened before arriving in the Mushroom Kingdom... this is exactly everything SMGL:E could ever want!
Several little twinkles appear in the corner of SMGL:Eâs line of vision. A pink one, a teal one, and a blue one. She sighs. They are used to these sparkles appearing at random points throughout the day and donât want them to bother her now, not when sheâs so close to having answers.
From the corner of his eye, she sees the teal spark whizz in front of her in some sort of shape, and for a moment, he thinks he saw the teal sparkle write a word, before it disappears as fast as it appeared.
Stop.
SMGL:E frowns and continues speed walking in the direction of his USB. They will ignore it.
The blue spark whizzes in front of him, just like the teal one, and forms another word.
Donât.
SMGL:E groans and picks up the pace. They maneuver their way into the forest their USB is located.
Whatever these stupid sparkles are, they are trying to stop her from finding answers.
She will ignore them. They keep going.
The pink spark doesnât form any words, but whizzes around her in speedy circles, and feels what feels like a hand grab their shoulder, but thereâs nothing there, just pink sparkles, and itâs not enough to pull SMGL:E back. But itâs enough to startle him and yank her shoulder away.
They groan loudly, stop running, and yell out into the night, to wherever these sparkling entities are around them.
âWhatever you... things are, I want you to leave me alone for just this moment!!â SMGL:E shouts, frustrated. âThis is my one chance at finding out a hint on who I actually am, I need answers, and you wonât take this away from me!â
They stop yelling, and wait for any type of response.
Nothing. No sparkles.
SMGL:E sighs in mild relief and wanders into the clearing of the forest, and spots the USB.
But thereâs a person standing in front of it, their back facing her. Someone who looks familiar, but still someone sheâs never met in their life.
They wore a dark gray vest and a white collared shirt, and long, sleek, black gloves that reached their elbows. They wore dark pants and knee high, sleek boots. Their hair was black and sleek, and in the silhouette of the night, they looked like they had fluffy gray ears, similar to the fluffy ears SMGL:E has, except her ears are purple.
SMGL:E swallows nervously and hesitantly steps closer. They clear their throat. Here goes nothing.
â...You wanted to see me?â Her voice wavered as she spoke.
The figure turned around and SMGL:E sees their face for the first time.
A familiar face, yet so unfamiliar. They had a singular curved, dark gray horn just above their forehead in the direct middle, and three eyes, two in normal spots and one on their forehead, with black in the spots the whites should be. Their pupils were a glowing white color, and they stared at SMGL:E, and a smile curves from their lips.
âI was hoping for the day Iâd get to see you again,â they said. âIâve missed you.â
They walk towards SMGL:E and grins. They were shorter in stature compared to SMGL:E.
SMGL:E tilts their head, a little nervous.
âIâm sorry, I donât know who you are. When I crash-landed here, my memories were all out of whack-â
âThatâs perfectly okay!â They say, the smile not leaving their face. It was comforting, but also... ominous, but SMGL:E wasnât sure how. âI donât blame you for your memories being a little fuzzy. It must be awfully terrifying not knowing what happened prior to this⌠but Iâm here to offer you some answers.â
SMGL:Eâs face lights up and she sighs.
âThank you⌠whatâs your name?â
The mysterious person smiles a soft smile, their glowing white pupils twinkling lightly.
âIgnatius.â
SMGL:E was a little stunned.
Ignatius⌠that sounded⌠extremely familiarâŚ
I.
SMGL:E had a habit of associating colors and words and objects and creatures with specific letters of the alphabet. I, J, K, L, M, NâŚ
Something clicked in her brain.
These letters were people.
And Ignatius was the I.
They matched the exact vibe SMGL:E associated with I.
The one SMGL:E didnât like thinking about for too long. The affection, yet the dread⌠the feeling of being able to meld with this person perfectly, yet the feeling like she will crumble if she allows that to happen⌠the one they associated with black and gray and white⌠the one they associated with the number three⌠it all made sense!
SMGL:E smiles softly, mildly nervously.
ââŚI donât exactly remember you⌠but I remember your vibeâŚâ SMGL:E says softly.
Even if the vibe was a little ominous, having some semblance of familiarity is a relief.
Ignatius smiled softly.
âWhat a relief⌠now for your introductionâŚâ
SMGL:E glances around slowly, mildly confused.
ââŚYou already know my name..? You wrote it on the paper you got to meâŚâ SMGL:E says, tilting his head.
Ignatius chuckles under its breath.
âMaybe so, but you donât know your name, now do you?â
She looks at Ignatius stunned, who just looks at her with a knowing smile.
âYour name, before your memory got wiped, was SMGLore,â it says, walking closer to them. âThatâs what the L stands for. Lore.â
SMGL:E feels their heart race.
LoreâŚ
SMGLoreâŚ
That was the name on the tip of her tongue that they were seemingly always unable to say. Every time she tried to say it, she glitches out a bit, as if he had forgotten it, despite not forgetting it.
ââŚSMGLore..?â
SMGL:E gasps when they realize they are able to say it.
ââŚoh my goodness⌠Lore⌠thatâs me!â
She grows giddy and ecstatic. They can remember his name! After so long, she could remember what the L stood for!
Ignatius gazed up at SMGL:E lovingly, smiling softly. It had been a hot minute since it has seen her smile like that.
SMGL:E turns to Ignatius, beaming happily, before going to his chaotic performance grin.
âNow I can properly introduce myself to everyone I meet!â they proclaim loudly. âIT IS I, SUPER MEME GUARDIAN LORE!!â
The yelling echoes throughout the forest, and Ignatius chuckles softly.
âDo you want to keep the âErrorâ in your name, too?â it asks. âThatâs what the E stood for in SMGL:E, right?â
She grins and shrugs.
âEh. It gets to be a bit of a mouthful, yâknow? Maybe I can drop the âErrorâ sometimes.â
Ignatius chuckles, and SMGL:Eâs smile softens. Despite this being the first time since they lost her memories they have heard Ignatius laugh, it feels like heâs heard it dozens of times before.
Ignatius steps closer to SMGL:E and puts both itâs hands on her shoulders and gazes up at them lovingly.
SMGL:E feels their heart skip a beat in his chest, and they blush lightly.
âIgnatius, hang on, whatâre you-â
Before she could finish the sentence, Ignatius had pulled SMGL:E by the shoulders into a kiss.
SMGL:E freezes and doesnât reciprocate the kiss immediately. Part of her felt horrified that this was happening, but part of them felt like this was right and perfect and wanted it to continue, and yet there was another part that felt ashamed for thinking that, because he wanted to save her first kiss for Karen, and now it had gotten pretty much stolen.
SMGL:E pries Ignatius off of her and breaks the kiss.
âW-Woah woah woah, hang on⌠what was that for?â
Ignatius was a little stunned when she parted the kiss, but composes itself.
ââŚRight, you donât rememberâŚâ they say, smiling softly. ââŚWe loved each other, Lore, yâknow. Before your memories got lost.â
SMGL:E blushes and sighs.
ââŚOkay, maybe we were a couple back before I ended up here, but even if youâve known me all your life, as far as Iâm concerned, Iâve only known you for two minutes, so having my first kiss stolen by someone Iâve only known for two minutes is⌠yeeshâŚâ
Ignatiusâs eye twitches.
âThat was far from your first kiss though, darlingâŚâ they say, a loving smile on its face.
SMGL:E blushes and frowns.
âOkay, whatever, but that felt like my first kissâŚâ they grumble softly. âIâm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I was saving it for someone that wasnât you.â
Ignatiusâs smile falters for a moment, but quickly regains themselves.
âSomeone else..? Who else could there possibly be?â they say.
SMGL:E almost names Karen, but feels the colorful sparkles from earlier return. SMGL:E feels a little frustrated that theyâve returned despite her yelling at them, but doesnât show it on her face. Ignatius canât seem to see the sparkles, which is a bit of a relief.
SMGL:E feels the phantom hand of the pink sparkle gently tug on their arm, almost as if it wanted her to stop speaking. SMGL:E sighs and decides not to say Karenâs name.
âItâs none of your business,â he says. âI came here for answers about my past, not small talk about my love life. I donât want to focus on our history quite yet⌠I just want to know whatâs going on. Tell me where I came from, what am I, how I got here⌠everything you knowâŚâ
Ignatius looks a little less happy than it was earlier, but smiles softly anyway. SMGL:E swears she saw a flicker of Ignatiusâs hair drift up like a piece of ash from a fire into the night.
From the corner of her eye, SMGL:E sees the three sparkles whizzing around, the pink, teal and blue all writing out a word.
Unreliable.
SMGL:E pays it no mind and looks down at Ignatius again, who smiles a charming, yet eerie smile.
Finished these two in record time! I also had them in more dynamic poses to make up for how out of character the other two were (cough cough Beast)
Caleb possesses the Gup-C, while Darwin has the Gup-D! Much like the two before them, they borrow some design points from their main drivers, but it is a lot less obvious now.
Face closeups!
(oh whoops lmao i didn't think darwin would be so close- ah well)
Next up is Emma and Felix! They will be the last of these for a while... At this rate you'll at LEAST get snippets of Emma's design by the end of the month.. I am struggling very hard with Felix :(
Saw that the Tumblr icon on my iPad changed so I went to see whatâs up and WE FINALLY CAN REPLY WITH THE BLOG WE WANT !!! THANK YOU !!! Now staff make it so when you block someone itâs block on all sb too thanks Iâm tired of blocking 3 times
as someone who has been scarred for life by experiences at gay bars, i need people to understand it's beyond tacky to mock people who want queer spaces beyond queer bars- it's dangerous.
let me explain. i went to 2 of my local queer bars a lot last year, as much as i was able to despite being poor. i witnessed a fist fight that was so bloody that ended up with a transmisogynistic drag queen getting hit in the head with a metal baton. the sight caused me to uncontrollably throw up in the bathroom of the club because of how gruesome it was. they had to close down the club and forard people out the back door because of how out of hand this person got- he was screaming transmisogynstic slurs and phrases at the bouncers were were transfem.
i was also sexually assaulted at these places, i was repeatedly groped by several people who i was not interacting with in the first place who found me attractive and decided physically grabbing me on numerous occasions was the way to get my attention. being femme in a queer bar is dangerous even if the people groping you are gay men.
i am also a recovering addict who dealt with alcohol issues in the past and could be considered a recovering alcoholic. i don't want to be around alcohol. i don't want to smell it. it triggers awful memories and also sometimes makes me consider getting a drink, but i can't have one, because the medications i take will cause a fatal reaction- i don't want to be tempted to drink, because it will kill me.
it's not right to mock someone or call them childish or whatever for not wanting to go to a club. whenever alcohol is involved, people's inhibitions are gone and they will do whatever. this includes fighting. i witnessed several other fights. just because it's a queer bar doesn't mean there won't be fights. and it especialyl doesn't m ean that you won't get groped or assaulted because, like i said, since alcohol is involved and it's a bar, there's a high chance this can and will happen.
queer people are not inherently safe angels to be around by virtue of being queer. there are still transphobes in queer bars. tranny chasers come to these bars. homophobic lesbians show up and lesbophobic gay men show up. drag queens and performers bring their cishet friends and family to support their shows. these are not perfect havens. they are not safe. we should not force other queers to interact with inherently dangerous spaces if these are supposed to be our safe spaces.
also these spaces are not friendly to people with disabilities; wheelchair users have nowhere to go especially when it's very crowded. other mobility aids get kicked and knocked over. neurodivergent people can get overstimulated by the deafening music very quickly. photosensitive people can have seizures due to the strobing lights. people with emetophobia like me run the risk of running into those types of triggers. people who are overstimulated by intoxicated people have no choice but to deal with it. dancing is one of the only activities to do other than drink and not many disabled (or even abled) people can dance for extended periods of time comfortably.
not to mention these spaces are not geared toward aromantic or asexual people at all, either. there is a long list of reasons why bars should not be our primary venues of interaction with one another. they serve a specific purpose- for people who want to cruise- but for the rest of us, it's really crucial that we have spaces that provide meaningful interactions with other queers on other levels of our identities.
some people just want to hang out with other queers in a quiet environment and craft, or shop, or drink coffee, or read books together, or just about any other activity on planet earth, and that's not "lame" or "cringy" or bad in any way- these are extremely normal and necessary parts of human interaction that we all require and crave and it's normal to want to do healthy, domestic things with other queers. we need this in our lives.
please take it seriously when people attempt to create queer spaces that don't involve alcohol and bars. it's necessary for our survival and well being as a community.
ââ ËââŠâ§â synopsis: after reader is persuaded into putting herself back out there by long time friend, shoko, she successfully ends up scoring a date. unbeknownst to her, though, the gods have different plansâand one of them seems especially interested in her relationship with ex-husband, gojo satoru.
or in other words: a failed date results in a night of passion amongst former lovers.
ââ ËââŠâ§â contents: 13.5k words, ex-husband!gojo + co-parent!gojo, slight dub-con (alcohol use), dumbification, overstimulation, vaginal penetration, unconventional form of contraception (pull-out method - donât do this), pussy eating + one oc for the sake of plot
ââ ËââŠâ§â note: i know this is really long and most people donât have the attention span for it but PLEASE give it a chance! this is literally the longest piece of fiction iâve ever written and iâm really proud of it :(
songs to listen to for best reading experience: donny hathaway - i love you more than youâll ever know barbara mason - iâm ready partynextdoor - showing you bryson tiller - been that way
After you divorced your ex-husband, and decided to devote all of your time to being a mother, you never really considered getting back into the dating world. Not that you didnât eventually want to settle down with someone new, but the dating world now was just soâdifferent.
Different in the sense that meeting people organically was becoming increasingly difficult. It wasnât like how it used to be in high school or college, and it really didnât take that much effort then to get a manâs number by the end of your outing.Â
When you were in your early twenties, a brush of your hand on a manâs arm wouldâve worked. An âaccidentalâ bump into someone at a grocery store or cafe mightâve ended in a quick lay. Using these tactics today, though, might earn you some weird looksâhaveâearned you some weird looks.Â
Youâre on call with a friend from college when you begin recounting something embarrassing that happened to you recently. At first, the conversation started out about all of the professors you wouldâve slept with (if given the chance), but then, one thing led to another, and she asked you something that made you wince:Â
ââHowâs your dating life been since, you know, Satoru?ââÂ
Thereâs a heavy silence from your end, and she almost thinks you hung up.Â
âI mean, if you want to share,â she splurts, attempting to approach this gently, âI know that after the divorce, I wasnât there for you like you needed, but Iâd like to make up for thatâif youâd let me.â
Shokoâs always been like that. Blunt and charismatic, but gentle and zephyr-light in the way she cares for those closest to her. Itâs a trait of hers that you admire, because not so many people would care to treat your heart with such fragility.
âNo, itâs okay. You can ask, you know, itâs not this secret thing,â you start, sighing before continuing, âit happened, and it was a mutual decision.â
Shoko hums on the other side, âWell, Iâm still sorry. I let us go without talking for far too longâŚâ
âWell, I accept your apology, even if itâs unwarranted. Like I said, it was mutual andâŚthere wasnât really an intense grieving period for me? The only thing that hurt me is that you distanced yourself. I mean, the girls did miss their aunt ShokoâŚâ you say, trying to make her feel bad but not too bad.Â
âI know, I know, Iâm a bad aunt,â she jests, then the tone shifts to something serious. âI think I was just scared because both of you were my best-friends. I didnât want to âpick sidesâ, but I see now that it was a mutual decision, so Iâm assuming you two are on good-terms?âÂ
Again, you pause, âI mean, yeah. Satoru will always be my best friend. We may not be together romantically but heâs such an integral part of my life, I couldnât do thisâall of thisâalone.â After you say it, you feel a weight being lifted off of your chest that you didnât know was even there.Â
You think nobody would understand if you told them this. You think theyâd question how a person could divorce someone whoâs supposed to be their best-friend. And with the way you describe it, theyâd probably think you were still in love with him. But Shokoâs different, she gets it. Which is why saying it to her came so easily.Â
âHe is a great father,â she chimes in, âbut you two rushed into it so quickly, I donât think either of you had time to discover yourselves after college.â
Although she canât see it, you smile. Because she gets it. Even if time did place itself in between the two of you, she was there for most of it, when things were still touch-and-go. When things were fresh, and clumsy.Â
âExactly, that was our biggest gripe,â you admit, âWe didnât afford ourselves that time to grow, and I think that hindered our relationship. We werenât husband and wife first, we were parentsâand we were young, way too young.â
âYou made it, though,â Shoko tries to brighten the mood, âyouâre both amazing parents, and I know those beautiful girls that you created are lucky to have you.âÂ
The intimacy of the conversation sends your emotions into overdrive. You quickly realize how much you missed her, how much you yearned to talk to her. To reconnect on this level.Â
A single tear cascades down your cheek, and you try not to sound like youâre crying when you say, âOk, enough about that. You wanted to know about my shitty dating life, right?â
It happened last week, the grocery store incident. You were out picking up a few things for dinner when you spotted a cute guy standing outside of the aisle a few rows from you. He was fit beyond measure, in looks and strength, and was wandering around aimlessly in pursuit of red pepper flakes.Â
Coincidentally, you just happened to be in the seasoning aisle, and like the good samaritan you were, decided to personally hand-deliver it to him.Â
You wince as you vividly recall the embarrassing ordeal that ensued immediately after.Â
âHey,â you peer from behind the aisle, with a bottle of red pepper flakes in tow. âI heard you mumbling about finding this, and you looked pretty lost, so I thought Iâd pick âem out for you.âÂ
The manâs brows furrow briefly before his lips up-turn into a grateful smile, âOh, cool, thank you so much!â As quickly as the conversation started, it ends even quicker. He gives you a final nod of endearment before heâs turning around on his heels to resume his shopping.Â
âGod, could he be any more dense? The men today really make you work for it, huh?â you mumble to yourself, pulling the bosom of your blouse down until a good amount of cleavage is on display. âOkay, alright. You got this, you got this. This always used to work, right? Yeah, men love boobs.â
Walking up to the man again, you try a different approachâa bolder approach. âNot to be a bother but I was wondering if I could-â
âBabe? Oh, there you are,â a new voice interjects. The owner of the voice emerges from around the corner and walks up to the man with a cart and a baby in tow. Youâre stunned, to say the least. All you can do is stand there and blink in complete and utter dumbfoundment. As you remain in their presence, you take a moment to analyze the woman. Sheâs gorgeous, and toned. A real model-type broad, with feline-ish features that make so much sense paired with the man who appears to be her partner.Â
Oh, you think, and apparently say aloud, too. Thatâs when the woman turns to you, finally acknowledging your much smaller, and much quieter presence.Â
âHi, can we help you?â she smiles, and itâs actually genuine. Toothy and perfect, and totally not jealous. You blink once, twice, before gathering your wits to answer her question.Â
âYeah, uh, no. I actually, uhm, was helping your h-husband. He was looking for red pepper flakes,â you mutter embarrassedly, and point to the bottle in his hand. Upon further observation, you notice that she isnât exactly wearing a ring. You find this odd, especially because his not wearing a ring is what encouraged you to pursue him. Carefully, you prod.Â
âIf I may ask, how come neither of you are wearing rings?â The couple gives each other a look, one that makes you feel like the odd man out. A look that is universally known, and without a doubt, could easily be translated to: âdid this chick really just ask that?â
Still, you smile as you wait for an answer. The woman takes the initiative. âYeah, we donât really believe in rings, isnât that right, babe?â she says so matter-of-factly. You blink again for what seems like the thousandth time, because of all things, you did not expect that to come out of her mouth. Her husband is quick to validate her statement.Â
âYeah, we think rings are unnecessary, you know? You donât need a piece of metal to confirm your feelings,â he says walking to his partnerâs side and wrapping an arm around her.Â
Disgustingly, the two give each other googly eyes before locking lips briefly. You can tell theyâre the type to probably share this information with just about any soul who asks. Today, you just happened to be that unfortunate soul.Â
âAre you married?â she queries, tilting her head against her husbandâs chest.
âI was, now we justâŚco-parent,â you purse your lips, ready for this entire interaction to be over. The woman frowns at your answer, and this time itâs not as genuine.
âAwe, well, Iâm sorry to hear that.â
âIt was actually a mutual decision,â you quip.
âOkay,â she smiles, widening her eyes at her husband to signal a departure, âwell, it was nice meeting you, and thank you for the red pepper flakes.â
The family turns away and heads to the front where check-out is. You donât even buy the items you intended to purchase, just leave your cart in the middle of whatever aisle you abandoned it and leave the store.
âOh, baby, you didnât?â Shoko asks in horror. You nod your head, still forgetting she canât see you and the way youâre sliding down against the wall.Â
âI did, and I shan't ever again,â a laugh erupts from your throat.Â
âI mean, fuck, are we getting old? âDonât believe in rings,ââ she mumbles, âDonât believe in rings, my ass! Is this what the youth are doing these days? Not proposing with rings?â
Now that you think about it, you wonder how that would even work. âYeah, right? I mean, how does that even work? âWill you marry me? But, actually, you should know I donât have a ring for you, so people will have to guess that weâre together purely based on vibes and energy,ââ you mock, in a not-so-great man voice.Â
Shokoâs laughing so hard by the end of your bit that she breaks the sound barrier, and the sound that makes on the phone sends you into your own fit of laughter. You laugh so hard it seems like a stream of pee comes out. Curse your developed incontinence after motherhood.
