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anisespice · 1 year ago

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“ block boy ” || tokyo rev.

parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ran’s, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think that’s it.

notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is “what it is”. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldn’t get ‘em out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lol

notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when they’re not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (•3•>)

tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen

“Did the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?”

When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.

Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasn’t for the weak.

You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. “Well?”

One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, “I-It was an honest mistake…we thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-”

“B-B—Bullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes weren’t trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didn’t check the back of the goddamn trucks!”

You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guy’s head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasn’t as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.

“You’re gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your ‘mistake’ by the end of today, or I’m gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!” Mikey cleared his throat.

You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. “Oh! Jiro, baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘s okay..” he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. “Didn’t want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just doing a little ‘housekeeping’ until you got enough rest, that’s all.”

He slowly nodded, lips pursed. “Could’ve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.”

“You do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue working—We both know I’m the only one around here who can keep you in check.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Mm.. can’t say you don’t fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.”

Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of which.. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.

Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.

“Matter of fact.. think ‘m still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour f’me? Or two?”

The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but that’s besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.

Well, consider the waters tested.

“You’re not really an undercover cop, are you?”

Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. “It’s something illegal, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.

“.. forgive me..” he croaked, bowing his head.

He felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t bear the thought of you despising him, but he’d honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him again…

However, what he didn’t expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.

Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroad—One side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Hitto.”

Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. “W-what?”

You coyly tilted your head, “To be honest, I always figured there was something…off about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-”

“Never.” His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.

“I know. You’re much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,” you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, “safe to say I was on the right track.”

Kakucho hesitated. “And that doesn’t…put you off?”

“That you’re a thug?” He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didn’t need to worry.

With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.

Kaku’s jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasn’t going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldn’t believe you were there—That you wanted to stay.

The ravenette’s breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each other’s mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:

“Always wanted to be a ride or die.”

It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.

Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured it’d be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Man’s must’ve forgot who he was.

When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.

It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemy’s throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasn’t sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldn’t care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldn’t let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.

“P-Please! I-if you let me go, you’ll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-”

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said you’d do to me once you killed my husband? Can’t seem to put my finger on it…Haru, darling, do you recall?”

Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, “Said he’d ‘Fuck you raw on top of my corpse’.”

You winked. “Bingo. Thank you, handsome.”

“Welcome, gorgeous.”

The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan, aw.” You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry ‘Fuck you’ in his final efforts of showing dominance. “Oo, there’s that passion we were missing!~ Let’s see how much more I can carve outta yo-”

Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, “Alright, [_____], playtime’s over. We gotta haul ass.”

You pouted. “But, we didn’t get to fuck on top of his corpse...”

Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldn’t help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. You’ve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized that’s for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.

Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.

“Next time, pretty baby.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Without hesitation, you strummed the man’s throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurant’s back exit.

Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You’re getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?”

He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. “Sweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.”

“You good, ma?” A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.

That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.

“I am now,” you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.

“Missed me that bad, huh.” You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husband’s that made you weak in the knees—his undivided attention. “Bored?”

“So fucking bored,” you whined, tugging on his lapels. “These things are always such a drab..”

Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. “Ya sure that’s what has you so out of it?”

You tilted yours, confused. He continued, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. You’ve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you weren’t dripping all over the damn floor—”

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. “You’re so irking...”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. If you knew I was horny, I could’ve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.”

“Hm, almost as if I was doing something important, like…” he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, “working.”

You huffed, “I’m important too…do me.”

Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. “��course you are, baby. Didn’t know it would go for this long, ‘m sorry.”

“Then, how ‘bout you and I take a little…smoke break,” you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, it’s futile when your husband clicks his tongue.

“No can do. Kakucho’s still not over the last time we took a ‘smoke break’ together.”

“He’s not? Seriously? We weren’t even gone for that long!”

He raised a brow. “[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.”

You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, “I know, I know. Poor thing can’t go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.”

“Shut up..!” You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.

Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. There’s nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.

And he knew how much you hated doing that.

“Ten minutes.”

He sighed. “[_____]…”

“Five minutes?”

“We can’t-“

“A minute, god, I don’t even have to finish, Rin, please.” You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didn’t do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. Maybe…sparing just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldn’t see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who was needy.

Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.

“Better me than Kaku.”

“Like I’ve already explained to you, Officer. My husband’s been here all day. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but he can’t exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.”

Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shooters…

Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.

“Mhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if he’s been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldn’t have her answering the front door.” He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.

You worked your jaw, annoyed. “In the shower.”

“How convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?”