âGod, youâre so stupid, I canât breathe,â she says exasperatedly, and you know that on the other side sheâs probably keeling over in her bed.Â
âOh, please. I bet you havenât laughed this hard in a long time, bitch.â
âI havenât,â she cackles. This back-and-forth continues until the two of you settle down enough to continue discussing your (pee-inducing) love life.Â
âYou tried any dating apps?âÂ
Itâs a simple and valid question, but it only makes you laugh even harder. You only stop when the other side of the line goes quiet. âWait, seriously?â
âYeah, seriously. Itâs what everyoneâs doing these days! Youâre not that old, you know.â
âShut up,â you kid, â itâs just that I never considered it. I mean, dating apps feel so impersonal. How serious do people even take it?âÂ
âSure, thereâs people who use it for casual hook-ups and stuff, but a lot of people do come out of it with a relationship. Just donât knock it âtill you try it.â
âOh?â you muse, curious. You wish Shoko could see your face, and the weird little dance your brows were doing. âShoko, have you used a dating app before?âÂ
The brunette kisses her teeth. âCanât get anything past you.â
âNever.â
Thereâs a sense of hesitance but you encourage her to elaborate because âshe became estranged from you for almost a decade and needed to pay her duesâ. Sighing defeatedly, she eventually acquiesces.Â
âFine, fine, maybe IâveâŚbeen on a few dates,â she starts, ââand had a few one night stands, maybe more than a few, and maybe even dated a guy that turned into my stalkerââ
âIeiri Shoko! You naughty, naughty girl! Wait, stalker?â
âTo make a long story short, I got a restraining order on that creep. Anyway,â she segues, attempting to change the subject, âWe should make you a profile!â
For the rest of your phone call, Shoko guides you through all of the dating app basics. She offers her expert advice as you scroll through your camera roll for potential photos to use. You go through about a hundred before you finally settle on five that she really likes.Â
The one that she tells you to put first is a photo of you in a bikini. Itâs a few years old but she says you look âradiantâ and that your âtits were practically spilling out of the cupsâ. Plus, for further consolation, she says most people on dating apps are liars.Â
âEveryoneâs got at least one old photo on their profile, doesnât make you a catfish,â she quips, âjust means youâre a nostalgic person!âÂ
âRightâŚâÂ
The next one is a selfie. Youâre smiling big in it, showing your gums, and itâs genuine. Shoko says guys like those types of photos because it shows them that youâre approachable. It also won her over because itâs fairly recent, too.Â
Out of all your photos, thereâs only a select few that were taken within the year. You had to admit to her that you never really took photos of yourself anymore. Satoru took most of your candids. Still, she had a mission. And she wasnât going to be satisfied until she stuck around to see your first match.Â
âAfter the selfie you should put the one of you with the girls.â
The picture sheâs referring to is one Satoru also took. You remember that day fondly, and even now, the memories feel like a warm embrace.Â
about 8 years ago . . .
âDad, mom, look! Hurry!â Hana, your oldest, shouts. Satoru and you are sitting on a blanket up on the sand dunes with Haruki, whoâs trying her best to make a sand castleâto no avail.Â
âWhat is it, hon?â Satoru and you rush over to her, snatching toddler Haruki in the same breath. When you get to the scene, a flood of warmth washes over you upon discovering the âthreatâ.Â
âSee, itâs baby turtles!â Hanaâs squatting in the sand, watching with pure and unfettered fascination as the hatchlings crawl north to the ocean. When she looks up at you, with eyes so bright, and a smile so big thatâs missing two of her front teeth, you want to cry.Â
âOh, hon, thatâs beautiful,â you gasp, lowering to your haunches so that you can join her. Satoru is about to follow suit before deciding at the last minute to go back to the blanket. When he returns, he snaps a picture unbeknownst to you. Eventually, though, you turn your gaze to him and he capturesâwhat he used to think thenâthe âprettiestâ photo of you.
âYou sneaking photos of me?â you squint, pointing at him. He trods closer until heâs standing above you. Then he snaps another. Your headâs tilted up, and youâve got one eye open, and the other closed because of the sun. He always liked when you squinted like that because it made your nose do this cute little scrunch.Â
âYup, âcause youâre my muse.â
Youâre pulled out of your daydream when Shoko says your name on the other line.
âYou still there?âÂ
âYeah, itâs justâŚâ
âJust what?â she queries, waiting for a response.Â
âI wanna use it, but my ex-husband took it. It feels weird, you know? And do I want to use a photo of me with the girls?â
âHon, who cares if Satoru took the photo? Itâs still a good photo, and to answer your second question, why wouldnât you include a picture with your girls?â
âI donât know, I guess Iâm just afraid no one will be interested. Nothing about a picture of a mom with her two daughters exactly screams âfuck meâ.â
Shoko lets out a small chuckle but youâre being serious. âOh, sweetie. Youâre so cute. Milfs are in these days, I donât think Iâm the one getting old, I think itâs just you!â
âHa-ha, laugh at the mom,â you feign annoyance, but give her a laugh in return.
âBut seriously, please use that photo. Nobodyâs going to skip you just because youâre a mom. A lot of men on there have kids of their own, just gotta tweak your settings,â Shoko reassures you.
By the end of your call, the profile is set. You thank your old friend for the previous heart-to-heart conversation, and the time she spent helping you set up your profile.
âKeep me updated, and donât talk about mom stuff, okay? Now, Iâm not saying you canât talk about them,â she begins, âbut show these guys your personality! I know sheâs in the closet somewhere hiding next to our old slutty clubbing clothes.â Â
Then, the both of you say your goodbyes and she wishes you a good-luck on your newly established dating journey. As you lay in your bed, you give your profile a final onceover. Not too bad, you think to yourself.Â
You ended up using all of the photos she had originally picked out for you. Even the beach photo. To compensate for your old photos, though, Shoko made sure that your prompts were witty and full of personality.Â
âIâd match me, I think. No, yeah, these are funny. She did a good job.â
The following day, you open your phone to fifty notifications from the dating app. A tingle of excitement shoots through your body from the tip of your toes, to the top of your head. It takes all of your might not to squeal in the office.Â
âHoly fuck,â you whisper at your desk. The amount of notifications that you initially saw on your homescreen read â50â but when you opened the app, it showed you an overwhelming â100â with a fat plus sign next to it. âWait, are these all the people who liked me? Shokoâs gonna flip.âÂ
Getting up from your chair, you make a beeline to the nearest bathroom. Not that you have to use it, but so you can scroll through all the potential prospects without your boss seeing you on your phone.Â
Pulling open the door to the bathroom, you close it shut behind you and lock it. A few minutes pass in the time youâre able to get through about half of the people who liked you. You end up skipping a lot of them. Theyâre either too young, too self-absorbed, creepy, or just downright not your type.Â
Some stick out, though. Even trick you into thinking theyâre potential matches, but then the other shoe dropsâbecause thereâs always another shoe. Youâll scroll through their profiles, and theyâll seemingly have all the perfect traits: intelligent, witty, handsome, tallâand then, boom. You see their âdonât want kidsâ preference. Every failed match only discourages you more and more.Â
Itâs weird, because your profile preferences are set to âhave kidsâ and you even have a photo pictured with your girls. So why are men liking your profile despite that? After a few more scrolls, youâre just about ready to head back to your desk but thenâyou have a hit.Â
Your finger hovers over the âxâ at the bottom of the screen, then retracts. The guyâs profile at first impression is miles better than the rest, itâs almost too good to be true. His first photo is what piqued your interest. Itâs of him posing for a silly photo with his sons, and heâs got his arms draped around their shoulders.Â
As you scroll down his profile, you see that thereâs even more of him with his children. You take this as a green flag. He wants people to know he has kids, and that he isnât embarrassed to show them off. You admire him for it.Â
The last few remaining photos are an amalgamation of selfies and full-body photos. To the average, well-adjusted adult, looks wouldnât be a deal breaker. But he definitely wasnât too bad on the eyes, and you were not complaining about thatâespecially, after the odd men you had to scroll through to get here. In other words, he was gorgeous and still fit despite being older than you (him, respectively being in his early forties).Â
Checking the time on your phone, you realize that youâre pushing your little âbathroom breakâ. Before heading back to your desk, you decide to respond to his first photo.
You: Cute! Could never get my girls to stand so still for a photo like this now haha :)
Work goes by slower than youâd like, but finishes up just in time when you get a notification from the dating app. Youâre a little more excited than youâd care to admit. Tidying up your workspace, you say your goodbyes to your colleagues and head to the elevator. Absent-mindedly, you rush to answer his message but realize it wonât go through because of the elevatorâs poor service.
Kazuki: Oh, theyâre moody and grown now, donât be fooled. I can't remember the last time I saw my youngest smile.Â
You donât answer his reply until you get home. Actually, you do just about everything but answer his reply: check on the girls, shower, prepare dinner, pour a glass of wineâyouâre nervous, and you donât know why. But you know you should probably answer soon before he becomes disinterested. So you get comfortable in bed with your glass of wine and pull open his chat.
You: Lol, know that all too well. Kids are little assholes, arenât they?
The speed in which he reads your text is startling, you donât even have enough time to close out of the chat. Then, he responds.Â
Kazuki: Hell yeah they are!Â
Kazuki: Sometimes I want to strangle my youngest. Heâs at that age where heâs starting to rebel and question everything. I told him he was supposed to be the âeasyâ one, but his knucklehead brothers are bad influences on himâŚTell me, does it ever get easier?
You: Sounds a lot like my oldest. She used to cling to me like a koala but now sheâs the ring leader, and Iâm the enemy. My youngest still loves her mama, though (for now lol).Â
You: And to answer your question, Iâd like to think so?Â
You take a second before continuing your response. Shoko told you to keep the mom talk limited, but this seems to be working for you so far, and heâs genuinely interested in what you have to say. So for once, youâre going to ignore her advice.Â
You: Kids go through phases. It's our job to reassure them that weâre not going anywhere. No matter how much they push us away or try to, that is :)
Kazukiâs chat bubbles pop up, then disappear. You think heâs deciding on what to say.Â
Kazuki: I can tell weâre gonna get along great. Itâs nice opening up like this, you know? Talking to another parent. If I'm being honest, dating apps have always intimidated meâŚ
Kazuki: People see kids as âbaggageâ, and it really bothers me. My kids arenât baggage. Theyâre the best parts of me. And if someone doesnât see that, then we have no business getting to know each other.Â
Kazuki: Sorry for getting all sappy. Just felt like I needed to say it.Â
His apology makes you frown. It feels like a breath of fresh air to hear someone talk about their kids so lovingly, because you feel the exact same way. Youâre glad you downloaded the app, and you make a mental note to thank Shoko again later (after you debrief her about this).Â
You: Never apologize for speaking about your kids! And if weâre being absolutely transparent, that was my biggest gripe with downloading this app, too.Â
You: Iâm so glad we matched each other. Iâd like to get to know you more. And Iâm hoping the feelingâs mutual?
Kazuki: Itâs more than mutual.Â
Kazuki: Donât want to get ahead of myself but how do you feel about dinner? Thereâs a cool high-scale restaurant in the city that I havenât been to yet. Heard itâs got two Michelin stars despite opening up not too long ago.Â
The prospect of going on a sit-down dinner date has your stomach in knots. Itâs been a hot minute since the last time youâve done so, but youâre eager to know the man behind the screen on a more personal level. Plus, being treated to a high-scale restaurant with two Michelin stars doesnât seem too bad either. Youâre never one to turn down free dinner.
You: Iâd love to, but how soon we talkinâ? Gotta see if itâll align with my schedule.
Kazuki: Howâs this Friday at 8 sound? :)
The days leading up to Friday breeze by in a blur. For the majority of the week, it feels like youâre walking on cloud nine. Eventually, the conversation transitions from the dating app to exchanging phone numbers, and since then, the two of you have been texting back-and-forth everyday.
You talk about mundane things. Work, shows, movies, books youâve recently read, what your kids are up toâbut the other things? The other messages are flirty, and sexy, and filled with so much tension that it could cut a rope in half.Â
In between messages, the two of you have also exchanged a few photos. Nothing risquĂŠ or anything of that nature, just random photos of you throughout the day. The last one he sent was a few hours ago of him at work, captioned with: âCould this meeting be any longer?â.Â
You reply to the message with the âha haâ reaction, in consideration of not wanting to get him in trouble at work (even if he was the one who initiated the conversation). As the days go by, though, you make it a habit to update Shoko every step of the way.Â
Her first reaction to hearing about him was enthusiastic. That is, until you showed her screenshots from his profile. You vaguely remember her saying something that was meant as a compliment, but came out more like an insult.Â
ââOh, heâs a dad!â was her initial response, âoh, heâs a dadâŚand he really loves his kids. Youâre meant for each other.ââÂ
When you tried to ask her what she meant by that, she changed the subject. Every update since then has earned slightly more positive reactions, though.
Today, you ask her for more advice. Only this time, youâre on video call.Â
âShokoooo,â you drawl, âour date is tomorrow! You have to help me find something to wear.â The panic in your voice is so palpable, she can almost feel your shaky hands through the screen. Flipping the camera, you hurriedly pan your phone around the closet.Â
âBreathe, girl, breathe,â she demonstrates first, before telling you to repeat the same motions. âTake me to that section over thereâno, not that oneâwait, yep, there.â You amble over to the area sheâs directing you to through the phone.
âWhatâs that black little number right there?â She points. You prop the phone up on a shelf and scour through the section, tugging out a dress you havenât seen in ages (which has you questioning how she even spotted it because it was pretty far back into the closet). Walking back into frame, you hold the fabric up to your body.Â
Shoko nods in approval, âThatâs the one, babe. Try it on!âÂ
Itâd been about a decade since the last time you wore this dress. Itâd also been about a decade since you were ever this small. Looking in the mirror, you run your hands over every surface inch, every crevice of the dress, in a newfound sense of appreciation for the adult weight youâve gained since becoming a mother.Â
The dress was always stunning but it hugged everything perfectly even more so now. When you walk back into frame, your friend gives you a look of pure adoration. Sheâs so enthralled that she snaps a few screenshots for keepsaking.Â
âThank god itâs Satoruâs turn to get the kids tonight,â she says, ââcause youâre definitely getting some tonight.âÂ
You roll your eyes, reminding her sheâs on speaker phone. âOh, please. Itâs just dinner!â
âNot in that dress,â she retorts, wagging her finger in the camera. While the two of you continue to chat about the details of tonight, a knock on your bedroom door draws your attention.Â
âMom, can I come in?â the voice sounds. Itâs Haruki.Â
âCome in, hon!âÂ
After you give the ok, you turn to Shoko and mouth to her to behave. Haruki turns the knob and enters, closing the door behind her. She sees you standing in front of the mirror before you see her, and silently utters a âwowâ. Youâre just about done putting your earrings in when you join her in the other room.Â
âWhat do you think, bun? Does your mom look hot?â you spin around, smoothing your hands down the length of the dress. You wait in anticipation for her approval, because if anyone could tell it like it is, it was always going to be a kid. Your Haruki was no exception.Â
âYou look really pretty, Mom. Iâm glad youâre going out tonight, I mean, you donât really have friends so I think this will be good for you,â she elaborates, though you wish she wouldâve stopped at the compliment.Â
Still, it puts a smile on your face to hear her verbalize that sheâs okay with you doing something for yourself. You never quite discussed the prospect of getting back out there with your kidsâand not even intentionally. It just never felt like the right time.Â
âYou couldâve stopped at the compliment, punk!â you grab her, then wrap her in your arms, âbut thank you. Love you, bun.â
âLove you more, mama.â Neither of you make the effort to pull away. Instead, you both stand there. Hugging, breathing, embracing each otherâs warmth. You donât always get hugs this good, so when you do, you savor it. Drag it out until your arms and legs get all tingly.Â
Or until someone interrupts. Another knock on the door. This time itâs Hana.Â
âEw, whatâs going on?â Hana feigns a look of disgust. You know sheâs just jealous; sheâll never admit it, though. Which is why sometimes you have to force her to participate.Â
âGet over here,â you scrunch your nose, forcefully pulling her into your tight embrace. She tries to protest but eventually accepts defeat. You squeeze them both until they whine that they canât breathe anymore. Then you squeeze them some more because this oneâs for you.Â
âMy special girls,â you breathe in, taking in all of their love. Soaking it all up so that tonight you have the courage to try again. To allow yourself a love of your own. When you let go, thereâs a sniffle from the closet. It totally dawned on you that Shoko was still on the phone.Â
âTheyâre so big now, they donât even know their auntie,â she fakes a sob, blowing her nose into a tissue.Â
âMom, whoâs on the phone?â Haruki queries with a confused expression etched onto her face. It suddenly dawns on you again that although youâve been communicating with Shoko again, you havenât exactly told them.Â
âHey, you came in here to tell me something right, Han?â Your attempt to change the subject is poorly done, which doesnât come as a surprise to you considering deflection has never quite been an ability you excelled at. Nonetheless, the look of suspicion they give you after is fleeting before they explain to you in unison that their father is here.Â
âYour fatherâs been waiting down there this whole time and nobody cared to tell me?â you whisper-yell, left eye twitching to emphasize your ill-preparedness. The girls only shrug their shoulders in response, like this was something you were just supposed to know.Â
âWell, you did force us into a hug and make us do all that Kumbaya stuff,â Hana mumbles under her breath.
âOkay, enough about all that. Are you guys all packed? Where are your bags? I donât want your dad seeingââÂ
âYou donât want dad to see your date, right?â Hana raises a brow, all knowing. Sometimes she was a little too smart for her own good. You want to blame that on the private schools Satoru had them enrolled in, but really you just know sheâs just a menace in her own right. She learned that from him.Â
âI agree with the kid,â a voice chimes in. You rush to the closet and grab your phone from the shelf. Thereâs a huge, shit-eating grin on Shokoâs face. Somehow sheâs responsible for this. You donât know how yet, nor do you have proof, but you know it.Â
âOkay, thank you, love you, bye!â Before you can hang up, Shoko blurts something.Â
âTell him I said hi,â she begins, ââandnottogetahardonwhenheseesyou!â
You hang up the call and roll your eyes, chuckling to yourself because of her idiocy. When you enter the corridor, you hear a faint sound of hushed voices from downstairs. Itâs only when you round the bannister at the top, when those voices become discernible and louder.Â
You stop at the top, and when your eyes meet his, it feels like all the air in your lungs have expelled. Suddenly, youâre hyper-aware of what youâre wearing, and the fabric, and the way it clings to your body. Neither he, nor you, look awayâyou should, you want to, but you donât.Â
And in the time the two of you gaze upon the other, time stops for a modicum of a second. In this second, you and him are the last two souls in the world. At least, thatâs how it feels anyway before he breaks eye contact.Â
You shift your gaze shortly after, and put on a trained smile. Those eyes of his were always so intense. You guess you forgot over the years how easy it was to lose yourself in the crystalline pools of them. Gathering your wits, you resume your movements and saunter down the imperial staircase.Â
âHey, didnât mean to keep you waiting. Sort of lost track of time, but I think the girls are all packed,â you say, your voice coming to a decrescendo upon noticing the way his eyes trail over your frame. Theyâre unreadable, though. Indifferent, and honestly, youâre not sure how to feel. So, you begin fidgeting uncomfortably with the rings around your finger.Â
Then, he smiles. Itâs eerie and fake. âNot a problem, I havenât been here too long. But, uh,â he begins ambling around the place, touching random objects around the living room, âDidnât know you had plans. Whatâs the occasion? Going out for drinks with your colleagues?âÂ
You furrow your brows, confused with his sudden interests in your plans. It wasnât really like him to prod. âNo, actually,â you rock back-and-forth on the balls of your heels, âiâmâŚiâm going on a date,â you finish with a pursed smile. He only nods his head in response, still walking around the place touching stuff, messing with the picture frames on the mantle. Theyâre all crooked now.Â
âHow come this is the only picture you have up of me,â he asks suddenly. You know, that he knows, the answer to that. And he knows, that you know, youâll indulge in his games anyway.Â
âThe girls wanted them in their rooms. Why do you ask? You want me to go grab them and put âem all up around the house?â Again, he doesnât say anything. Just gives you a final once over before heading back to the foyer to ask if the girls are all set to go.Â
âYeah, but I canât find my tablet, dad. Can I go look for it?â Haruki speaks up. âI thought I packed it.â
Satoru looks at the time on his watch, pinches the crease in between his brows. âSure, kiddo. Can we make it quick, please?â He throws his hand in the air for emphasis, then points to his watch. Haruki nods, then runs up the stairs.Â
âActually, you go on up too and help your sister. You guys are holding up dad,â you turn to Hana and gesture for her to head up with your head. She rolls her eyes, yelling up the stairs for her younger sister to âfreaking hurry upâ.Â
You and Satoru both turn to each other with wide eyes, laughing at the nerve of those children.Â
âThey get that attitude from you, you know,â you point to him, driving your index finger into his bicep.Â
âYou sure? Their momâs got a pretty bad mouth on her, too. Or, have you forgotten?â He teases, bending his knees slightly to level his eyes with yours, intruding into your space. The smirk he dons is cheeky, too friendlyâtoo inviting. You want to smack it off of him.Â
âOh, shut uââ the sound of your phone chiming interrupts your banter. Itâs a message from Kazuki, and you open it while Satoru stands over you. Probably close enough to read the message on his own if he wanted.Â
Kazuki: Hey, I hate to do this but I donât think I can go through with tonight.Â
When you read the message, your heart drops into your stomach. There goes the other shoe, you think, fully embracing your pessimism. Who were you kidding, really? To think that tonight youâd go out and have a good time. Do something for yourself. It was stupidity.Â
Chat bubbles pop up on the screen. He has more to say.Â
He has more to say, and youâre fighting the urge to cryâto not shake out of sheer frustration while youâre still standing in front of Satoru. Because nothing would be worse than him seeing you canât even land a date.Â
Kazuki: I recently just went through a divorce, and I know that I should have informed you about this before continuing our conversationsâŚEspecially since youâve been so transparent with me about your own divorce and strife.
Kazuki: But if Iâm being completely honest, I was scared. I genuinely wanted to see this through, at first. I wanted to forget about my ex-wife for just one night. But I realized Iâve been asking the impossible of myselfâŚIâm still in love with her, and itâs because Iâm in love with her that I wonât allow myself to lead you on any further.Â
Kazuki: I think we wouldâve had a good time tonight. It's unfortunate we had to meet under such circumstances because youâre a really lovely woman, and Iâm sorry an asshole is standing you up right now.Â
Kazuki: Take care. I know thereâs a guy out there just waiting for his shot.Â
Satoru takes notice of the way your face drops as you read over the messages. Part of him wants to overstep his boundaries and take a peek at the screen. But he doesnât. He gives you your space and takes a seat on the couch, waits for you to say something first.Â
In the meantime, he studies your face. Watches intently as your eyes become glossy the more you scan the messages, watches as your bottom lip catches between your teeth to hold back from crying. He thinks he knows what just happened.Â
Taking a deep breath, you lock your phone and put on another trained smile, âWell, looks like Iâm staying in tonight.â Satoru dislikes when you do that. When you put on a fake smile and overcompensate to make others around you feel better, even when itâs so very obvious you arenât. He wishes that sometimes you would just be selfishâact out.Â
And then you continue the façade. It makes his skin itch.Â
âI was too tired anyway, guess I can just catch up oââ
âWill you stop,â he spits, rising from his seat on the couch to stand. It comes out harsher than he intended, but he doesnât regret it. You look at him like heâs got two heads as he walks over to the mantle and leans against it. His back is turned towards you, and the palms of his hands hold the crest of it. He uses it as leverage to rock on the heels of his feet. You can tell thereâs something he wants to say because of the way his jaw ticks.Â
Satoru is never one to bite his tongue, so youâre not exactly sure why heâs choosing to be so restrained. If he wasnât going to spit it out, you were going to poke. âWhatâs your problem?âÂ
He chuckles at this, rubs his chin then pushes off the mantle to stand in front of you, gets all in your space again. The movement almost sends you back but you hold your ground, tilt your chin up at him and repeat the question. Slowly, this time with more venom.Â
âMy problem? Whatâs your problem?â He breathes through his nose, his eyes flickering back-and-forth between your own. âWhy do you always pretend like youâre not lonely? Itâs okay if you were looking forward to having fun tonight. Itâs okay to be upset and be mad at the asshole who stood you up!â
With every verbal prod at you, the gap between you decreases. His feet inch closer and closer to your own and force you to retreat farther until your back hits the wall. The coldness of it causes your breath to hitch, and you try to stay calm as Satoru encroaches more into your personal space. Being on the receiving end of his passion was always suffocating, you feel exposed under the intensity of his gazeâeven more so as he continues to tear into you.Â
âWhy do you even care?!â you cut him off, eyes wide and veins pumping full of adrenaline. âItâs not your place to be so invested in my life anymore! Weâre not together, you donât have to get so hot and bothered about things going shitty for me. Iâm a big girl, and Iâm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles.âÂ
By the time you finish, youâre a heaving, shaking mess. He takes this as a sign to withdraw from your space, and goes to sit back down on the couch. When you finally settle your nerves, you join him, leaving a foot of space in between you. Thereâs an awkward silence, one that wouldnât have even happened if he just respected your boundaries in the first place. Now he feels like the asshole instead of the actual asshole who dumped you. Taking a hesitant breath, he decides to speak up.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry. I didnâtâŚIt wasnât my intention to come off so strong like that,â he begins, âI just wanted to let you know that you donât always have to pretend to be fine. Itâs not fair, you shouldnât do that to yourself.â His eyes wander over to you reluctantly, like heâs scared that if he looks too long youâll disengage from the conversation.Â
âItâs okay,â your voice is small, just above a whisper. You want to face him, but you know that if you do, you'll break into a million pieces. So you keep your gaze downward, busy yourself with the stray pieces of thread on the bottom of your dress. âYouâre right, you know. I think I justâŚI think I just tell myself to expect disappointment so that when something bad happens, Iâll know itâs not because I got my hopes up.âÂ
Satoru turns to you, and you can see him frown through your peripheral. Still, you donât face him because youâre not done talking. But you thank him silently for listening without interrupting.Â
âEven though youâre right, I donât appreciate the way you came on so strongly. Weâre not married anymore, weâre not a coupleâweâre co-parents. So if thereâs something I want you to know about thatâs outside of the scope of our kids, Iâll let you know. Otherwise, leave it alone.â
Satoruâs face softens. For once youâre being selfish, putting your foot down. This is the side of you he likes. âOkay. I respect that,â he says, âBut can I ask you something?â The smile on his face is mirthful, like heâs got something else up his sleeves this evening. Skeptical, you finally face him with a raised brow.Â
âWhat?â
âLet me take you to dinner.âÂ
You laugh in his face, even go as far as smacking his arm because you want him to know you found the joke really funny. He doesnât budge, and thatâs when you realize heâs being serious.Â
âWait, what?âÂ
âLetâs go to dinner,â he stands up, crossing his arms across his chest. You tilt your head in disbelief. Youâre just waiting for someone to tell you youâre on that old reality show punkâd.Â
âFunny, I just poured my heart out to you and now youâre making fun of me,â you roll your eyes, feigning annoyance.Â
âIâm being serious,â he reassures, âyouâre already dressed up. Itâd be a shame for it to go to waste.â His eyes are twinkling with hope, and once again, you find yourself falling victim to their persuasiveness.Â
Being under Gojo Satoruâs gaze was suffocating.Â
Giving in, you ask, âSo what are you gonna do? Drive all the way home to get dressed?âÂ
The question is genuine, but the bastard just grins. âIâm a little hurt,â he throws a hand over his heart, âdonât you know me by now? Iâm a businessman. I keep pressed blazers and slacks on me at all times.â
He swings his keys around his index finger, hoping that the promise of a spare change of clothes being in his car is enough to convince you to say yes.Â
âI donât knowâŚâ you trail.Â
âCâmon, let me take you out. I promise you wonât regret it.â
Somehow he was able to persuade you into going out. After he changed into his spare clothes, you ended up telling your girls that there was gonna be a change of plans, and that theyâd go home with their dad tomorrow.Â
Of course, before leaving, you made sure to leave some money on the table for pizza, and you also made sure to drill into their heads not to open the door for anyone except the delivery guy. You knew they knew the drill already, but it didnât feel right to leave without saying it anyway.Â
âBe good, listen to your sister, sheâs in charge,â you pinch Harukiâs cheek. Hana smirks, nodding her head in agreement with you.Â
âI will mom, I know,â she huffs, crossing her arms.
âAnd you,â your finger wags at Hana, her smirk drops. âDonât provoke your sister, be nice. Act like you love each other, please.âÂ
âFine, whatever. I guess,â she grabs the knob to the door, ready to kick the both of you out already. âSo does this mean the two of you are back together, or?âÂ
Satoru and you turn to each other before answering in unison, âNo.âÂ
âOkay, cool. Well, have fun,â she practically closes the door on the two of you, locking it after. Satoru is just as dumbfounded as you are, but then you break into a fit of laughter.Â
âThose kids, man.â
âYour kids!â you correct, pushing him playfully as the both of you walk down the pebbled pathway. He finds his equilibrium in time to unlock the car and open your side of the door. You pause before ducking inside.
âOh, how gentlemanly of you,â you jest, âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â
âHow could it be when Iâm alive?â He says matter-of-factly, closing your side of the door. He taps the top of the car before sliding across the hood to the other side. Nice to see some things never changed.Â
When he gets inside and turns on the car, he puts his hand on the back of your seat to back out. The proximity sends a shiver down your spine, and you have to physically refrain from letting your eyes linger on his jaw, and his arms, and the face he makes when heâs trying to concentrate.Â
You try to dispel these less-than-friendly thoughts by looking somewhere, anywhere else but him. But you canât, and itâs irritating.Â
This is the second time tonight youâve been this close, and itâs only this time that you realize something about him isâŚdifferent. Earlier, he didnât really smell like anything, but you quickly notice his smell has changed.Â
Thereâs a sort of piney scent coming from him. Itâs not strong or obnoxious enough to blind your nostrils, but itâs enough for you to just barely pick up on it. You almost think it was premeditated, that he took the liberty of spritzing some on before walking you to the car. Before you separated, heâd made it a habit to wear variations of woody scents for you. If you can recall correctly, a passing comment you made about the cologne he was wearing that day is what sparked the habit.Â
Surely, this couldnât be coincidental?Â
âYou smell nice,â you blurt, filling in the silence.Â
Satoru glances at you, âThank you.â You hate that from the corner of your eye, you can see his stupid little smirk growing bigger by the minute. He already had a big ego, it didnât need to be stroked any more.Â
âDonât let it go to your head, though. You usually smell pretty rank.â
âOhhh, is that so? Guess I gotta start wearing this more often then, huh?â
âSure, do what you want,â you say, trying to remain indifferent even though youâre failing terribly to hide your smile. When the car approaches a red light, you finally decide to ask the big question. âSo where are you taking me?âÂ
âYouâll see,â he glances over, âJust know Iâm good friends with the owner, so last minute reservations weren't a problem.âÂ
The rest of the car ride is silent, save for the low hum of the music playing on the radio. When you arrive at the location, Satoru makes sure to walk all the way around to your side of the door again and open it. Immediately after, the two of you are greeted by a young male. Heâs wearing a white button down, black slacks, and a black vest with a red tie. Judging by his appearance, you assume heâs a valet driver.Â
Satoru drops his keys in the driverâs hands, and escorts you towards the entrance. The boy bows and goes to park the car. Looking around, you start to wonder where exactly this place is supposed to be. The area is dark and secluded, and from where you stand outside, it doesnât sound like thereâs supposed to be a restaurant here. You donât hear any voices, you donât even see any security or other passerbyers.Â
Still, you follow behind him like a duckling, only coming to a halt when he leads you to a door taller than the both of you. He gestures for you to back up, then raises his knuckles to blow a strong, single knock. Youâre taken by surprise when a set of angry eyes appear behind a slot in the door.Â
The pair of eyes first scan over you, then Satoru. A gruff voice is second to accompany them, âWhere can I get a good drink?âÂ
âI heard the bar down the street is nice,â Satoru answers. The hatch to the door closes, then swings open the door, and the man behind it moves aside to welcome you in.
âFollow me, please.â Once he closes the door, he begins guiding you down the dimly lit hallway. After making what seems like your hundredth turn, you eventually reach a staircase. The man gestures for you to go on ahead, and you think this is him implying where the three of you will depart.
âThank you,â you say softly, disappearing down the stairs. Satoru isnât too far behind, keeping a pace between you. As you near the end of the long, narrow hallway, a stream of white light brightens up your whole path. It leads you down to another door like a beacon of light, and when you reach it, you can hear voices, live music, and dishes clanking on the other side. Itâs bustling with life. A huge, joyous smile plasters across your face. Itâs almost child-like in appearance, like you havenât seen something this cool in a long time.Â
Satoru stands beside you and winks. âWhat dâya think? Any idea yet where we are?âÂ
âI think this is fucking cool, and hm,â you take a second to mull it over, âare we at a speakeasy?âÂ
âSmart girl. Now come on.â Stepping back, you allow him to pull open the door, and when he does, there isnât a word to describe the atmosphere of the place you step into. All you can do is stand there in astonishment. Before long, a man walks up to you.Â
âWelcome, what is the name you reserved under?âÂ
âGojo.â
Nodding, the host instructs you to follow after him. He leads you to a private seating area, somewhere far in the back thatâs secluded from the other patrons. The space is much bigger, and much more extravagant. You know youâre only sitting way back here because Satoru is who he is. And in all the years youâve known him, his connections were just another party trick in his arsenal.Â
The hostess seats you, then Satoru, and tells you that a waiter will be with you shortly.Â
âThis is nice, really nice, but is itââ
âLegal?â he finishes your sentence, âdonât worry. Itâs a modern speakeasy-style restaurant. Thereâs nothing illegal going on here, promise.âÂ
While you wait for your designated waiter, your focus shifts from the man in front of you to the man singing on the stage. Up until now, his voice was white noise in the background, but then he started singing a tune scarily reminiscent of your pastâand your breath catches in your throat.Â
If I ever leave you, baby
You can say I told you so
And if I ever hurt you
You know, I hurt myselfâŚ
Turning your gaze back to Satoru, you squint your eyes mirthfully in disbelief. You wonder if this is just a funny coincidence, if this is the universe playing her tricks, but you know deep down, that coincidences and Gojo Satoru donât belong in the same sentence.Â
You open your mouth to speak, but quickly close it when you see the waiter approaching from the corner of your eye. He greets the both of you with a polite smile, then sets down two glasses of water.Â
âGood evening, Iâll be your waiter for the night,â he says, placing a menu in front of you, âCan I get you fine folks started off with a bottle of wine?âÂ
Satoru nods, tells him to bring the best bottle of red they have and then gestures for him to come closer so that he can whisper something in his ear. All the while, you sit back in your seat observing, clicking your nails on the table until the server pulls back and bows.Â
When he departs, you immediately lean in over the table, and ask, âJust how much time did you have to plan all of this?âÂ
Satoru feigns aloofness, taking a sip of his water, âWhat do you mean?âÂ
You roll your eyes, gesturing at the stage with your eyes. Then, as if suddenly coming to a realization, he goes, âOh, that? Yeah, I had nothing to do with that. But isnât it funny theyâre playing our old song?âÂ
Now heâs smirking, with his elbow leaning back on the chair, and a gaze so piercing, youâre certain youâll crumble into nothing unless you look away. So you do, avert your gaze back to the stage and sway calmly.Â
Is that any way for a man to carry on
Do you think I want my loved one gone
Said I love you
More than youâll ever know
More than youâll ever know
âSo funny,â you counter.Â
Eventually, the server comes back with a bottle. â1982 Chateau Latife Rothschild,â he holds it out to present, âIs this alright?âÂ
Despite the years spent with Satoru, and the many elitist events you often attended with him, your knowledge on wine had never surpassed anything but surface level. You knew the difference between good wine and cheap wine was the taste, but your taste buds had grown accustomed to store-bought, so if anything, store-bought tasted like heaven to you. Anyway, though, you nod your head and urge him to pour a glass.Â
âThank you,â you smile, before gently swirling the glass and bringing it up to your nose to smell (something you only know to do after being the odd man out at so many company banquets). Satoru waits for you to sip your glass before he sips his. The way you melt into your seat is a silent assurance that youâre pleased.Â
âThis is great, youâre amazing,â you tell the server, who seems pleased by your compliment.Â
âGlad to be of service, miss. Are you ready to order?âÂ
Dinner goes by smoothly. In fact, it goes by so smoothly, you and Satoru finish the entire bottle of wine. Now you sit at the table, bellies full, faces flushed and sore from laughing, and now you find yourself telling him about the grocery store incident. If you had half a mind (a sober one), youâd shut up right this second to save yourself from the embarrassment. But you donât. And Satoruâs very persuasive when youâre tipsy.Â
âKeep going,â he leans in, hand nestled under his chin. Heâs completely invested in the story. Actually, as soon as he heard the words âstoreâ and âcute guyâ, he just had to know more. And you begging him to change the subject didnât help, not when the sadist in him loved to see you so embarrassed.Â
âFine,â you hiccup, âIt was so - so bad, Toru.â He doesnât miss the way you slip and call him by the nickname youâd always reserved for him. It makes his heart race, and god, does he miss the way it sounds spilling from your lips. But he ignores the feeling, and refocuses on your story instead. Which, by the way, was proving to be a task in itself because his eyes couldnât stop drifting back down to your lips. So soft, soâ
âAnd then she said âwe donât believe in rings,ââ you whisper, fist coming down on the table. The sound it makes nearly sobers you up, and you realize just how loud youâre being despite your table being secluded from others. Giggling like a kid, you continue, âI mean, how fucking insane is that?!âÂ
âSomething as bizarre as that could only ever happen to you,â he replies, laughing along with you, âthose people were crazy.âÂ
âThe craziest,â you agree, throwing your head back in another fit of laughter. Gradually, the two of you begin to settle down, and once again, you find your attention being drawn back to the man on the stage. Only this time, heâs making an announcement.
âGood evening ladies and gentleman. Tonight Iâve got a special request,â he says, looking out into the audience. Looking at you. âThis oneâs for a very special lady who, from what Iâve been told, is a great mother that needs to start doing things for herself.âÂ
The singer steps out of the spotlight and hands the note to a server. Your server. Then he begins to sing, and your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. It was your wedding song.Â
[...] I donât even know how to love you
Just the way you want me to
But Iâm ready (ready) to learn (to learn)
Yes, Iâm ready (ready) to learn (to learn)
âNow this one? This one was me,â Satoru leans forward, and you swiftly turn your head to face him. He smiles as he watches your face go through ten different emotions before ultimately softening. It warms your heart to see how incredibly planned this evening was, despite the amount of time he was given to work with. Even so, it kind of scares youâbecause then that meant this was a grand gestureâthat this was his way of saying something. And you werenât too sure if you wanted to hear it. Your gaze drops to your lap, and Satoru frowns.Â
To fall in loveÂ
To fall in love
To fall in love with youâŚ
âLook at me,â he says softly, but you donât. âHey, look at me.â He reaches over the table to take your chin in between his fingers. The touch alone feels electric. Sends liquid hot lightning down the column of your spine. Reluctantly, you meet his gaze, and like always, itâs suffocating. Theyâre so wide with hope, and so, so gentle in the way they hold you. The longer you gaze upon them, the more you convince yourself itâll be okay if you surrender to them.Â
âItâs been years since weâve divorced,â his voice is shaky, almost strained, like heâs actively thinking how to choose his words carefully, âand when we sat down that night, I thought it was what I wanted, too, you know? And for a while, it was,â he reaches a hand across the table to rest atop your own, âbut you gotta knowâŚyou gotta knowâyouâre it for me. Thereâs no one else on this Earth that I want to start over with. Youâve always been the beginning and end of my story, and Iâll be damned if I let another man start one with you.â
Your heart is beating faster than you can even process what heâs saying. The only thing youâre focused on is not passing out in the middle of this damn restaurant. But then heâs squeezing your hand, and your focus is drawn back to those piercing, pale blues that even put crystals to shame.Â
âSo what do you say?â he says, so softly, so tender. âCan we try again?â
Waiting for your reply, he squeezes your hand again. Itâs like your soul is wandering the line between death and the living, and his touch is the tether that brings you back. In the background, the tune of the song sung at your wedding gives you a push of courage.Â
I donât even know how to kiss your lips (kiss your lips)
At a moment like this
But Iâm going to learn how to doÂ
All the things you want me to
Yes, Iâm ready
(Are you ready?) Yes, Iâm ready
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love right now
âYes.â
The walk back to the car is hurried. Aided by both, years and years of built up tension, and the liquid courage currently bubbling in your systems.Â
The race back to his apartment is even faster. You thank the gods silently that itâs within close proximity to where you just were.Â
Once you get there, make your way past the doorman and concierge (who both give the two of you a knowing look), go up the elevator, and finally get into his loftâitâs over. Years of restraint, years of pretending, wantingâyearning, come crashing down.Â
Thereâs barely any time to close the door before heâs pushing you against it. His lips trail down the column of your neck, then come up to kiss your jaw, until eventually, they find your lips. And when they do, itâs instantaneousâthat familiar feeling, the feeling that feels almost like falling.Â
Once again, for what felt like centuries, you feel again the rush of helplessness. The push and pull of the tide. It brings you down, down, down to the bottom of the ocean floor, and itâs unmerciful.Â
Kissing Satoru is like being shocked with ten thousand volts of energy. Like all this time youâve spent not kissing him, has been costing you your life, and heâs the only one who can deliver you salvation. Itâs all teeth and tongue for a minute. Messy, and sticky, and nasty. A true testament to the desperation brewing in the pits of both your stomachs.Â
The sensation of it all has your knees going slack, and thatâs when he saysâ
âJump.âÂ
Obeying, you do just that. Jump right into his arms, and wrap your legs around his torso like youâve done so many times before. The way you feel now is the way you used to feel before then, too. Like you were made to fit like this. To be held in his arms like you were molded from the same clay.Â
Carefully, he adjusts his grip on your body. Keeps his palms planted on the bottoms of your ass, and begins the trek to his room. He struggles a bit getting there because you havenât stopped kissing since entering the apartment, but he figures it out after a stumble or two (which resulted in a bitten lip and you apologizing profusely through giggles).Â
âThe turbulence up here is crazy, donât blame me, blame the pilot,â you jest, kissing down his neck to make up for it.Â
âIâll make sure to let him know,â he jokes back. As soon as he gets to the bed, he sets you down at the edge of the bed. You try to bring him down to your height but he stops you, wags his finger in your face playfully before using it to push you back into the bed. His fingers start to play with the fabric of your dress, and then his face takes on an indifferent expression. The same one from earlier that night when he first saw you walking down the stairs.Â
âCanât believe you were gonna wear this for himâŚâ he trails, lifting the fabric up slowly, eyeing you while doing so, âas if this dress doesnât mean something.âÂ
Of course, when Shoko chose it, its significance did make you falterâbut in your defense, not once did you ever anticipate for him to see you in it. And you especially didnât expect for him to remember it, the last time you wore it was almost a decade ago.Â
âI didnâtâŚâ you start, a smile creeping on your lips, âthink you remembered?â
ââCourse I did, how could I not?â He says more sharply than intended, taking offense. He takes offense because he spent the better half of the night showing you he remembered. The little things and everything else in between. Couldnât you see that?