“You can assume whatever you want, it doesn’t change my answer. He’s been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.”

“Now, hold on—”

Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like that…blissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pig’s flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.

You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. “You tell ‘em, baby.”

However, that silence didn’t last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.

“[S/n], don’t touch daddy right now…he stinks.”

Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.

“That’s ‘cause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,” he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. “But, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didn’t she?”

“Yea!” [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smile—Ran noticed. He always did.

“Yeah.. we’re real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever we’re in trouble.. right, mama?”

Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.

Remorse.

Ran didn’t like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family… You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wall…It’s a miracle how you haven’t packed up and left him yet…

And he thanks his lucky stars that you haven’t.

With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-”

“For the record, tonight wasn’t exactly my fault-”

“-and I don’t care. I just…”

Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if that’s what got him in your good graces again…but it doesn’t come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.

Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.

Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

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javierpena-inatacvest · 8 days ago

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Chapter 22 pt.1- Plus One

Summary: One weekday in September, you and Javi learn that your family is getting a very welcomed addition to your family

Word Count: 15.2K

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, oral (f receiving) vaginal fingering, praise kink, breeding kink (listen... she's already pregnant, but Javi's an optimist LOL), general talk of pregnancy, doctor's appointment, nausea/morning sickness, Dad to be!Javi makes me weak in the mf'in knees (I'm being so fr, the man is built to be a dad), The Murphy's/Chucho/Your family may have a gambling problem

A/N: This is me bracing myself for y'all to throw rotten fruit at me in the public square while you boo and his because this literally took 6 months AND I AM SO DEEPLY, TRULY SORRY ABOUT IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Me and this chapter have been in a wrestling match since November, but she's finally here!!! I'm planning on splitting up Javi and Osita's pregnancy journey by trimester, so this chapter is months 1-3, next chapter will be months 4-6, etc... I know I sound like a broken record, but the love that you guys have shown this story and these characters legit makes me want to cry, I think part of the reason this took so long is bc after this, there's only two more chapters before NTL is a wrap, and that's a very weird thing to say. So regardless, I just wanna say I love y'all and love getting to share this story with you and I'm just feeling really sappy about it 🥹💛 OKAY ANYWAYS, YOU CAN CONTINUE WITH THE BOOING AND TOMATO PELTING, I'M SORRY AGAIN!!!!

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Month 1

“I swear to God, if I’m already getting sick two weeks into the school year, I’m gonna cry.”

Finding yourself hunched over your toilet bowl at 6:30 A.M. was not the way you were planning to start your Wednesday morning, but after tossing and turning for the past hour in bed with a terrible pit in your stomach, you didn’t feel like you had much of a choice.

Being the light sleeper and worry wart he was, Javi was up with you, despite your best attempts to tell him to go back to bed, considering there was nothing he could do for your upset stomach besides watch you vomit repeatedly into your toilet. Trying his best to stay awake without his mandatory dose of morning coffee, Javi sat on the bathroom floor next to you, still in nothing but his boxers as he simultaneously rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with one hand and your back with another.

“I think I’m just gonna start wearing a hazmat suit to school.” You sighed, sitting up a little straighter, starting to feel at least a little bit of relief after feeling like you had finally emptied the last of anything left in your stomach. “I think that’s the last of it for now. Fuck, I gotta take a shower before I do anything else to get ready.”

“Get ready? Osita, you just spent an hour throwing up. You should be taking the day off.” Javi shot up, your proposition now making him fully awake, shocked that you would even consider going into work after the events of this morning.

With a remorseful grunt, you pushed yourself off the bathroom floor, trying to stretch and shake out any remainder of your sickness as you stepped over Javi to turn on the shower.

“Jav, it’s more work for me to call in sick and make sub plans than it will be for me to just go into school. I don’t even have my normal plans ready since it’s the beginning of the school year. Worst case, Maria can watch my class if I need to throw up again, or very worst case, I bring in the rolling TV cart and put on Bill Nye the Science Guy for them.” You sighed, stripping yourself of your pajamas and tossing them on the floor before pushing open the shower curtain and slipping under the steaming flow of hot water.

“Jesus Christ…” Javi whispered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration at your stubbornness. “Honey, I’m just worried that-”

“Javi, I’ll be fine. You gonna write my sub plans and teach for me today? If that’s the case, go right ahead and I’ll stay home. Seriously?” You snapped, a little more sass in your tone than you had intended, your frustrations more at the circumstances of your job and less at Javi’s suggestion. You stood in silence for a moment, the rhythmic splash of the water from the showerhead hitting the floor of the tub as your stomach began to fill with guilt in the way you had responded to Javi after he had spent his whole morning sitting beside you in the bathroom while you threw up.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” You muttered, pushing back the shower curtain to look at Javi, jaw shifting back and forth as he grinded on his teeth, trying his best to make sure his lack of sleep and coffee didn’t turn the rest of the morning into a war zone because of your comment.