âIt was our 4th anniversary. Bought you this dress and fucked you in it that same night. Funny how the second time Iâm seeing you in this dress, the circumstances are the same except only this time weâre divorced,â he says, crawling over your body. âGuess I gotta show you just how much I remember.âÂ
With that, he slips a hand under your dress, pulls your panties to the side and runs a finger down your slit. Oh-so-willingly, do you spread your legs for him. Itâs almost subconscious, the way your body responds to him. And he revels in it. Lets his fingers work you, feel you, bring you to ecstasy. Then he heightens your pleasure tenfold when he kisses his way down your body, and takes a seat before you on his knees.Â
Unceremoniously, he pulls your body to the edge of the bed. Takes his time slipping your panties down the length of your legs, then kisses the insides of your thighs, before finally stopping at your mound.Â
Slowly, he lowers himself to your cunt, kisses your clit softly. Once, twice, three times. The pace in which heâs moving is killing you, to say the least. But you know heâs savoring the moment, making up for all the years he spent not kneeling like this between your legs. So you let him; let him caress you all over before he comes seeking the honey-sweet salvation dripping from your core.Â
The second his tongue makes contact with your heat, you find yourself clamping a heavy hand over your mouth. âFuck, Toruuuu,â you drawl, back arching off the bed. Pleased with his abilities, he smiles smugly, using this as an opportunity to push himself even deeper. Up and down, he licks at your slit, uses his fingers in tandem with his tongue to prod at that spongy spot he knows you love.Â
âTastes,â a harsh suck, âso good,â another, âbetter than I remember.âÂ
You know heâs talking, but his words fall on deaf ears. Youâre so caught up in your own high, you donât even take notice of the obscene sloshing sounds coming from your pussy, or the moans youâre making. All you can do is lay there and take it as he takes, and takes, and takes from you.Â
Soon, you find your orgasm cutting through you like a knife, and you come with a strangled cry that has you biting back tears. Satoru talks you through the whole thing. He lays his head down on your thigh and continues working you with his fingers until you start to shake from the overstimulation.Â
For a few, you lay and stare at the ceiling. You think you can see the Milky Wayâand all the constellations that make it up. It feels like your soul is floating beyond your physical body, and you donât come back down to Earth until a sharp, stinging sensation brings you back. Did he just?
âDid you just bite me?â you lift your head, peering down to see the evidence. In all its glory, there it was; a red ring smack-dab in the inside of your thigh with teeth imprints. Looking at Satoru, he grins.Â
âHad to get you back from earlier,â he says, sitting back on his knees. You attempt to kick him with your foot, but he grabs hold of it. Pretending to be wounded, he gasps, âIs this how you treat the man who just gave you a soul-shattering orgasm?âÂ
You roll your eyes, but to your dismay, it only encourages him to continue.Â
âFuck, Toru,â he mimics, âoh my god, Toru. You fuck me so gooââ
âAlright, enough!â you manage to kick him this time, laughing as you bring up your hands to cover your face. âKeep carrying on like that and I wonât let you fuck meâŚâ Youâre serious in your bite, but heâs smirking. Like he knows youâre full of bullshit.Â
âYeah right. You and I both know I make you feel too good.âÂ
Feeling bested, you scoff, though, thereâs no real weight behind it. While he begins to remove his shirt, you sit up and replace his hands. He relinquishes control and allows you to unbutton it until the item falls haphazardly to the floor.Â
Heâs so beautiful, you think. Still so chiseled, so perfect after all these years since youâve last seen him like this. At his most vulnerable. The only difference now is that there are more freckles littered across his skin. Back then, heâd say they were signs of aging, and heâd hate them.Â
But heâs older now. More mature. So much so that he even winks at you when you trace your fingertips over them.
âThey suit you,â you whisper.Â
âYeah?â
You nod your head, âmhm.âÂ
Continuing your ministrations, you begin removing his belt. He holds your gaze the entire time it takes for you to unzip his pants and pull them downâand he doesnât once shy away when you discover the wet spot on the front of his briefs. Slowly, delicately, you remove the soiled item and let it fall down to the floor with the rest of his clothes.Â
Still looking at him, you take hold of his length and fist him once, twice, experimentally. A dribble of pre oozes from his slit and you bring it to your mouth. All the air in his lungs expel into the air when you lick it off with your tongue, and god, he thinks he could come from that alone.Â
God, heâs missed you. Missed your touch, your lipsâthe way you hold him with your eyes like heâs something worth being gentle with. Nothing could ever compare to you, not even his own hand.Â
As soon as youâre about to take him in your mouth, he stops you. Pushes you back down onto the bed and slots himself between your legs. âNo more playing, Iâm tired of playing,â he breathes, lowering himself down until half of his weight is on top of you.Â
Guiding his cock to your entrance, he pushes past your folds with little resistance. The feeling of your cunt squeezing him in has his arms wobbling like jelly, but he musters enough strength somehow to stay up. You, on the other hand, are close to tears.Â
The more he eases himself in, the more you feel like youâre being stretched open (despite him previously prepping you). If you were being truthful, this wasnât a complete shock to you. Youâve known that heâs always been big, but something about tonight feels different. Or maybe itâs just been too long since youâve had something more than just your own fingers.Â
Even so, you try your best to ignore the burn of the stretch. You throw your arms around his neck and invite him deeper into you, hooking your legs around him so tightly that it renders his limbs useless. For a minute, all you can feel is the weight of him inside of you, and his chest against yours as they rise and fall asynchronously.Â
âToru,â your voice is just barely above a whisper, but enough to make the hairs on the nape of his neck stand. âMake love to me.âÂ
Heeding your request, he begins moving. Painfully slow, he unsheathes himself from you until only the head of his cock is inside, then pushes himself all the way back in with force. Again, and again, he repeats this motion. Pulls out, pushes in. Pulls out, pushes in, until he decides to increase his pace and set a steady rhythm.Â
Every thrust into you is meticulously calculated. Sharp, and forceful, and not once does he disrupt the rhythm. He listens carefully to the sounds you make. Even listens to the way your breath hitches when he hits a spot right. Everything heâs doing is perfectâand itâs to no surprise. Deep down, you know that Satoru knows your body like the back of his hand. Heâd know it if you were all old and wrinkly. Heâd know it if his soul reincarnated. Hell, heâd know it blind.Â
âMissed this,â he grunts, burying his head into the interstice of your neck, âmissed you,â a kiss to your neck, âmissed us.âÂ
The veracity of his words render you speechless. Heâs already professed his feelings for you tonight, but it feels even more real now that youâre beneath him. To be loved by Gojo Satoru was a feeling many couldnât say they had the consolation of knowing. Only a few in his circle could hold that positionâbut only one person in this world could truly ever know his love to its fullest extent. You.Â
Satoru continues his mindless rambling, âI love you,â a thrust, âitâs always been you,â another, âwas always going to be you.â Leaning back on his heels, he pushes your dress all the way up to reveal your breasts. Now itâs him who sits back and admires this time. As if he were reacquainting himself, he traces the planes and pastures of your chest with an eager hand. He runs it up and over each mound, squeezing and kneading the flesh experimentally.Â
Then, he dips down and kisses the space between them. Sucks and licks until the skin bruises, and he has evidence to prove tonight actually happened. Eventually, he withdraws from your chest and returns his focus on easing his cock in and out of your cunt.Â
âSo beautiful,â he says, but itâs more to himself than anything. Youâre so lost in your own pleasure, he doesnât even think you can hear him. âWant you to cum on my cock, know you can do it, baby. Know you can,â he grunts, taking your hand and intertwining it with his own. Letting his head fall into your neck, he begins to quicken his pace. Fucks into you with everything heâs got and willing to give.Â
âToru,â you finally manage to say, ââm so close, keep going. Do it - do it inside.âÂ
Do it inside. Do it inside. Do it inside. The thought is tempting, too tempting. It makes his dick twitch inside of you, and he swears if you say it again, heâll actually do it. But he knows better than to listen to anything you say out of delirium.Â
âTrust me, sweet girl,â he cradles your face, to which you lean into, âI want to - I want to so fucking badly. But we both know youâd regret it later.âÂ
Whining, your lips form into a pout, and the sight is so cute, he canât help but to kiss it off of you. Compared to your kiss earlier, this one is much sweeter. Slower. More relaxed. He kisses you with the intent of making you dizzier than you already are, and itâs scary. Even so, you donât pull away. You allow him to drink you up. Like your lips are the only source of water around, and heâs been quenched for days.Â
Finally, with a few more thrusts, you reach your climax. The pressure building in the pit of your belly pops like a balloon, and everything goes white. âToru!â you shriek, arching off the bed and trembling in his grasp.Â
Using your arch as leverage, he keeps his hands underneath your back and continues to ram into you without abandon. Youâre a babbling, wet mess at this point, and your cunt squeezing around him only encourages him more.Â
âFuckfuckfuck, âm gonna - âm gonna,â he curses, balls beginning to tighten. Quickly, he unsheathes himself and fists himself the rest of the way. With an impassioned moan, he climaxesâspurting thick, white, ropes of seed all over your abdomen. Then, falls onto your limp body with a grunt, chest heaving rapidly, and slick with perspiration.Â
By this time, youâve settled down enough to form a proper sentence. âThat wasâŚâ
Satoru huffs, catching his breath. âYeah.âÂ
Still spent, he continues to lay atop you. And you, having nowhere else to go, let him. The two of you lay comfortably in silence like this for a long time. Just you tracing shapes into his back, and him purring into your neck. Both of you know you should be getting up, but neither of you make an effort to do so. In this moment, time is transcendent. There is no rush to move when time stands still for you.Â
Soon, that silence is broken.Â
âI love you,â you say, and thereâs no elaboration. Not even a recant. In fact, you say it so nonchalantly, heâs not even sure it was real. You say it like youâve never been more certain in your life, like itâs the easiest thing youâve ever had to do.Â
âReally?â he queries, almost pathetically like the mere idea of you loving him is something unattainable. You look at him like heâs got two heads.Â
âYeah, youâre my best friend. Iâve always loved you,â you admit, pausing your ministrations on his back, âI just had to relearn how to love you.â He smiles at this, hums into your neck to keep from crying.Â
âIâm glad we found our way back to each other,â he mumbles into your neck, âso where do we go from here?â
âFrom here we take it slow. Weâll learn together what it means to be individuals, and then from there weâll see where it goes,â you say matter-of-factly, âno more repeating past mistakes.â
âAgreed,â he nods, âwhat will we tell the girls?â
Thatâs when your eyes widen and you sit up, forcefully pushing Satoru off of you.Â
âWhat did I say, whatâs wrong?â he queries, sitting up on the bed. He watches you rummage around the room maniacally, head on a swivel as you run out of the room and return with a purse. You pull your phone out to see a slew of missed calls and messages.Â
âWe forgot to call the girls!â You yell, showing him your phone screen of missed calls. Gojo jumps up to join you, one leg already sliding into his pants.Â
âShit!âÂ
Noticing the state of your appearance, you pinch the skin between your brows. âSatoru, I canât wear this! You got cum all over it,â you groan, pointing to all the splotches of white. He tells you to wait a second before disappearing into his closet, then he comes back with a fist of clothes and throws it at you.Â
âI canât wear this either, theyâll wonder why Iâm wearing your clothes!âÂ
Satoru runs to you and pull the dress off of your body, âWeâll wash it!â he screams, disappearing again out of the room, and to where you imagine, the laundry room. When he returns, heâs out of breath and panting. Itâs only then do you realize how insane he looks with half his shirt buttoned, and his pants twisted around his hips. A giggle escapes your lips.
âWhat are you laughing at? Chop chop,â he claps, ushering you into his bathroom.Â
Yeah, youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss this idiot.
34 / 3.2k / part 2 of shark mermen Gaz and Soap for mermay >:)
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You wake up to the morning sunlight glimmering off Gaz's salt-glazed skin. He's leaning over you, watching you intently with those fathomless all-black eyes.
You gasp and immediately drag yourself away--or try to, given the way his tail is wound under your legs like a snake's. In your haste, you bump up against Soap, who lurks behind you, somehow again taking you by total surprise.
Your heels scrape against sharp gravel as you fight to get out of reach. Gaz's tail coils inward as if to drag you back in, and you almost collapse over it in your scramble. But you finally manage to get out of reach. You stare down at them, your heart pounding in confusion and panic.
Soap smirks like this is the most fun he's had in weeks. His tail swishes in the shallows behind him. "G'morning."
This is a nightmare. A hallucination.
"Don't look so shocked," Soap says. "You've still got all your pieces. You really should try being more thankful. We saved your life."
"Saved my--" You cough and sputter. Salt and sand coat your throat. "You tried to kill me!"
"You would've died anyway," Gaz says. His matter-of-fact tone of voice is somehow more terrifying than Soap's high-energy arrogance.
"We were havin' a little look at you," Soap says. "That's all."
"You bit me!"
"Just a nip," Gaz admits. "I was curious."
"I wasn't," Soap says with a flash of his sharp teeth. He looks down at the second set of teeth marks--his teeth marks--on your calf. "That's a love bite."
You pull your legs in, withdrawing further up the rocky beach as you get to your feet. You don't have much space to get away from them. Worse, this tiny cove will be all but swallowed by high tide. The only way out is either back into the water or up the rocky face of the cliffs on all sides. You can only imagine the rock cutting into your bare hands and feet--or worse, climbing halfway up, slipping, and landing on the carpet of glass-sharp gravel.
Thereâs nowhere to go.
Soap stretches toward you again as you back away. He does it in this motion like a shrug, like he's luring you into a false sense of security by making you think he just happens to be putting his hands near your ankle. He canât hide how the muscles in his shoulders bunch, wanting to pounce. "You'd have a better chance jumping back into the sea and holding your breath than climbing those rocks, human. Maybe you outswim us this time, even. Want to try?"
"I'll take my chances," you snap. His claw brushes your foot, and you quickly backpedal, climbing up onto the biggest boulder you can manage. It's only about as waist-high, though, and unsteady. Not quite tall enough to boost you toward any solid footholds up the forty-or-so-foot cliffside. Still, you have to try.
Gaz watches with annoyance as you reach for a shallow indent in the rock. "You'll kill yourself. Be reasonable," he scolds.
Your fingers find uncertain purchase in the shallow ridge overhead, and you force your toes to get with the program and grip what might be a rocky shelf to your side.
The two mer watch you haul yourself up a few feet. Soap pushes himself up the beach to get a better view, tail curling. Gaz studies the muscles in your legs. Then he watches your hands grip the rocks. You look even more defenseless in the sunlight, skin battered from exposure and clothes torn from the waves. His eyes follow the curve of your calf to the blood that's dried on your ankle. It looks bad.
He doesn't see you making it high enough for the inevitable fall to kill you, but it irritates him that you're choosing to act like this. You're fragile. Obviously, if he and Soap wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. They did their best to not kill you. He did, anyway.
"You think we'd let you drown when the tide comes in after keeping your fragile human body alive and intact this long?" Gaz calls up.
You ignore this in favor of boosting yourself up another foot. Your fingers slip on the next hold. Gravel clatters down the rock and showers both mer.
Soap smirks. "Gonnae fall, aye?â
Gaz's voice is flat. "Let her."
You make it up another two footholds before you slip.
Soap's smirk morphs into a wild laugh as you topple backward. You land on the rocks, hard, air knocked out of you with a surprised gasp. Both mer prowl toward you.
You dig the heels of your hands into the wet sand to scramble to your feet again. A sudden, sharp pain makes you hiss. You rip your hands out of the gravel to see a shard of curved glass sticking out of your palm of your dominant hand. Blood stains the base and wells up, trailing down your wrist.
Soap clocks the smell of blood. "What d'you want to try next, hmm?" he muses, tail swishing behind him. "Hurry up before the tide comes in or that cut'll attract somethin' unfriendly."
You glare at him. You want to scream. Or cry. You need help, but what are the chances the rescue boats will come back this way?
"So?" you snap, hiding your hand against your chest as he leans closer. "What does it matter to me if you eat me or something else does?"
"We don't care to eat you," Gaz says. "And if we did, we wouldn't share."
"Don't know about that, Gaz," Soap purrs. "You think she looks delicious, don't ya?"
You look from one to the other, still clutching your bleeding hand. "Why would you bring me here if you didn't want to eat me?"
"Curiosity." Gaz's eyes dart back to your face. âI told you.â
Frustration burns in your chest. "You bit me. You dragged me around the water. What else is fucking left to be curious about?"
Gaz hesitates. To him, you are a sight. Tattered clothes clinging to your damp body, he can see more of you than when he first spied you on that little boat, sitting so carelessly with your legs dangling in the water.
He stares at the bite wound on your arm. It's not just a ânipâ like Soapâs--it's deep. A bite that left a deep, dark, ugly mark surrounded by a ring of dark blue-purple bruising. It will scar. The memory of his teeth will always be in your skin. He can still taste you: fresh adrenaline, copper blood, and seawater.
"What you feel like." His voidlike eyes are half-lidded, his voice soft. "Up close."
You glance back at him, your heart pounding. You're defenseless right now--you have been since they threw you onto this beach. So there has to be some truth to what they're saying, right? You remember reading somewhere that sharks are curious. That they sometimes investigate with their teeth, biting without any real intent to injure. So... maybe...
Soap leans in behind you and skims his clawed fingertip up your arm, his voice just past the shell of your ear. "We can take you back to shore, easy. We just need to clean those wounds. How about it," he purrs into your ear. "Gonnae help us help you?"
You shy away from his touch, feeling goosebumps break out all over. "Okay. Okay, fine." You glance down at your hand, then at Soap. "But not... not you."
You look at Gaz, hesitant, but your meaning is clear.
Soap's smirk twists into a frown. "Why not me?"
Gaz snatches your wrist. "Come here, then."
You find yourself pulled into the arms of a shark again as Gaz shuffles you into the crook of his arm. You're awed at how much bigger than humans these shark mer are. He coils his tail under you both. He grips your bloodied wrist in one hand and plants the other firmly on your hip to slide you even more flush against him. Any protest you had dies in your throat as he repositions your injured hand in his and plucks the glass out in a single, rough motion. A gasp punches out of you. The noise has Gaz pulling you closer, his arm wrapped tight around you.
You tense up, watching the claws on his hands very carefully, but he seems to maneuver you in such a careful, conscientious way to keep from hurting you with them that, once he has you positioned on his tail, you relax somewhat. They really are being careful with you, you realize. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders. You breathe out through your teeth. You can let this happen. Some people would love to be in your position, even. There's something tender but not quite gentle in how he grips you and how his thumb presses into your thigh.
He tucks your head under his chin. A low hum vibrates in his chest. Something about the sound is soothing. Or at least distracting enough that you don't notice him moving your hand to his mouth until his hot tongue laves over your wound.
Your blood--in his mouth--and roaring in your ears. How did you let yourself be tricked into letting a shark lap up your blood while heâs holding you close enough that you can see the beads of sea water clinging to the scarred ridges of his chest?
Even Gaz is somewhat surprised at the way his tongue instinctively scrapes over your wound to stem the blood flow. It's not an entirely animal compulsion to lick the wound clean--it's a practical enough way to clear away the blood. Tasting you is a bonus. That's what he tells himself as he trails his tongue down your arm to catch what's dripping down in rivulets to your elbow.
You squirm at the sting. Gaz tightens his grip.
"Is that all you were curious about, then?" Soap asks, sliding closer. He's talking to Gaz but looks down at you with glimmering solid blue eyes.
"Steady," he breathes, his voice still rough. He can smell your nervousness. He can feel your heart pounding. "She's got cuts all over. Let me..."
You feel his hands begin to peel away your tattered clothes and slide under them. You bite down on a squeal, grabbing his wrist. "Hey--!"
Before you can voice your protests fully, Soap's fingers brush the small bite mark on your ankle. You jolt, pulling your legs away and hugging them to yourself. Distracted by this, Gaz lets his free hand glide over the outside of your leg. His calloused fingers follow the curve of your hip, your thigh, your calf. He tugs your leg free so he can study the underside, too. He runs the pads of his fingers all the way back up to the bend of your knee, along the flesh of your hamstring, across the inside of your thigh. You shiver.
At the same time, Soap tugs at the bottom of your tattered shirt with interest. "Why d'you humans wear cloth? Is it because your skin is too thin?" Before you can reconsolidate yourself enough to answer, he scoffs. "All the good it does you. Shreds easier than seaweed."
âMm,â Gaz agrees absently. He shifts you so your back is back braced up against his chest, your legs bunched up atop his tail. This way, he can keep you here and keep his hands free. Heâll have as much access to you as he needs.
At this angle, you feel rather than see the smooth dark planes of Gaz's chest and stomach. It should be wrong to notice the scars that run over his arms as they pass over you. Or the way his muscles ripple under your back. His body is a dichotomy: warm to the touch and smooth as fine silk, but rough and coarse with scars. Plus thereâs the shark half.
Soap snatches up one of your ankles. He prods at your foot. "You get around on these?"
You huff. "When I can, clearly."
He runs the edge of one of his claws over the top of your foot, follows the arched bone underneath, and presses into your instep. He pokes and prods and presses hard on the ball of your foot with a curious look. "Must be slow."
"Doesn't have to be fast," you mutter.
"Then how d'you catch food?"
"I don't have to catch my food."
"You're a predator, though. You've got eyes facing forward."
"I can hunt what I need to hunt.â Salads and instant noodles, but you donât bother saying that.
"That's good." Soap's hands slide to your toes. He finds it weird how your feet sort of resemble his hands. Little fingers and claws and everything. "As long as you've got prey slower and smaller and softer than you are."
"If that's even possible," Gaz says.
You scowl. Rude.
Gaz seems to enjoy your sour reaction a little too much. "I suppose your prey must be stupid, too."
"Watch it."
A smirk plays at his lips as his gaze flicks down to the rest of you, curled up on his lap in his arms. "Do you think you can make me? What'll you do--scratch me with your claws?" He laces your fingers with his. Your soft, blunt human fingers and his thicker, sharper, callused ones. "Bite me with your razor-sharp teeth?"
"Maybe."
"How vicious." He nudges your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Go on, then."
You consider it. Then you realize it would just prove his point, so you turn your face away with a huff. You wish you'd paid more attention to all those National Geographic specials about mer. You don't specifically remember any real-life cases of shark mer eating humans, but there are definitely made-for-TV movies about it.
Soap's hands creep up to your calf. His thumbs prod your shin and then your kneecap. "I can feel her bones," he says in surprise.
"We both have bones.â
"Well, yours are like rock. Ye got thin skin, hard bones. 'Cept your claws." Soap's fingers wander up your bare legs past your kneecaps. When they make it to your thigh, he grips it with his whole hand and squeezes lightly.
He's fascinated--amazed, even--by your body. It's almost enough to make you feel self-conscious, but everything you'd cover up is a fascination for them. Bumps, stretch marks, pock marks, folds, fat, stubble--you feel yourself tense up when hands wander to those parts of yourself you've learned to be ashamed of, but they don't react. Of course they don't, but still. It feels strange.
Gaz notices your discomfort. He keeps his grip light and loose on you, but his eyes linger on the flesh of your thigh in Soap's hands, the way your skin dimples under the pressure. "It's like a seal,â Gaz says.
"My thigh is like a seal?"
"Soft and blubbery,â Soap adds. "And seals are delicious." He leans down and pinches a bit of skin in his teeth.
You squirm a bit at the harmless little nip, but moreso at the way his hand slides a little too far up your thigh. You put your uninjured hand over his to stop it from going any higher.
Unfortunately, that just seems to draw his attention to what might be up there. His eyes flick up to your shorts. "What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Doesn't seem like nothing." He grabs the hem of your shorts to slide them higher.
You grab his hands. "Hey!"
He grins. "You're a bit twitchy.â
"That's not allowed," you tell him, face burning.
"Isn't it?" Gaz says. He loops his long fingers under your thigh and lifts it up as if to give Soap more room. "Whose rule is that?"
You quickly snap your thighs shut anyway, curling your legs into yourself as best you can. "My rule. Don't touch."
A low noise of frustration rumbles in Soap's chest. "Why do humans cover up so much?" His hands slide up your outer thighs, and he bends until his face is almost level with your stomach. His frown deepens as if this were the thing he was really curious about. "Just let me look for a second."
"Absolutely not."
"Waste of nice soft human skin," he mutters. "Hiding it all away."
âLet us in,â Gaz says.
âNo.â
"Not even me?" he asks.
"No."
They both frown.
"Why not?â Gaz asks. âWhat are you keeping there?"
You huff. "It's my-- my reproductive things. Happy?"
"Your... reproductive things." Soap furrows his brow and turns his head to Gaz. "Reproductive like a fish?"
Gaz's fingers continue to squeeze your inner thighs in slow, deliberate motions. "No," he says after a beat. "Like a mammal."
"Ah. So?" Soap gives you a blank look. "Those are all up inside you then, aye? Nothin' to see."
He takes hold of your knee again. You immediately pull out of his grasp and turn to the side, sitting up on your knees this time as Gaz shifts his tail to accommodate you. "Nothing to see as far as you're concerned," you respond, curt.
Soap continues to leer at you, but his prodding is less insistent at your clear refusal. "Just tell us then. Where is it exactly? In the front? Or the back?"
You cross your arms. "None of your business."
"Don't humans mate for fun?" Soap asks.
âI didn't say that.â
"They doooo," Soap singsongs. He smiles and bares his teeth, the sharp points on his canines glinting in the light.
All the heat that had gone out of your cheeks comes rushing back in. " Do you?"
Soap grins again in that annoying way. "We do. Very fun. So what's the big deal?â
"We're not mating is what," you snap. You push yourself off of Gazâs lap and stumble a bit, catching yourself with a splash into the deepening tide. "When are you taking me back home?"
Soap looks disappointed at the possibility of being deprived so suddenly of his new toy.
Gaz frowns too. "Now you're talking like you didn't enjoy yourself." He pushes himself up and follows you into the water, his fins cutting through it smoothly. "But a deal is a deal. Weâll take you back to shore. Once night falls, of course."
"But it's morning!"
"So it is." Gaz circles your legs, forming a crescent around you as he comes to a rest on his side in the shallow water. He smirks at you like he finds your confusion endearing in a tedious way. "Night will come again. We've got time until then."
"But the tide will come in," you remind them, casting a look back at the tiny little cove.
"It will,â Gaz agrees.
You don't like the way his smirk grows. Soap grins, too.
A slow realization that you're being toyed with comes over you. "What am I supposed to do, then?"
Gaz's smirk turns to a lazy little grin to match Soapâs. "Keep letting us entertain you.â
You hem and haw, but ultimately, when they pull you back into the shallow water with them, you donât fight it. Youâd rather conserve your energy.
Soap's hands join Gaz's, running up your strange human legs again. "We're going to keep her. Right, Gaz?"
"Of course," Gaz murmurs. The sea doesn't like to release its gifts. "Why would we bother leaving a catch intact without keeping it?"
...
part 1 / [part 2]
more Gaz / more Soap / more mer au / masterlist tag
Summary: Y/N never thought she would be married to the spymaster of the Night Court. However, they are undoubtedly married and nothing will save her from the night ahead of her.
Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, lovely azriel
Here â> Part 2 Masterlist
A/N: The idea that popped into my head today and I didn't get up until I wrote it. :)
English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.
Y/N felt the bed sink in beside her and someone, her husband, fold up the edge of the blanket and slip quietly under the duvet.
Y/N felt as if she would suffocate with fear.
Two hours ago, they had gone through the ceremony where she was forced to marry the spymaster of the Night Court in a luxurious setting.
For a purpose, her father said as he adjusted her veil.
It was nothing more than a means to make a deal for the benefit of the Court of Nightmares. More food, more power in exchange for soldiers and a girl.
In fact, her family had eagerly offered her to the High Lord as a prospective bride, and as she was educated and intelligent enough to be chosen over the other women in the Court of Nightmares.
For a long time Y/N did not know to whom she was to be married. She had been raised from a very young age to believe that she was destined to be a wife and mother, but she never thought that it would be him.
But now she was given a chance. A chance to leave that damn evil place and be away from her family.
Today, for the first time in her life, she could see the stars and feel the gentle touch of the breeze on her skin, bringing tears to her eyes. If she was lucky, perhaps her husband would never send her back there. If she obeyed him â though the very thought made her feel sick. All her existence had consisted of nothing but submitting to others. She would have liked to have ruled over herself, but it would always be a dream, now that she was married.
The shadowsinger moved beside her, causing every cell in Y/N to warn her to run.
Well, it's happening, she thought despondently to herself and closed her eyes.
She knew exactly what her duty was. What must happen.
For this marriage to be legitimate, Y/N must give in to her husband and willingly spread her legs.
âI know you don't want to,â he said softly behind her back before gently placing his hand on her hip. Y/N jumped at the sudden touch. âBut we have a duty, Y/N.â
She shuddered as the spymaster spoke her name out of his mouth. His voice was soft, but still a warning tone mixed into the words. She had no doubt that he was not often contradicted and may the Great Mother have mercy on whoever tried.
Y/N licked her lips and let out a shaky sigh, then nodded. Trembling, she turned onto her back and it took her a few seconds to gather her courage and look at her husband.
Azriel watched her silently, his figure illuminated by the faint moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the drawn curtains. Y/N could see his broad shoulder, the swelling muscles in his arm, and even the dark outline of his tattoo in the dim light.
Y/N could feel the golden brown eyes watching her warily as they scrutinized her. She was surprised to find that the shadowsinger did not return her stare for a moment and kept his gaze on her face the whole time. Perhaps he was waiting for her to make a move.
Maybe he was waiting for her to initiate.
Y/N's mouth went dry at the thought that he might have wanted her to. However, she had been raised to do what others wanted, so with all her presence of mind she slowly touched her palm to Azriel's chest. She felt warm, silky skin and felt a steady heartbeat beneath her hand as she slid it a little further away. She heard the Illyrian take a deep breath and the scarred finger she had put the gold ring on a few hours ago gently stroked the cool back of her hand.
Y/N was so startled for a moment that she forgot to breathe. Never had she imagined that the dreaded shadowsinger could be so gentle as he was now.
Perhaps behind the scars and shadows there was not a monster, but a feeling being.
A tiny germ of hope began to blossom in Y/N and she continued to caress him a little more boldly. Her hand glided down Azriel's muscular arm and Y/N was startled to find herself enjoying it.
The way the steely muscles tighten under her touch, the heat radiating from his body as if beaming up at her, inviting her to slide closer and enjoy it.
Azriel, as if hearing her thoughts, took hold of her waist and gently pulled her towards him until their chests touched.
Y/N's nightgown was so thin that the spymaster could easily feel that her nipples were hard and straining against his chest.
Azriel groaned, barely audible, and something inside Y/N stirred at the sound.
Confused, she felt wetness between her legs and some primal longing that she had never experienced before took her. She almost longed for him to return her touch. To have him caress her heated skin. It was so unfamiliar to her, and yet it was as if her body knew how to press herself against him.
Unexpectedly, she felt the hardness against her belly that made her go rigid, but Azriel just squeezed the soft flesh of her hip and didn't let her move away.
âNo,â he whispered and buried his face in her hair, his thumb tracing soothing circles around her waist. âDon't be frightened. This is what happens when ââ
âI'm not so clueless that I don't know what it is,â Y/N said, blushing. She thanked the Gods for the darkness. âThe women explained everything to me before the wedding anyway. That this is what it takes to conceive a marriage and it's the natural reaction of every man when he touches a woman in a loose fitting nightgown.â
Azriel remained silent, but eventually he involuntarily chuckled to himself. Y/N smiled vaguely, but the man's shaking chest and voice filled her with a certain joy. It reassured her.
âNot all men,â Azriel said, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger and tugging it gently. âBut you're certainly beautiful and you're wearing very little nightgown.â
âI didn't choose itâ Y/N muttered grumpily as she lowered her head to look at the said piece. It was a little translucent and she felt a twinge of anxiety when she first saw that she would have to wear it tonight.
âI thought so,â he muttered. âIf it's any comfort I think it looks good on you and I like it very much.â
She had heard rumors of the shadowsinger that he hardly spoke, but they were now lying here and he was obviously talkative.
Y/N finally understood that this was Azriel's way of distracting her and calming the emotions that were raging inside her.
Her fear of the unknown and to make her comfortable with the situation. No one had ever done anything like that for her, not even her mother.
She swallowed hard and, not giving herself time to drift away from the thought, leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. She didn't know how to do this, since tonight she was getting the first kiss of her life from Azriel at the altar in front of hundreds of guests. It was more like a little peck than a kiss.
She understood this when Azriel recovered from his momentary shock and kissed her back. This was different.
The spymaster's hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangled in her ringlets as he gently tilted her head into position and everything just got better.
The angle of the kiss changed, deepened much more and something like an excited tremor began in Y/N's belly. The scent of Azriel filled her senses, the cool night mist and cedar balming her soul, her nails involuntarily digging into Azriel's biceps and it was as if he lost all restraint at that small movement.
He rolled Y/N onto her back, then towered over her and kissed her fiercely. His tongue stroked along her lower lip as if asking for admission and she hesitantly opened it and Azriel's tongue immediately made its way to hers. Y/N let her husband guide her and she was almost giddy with pleasure.
She enjoyed the way Azriel's tongue glided over hers, the weight of him pressing her almost uncomfortably into the mattress and the hot hardness between her legs.
The shadowsinger's lips moved to her chin, and Y/N gasped for air as he moved lower and lower, finding a spot in the hollow between her shoulder and neck that made her hip snap away from the bed and involuntarily rub against Azriel.
Heat flooded her face, but she was unable to pull away from him and with long, sensual strokes she wanted more, which he acknowledged with soft moans.
Strong hands now gripped her thighs and Azriel moved lower, then bucked his hips and pushed against her. His pants and Y/N's underwear blocked them, but Azriel touched a space between her legs and moved as she imagined he would when he will be inside her.
She never thought it would be like this. This overwhelming feeling of his body moving over her, which he'd then elicited from her. Sighs erupted from deep within her body and Azriel kissed her as if to absorb the sounds she was making.
âThat's itâ Azriel gasped as Y/N arched and their hips met. âJust like that, my beauty.â
She groaned at the endearment and watched the wings spread wide on Azriel's back with a glazed look.
The membrane made the room even darker as it blocked out what little light had crept into the room. She wanted to feel the feel of it under her fingers.
âYou can touch them,â he whispered, his breathing labored by Y/N's ear. âBut only if I can touch you.â
âBut you already doâ she gasped, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.
Azriel then let go of her thighs and slid between them, then reached down to her panties and pressed the outer curve of his hand to the spot where Y/N's body throbbed and almost burned. Gasping for air, panting, she made sounds that she should have been ashamed of, but her mind was in a fog and she could not contain herself. She would be ashamed later, but for now she could only cling to Azriel's strong shoulder.
âHere, Y/Nâ Azriel chuckled. âThis is where I want to touch you.â
Y/N bit her lip at her husband's lustfuled words and nodded.
âThere ââ her throat was tight, she could hardly get the words out. âIt's good there.â
âIs it?â
âYesâ she cried softly.
His hand had pulled her underwear aside and was now touching her bare skin, causing Y/N's head to bob to the side and she clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her voice.
However, Azriel stopped her hard and gave a disgruntled squeak.
âNo, Y/N,â he muttered darkly. âI want to hear you.â
His wings fluttered, drawing her attention, and she stretched out her arm. When she touched the taut, silky membrane, Azriel shuddered and rubbed her harder between her legs.
Y/N loved what she was eliciting from her husband, so she repeated the motion and this time touched her fingernail to it a little, letting it gently scratch the inside of the wing.
âCauldronâ Azriel almost gritted his teeth in pleasure and buried his face in her neck. âYou drive me crazy.â
Y/N felt the same way. His hand between her legs, his lip now brushing tiny kisses on her neck. It was killing her and she felt like a bowstring being stretched, ready to snap at any moment. Something was building inside her, the warmth in the pit of her belly seemed to be tightening and it was almost unbearable.
Then Azriel slipped a finger into the wetness between her legs and she gasped for air. It was a stinging sensation, but as he curled his finger he hit a good spot in her and she began to moan.
When Azriel gently pulled it out and then slipped back in, she heard that wet squeaking sound and it made her even more excited.
She wanted to touch him too. So much so that she had the courage to slip her hand into Azriel's pants and touch his hardness.
âY/Nâ Azriel gasped as he pulled away from the delicate skin of her neck and peered down at her in the darkness.
âTeach me, pleaseâ she whispered with heavy lids. âHow to touch you so that you feel as I feel now.â
Azriel closed his eyes and laughed softly.
âI already feel like thatâ he panted, but he helped Y/N and showed her how to take him in her grip. How tightly to squeeze and when he moved his hip to move into her hand, Y/N felt herself die instantly in admiration.
âHoneyâ Azriel sighed. âI need to be inside you.â
She knew what he meant.
She was a little afraid, because the women had said it would hurt terribly. However, what they had just done with Azriel had never been told that she would feel like this, so she hoped the sex would be different. Just as fantastic as this.
She opened her legs wider, giving him permission to make her his. Azriel immediately pulled her underwear off her and his own pants, then took her in his arms.
He adjusted himself between her legs but stopped and the golden brown eyes almost burned her face.
âThis might hurt a littleâ he whispered to her and stroked her cheek affectionately. âBut I'll try to do it as slowly and gently as possible.â
âIt's fine, Azrielâ she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and that's when she felt him shiver slightly too. Well, he was nervous too. âI'm used to the pain.â
Azriel froze, then sank down on top of her, so that their naked bodies were touching.
âFrom now on, no one will ever hurt you again,â he growled, his voice hard and purposeful.
Then he entered her, very slowly and Y/N gasped. She tensed in pain and whimpered and Azriel took her head in both hands and kissed her.
Finally when she thought she would pass out, she felt she couldn't take it. They lay there for a long time, but Azriel pushed forward and forward and then stopped.
Y/N sighed shakily and when her pain turned into a dull throbbing, he moved.
It was awfully strange the way Azriel moved inside her. It was unfamiliar, but after a while it got better and she gasped and clung to Azriel as if he would hold her and not let her fall over the precipice.
Emboldened, he thrust his hips faster and harder toward her and pulled her toward him with one hand, making them both gasp for air.
âGodsâ Y/N broke from Azriel's lips and she groaned. Somehow the man moved in a different way and it drove her mad. âThere!â
As if born to pleasure his wife, he repeated the motion again and his hand slid to her breast. He took one of her nipples between his fingers, then leaned in and licked it, whereupon Y/N clamped herself around her husband's member and moaned.
âCome for me, honey.â
His finger slid to her clit and rubbed it, which triggered something inside her.
Lights exploded behind her eyelids, her insides clenched and an animalistic moan tore from her. The heat was overwhelming her and she was sure it was over, she would die here and now, but Gods - if it is death she will be glad to go with it.
Azriel's hips slammed hard against her and she felt something warm flood over her and he shuddered. She wrapped her arms around him as if to protect him and their sweaty foreheads touched as they panted with the sensations that overwhelmed them.
Y/N opened her eyes and studied Azriel's face in the dim light. His handsome face was now relaxed and a small smile lurked at the corner of his mouth, his long black lashes casting shadows across his cheek. Her breath caught as she opened his eyes and his golden brown gaze locked on her.
There was an air of kindness and contentment that was evident in the way his hand stroked gently down her side.
âAre you okay?â he asked quietly and pulled out of her, careful not to hurt her. The sheet was a little bloody, but neither of them cared.
âYes,â Y/N whispered and turned to face him as he lay down next to her. Azriel covered them with the blanket and took her hand. âIt didn't hurt that much.â
He smiled and kissed her hand.
âIt won't after this.â
âWill it be after this?â asked Y/N shyly but hopefully.
âThere will be a lot after this.â
Y/N almost burst with joy. Maybe this marriage won't be so bad after all.
into the arms of another part two | max verstappen social media au
pairing: max verstappen x reader
part two to this !! part three
yourusername
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yourusername: winner winner chicken dinner !! congrats maxy iâm so proud of you always
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user1: i know charlesâ head is hot right now
user2: i hope netflix are taking notes cause this tea is steaming hot
maxverstappen1: thank you baby, helps when i have the prettiest cheerleader in the world
yourusername: i am the sexiest sargent in all of the orange army
maxverstappen1: too right you are
user3: i miss when y/n was the head of the tifosi the red monochromatic fits ate so hard
user4: i need charles to pull his head out of his ass and apologise so we can reclaim her before monza
user5: do not even bring up the fact we may not have custody of her for monza
danielricciardo: leave some for the rest of us maxy
yourusername: no actually i think itâs illegal for max not to win sorry
danielricciardo: will that change if charlie apologises?
yourusername: considering that hasnât happened and doesnât look to be happening any time soon - no.
user6: CHARLES PLEASE DO SOMETHING
user7: he doesnât have to do anything, sheâs just bitter cause sheâs always been the bridesmaid and never the bride. we ALL know sheâs always loved charles and she canât handle that sheâs not the centre of his attention itâs kinda pathetic
maxverstappen1: what made you think you know any of us enough to comment something like this? what told you that you even had a right to talk about y/n like that? sheâs everything you could ever wish to be and more and she will never ever deserve the things you people are saying about her. charles would be lucky to have y/n in his life platonically or romantically but itâs his loss
user8: boyf of the year right here
user9: charles take note ^^^ this is how youâre meant to defend your best friend
landonorris: i am once again asking for photo credits iâm not gonna be your personal photographer for free
maxverstappen1: i literally paid for your dinner
yourusername: youâre literally a millionaire
landonorris: i donât care a man still likes to be wined and dined
yourusername: just to make it clear we are not looking for a third
user10: i promise i can change your mind give me a chance
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f1tea: charles leclerc caught liking this tweet about the situation between him and y/n. seems like he wonât back down on this. what do you think?
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user13: i need this mans head on a spike iâm so serious
user14: i want to play pinball with the single marble in his head
user15: i think ferrari have genuinely caused real head rot in him cause no way he thinks this is a serve
user16: let's be real charles' biggest rivals are ferrari and himself
user17: not this man at his BIG AGE is liking shady tweets about his best friend
user18: i think it's safe to say they're not best friends any more
user19: also "biggest rival" my ass max and charles are fucking friends now so this whole narrative is complete horse shit
user20: i'm so bored of charles playing the victim bro YOU ARE THE INSTIGATOR YOU ARE THE PROBLEM
user21: the way charles is liking shit like this but max is writing whole ass essays in the comments defending her
user22: and that''s why i'll always back that she ended up with the right man
user23: max is so far in the lead in the championship i need him to take charles out for the narrative
user24: are we in high school? like seriously this is so fucking petty i cannot wait for media day this weekend
user25: he's either gonna be the funniest man in the world or he's gonna bite someones fucking head off
user26: and i'll back it either way
user27: i know y/n is about to have her revenge dress moment in the paddock someone get kym illman ready STAT.