“It’s okay, Osita. What can I do to help?”

“Can you make me breakfast?” You asked sheepishly, tears starting to well in your eyes that you had taken your anger out on Javi, and despite that, he was still offering to help.

“Of course, baby. What do you want?”

“Just eggs and toast.”

“Okay. Just worry about getting ready and I’ll take care of everything else. I love you.” Javi smiled, giving your arm a little squeeze.

Suddenly, a wave of emotion seemed to crash through your body, your wet, teary eyes now transforming to full on sobs, feeling such an intense combination of guilt and appreciation for how wonderful your husband was, and how terrible you felt that you had reacted to him the way that you did.

Just as soon as Javi was about to get up and make you breakfast while you fought to get yourself ready for work, he was back, crouched down next to you as he heard the sound of your soft sniffles and tears.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Javi asked, concern flooding his face, reaching up to wipe your wet cheek with his thumb as he cradled your jaw.

“I’m so sorry I was so mean about that, I- I- I know you’re just trying to help. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You sighed, shaking your head and trying to laugh off your teary state. “I’m fine. I didn’t mean to get so mad at you, I don’t know why I’m so all over the place right now.”

“Hermosa, it’s okay. I promise. Why don’t you get in the shower, I’ll make you breakfast, and pack up all your stuff for this morning.” Javi smiled softly, pressing a soft kiss into your messy, morning bed head before exiting the bathroom, leaving you to finally start getting ready for the day.

After a pain-stakingly nauseous shower, followed by eating approximately two bites of toast and no eggs, you somehow managed to make it to school on time, but spent the entirety of the day fighting for your life as waves of stomach pain and exhaustion crashed through you. As if teaching wasn’t tiring enough in itself, trying to wrangle 26 3rd graders while holding back the little you ate of your breakfast was enough to completely knock you on your ass by lunch time, leaving you to lock yourself in your room after dropping your students off at the cafeteria, praying that the hour of peace and quiet would help you make it through the rest of the day.

Unfortunately, even with your door locked, your nosy co-workers needed to investigate why you hadn’t shown up to the staff lounge to eat, and were soon knocking on your window to demand answers for your absence.

“Mija, what’s going on? Why aren’t you at lunch?” Maria demanded as she barged through your door, quickly followed by Estelle and Linda. “I’ve been dying to tell you about what Carlos’s younger brother did today during math and- Oh, cariño, you look terrible.” Maria’s train of thought seemed to come to a complete halt as soon as she locked eyes with you, hunched over your desk with heavy eyes and grimaced face.

“Rude, Maria, dios mío.” Linda groaned, giving Maria a sharp jab to her ribs at her friend’s bluntness before looking over at you, trying her best not to comment as directly at your disheveled appearance. “No offense, honey, but you look like you do not feel well at all. Are you okay?”

“It’s fine, I feel terrible so I’m sure I don’t look any better.” You huffed, scrunching your face as you stood up, trying to fight your nausea as you came to your feet. “I’ve been throwing up all morning, and when I’m not throwing up, I feel so nauseous that I want to throw up.”

“Mija, why are you not at home?! I need to come over and smack some sense into that husband of yours for letting you go to work today.” Maria scolded, glaring at you with disapproval, arms crossed against her chest.

“It’s not Javi’s fault, he tried to get me to stay home today too, but you guys know what a pain it is to make sub plans. It was just easier to come in today.” You sighed, your eyes traveling back and forth between your co-workers in front of you and the trash can beside your desk, feeling an uncomfortable lump creeping up from your stomach and into your throat.

“So Javi’s not sick?” Estelle asked, shaking your head no silently in response.

“Well it’s probably not food poisoning then…” Linda pondered, trying to diagnose your ailments, “unless you ate the grilled cheese they were serving in the cafeteria yesterday, because that definitely looked questionable. No kids in your class with the stomach bug? Chucho’s not sick?”

You shook your head no again, this time, your eyes solely locked on the trash can, trying with everything in you to keep down whatever was bubbling up.

The women stood quietly, thinking to themselves to try and come up with a solution for your sickness, seemingly stumped, until an ear to ear grin began to creep across Maria’s face.

“Maybe it is Javi’s fault.”