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f1wagsupdates: REVENGE DRESS MOMENT !!! y/n y/ln enters the paddock in monza in this stunning black dress, showing the world what a catch she is, oh and that is max holding the umbrella for her, what a gentleman.
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user28: mother came to slay i cannot even
user29: this right after max came for charles in the press conference is PERFECTION + NO RED IN MONZA !!
user30: i see lily and carmen in the likes in knew they'd be on the right side
user31: girl i don't think anyone is on charles' side
user32: yall see the stink eye from the red bull garage when charles walked past they have y/n's back LOL
user33: the red bull garage been ride or dies for max so it defo makes sense that they would extend that to y/n
user34: christian was defo waiting for a question about it in the press conference
user35: someone on twitter got a clip of him putting his arm around fred going out of the paddock and telling him to get his driver under control
user36: yall are we on the kardashians what the fuck is going on
user37: people may hate christian but he defends his driver so much that he's inserting himself in the relationship drama
user38: i don't even follow f1 but whoever this is this serving oh my
user39: this is so exhausting like i need charles to just apologise so we can get cute y/n x max x charles content
user40: torturing myself thinking about how cute that dynamic could be
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f1: max verstappen clinches his tenth win of the season at monza, joined by sergio perez and oscar piastri. home heroes charles leclerc and carlos sainz came together at turn one, awful showing for ferrari in monza
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user41: this narrative is so so poetic
user42: i feel bad for the tifosi at this point y'all get your hopes up every season
user43: charles you aimed the wrong way if you wanted to take max out
user44: the way max kissed y/n after winning god they're so cute
user45: also the way christian got everyone to move so y/n could get to the front to see max
user46: even marko looked happy about it what is going on?
user47: y'all we knew it was gonna be bad for ferrari y/n wasn't wearing red, call me superstitious but every time she's worn red charles has either won or been on the podium
user48: well that's just what he gets for not appreciating her
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maxverstappen1: winning on and off the track, some of you can't relate.
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user51: parents omg
danielricciardo: fighting words maxy, not pulling your punches
maxverstappen1: i do my fighting on the track, not my fault people can't get past turn one to give me a real battle
danielricciardo: i need to be inside your brain
maxverstappen1: no there's images of y/n in my brain that no other man will ever see
danielricciardo: you crack me up maxy
yourusername: woah who's that fine ass piece of woman
maxverstappen1: she's taken sorry
yourusername: that's a shame, i hope that man is taking care of her
maxverstappen1: i don't believe she's got any complaints
yourusername: wow you sound like a gentleman, she's a lucky woman
maxverstappen1: believe me i am the lucky one.
yourusername: awwww maxy you're literally the sweetest person in the world
user52: if i was charles and i saw this after that race you'd have to restrain me i'm so serious
user53: i'm happy for y/n and max but i need them to stop being happy in my face
alexalbon: ur welcome for that first picture btw
yourusername: lily taught you well
alexalbon: so no thanks?
yourusername: i joke thank you very much sir albon
user54: so like all of the twitch quartet are on y/n's side? awkward.
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yourusername: charles and i have been best friends since i knew what the word meant and it really hurts that is has gotten to this point. when charles got his first girlfriend i chalked it up to the excitement of the experience, but when he routinely got in and out of relationships and falling back on our friendship once scorned, i started to question what he really felt about our friendship. i overlooked it every time even when it made me doubt my worth and hoped our friendship meant more. however, the cycle continued and after being left stranded at a beach in a country i do not know i decided it was the end. i have reached out to you so, so many times and want nothing more than our friendship to work and so we can be life-long friends that we can tell our kids about. but i guess it's not worth that much to you and that's something i'll have to reconcile with. the only positive coming from this the fact that it pushed me to the love of my life, so thank you for that.
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charles_leclerc: i've already got my trophy, sorry not sorry.
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user56: WHAT THE FUCK
user57: my brain is actually scrambled
user58: charles' must be as well cause no way he thought this was a good idea
landonorris: so this is a low blow
charles_leclerc: since when were you the reference point for morals
landonorris: damn dude, you're in the wrong but go off i guess
user59: why do i actually want to cry for y/n right now? she did this whole ass heartfelt post with no comments so people wouldn't be able to speculate and he replies with a pic of his gf's ASS
danielricciardo: not cool dude
charles_leclerc: i see you all took her side and our friendships mean fuck all
danielricciardo: kinda ironic you bring up respecting friendships
charles_leclerc: spare me the lecture
maxverstappen1: you're a child. but this is the closure she needs. cheers to being an asshole.
charles_leclerc: so you managed to get some of my sloppy seconds, you're welcome
maxverstappen1: she's not sloppy seconds and i can't believe you'd refer to her as that. but if you wanna talk sloppy seconds you can hold the 100 point gap between us in the championship. and y/n will never say this so i'll say it for her GO FUCK YOURSELF
user60: SHOTS FIRED
user61: men are so confusing
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[caption: taking some time for myself. thank you for your kind words and know i have an amazing support system around me now]
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f1wagsupdates: charles leclerc spotted outside y/n y/ln's office with flowers this afternoon. idk at this point, any time i report on this man i lose more brain cells.
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user67: lol even wag page admins are done
f1wagsupdates: he gives me a lot of content but damn he needs to sort his head out
user68: lol this is gonna be an all time apology tour i can't wait
user69: i honestly don't want y/n to forgive him he doesn't deserve it.
user70: yeah max has proven ride or die for y/n so i know who she should stick with
user71: i need him to donate his brain to science cause in what world is a measly bouquet of flowers gonna cover all of this shit ?
user72: legit he's systematically ditched his best friend, let randomers on the internet drage her name through the mud and then liked it and then flaunted the fact that he didn't care about their friendship for everyone to see
maxverstappen1: lol nice try
user73: my petty king i love him so much
user74: i know y/n is taking a break from social media but i hope she knows how much love she's getting
user75: for real we're all on her side i hope she slammed that door in charles' face
user76: i hope that bouquet ended up in the bin
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[caption: special delivery for a special girl]
note: i know this was heavily requested so here it is!! i really like it and it's defo open for a third part if yall want charles and y/n to reconcile? thank you for reading xx
the one where Y/n and Charles had different priorities
this is maybe a bit chaotic because I had one idea and unclear vision, but I like how it turned out eventually
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username1 How do you know? HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
username2 They have WHAT
username3 nah I don't believe in love anymore
username4 But they were together since even before Charles was in formula 1đĽş
âłusername2 Right? I thought they'll be together forever
username5 And there goes my hope for them to announce an engagement soon
âłusername6 Sameeee except I thought someday they'll just have a secret wedding and not tell the media until weeks/months after
username5 Ngl that sounds like a them thing to do
username6 Well, not anymore
username7 My only question is why? đ
âłusername1 Literally because they seemed like a perfect couple. What could go wrong?
username8 Shit, that hurts more than my parents' divorce
username9 THEY BROKE UP AFTER 8 YEARS??
âłusername10 what đł
username9 They were together since 2016, I remember Charles saying this in some interview
username6 Yup that's right, he mentioned it many times, he was so in love with Y/n. I swear even recently he said after so many years he still falls in love more and more each day
username9 She was there for him when his dad passed, when Charles joined F1, when he signed up with Ferrari, when he won his first F1 race, I wonder what happened that made them break up so suddenly
username10 Oh so she was there for basically a huge part of his life
username5 I remember when Charles said "she's not a part of my life. She IS my life" about Y/nđmy standards for men have been high up in space ever since
username11 Wow just like Sainz broke up with his long term girlfriend last season. Let's just hope Leclerc won't pop up with a new girl weeks after that
âłusername12 Charles and Y/n could be broken up for a long time now, we can only speculate when they broke up
username5 Imagine if Charles posted the Vegas vlog after their breakup 𼚠I'm not okay
username12 That was so unnecessary to say, I'm crying now
yourusername One for the money, two for the show, I never was ready so I watch you go
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username1 The caption guys...
âłusername2 Does that mean what I think it means?
username3 What do you think it means?
username2 "I never was ready" he wanted to take things to the next level, but she didn't. "So I watch you go" means she had to let him go because they didn't want the same thing
username3 How could she not be ready after whole 8 years?
username2 Every person matures in their own time and that's okay, they'll both find someone else
username4 That's a Swiftie going through a breakup
username5 Noooo it's confirmed now đ as long as neither of them confirmed it I could stay delulu and think the rumours are just rumours
oldersister Thank you for babysitting Snow White đâ⏠(I wish there was a white cat emoji)
âłyourusername It was my pleasure! She's an angel (and a professional model)
oldersister Feel free to come over anytime you want, Snow White loves her aunt đ¤
youngersister HEY how dare you steal Y/n like that!! I wanted to take her out for milkshakes sometime
oldersister Chill, you can do that whenever you want I'm not stealing anyone
yourusername I'd love to go out for milkshakes!!
lilymhe No more Y/nLily in the paddock?
âłyourusername The paddock isn't the only place where we can hang out đ
landonorris what are you up to on the 2nd pic? đ¤¨đ¸
âłusername2 LANDO, DON'T
âłusername4 LANDO IT'S TOO EARLY
âłusername1 DONT RUIN OUR CHANCES TO HAVE Y/NCHARLES BACK
âłusername1 Fuckboy Lando been doing too much fuckboying lately
username6 Didn't know she's a smoker
âłusername7 Yeah, she was very secretive about it
username2 It's not like she was hiding it from y'all
username7 She was, probably because she would be canceled for being a wag who smokes cigarettes
username2 A grown woman can do what she wants
username6 It's better that they broke up, way healthier for Charles to not be around a smoker
username2 Wtf she was with him through bad and good times, supporting him no matter what, loving him, making beautiful memories together and you say it's good that they broke up because she smokes?
username4 May I add we never saw her smoking throughout the 8 years, she probably started after the breakup
username5 after the breakup or BECAUSE of the breakup?
charles_leclerc Leaving Bahrain with a good result despite some difficulties. Pretty good weekend if you ignore the braking problem, now onto Jeddah next đ
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username1 brAking problem or brEAking problem?
username2 How is that the start of the season and there's already something wrong with his car?
yourusername Congratulations on finishing P4đgiven the issues your car had, you did a spectacular job
âłcharles_leclerc Thank you đ I tried my best, but felt like something is missing
yourusername I'm sorry :(
âłusername3 WHAT IS Y/N DOING HERE? ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER?
username4 I wish I could believe they are, but I guess some people break up on good terms
username3 How could anyone end a 8yrs old relationship and be friends? đ
âłusername5 Jail for miss Y/n for leading fans on
username6 He looked so sad the whole time, during interviews and all that đ
âłusername7 Yeah he's either done with the car already or he misses Y/n that much
username8 DID Y'ALL SEE THAT ONE INTERVIEW WHERE HE GOT ASKED ABOUT Y/N NOT BEING IN BAHRAIN??
âłusername6 WHAT INTERVIEW??
username8 A lady asked him why Y/n isn't here because she never missed the first race of the season before so it's surprising. He officially said that over the winter break they've decided to part ways due to focusing on different aspects of lifeđĽ˛
username9 How do you figure something like this out after 8 fucking years? They wasted each other's time
username7 Calm down lol they grew and matured with each other, experienced how their love evolved throughout the years, no time you put into this is a wasted time
username10 I need to know what are the aspects of life they focus on and if they really are that different
âłusername11 From what I figured from Y/n's post and Charles' interview - he wanted to get married, maybe even start a family and she wasn't ready
username10 Ahhh I remember how a few years ago Charles said he wants to have three kids. Such a shame Y/n doesn't want the same thing, but it's understandable they figured it now. They were kids themselves when they started dating lol
username11 Not really, they were both over 18 years old
username10 I know, but still that's a pretty young age and you might not know yet what do you really want in life
username12 Plus your brain develops until you're 25, they both turn 27 this year so it explains a lot
username13 I'm telling you, there would be no problems if Y/n was there, @/yourusername get your lazy ass on a plane to Jeddah
oldersister Amazing performance this weekendđ
youngersister Goodluck for Jeddah đ
username14 The way Y/n AND her sisters still interact with Charles on social media...
âłusername15 Yeah like are they actually broken up??
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yourusername You'd be surprised if I told you why kangaroos are called kangaroos
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username1 What is miss doing in Australia during the race week?
oldersister I told you this story is fake đ
âłyourusername But it's funny so I'm gonna believe it
oldersister Kangaroo DOESN'T mean "I don't know" jesus christ
username2 I thought it does đ
username3 Too much Tiktok I guess lmao
youngersister Glad I could have milkshakes with you in Australia đ
âłyourusername Back at you although that was a strange excuse to go to Australia in the first place
youngersister It's just not the same in Europe
arthur_leclerc Y/n in her natural habitatđŚ
âłyourusername I swear I was a kangaroo in a past life
âłusername4 What is going on? Y/n and Charles broke up but they keep interacting with each other and each other's families
username5 I NEED to know which city it is
username6 Is that true all announcements on public transport are made with Oscar Piastri's voice??
âłyourusername Yup, I wonder how much convincing it took to get Oscar to do the voiceover
landonorris not a lot to be honest
username5 AHA so she is in Melbourne! Also, what are you doing here Lando?
landonorris do you wanna hear another aussie fun fact?
âłyourusername I'm scared but yes (as long as it's not about thongs)
landonorris do you know what an australian kiss is?
yourusername @/oscarpiastri please put Lando back in his cage
username7 HELP I'M GASPING FOR AIR, LANDO ALWAYS TAKES THE CHANCE TO SHOOT HIS SHOT
username8 Not gonna lie it pisses me off how Lando tries to "flirt" with Y/n in her comments
âłusername2 Me too, it's not ethical
username9 I'm afraid Lando doesn't care lol and I don't think Y/n would ever consider going out with another driver considering Charles and her broke up on good terms
username10 I'm just wondering if norris ever tried funny business back when Y/n would come to races
âłusername11 prolly not but hey now he's free to do it
username5 Just because he's free to do it doesn't mean he should do it
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username2 OH đ
username3 So that's what she's doing in Australia
username4 Wait why is Jacob Elordi in Australia?
âłusername2 Well, Jacob is Australian, why wouldn't he be there?
username4 HE'S AUSTRALIAN?!
username5 One thing Charles can't beat is the height đŠ
âłusername6 Is it worth it tho? Jacob treated his exes pretty badly, he's a cheater
username5 And? People change
username6 Bro, he cheated on Zendaya
username5 Chill out, maybe Y/n isn't even on a date with him, maybe they're just hanging out
username7 If I were Y/n I would enter my hoe phase now and Jacob is a good choice to start with
username8 THIS CAN'T BE TRUE
username9 Charles where are you? đ Y/n is a sweetheart, she shouldn't be with Jacob
username10 Sometimes I regret opening this app
username11 Didn't Jacob attend a few races? Is that were he met Y/n?
âłusername12 Keep saying things like this and watch gossip unfold about how Y/n was waiting to leave Charles for Jacob
username13 Miss girl did a downgrade
âłusername14 Is it a downgrade though if he's that tall?
username13 He can be as tall as he wants, but Charles was Y/n's soulmate and I'll always stand by that
username9 Plus the height doesn't make up for the personality
username14 What personality? đ Girl you don't even know him
username9 Someone who cheats on their partner clearly isn't a very pleasant person to date
username5 CALM DOWN GUYS we can't be sure they were on a date, it could be just two friends catching up
username9 what friends? I've never even seen them talk before and there were opportunities
yourusername Don't panic guys, I've been spending most of the time with @/youngersister and her aussie friends
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youngersister Yeah, I clearly didn't set you up for a date with a certain actor...
âłusername1 SHE SET Y/N UP WITH HIM?!
username2 Evil mastermind
username3 How did that even happen lmao
âłyourusername Thankfully it didn't go as good as you'd wish it would đ
youngersister No worries, I have other options up my sleeve
yourusername Keep them up there đ¤ş
âłusername4 I'm confused is [younger sisters name] team Charles or not?
username5 She's just a menace it seems
username6 What's up with Y/n? She didn't wanna be with Charles, but she doesn't wanna move on. That's not normal
youngersister Don't make me set you up with Lando
âłyourusername You'd never, I know you think he's annoying
youngersister Yeah, but he gives me that vibe of a guy who can make you forget about your ex
yourusername That's called a fuckboy
youngersister You deserve a bit of fun don't you 𼳠I'm not saying you have to go straight back to being in a relationship
yourusername NO THANK YOU
username5 Lmao I love how they're having this convo here instead of on dms
username6 OR FACE TO FACE??
username7 Why does Y/n's lil sis support the idea of Y/n having a hoe phase? đ
landonorris I was hoping you'd come see the race;)
âłyourusername Better luck next time I guess :)
a few months later
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username1 YEAH I WAS LIKE WHAT THE HELL???
username3 I can't defend Charles anymore
username4 Apparently her name is AngeliquĂŠ and she's a daughter of some French entrepreneur (a/n: I made her up)
username5 I didn't want Charles to move on, I wanted him to be back with Y/n đ
âłusername6 Worse thing is, Charles moved on but Y/n didn't. She went on this weird staged date with Jacob Elordi a few months ago and that's it
username7 NOOO đđ
username8 Charles better say sike now đŤ
username9 Please tell me it's a joke
username10 It truly feels like some part of me being torn apart knowing that Y/n and Charles broke up for good and he moved on
username11 Do we really know nothing about what's going on with Y/n? She must feel terrible now, I'm sure she saw that AngeliquĂŠ girl on TV
âłusername9 What makes you think she would still watch races?
username11 It seemed like her and Charles are on friendly terms, so why wouldn't she still watch his races?
âłusername12 She hasn't posted anything since Australia, went hella private, she ISN'T okay, I think she even stopped hanging out with Lily M
username13 I did some more research and that AngeliquĂŠ girl is 20 years old
âłusername12 So we're supposed to believe that Y/n who is Charles' age wasn't ready to start a family, but a 20 year old Charles met weeks ago is? Charles, explain yourself
username9 Honestly the new girl seems just like a distraction from Y/n or a PR relationship
username12 You might be right, maybe Charles can't forget about Y/n so he went with "wanna get over, get under someone new"
username14 Nahhhh cuz she was all over Charles whenever she could and he looked so done đ that's definitely a stunt
âłusername1 Literally, she was always hugging him, touching, holding hands, she barely let him interact with fans, Y/n was so much better AND she always respected Charles' fans
username15 imagine not being able to move on for MONTHS so your pr team finds you a fake gf
yourusername Excuse the inactivity, I've been watching Gilmore Girls
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username1 Very understandable in this case
username2 Our Rory Gilmore finally watching the og Rory Gilmore đ
oldersister I'm afraid Snow White might like you more than she likes me đ
âłyourusername I'm the cool aunt đ¤
youngersister Excuse me???
yourusername I said what I said
youngersister And I don't agree with what you said
yourusername Would you watch Gilmore Girls with Snow White? Nope. I do. So I win the cool aunt competition
username3 Guys... When did Charles unfollow Y/n?
âłusername2 He unfollowed?
username3 Yeah... He didn't comment nor even like, so I went to check and he doesn't follow Y/n anymore but she still follows him
username2 Ouch that hurts
username4 I don't care that Charles doesn't follow Y/n anymore, what counts is that she is happy đ look at the last pic, she's so adorable with Snow White
âłusername5 True, she looks happy and healthy while Charles is out there having to put up with a fake girlfriend
username6 What's funny is that Charles doesn't follow Y/n anymore, but both his brothers and majority of F1 drivers do
âłusername7 including the ones who followed her after the breakup đ
username8 Don't try to make up new rumours, Y/n is single and happy
username9 Not to be mean but... It says something about Charles that he had to unfollow
âłusername6 He either thought it'll help him forget or the new girlfriend made him unfollow
username9 Either way it tells us he's still thinking about Y/n
landonorris been a while since I last saw you
âłyourusername Let's see how long we can keep the streak up
username6 SLAAAAAY QUEEN
username10 I'll never be over the Y/nCharles breakup, I'm still going through it months after
âłusername11 That's okay because so is Charles
username12 Tbh in Y/n's place I would just take the chance and go for Lando, just to prove that Charles' PR relationship is in vain
âłusername2 That's not something Y/n would do, but if she ever did that I would support her
Username13 dating men is so much stress, why bother while you can sit at home with a cat watching Gilmore Girls instead?
you want dbf!logan to take you with him to the xmansion but do you want to go there to attend charles xavier's classes or do you have hidden intentions?
logan x afab!reader (smut) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!). gif credit to @/asgardswinter
âyour dad told me you haven't left your room all day.
logan leaned on the doorframe, crossing his big arms in front of his body. his brown eyes were on you, lying in the middle of your bed, focused on the book on your lap.
âmy head hurts every time i try to go outside. everything is too loud.
âeverything is too loud â. he mocked you.
you huffed. you had used that excuse so many times before, thinking you could fool him, as if he didn't know that you could control your powers perfectly. the professor told him so, that your mind was perfectly structured, that it was impressive how much control you had over your powers for a psychic.
you had used that excuse so many times before because you wanted your parent's permission to attend charles xavier's school and if you had to play the victim for that to happen, you would.
you always did the same thing.
every time your parents let you know that logan was coming to your house for dinner on the weekend, that's when your plan started. you acted like your headache was unbearable, like you could hear the voices of even the people across the street, like you could not leave your room without covering your ears and scrunching up your face trying to shut all the voices.
it was perfect. to you, the perfect plan, and every time was the perfect chance for logan to take you with him. but to your bad luck, your performance never had an effect on your parents, much less on him.
âwhen did you arrive anyways?
âlike an hour ago, but you already knew that, didn't you?
you smiled mischievously.
âdo you think i cannot feel you when you poke around in my mind?
âoh, i know you do. it wouldn't be so fun if you couldn't feel me.
logan walked into your room. you closed your book and put it aside on the bed, no longer interested in it. right after, he picked it up and looked at the cover, with a photo of the professor and the name, charles xavier, signing as the author.
âit could be considered obsession at this point â. logan declared.
you rolled your eyes and snatched the book from his hands as you got up from your bed to place it back in its place on the shelf. you stood on your tiptoes but it was still too high and you couldn't reach it. you turned your head to look at logan. âwould you mind?
he rolled his eyes and came to you, he knew what you were doing. the shelf was a bit high but you could reach it just fine.
logan took the book from your hand and stretched his body to put it on the shelf. during those seconds you were trapped between the piece of furniture and logan's body, his chest pressed against your back, his free hand held your hip in place to keep his balance and himself from crushing you.
you leaned subtly into the shelf, your ass rubbed against his crotch and logan immediately pulled away from you. you turned to look at him innocently as if you didn't do it on purpose, while your hands rested on your desk behind you, and with a little jump you sat on it.
âhave you talked to my parents? should i start packing?
âyou already know their answer. why don't you just use your powers to change their minds?
âif the professor knew, he would send me back home, but if you talk to them, my dad will listen to you, you are his best friend.
logan was the only person who could convince them. your parents weren't mutants, just ordinary people but they had seen how people like them treated people like you. they didn't want you to be away from them in a world where it was so dangerous to be a mutant.
yet they trusted logan. he fought alongside your father in some war and apparently, logan saved his life or something like that. you didn't remember that story very well, every time they told it at dinner time you could only focus on how the fabric of logan's shirt tightened around his big arms to the point that you could notice his veins. if you concentrated hard enough and used your powers you could even feel his warm blood running through them.
âi could have talked to them if you hadn't been putting those images in my mind while i was trying to have a conversation.
âtell me you didn't like what you saw â. you said, playfully. the eye contact became more intense when he didn't answer you.
those images were pure filth, scenarios that never happened and that you had fantasized about a million times in your head. you sent those dirty fantasies of yours to his mind while he was downstairs talking to your parents. he had to fix his position on the couch multiple times, take a sip of his drink to control the heat building up in his cheeks, and shake his head subtly in an attempt to kick you out of there.
logan remained silent which was enough of an answer. you smiled triumphantly. he shook his head, you were a lost cause.
âjust imagine if i went there with you and we could spend every day together â. you raised two of your fingers and made an elegant movement while pointing at the door. logan followed your hand and saw how the door of your room closed. while he was distracted, your legs encircled around his body and brought him closer to you. â i'd be all yours, logan.
he was going to complain, he was going to tell you how you shouldn't say such things, how you shouldn't do those things to him, and how it was even worse that he allowed it. but the way your thighs squeezed both sides of his body to keep him from escaping, the way his eyes were fixed on his crotch pressing against your clothed cunt, and the way you did not take your eyes off his mouth...
logan could not even utter the first word when you crashed your lips against his.
he called your name once. you acted like you didn't hear him and continued kissing him. logan kissed you back but you could hear all the voices in his head and you didn't want him to listen to what they were saying. he called your name again. you knew that tone, that way of calling you. âthis is wrong â. he mumbled into the kiss.
âno, it's not. i want you â. you whispered against his lips.
âyour parents are downstairs â. logan reminded you.
you broke away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected your lips while you raised one of your hands to the level of your heads and snapped your fingers. logan looked at you confused.
âthey can't hear us now â. you had to keep your concentration for a few seconds to be able to stay inside your parents' heads. when you had it under control, you planted a kiss on logan's chin. âthey don't even remember you're home. in fact, they don't even remember i'm home.
âdo you ever use your mutation for anything that isn't completely twisted?
you giggled. âand this is nothing.
a grunt left his lips at your words. your mouth attached to his again as your fingers sank into the thick, brown locks at the back of his head. logan's hands were on both sides of your thighs, digging his fingers into the flesh of them while he allowed your tongue to go past his lips. with his tight grip on the outside of your thighs, logan lifted you off the desk with ease. his hands slid down to your ass as he gently dropped you on the mattress of your bed.
logan threw his hands back and pulled the neck of his shirt over his head. you gasped and squeezed him harder between your legs. your hands were quick to attach to his pecs, feeling them hard, hairy, under your touch and then your nails scratched their way down, making logan groan, until they reached his abs. âgod, you're so hot â. you grabbed the dog tags hanging around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as you lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel him against you again.
in response to the desperation of your movements, logan's hand moved between your bodies and slipped into your pajama shorts. logan parted from your lips to look at you in the eyes, surprised.
âno panties?
âi knew you were coming over. fuck, âyou moaned when he put his middle finger inside you. âwanted to save us some time.
âyou wait for all your dad's friends without panties?
you whined and you held on to his bicep while he added his heart finger. his eyes were fixed on your face, paying attention to all your expressions. the way your teeth were digging into your lower lip, the wrinkles on your forehead from your frown, how your lips parted every time he pushed his fingers a little deeper.
âso you do, hm.
âno, logan, shit âhis thumb connected with your clit. âonly with you.
âatta girl, that's what i wanted to hear.
his face hid in your neck, his beard tickled you, his teeth gave little bites to your sensitive skin there and then his lips sucked on that same spot to soothe it.
your lips were half open, your eyes closed shut while his two fingers pushed inside you and his thumb moved in circles on your clit. you sneaked one of your hands inside his jeans and underwear and gave a sweet squeeze to his hard ass, was there any part of his body where his muscles were not perfectly defined? logan grunted, feeling how you sunk your nails there and gave him some cute half-moon marks.
your legs closed around his body as he felt how your pussy tightened around his fingers. âwait, i need you, please, fuck, i need your cock.
and who was he to deny you? you shifted uncomfortably on the bed when he pulled his fingers out of you.
âyou're still wearing too many clothes, don't you think? âlogan said as he sat on his knees. you nodded, arching your back so he could take off your shirt and lifting your hips from the mattress so he could slide your shorts and panties off your legs.
he licked his lips as he watched you from above. so perfect. logan felt bad about all the times that he had imagined what your body would look like, he had fantasized about it when he saw you dive into the pool while he helped your father with the barbecue, he had to look away from you when he noticed that your nipples were showing through that floral dress. all that ended at that moment, with you naked under him.
your cheeks were starting to grow hot thanks to his eyes on you.
âso fucking beautiful, you're fucking perfect, sweetheart âhe leaned on top of you again, connecting his lips to yours and cupping one of your boobs. âperfect fucking tits â. his lips moved from your mouth and sucked on your nipple. you whined in response, trying to focus on your hands unbuttoning his pants and zipping them down along with his underwear.
you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, using your thumb to spread the bead of precum over the tip. he clenched his jaw as you lined him up at your entrance and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, your hands gripping his biceps as he did it.
your throat felt dry from moaning, his hips hammering into you at a hard and fast pace, the sweet sounds that came out of your mouth encouraged him to do so. but then, all of a sudden, logan's hand covered your mouth and his movements stopped.
your dad was calling you. you heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, you had let yourself get so carried away that you had freed your parents' minds. logan looked at you with his eyes open wide, his heart beating so fast he thought it would burst out of his chest. you closed your eyes shut, getting into your dad's head and listening as his footsteps approaching your room stopped.
âugh, darling! i forgot she's not home. could you text her and tell her to buy it on her way home?
both of you let out a sigh of relief.
âthis fucking turned you on, you freak â. his hand was still in your mouth, he could tell you were smiling because of your eyes, âcould feel you clenching around my cock every time he came closer.
his fingers dug into the flesh of one of your thighs as he helped you to encircle that leg around his waist. your moans muffled and died onto the palm of his hands as logan pulled out and pushed in again. his dog tags dangled in your face, the tip of his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside you. the hand that covered your mouth came up to clutch the headboard above your head so he could steady himself and thrust into you harder.
you moaned his name, squeezing his body with your thighs, your pussy tightening around his cock. logan fucked you through your orgasm, making your legs shake and your eyes turn white thanks to the overstimulation, and then he thrust into you one more time before he pulled out and came on your stomach.
he let his forehead rest on your shoulder and you caressed his hair as you both tried to catch your breaths.
âdo you have anything i can use to clean you up?
you looked around, looking for something on your nightstands while you were still trapped under logan's body. you shook your head.
âyou should've just cum inside.
logan huffed a laugh as he moved off of you and lay down next to you on the bed. âmaybe in a few years.
he reached for your panties at the foot of the bed and he ran the fabric across your stomach, collecting all of his cum in them. you rested your head on one of your arms as you rolled over on the bed to look at him. he held your panties in the air using two of his fingers. âwear them all night and i'll convince your parents for you to come with me.
you smirked and you snatched them from his hand. âdeal.
Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?
Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!
Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy is a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing
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Inspired by this post from @deathsholywaterr ! I hope I did your idea justice!!
Also this shit is long so buckle up!
It had been about three months since your parents' divorce was officially finalized. Your dad had moved out long ago and with no other ties keeping her in California, she decided to move back to her hometown in Texas. And although you would miss your friends and the life you had in LA, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed (and deserved) a change. Plus, you had just found out your boyfriend was sleeping with your so called best friend. So, yeah, you wanted to get out as soon as possible.
All of your stuff was packed into a moving van and moved across the United States. You knew Texas would be super different, but a welcome change. Not to mention a chance to reinvent yourself. Taking college classes and finding your path in life, that was the goal. But, of course, a girl still needs to have a bit of fun and you and you had heard Texas nightlife was very fun!
That's how you found yourself, perched on a barstool, at a downtown Austin bar, listening to drunk people sing karaoke only hours after unpacking your clothes. You giggled lightly to yourself as a very drunk man hit a way too high note. Rotating the barstool around to place your now empty glass on the counter and just as you were about to motion the bar tender over to order another a man settled in next to you. He leaned against the counter, a bit closer to you than you would've liked.
"Hello gorgeous, how 'bout you let me get you a drink?" His words slurred together as the smell of the beer on his breath wafted towards you. Your nose scrunched in disgust.
"How about no?" Your tone was sweet, but your words were not as you batted your eyelashes at the man. He was cute, but you weren't exactly in the mood for flirting especially with someone as intoxicated as him.
"Come on, one drink. We don't even gotta have a conversation, just wanna know your name. I'm Tommy by the way." He held out his hand, with how close he was it almost hit you in the face. You recoiled.
That's when a different man appeared next to the two of you, he grabbed Tommy by the bicep and yanked his hand back. Then pulled his body a few feet away from you, finally giving you the space you had been wanting the whole time.
"I'm sorry about him, sugar. My brother is an idiot and I'm an idiot for thinking he'd be okay alone for five minutes." He turns to Tommy. "Can't even let me pee, without causing me problems, can you?"
Trying to hold back your smile, you flattened out your skirt, getting rid of the imaginary wrinkles in it. The brother's eyes lock onto your hands, seemingly just now taking you in. He gulps as his eyes glaze over, then clears his throat.
"I really am sorry about him. Here, let me buy you a drink." He says and you almost giggle at how badly the two brothers want to buy you alcohol.
"Don't worry about it! Sadly, I am used to drunk men coming up to me. I appreciate it though, but honestly I should get home." He looks lost in thought, like he's debating offering to drive you home. But just as he opens his mouth Tommy slips and falls, almost taking his brother down with him. Then, who you're assuming is the older one tries to get him back to his feet.
He continues to struggle to get Tommy up, as you stand from your seat after placing a few dollars onto the bar for tip. Tommy drops to the floor again and he sighs. Ruffling through his pocket he pulls out his card and hands it to you.
With a quick, "If you ever want that drink." Before getting Tommy to his feet and pushing him back to where they must have been sitting. You glance at the card wanting to know his name.
Joel
A few days later, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Half in an attempt to orientate yourself with the new areas and half just looking for what sounded good. You wanted snacks, just weren't sure what exactly. As you pushed your now pretty full cart down the wine aisle, you saw a familiar face at the other end.
You tracked him with your eyes for a second before his met yours. A smile graced his lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. Honestly you were surprised yourself. Not only did he recognize you, but he was happy to see you.
Making his way towards you, he offered you a small wave, which you returned. Your cheeks heated up slightly, you remembered he was attractive, but now in the bright florescence it showed even more. Glancing down at your outfit, you cursed yourself for not putting in just a bit more effort this morning.
"Hello again." Joel said when he finally made it over to you.
"Hello again," You mirrored his words, "Wasn't sure you would recognize me just now." You cursed yourself at the words you let slip out. Insecurities on full display.
"Of course I would recognize that beautiful face again." He says nonchalantly, like he didn't just openly call you beautiful. Like he didn't just openly flirt with you!
Cheeks flushed, you cleared your throat, "Did...uh...did you and Tommy get home alright?" He smiles like you've said something funny.
"We did, you?" Awkwardly, you shift your weight.
"I did."
He looks at you with the same smile from before, something mischievous now playing in his eyes. Cocking his head at you, he looks like he is trying to get you to say more.
"You never called, don't want that drink, sugar?" Now you are adorning a playful look back. He was scared you weren't going to call him?
"I was getting to it." You say, simply. Not wanting to come off too desperate, but also not letting his hopes get dashed.
"I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Joel takes a step closer to you.
"I might be at the bar sometime this weekend, maybe you will." At your words his eyes darken slightly. He knows you are toying with him.
Taking one more step towards you he leans down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "Maybe I will." And he's trying to play back. He smirks at you before offering you another wave and walking off into the depths of the store.
You are left there, blinking and blushing at his retreating figure.
That weekend, you were doing your makeup oh so precisely. The dress you had picked out hugged your figure perfectly. You wore your best heels. Your hair was meticulous. Now to just hope Joel showed.
It's not like the two of you picked a specific day or time so what if he wasn't there? You couldn't think like that, you could only hope for the best and look your best too.
As you pushed open the door of the same bar you had first met Joel at the cool air washed over you, causing you to shiver. That's when your eyes met with his. It was almost like he had his eyes trained onto the door, just waiting for you to arrive. It looked like he chuckled at your shiver as he stood and made his way over to you.
"Cold princess?" His head cocked at you in amusement.
You crossed your arms, "Actually I'm just fine." And with a nod you saunter past him and towards the bar to order a drink.
He follows closely behind him and you just know he's smirking at your response. Joel lets you attempt, and fail, to gain the bartenders attention. Before he places a hand lightly on your shoulder and nods as if to say "watch this".
Bringing his fingers to his lips he blows out a loud whistle, your eyes widen in shock. He smirks down at you before making eye contact with the bar tender who is now staring incredulously at Joel.
"Joe, think you can get my girl here a drink?" My girl? He didn't mean it like that, he couldn't have.
"Only since she's so pretty. But you? I've told you about doing that, Miller. So annoying." The bartender, Joe, mumbles the last part more to himself but both you and Joel hear it. Joel laughs behind you, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back. A shiver runs down your spine.
He leans down, talking into your ear, "Sure you aren't cold?"
You roll your eyes, he knows what he's doing. Actually, he's doing it on purpose. Letting out a scoff, you readjust your position on the stool allowing your body to graze against Joel's a bit more. His hand reaches out to grip the edge of the bar. You can feel his eyes boring into you, his knuckles are turning white. Yep, you know what you're doing as well.
And just as Joel was about to say something else to you, Joe comes back with two drinks in hand. He passes a smaller glass to Joel, with what you assume is scotch in it. Then he passes a taller glass with a mixed drink in it to you. Its the same drink you got the other night you came in and you wonder how Joe remembered. But you brush it off as good customer service and take a sip of your fruity drink.
Joel smirks down at you as you are obviously enjoying your drink ad sips his as well. The ice clinks in his glass when he sits down the half empty vessel next to you.
Once again, he speaks into your ear, "Why don't we find a booth?" Nodding in response, he holds his hand out to you to help you off of the stool. You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman he is.
The two of you sat and talked for hours. Subtle flirts, learning about each other, anything and everything. Although you weren't sure you were ready for a relationship after the train wreck that was your last one, you enjoyed Joel's company and it seemed like he enjoyed yours. Plus, it didn't hurt to just have a strictly physical relationship, did it?
Thats how you found yourself agreeing to another date with Joel. Thats how you found yourself moving your hips into his on the dance floor. And thats how you found yourself in his bed later that night.
Currently he was sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs straddling his as you kissed fervently. Your hips moved seemingly on their own, grinding your clothed core down onto his jean clad member. He groans into your mouth when you grind down even rougher. Big hands grip onto your hips, stilling your movements.
"Careful princess." His voice is deep as he mutters into your lips before catching them in a deep kiss again. This causes you to now let out a moan. Damnit if you weren't the most turned on you've ever been.
Joel seems to catch onto the faster movements of your hips, knowing you need more. His lips trial down your neck to the juncture of your shoulder, he bits you lightly before licking over the marks. You gasp, bucking your hips forward at the feeling. He smirks against your skin and moves his lips down your exposed chest. Silently thanking yourself for wearing such a low cut top.
Lips ghost against the skin of your breast before he pulls your shirt aside to let one boob out of its constraints. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and that's when you fully loose yourself into the pleasure. If you weren't fucked before, you sure were now. Well...you were going to be soon hopefully.
Pulling off of your bud, his breath fans over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes as a smirk graces his lips.
"Either you're always cold or I really have an effect on you." He says, craning his neck back towards your lips. You roll your eyes before he's meeting lips with your own and flipping you over to lay on the bed.
Your head lands all but gracefully on the plush surface, his lips never leaving yours. The hands that were on your hips, now explored your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. One massaged your still covered breast, the other slowly made its way up the inside of your thigh. His fingers tentatively crossed over your core and up to the buttons of your pants. Your need to have him inside of you grew stronger as you lifted your hips involuntarily, trying to urge him to take of your pants.
"So desperate." Is all Joel says before he is popping open the first button. Then the next. Then the next. Slowly he unbuttons them all and pulls your pants just as slowly down your legs. The pace makes you whimper out.
He was right, you were desperate. But with how slow he was going, who wouldn't be?
"I want to taste that pretty pussy." Joel says as he finally makes eye contact with your lacy underwear.
"Please, I just want you inside me." He gives you a look at your words, like he wasn't sure you meant it. Or he wasn't sure you were that ready?
"Next time, please Joel just fuck me already."
He seems to contemplate this for a second, but ultimately agrees, "Your wish is my command."
He slips out of his own shirt and quickly slides his jeans off too. Standing there in just his underwear, you swear you could pass out from the view alone. But your head was too cloudy to say anything. Joel seemed to see the lust in your eyes and just shook his head before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
"Take your shirt off for me, sugar." Its a bit more of a request than a command but you follow it like it was an order. You had to admit it was a bit sexy to be told what to do.
"Good girl, let me see how wet you are." He stands over you while stroking his hardening dick through his underwear. You watch in awe before following his instructions and pull your own panties off of you.
Spreading your legs, you display your pussy to him and he groans at the sight. He strokes himself a bit faster as you slide your fingers through your soaked folds. Fingers dip into your opening and you hold back your reaction, keeping your eyes locked onto his. When your fingers are thoroughly coated in your juice, you trail them up your torso to your mouth. Sucking your fingers in and licking them clean.
Darkness fills Joel's eyes as he decides this is the last straw and he is on top of you in a instant. Pulling your fingers out of your mouth he shoves them into his own, swirling his tongue around your digits.
Quickly he pushes off of you just to take off his underwear and slip the condom onto his painfully hard penis. You gulp at the sight, mouth watering like you've been in a desert for days. You make a note that next time you must also taste him.
But, these thoughts leave your head as quickly as they came because Joel is pushing his member into you. As the tip breaches your entrance, you are gasping and gripping onto his arms for support. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as he begrudgingly paces himself, trying to let you adjust
You almost giggle at the pained look on his face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hook your ankles together and pull him the rest of the way inside of you. He has to catch himself from falling on top of you from both a mixture of shock and the forceful nature of your movement.
Eyes meet yours with a shocked look. You just give him a smirk and a shrug in return. Regaining his composure, he pulls out of almost completely. So painfully slowly that you almost keel over. You know its your punishment for what you had done and you were feeling the full force of your actions.
But, the punishing doesn't last long as he enters you again. He thrusts out to his tip again only quicker and rougher. Continuing this action of thrusting in and out of you picking up a tempo.
After letting out another moan when he slams into you particularly hard, you crane you neck slightly to see the look on his face. He seems to have fully lost himself in the pleasure. The teasing is all lost and he is now fully focused on getting you both to your orgasms.
Joel is now fucking into you with no more reservations. He reaches a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubs the bud in circles, trying to work you towards your peak.
"Cum for me, princess." He says with a grunt, gripping your hips roughly. His hips snap into yours roughly.
You feel the beginnings of your orgasm. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Your hips buck up at the feeling, needing to orgasm.
"Joel!" You gasp out as you are pushed over the edge. You clench around his cock, pussy urging him to cum as well.
Working you through your orgasm, he continues his motions on your clit. He thrusts are getting a bit out of rhythm as he is also reaching his own peak. Leaning over you he reattaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.