“Aye, aye, aye, Maria, what do you think the man did, try to poison her?” Estelle asked, the rest of you staring at Maria in complete confusion as to how Javi had anything to do with your current state.

It was then that Linda suddenly seemed to catch on to Maria’s subtle suggestion, her smile lighting up just as bright as her co-workers while you stood there in an ever nauseous confusion.

“What am I missing?” Estelle asked, looking back and forth between Linda and Maria, the two ladies both standing with arms crossed and brows raised, smirking and nodding at their friend.

“Mija, any chance that you don’t just feel nauseous, hmmm? Perhaps, emotional, tired, achy?”

“I- I mean, yeah, but it’s the second week of school, Maria, I think everyone is tired and emotional and probably achy, too.” You groaned, scrunching your face and swallowing hard to keep the unpleasant feeling creeping up your throat at bay.

“Oooooooooohhhhhh.” Estelle cooed, connecting the dots of Maria’s cryptic symptom description, the 3 ladies standing in a giddy mutual suspicion for your current state.

You stood there, in a silent stare down of confusion, eyes darting back and forth between your giggling co-workers, waiting in an anxious anticipation for you to read their minds and understand why they were suddenly filled with so much glee watching you practically keel over at your desk.

Suddenly, it hit you.

A final, violent wave of nausea crashed through you, frantically reaching for your trashcan to bury your face in as you threw up what little you had managed to eat today, your newly emptied stomach making way for a new, very different type of wave than the one you had just experienced.

An inevitable wave of clarity. A surmounting wave of realization. A wave of piecing together all of the little clues your body had been leaving you.

Nauseous.

Tired.

Emotional.

Sore.

And now that you were thinking about it, your period was supposed to have started 3 days ago.

“Oh my god…” You whispered into your trash can, hands shaking and heart racing out of your chest. “Do you think- Do you think that I’m-”

“Mija, all I will say, is that when I found out I was pregnant with all three of my boys, I didn’t feel much different from how you are now.” Maria smirked, cutting off the rest of your drawn out thought.

Trying to find any words in your haze of disbelief, the shrill ringing of the lunch bell flooded your classroom, the 4 of you realizing that despite your new revelation, you had classrooms full of children you needed to go retrieve and teach for the rest of the day.

“Oh, of course this is when the lunch bell decides to ring…” Linda huffed, rolling her eyes as the dinging continued, the ladies now quickly scampering towards the door to avoid getting a scolding from the cafeteria workers about being late to pick up their class because they were chatting.

“W-wait-” You stammered, slowly trailing behind them, trying to catch their attention before they were too far gone, “Please don’t tell anyone about this. If Chucho or Javi find out before I can tell them, I-”

“Oh honey, I know we gossip and gab like it’s no one’s business, but all of us have been in your same shoes before and wouldn’t dare ruin your special moment for you, if that’s what it turns out to be.” Estelle smiled, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance, her eyes glistening with a genuine confirmation that your secret was safe with them.

“Besides,” Maria laughed, subtly lifting her gaze towards the sky, “If we ruined this moment for you and Javi, I think Lucia would find a way to come back from the dead, strike us all down where we stand, then drag us all back with her.”

“Thank you.” You sighed, softly smiling at your co-workers, grateful for their understanding, a small twinge of sadness behind all of your laughter, knowing how excited Javi’s mom would have been to find out there was a chance she was finally getting the grandchild she had always longed for.

“Now go, get out whatever is left of your lunch before the kids come back. We’ll get them from the lunchroom. Lord knows that you could be crawling towards your death bead and those little monsturos (monsters) wouldn’t show you any mercy.”

As if perfectly on cue, another unpleasant grumble began to growl in your stomach, hunching back over your poor trash can as your co-workers scurried away, leaving you to ponder how in the world you were going to make it through this afternoon if the nerve wracking suspense, or more likely, knee-buckling nausea, didn’t kill you first.

Some way or another, you managed to make it to the last bell, locking up your classroom and sprinting out to your car before the last busses had even left, driving like a NASCAR racer to the nearest drugstore. You left CVS with no less than 3 different types of pregnancy tests, not wanting to take any chances that something strange or faulty was going to stop you from getting the answers you had been dying to know since lunch.

The rest of your ride home was a terribly unsettling mixture of nerves and anticipation, wondering if the pounding feeling in your gut was because you actually needed to vomit, or you were just so anxious that you felt like you could at any second regardless.

As you pulled into your driveway, you were thankful to find that there wasn’t some strange reason that Javi had beaten you home today, grabbing your shopping bag of pregnancy tests from the front seat, and foregoing anything else you had to bring in from your car as you bolted to the front door.