As his hips stutter into yours he is thrusting into you one last time before spilling his load into the condom. Joel moans into your mouth as he works himself through his orgasm. Hips slow down as his orgasm ends and Joel is plopping down next to you. Wrapping you in his arms as his member is still inside of you.
All that is heard in the room is heavy breathing for a minute as Joel's sweaty body surrounds yours. You look up at him and his eyes meet yours. A smile graces his lips before he is pecking your nose and bringing you even closer to him.
Eventually, he pulls out of you and ties of the condom. Moving to toss it in the en suite before returning just to wrap you back into his warm embrace.
After the first time you and Joel hooked up, the two of you hung out at least three times a week. You would go to the bar, get a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit. But you would always end up back at Joel's place. In his bed. In his arms.
Your mom was also starting to catch onto something going on with you. With you coming home late, giggling on your phone, smiling randomly at the thought of Joel. Not to mention, you were acting a bit shady. Even your friend noticed a change when she called you the other day.
But it was nothing but physical, right? Right...
Pushing open the door as silently as you could, you slightly stumbled into the dark house. Still a little tipsy as well as a bit of jelly legs from your earlier activities. Slipping off your shoes and picking them up so your heels wouldn't echo, you tried to reach the stairs to your room.
The minute your hand grabbed the banister, the lights in the living room flipped on like some movie scene. Your mom sat on the couch, arms crossed staring at you.
Jumping you tried to calmly greet her, "Hey mom."
"Don't 'hey mom' me, where have you been?" She was never this serious, so it scared you slightly.
"Out, I found a bar in town and I've been hanging out there." You didn't want to mention Joel just yet. One because how did you explain to your mom that you had a fuck buddy. And two that that fuck buddy was almost twice your age.
"By yourself?" Shit, she saw right through you.
"I mean, I talk to a few people there. Made friends with the bar tender. Well sort of, he's a bit serious and-"
She held up her hand to stop your rambling. You snapped your mouth shut.
"Who drove you home?" Joel had been driving you home from his house almost every time you guys hung out. He didn't like you taking a taxi that late.
You gulped, "I got a taxi."
"I know that's not true, Y/N. You're seeing someone. I can tell. You're different since we moved here and I think it has to do with someone." Your eyebrows furrow at her confession. Was she mad at you for staying out or mad at you for keeping secrets from her?
"Okay, maybe I am. I'm an adult!" You really weren't sure what she wanted to hear at this moment.
"You are, but I just want to make sure you are responsible."
Now you were rolling your eyes and crossing your arms back at her.
"Responsible? I can assure you I am." What did she think? That you were going around sleeping with randos and not using protection?
"Good," She stood up now and made her way over to you, "I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetie. After all that happened before..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt on your face at the mention of your ex.
She continued, "Anyways, I can see you're happy, so I won't pester you much about it anymore. But, can you at least try to come home earlier. You know I worry." She places a kiss on your forehead and moves past you up the stairs a bit, only turning back to hear your reply.
"I will, I'm sorry you were worried." You smile at her, she returns that smile.
Making her way to her room she shouts back one more thing before closing herself in her room, "And I wanna meet him sometime!"
This has you gulping, breathing cut short, body rigid. How were you going to get out of this one?
The next morning as you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by your overly excited mother.
"Morning sweetie!" You almost cringe at her loud voice, feeling the effects of your late night.
"Morning." You grumble out, before making your way to the pantry to find something to eat.
She's humming to herself as she cooks some eggs on the stove. At first you don't think much of it, until you notice her almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. It makes you take a pause, she was excited about something and she definitely wanted to tell you about it.
"Why are you so happy?" You ask with a smile in your voice. Leaning against the pantry door, you make eye contact with her. She blushes, smiles, and then looks back down at her eggs.
"Remember how I told you I went out with a group of friends from high school the other night?" You nod recalling how she animatedly told you about that night and all the nostalgia.
"Well, we are all hanging out again tonight. I'm just excited." Now you nod in acknowledgement. But she did seem a bit more excited than just a hang out, eh whatever.
You went back to looking for your cereal, grabbing it and a bowl. While pouring your cereal into your bowl, your mom speaks again.
"Plus, I might have a man too." Jumping slightly at her confession, you almost spill your cereal. You weren't sure you were ready for her to date again. It seemed weird after your parents had just divorced. You'd never seen either of them with anyone else, just strange.
She continues without you saying anything, "We went to school together. Used to have a bit of crush on him back then, but never worked out. Anyway, he was with us that other night and when I tell you he aged well!"
Almost laughing at how your mom was acting like one of your friends. Cute little crush and everything! You still felt a bit weird about hearing something like this from her. First of all, ew! Second of all, was she ready?
"Oh, that's nice." Is all you can manage to say, before taking a bite of your cereal, that you had just finished pouring milk into.
"'That's nice.'" She repeats, setting her spatula down and not making eye contact with you.
"Yeah, mom, that's nice. It will be nice for you, after dad..." You trail off, not sure if this is a sore subject or not. The two of you didn't talk much about the divorce anymore. So you thought it better to tread lightly.
"I think so too." She says, a bit more happier now as she resumes her eggs.
Yep, it will be nice.
After your awkward breakfast with your mom, you returned to your room to text Joel. If your mom was going out, you might as well too, right?
A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message. Quickly dropping whatever you were previously doing you crashed down onto your stomach on your bed. Kicking your feet as you unlocked your phone to read the message.
Joel: Sorry, sugar but I have plans tonight. Tomorrow?
You sigh, guess everyone was busy tonight.
You: No worries! See you tomorrow!
Sighing, you flipped onto your back, staring at your ceiling trying to think of what was going to keep you occupied tonight.
You decided to take the time for a self care night. Painted your nails, did a face mask, read a bit, before ultimately ending up in the bath.
The soak felt nice and after weeks of not focusing on yourself enough, it also felt nice to just relax. Plus, if you were glowing the next time you saw Joel, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you.
That's how you found yourself, wrapped up in your soft robe propped up at your vanity. Hair wrapped in a towel while you rubbed lotion into your legs.
Just as you were finishing up, the doorbell rang downstairs. Sighing, not really wanting an interruption, but needing to answer it nonetheless. You pushed up from your seat and made your way downstairs. Not even bothering to change out of your robe.
And you would have never expected what you were about to see on the other side of the door as you swung it open.
There stood Joel and another lady, trying to hold up your very drunk mother. Eye immediately lock onto Joel's, an apologetic look on his face as he wasn't sure what to say.
Your mother however saw you and tried to rush at you to hug you. Slurring about this and that. How much fun she had, how pretty you were, anything and everything that came to her inebriated mind.
Joel and the lady held her back, trying to keep her on her feet and off of you. After the initial shock of the moment, you finally realized they were probably trying to get you to let them inside.
"Oh! Um, come in. I'm sorry about her, uh maybe just put her on the couch?" You gesture towards the living room and move aside to let all three of them through. Joel glances back at you as you close the door, eyes also trained onto him.
They try to place your mother onto the couch as carefully as they can, but she falls to the side anyways. You are almost horrified at the situation. Joel, here. Your mom, drunk. Joel with your drunk mom.
Joel clears his throat while the lady is busying herself with your mom, "As you can see, she's a bit tipsy." He states the obvious, you bite your lip as he shuffles from foot to foot nervously.
"A bit." You conclude.
"Yeah, uh, it might have been my idea to play a drinking game. Sorry!" The lady on the couch calls over her shoulder, returning to your mom.
Your eyes never leave Joel's. As the shock subsides, you finally put some pieces together. Your mom was going to see some high school friends. Joel was one of your mom's high school friends. You were hooking up with your mom's friend. Fuck!
Joel tries to read your face, you can see how he wants to go over to you. Wants to apologize properly or explain himself. Anything to make you feel better.
"Sug-Uh, Y/N right?" He almost lets his pet name for you out. You nod, like he doesn't moan out your name nightly.
"'m Joel and that's Linda." You nod again. What then fuck is happening right now?
"Do you think we should take her upstairs?" The lady, Linda, finally turns to look at you. She scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. Eyes shift to Joel, who is seemingly now taking in your appearance as well. You notice his Adam's apple bob a bit as he tries to wet his now very dry mouth.
"I mean, she will probably be fine there. One night on the couch isn't so bad." You try to joke but Linda's face stays stern.
"I'll take her up, can you bring her some water?" She looks to you and you nod again, now gulping at how serious she is.
Linda grabs your mom off the couch and surprisingly easily takes your mom up the stairs.
"The door on the left." You call out, realizing you never told her. Linda grunts in acknowledgement before taking your mom into your room. The second the door closes, Joel speaks.
"Linda's a bit serious."
"A bit serious? I was gonna say scary." He laughs at your statement.
"She is, isn't she?" He laughs again, before stopping as his eyes latch onto yours.
"Baby..." He trails off, not sure what to say.
"So, you're friends with my mom?" He nods. You open your mouth once, twice, before closing it again. Also not sure what to say.
"Obviously, I didn't know until she gave me the address tonight. Then I didn't know what I was going to say to you. I couldn't act like I knew you and-" He stops his rambling as you step towards him, placing a hand on his chest.
"It's okay, I know you didn't know. I know you wouldn't keep something like that from me." His hand engulfs yours, pulling it up to his mouth to peck your palm.
"You're so good to me." Taking a step closer, his forehead rests on yours.
You giggle, "You're so good to me."
The two of you sit there in silence for a second before he speaks again.
"You look so pretty right now, angel. I wish I could kiss you."
"You could." You confirm, bringing your face closer to his.
And right as he is about to attach his lips to yours, something crashes up stairs. you jump back from Joel at the sound before the two of you rush upstairs. Just to find Linda and your mom on the floor, laughing. You sigh in relief before noticing the pile of book knocked off the bookshelf.
"What happened?" You ask.
"She fell while trying to put her pants on. Knocked over all these books and me." Linda replies in between laughs. Only a bit shocked by her switch in emotions, you sign again.
"It's okay, you guys have done enough. I'll put her to bed now and clean that up in the morning. Thank you for everything." Linda nods, stands, and dusts herself off. Before looking to Joel who just gestures for her to go first.
Joel glances back at you once last time. Almost taking a step towards you, before shaking his head and following behind Linda.
The front door closes down stairs and your attention returns to your mom who is still sitting on the floor. Her head is slumped over and her breathing is even, like she has fallen asleep just like that.
"Come on, mom, let's get you to bed." You reach under her arms to lift her up. She doesn't help but falls into another giggling fit. Trying so hard not to laugh to you push her down under her seats, tucking her in just like she used to when you were little.
"That was him." She says all of a sudden.
"That was who?" You reply, not fully listening as you pick up one of the books.
"The guy I was telling you about. The one that grew up well. He's hot right?" You stop mid movement of picking up another book. What?
But before you can even say anything else soft snores come from the bed. You stand up and place the book back onto their shelf. Leaving the room silently.
You lean against the door once you shut it, stomach tying into knots.
The guy your mom is interested in is the guy that you are currently seeing. What the fuck?
The next morning it was your mom's turn to come into the kitchen groaning. Holding her head she sits at one of the barstools at the island.
"Morning sunshine." You greet her with a laugh while sipping your coffee.
She just grunts in response, you laugh again. Turning to make her her own mug of coffee, knowing that's exactly what she wants right now.
You slide it over to her, her eyes widen for only a second before lifting the mug to her lips. As soon as the liquid touches her tongue she is smiling into the brim of it.
"Thank you." She says as she places it back onto the counter. You raise your own mug to her in a "you're welcome" gesture. She sighs.
"Did I embarrass myself last night?" Groaning again while rubbing her temples.
You laugh, "Only a little." Holding up a pinching gesture with the hand not holding your coffee.
You take a sip while your mom speaks again, "Oh! But you met Joel right? What do you think?" And that's when you choke. You were kind of hoping she didn't bring up Joel.
"That bad?" Your mom chuckles while you try to recover from your coughing fit.
"Uh...um he didn't seem too bad." You finally say as you recover just enough to let the words out.
Your mom only nods, taking your short answer as enough.
What were you going to do?
You had sent a text earlier in the day to confirm with Joel that the two of you were still on for tonight. Although, you were a bit confused by the whole situation currently. You knew how you felt about Joel and honestly you were tired of hiding it from not only yourself but also him.
Now you could only hope he felt the same. That hope, however, came fully to fruition when the you showed up to Joe's bar and Joel was standing there waiting for you, bouquet in hand. You almost teared up at the gesture.
When you crossed the bar to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your body into his. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before handing the flowers to you.
"Sorry again about last night." You hit his chest at his statement. He backs up in shock, mouth wide open. His dramatics make you laugh.
"Stop saying sorry, it isn't your fault. My mom should be apologizing to you!"
"Still I should've at least warned you we were coming." Dramatics dropped as he looks down at his feet.
"While you were driving? Joel Miller!" Now you are the one being overdramatic and it makes him laugh like it had made you laugh.
"Fine, but I still feel bad."
You sigh, "Fine, but you're not sitting in this corner all night! Dance with me!" You grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor.
When you start dancing he is only swaying his hips a bit, not fully into it. But you aren't having any of that, you grab his arms and slide his hands down your sides. Flipping around so your ass makes contact with his crotch. This seems to make him react as he grabs your hips in almost a warning.
Although, of course, this only eggs you on to continue your teasing. Grinding your hips back into his like that very first night the two of you hooked up. You spin back around, hands moving up his stomach and chest finally resting latched behind his neck. Your head is tossed back as you continue to move your hips dangerously close to his own. Neck is on full display for Joel and he takes this as an opportunity to crane down and place a soft kiss there.
His head now rests on your shoulder using his hands to help move your hips in time with his. You smile, he must be feeling a bit better now. So when he raises his head out of the crook of your neck you raise your own to meet eyes.
But you don't see lust there, you see something else. Love? It makes you gulp, goosebumps raising on your skin as he leans down to bring his lips to yours.
And when he pulls away, "I want you." He says, but it isn't in the lustful way he usually says it. Not sure how to reply, you smirk teasingly.
"Then take me."
"Not like that, baby. I-I want you. I-" Words seem to stop at the top of his throat, fearing that they will topple over.
Still unsure, you say the first thing that comes to mind, "You have me. I've been yours for a while, Joel." The look in his eyes sparks almost unnoticeably.
"You're mine?" You nod. "Promise?" Another nod.
"Come home with me?" Instead of answering, you attach your lips to him.
Waking up in Joel's arms felt so much different than all the times you had been in his bed and in his arms before. Something about the intimacy of your conversation from the night before and the intimacy of being in his bed now. You were just so serene. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it.
Obviously, after leaving Joe's you ended up at Joel's place once again. Although this time you had told your mom so she wouldn't worry and you had also, at Joel's request, told her that you weren't going to come home at all tonight.
Of course, like all the nights before Joel and you had ended up fucking, but last night felt different. It was slower, it was intimate, it was like he was making love to you. If you had asked Joel he would tell you that's exactly what he was doing.
Glancing over at Joel, you see that he is still asleep. You try to carefully let yourself out of grip to get out of bed but his strong arms keep you there.
As you try again, he just grips you tighter letting out a groan. He opens his eyes slowly.
"Don't leave me." He says while still waking up.
"I'm not leaving, Joel, I-" He cuts you off by pulling you roughly into his side.
"Joel-" you warn with a squeak as he pushes on your stomach with the heel of hi hand. "-I need to pee."
He still doesn't let you up. Just nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath tickles your neck.
"If you don't let me go, I'll end up peeing in your bed." You try to warn him again and finally he lets you go with a sigh.
But before you can make it fully into the bathroom he is calling out behind you.
"You're mine?" Your eyes roll.
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Joel." Another warning tone.
"Promise." This time it wasn't a question.
"I promise. Now let me go pee!"
After peeing, you returned to Joel who was still sprawled out in bed. He brought you back into his arms as quickly as he could. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just bathing it each other's warmth.
Until Joel's hands started wandering. First it started with rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Then the circles moved to your thighs. The circles becoming less soothing and more whimper inducing. Then they moved to just above the waistband of your pants (boxers you had borrowed from Joel). Only for them to dip past that waistband just a second later. Now teasing your already dripping slit.
Whimpering out, Joel caught your sound with his lips. Letting his tongue taste yours. The kiss was slow, passionate. No matter how much he wanted you, he was taking it slow.
His fingers continued teasing your pussy lips, collecting your juices before slipping just the tip of fingers past your folds. Gasping, you bit down on his lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. The shock made him loose himself for a second but he recovered quickly and continued teasing you.
He did this for a minute or two never letting his lips leave yours. Bringing his fingers to your clit he rubbed the bud a few times before slipping his hand out of pants. You whined at the loss.
"I need to be inside of you. Can't wait any longer." He says before pushing you to turn around so he was now behind you.
You heard Joel rustling through his nightstand for a second before tearing open a package. Shifting away from your warmth for only a second to slide his underwear down and slip the condom on.
As quickly as he can he is returning to touching you, hand moving up under your shirt. Lips are on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin.
The hand in your shirt moves up to tease your boob, massaging both of them. The other hand is moving back to the waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs as much as he can in the position that you are in. You help him by lifting your hips a bit.
Joel slides his dick into you from behind, it being easy from till being a bit stretched out from last night. Not to mention all the teasing and the amount of wetness that is almost dripping down your thighs at this point.
You don't even need to adjust to the stretch, "Please Joel." You breath out. He continues fucking into behind and kissing at your neck.
Hand is still in your shirt, just holding onto your tit. The other is holding your hip in place, like he thinks you'll slip away from him. He is fully seated inside of you when he slowly pulls out of you to hi tip, before fucking back into all the way to the hilt.
He continues his slow and steady pace, just taking his time with your body. Needing to feel all of you. Needing you.
Thrusting his dick in and out of you. Working both of you towards your release. Morning sex with Joel was definitely different than any of the sex you've ever had with him before but you were loving it. You loved how he was taking his time. He didn't want either of you to get overstimulated.
The hand that was on your hip wrapped around to tease your clit. The strokes were as slow as his thrusts. But he strokes once particularly roughly and you are moaning, turning your head to try and meet lips with Joel. He obliges and connects your lips.
This is what sends you hurtling towards your end. The softness of the kiss, the circles on your clit, and the slow yet perfect thrusts. It crashes over you unexpectedly and has you moaning out loudly disconnecting your lips just so you can catch your breath.
And the feeling of your walls clenching onto his member has him closer to his peak quickly as well. He's usually very sensitive in the morning so he isn't very surprised. So when you seemed to have caught your breath and you no longer are jerking with your orgasm, Joel is placing his lips back on yours. Kissing you deeply as he swallows your breathy moans from the overstimulation.
This causes him to reach his peak, cumming into the condom with a throaty moan. Thrusting roughly into you a few times to work himself through his orgasm. When he is finished he is pulling out of you and using your shoulder to turn you back to face him.
He pulls your head into his chest. Breathing is still a bit labored as the two of you just feel the other person. Appreciating the comfort. Breathing in each other's scents, content.
Later that day after a shower, with Joel, he drove you back to your house to drop you off. You didn't have any clothes with you after all, so you at least had to change and because you didn't exactly want to leave Joel yet, when you didn't see your mom's car in the driveway you convinced Joel to come up with you.
He didn't protest much after you promised him your mom would not be returning any time soon. So he followed you through the house and into your room. You ushered him in and watched as he took it all in. Shutting the door behind you two, you made your way across the room to Joel.
Wrapping your arms around him from behind as he looked at some pictures on your desk. You hadn't realized until now but Joel had never seen the way you lived and it was comforting to finally have him in your space.
"That's when I was seven." You said as he picked up a picture of you with a soccer ball in hand, blue jersey hanging on your little torso. "I begged my dad to sign me up for soccer and only did it for about three weeks before I decided I hated it." You laugh at the memory.
He laughs too and places it down, now picking up a picture of you and your friend from prom.
"That feels like ages ago." You muse, "There used to be another girl in this picture but she uh she fucked my boyfriend so I cut her out." You nod into his back before disconnecting your arms and moving across the room to sit on your bed. Playing with your hands, he places the photo down and moves to sit with you.
"I'd never do that to you." He says after a beat of silence.
"Fuck my boyfriend? I hope not." You try to joke but it doesn't fully reach your voice.
Joel grabs your hands, "Cheat on you." He says the thing you weren't sure you wanted to hear. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.
So he speaks instead, "You deserve the world and I want you to know that I'm prepared to give it to you." You smile, finally bringing your eyes to his.
"You sound so old!" You jest as you hit his chest. He grabs your wrist using it pull you forward into him. You fall into his chest, Joel uses that as an opportunity to stable you by a hand on your hip.
"If I really was that old, I don't think I could fuck you the way I do." He tone is laced with seduction as he brings his lips to ghost yours. Breath fans over your face, causing you to shiver. He smirks almost bringing up the inside joke of you being cold all the time. But throws this away to instead attach his lips to yours.
The kiss is fiery, not like the ones from this morning that were filled with passion, this one was like he needed to prove something. Prove he would always be yours and you would always be his.
His lips and his hands have you so much in a trance that neither of you hear a car pulling into the driveway. Or the front door opening. Or your mom calling out your name. Or climbing up the stairs. Or opening your door.
But you do hear the gasp and the sound of bags dropping to the floor as your mom sees the two of you. Pulling away quickly both you and Joel jump away from each other like a fire was just lit between you. Your head snaps to look at your mom and then back to Joel and notice she is doing the same thing with the both of you.
"Mom, I-" You try to explain but loose your words and good thing too because they would be falling on deaf ears anyways. With her blinking twice and rushing out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the house, and driving away.
You look back to Joel who has a mortified look on his face, then back to the doorway your mom was just in.