Your dog, Bear, was ecstatic to greet you upon your return home, his tail wildly wagging and thumping as you walked through your entryway, feeling guilty for not giving him the same amount of prolonged love and attention you normally would when you returned home, rushing him to the backyard to go to the bathroom after being inside all day so you could do the same.

While Bear trotted around in your backyard, finding a good place to do his business, you were rushing over to your kitchen, rustling through your cupboards to find a cup you wouldn’t be mad had to go to waste because it had been filled with your pee. Eventually, you were able to find an old, chipped “Everything is Bigger in Texas” mug, with letters so faded that you honestly were even unaware of its existence until this point. Worst case, if it was a special mug that Javi secretly loved, you were sure a positive pregnancy test would warrant its use to be filled with your urine.

Bear let out a happy bark at the backdoor, stumbling his way into the house and immediately gluing himself to your side, practically in lock step with you as you grabbed your mug and CVS bag before making your way up the stairs to your bedroom, plowing open the attached bathroom door to spread your contents all over the countertop.

Normally, you would have been a little annoyed that Bear had followed you into the bathroom and plopped himself down right next to your feet as you sat on the toilet, awkwardly shifting the mug between your legs, focusing as hard as you could to pee, but there was something calming about your big, goofy, golden retriever settling right beside you, keeping you company.

After you had finished peeing way more than probably needed into the cup, you carefully set it next to you on the counter, grabbing each box of pregnancy tests and opening them to read the instruction manual inside before plucking a wrapped test out of each.

Your hands were shaking so badly at this point, you were shocked you hadn’t dropped anything yet, because knowing your luck, it would have been the cup of pee all over your bathroom floor. Carefully, you unwrapped each of your 3 tests with trembling hands, uncapping each before dipping them into the yellow liquid, ready to embark on the longest 5 minutes and 15 seconds of your life.

“1… 2… 3… 4… 5…”

With all of your tests dipped, you flipped them face down, looking over at the digital clock by your toothbrushes to see its bright red numbers read “4:52”, readying yourself to count down the seconds until it reached “4:57”.

Years may have well been passing with each minute that went by, anxiously pacing back and forth across the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, every single emotion you had ever felt in your entire life now festering at the forefront of your mind, feeling like your life was flashing before your eyes, time ticking down before 3 little plastic sticks determined if the course of your life was about to be forever changed.

The excitement of picturing your belly grow, carrying life that you and Javi had made, knowing what a good father Javi would be, and what an amazing family the two of you, maybe soon to be three of you would have together.

The anxiety of wondering if you were fit to be a mom, all the mistakes you could make in raising a tiny little human and bringing them into a world you wouldn’t always be able to protect them from.

The bittersweet melancholy of watching your friends and family embrace your child into their lives, showering it with love and joy, when some of the people that you and Javi had cared about most wouldn’t be there to partake.

The indescribable feeling of knowing that your life would never be the same- for better, for worse, through the highest highs and lowest lows, your journey would no longer be just about you or Javi, it would be for your own little family.

You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest as you paced up and down the length of your bathroom, Bear trailing behind you in lock step as you took your final lap, watching the clock finally hit 4:57.

For as badly as you wanted to look, you almost couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes, the first test you grabbed still flipped over in your hands, test results facing the bathroom counter.

You took three deep breaths, each one longer and slower than the last, holding the test in your trembling hands before opening your eyes to see the fate of yours and Javi’s future laying in your palms. Because there in your hands, was the start to the rest of your lives.

Two pink lines.

You almost couldn’t believe it, frantically scrambling for the other two tests, flipping them over much more haphazardly than you had the first, praying with everything in you that the first test wasn’t just a fluke.

Two more sets of two pink lines.

“Oh my god…. Oh my god?!” You whispered to yourself, tears beginning to well in your eyes in blissful disbelief, mouth shooting over your hand to cover the audible gasp that escaped your lips, now stretched in the widest smile to have ever graced your face. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Oh my god?!” You couldn’t stop chanting it, the phrase spilling out of your mouth as the only sentence your brain could manage to comprehend.

Holding each test up one at a time, over and over, you kept inspecting them, making sure your eyes weren’t playing some sort of dirty trick on you, that you were imagining the extra line you had wanted so desperately to be there. After holding up each test in every corner of your bathroom, triple checking under any different lighting you could find, there was absolutely no denying that you weren’t crazy or imagining things in the slightest.

You were pregnant.

You stared at your tests for what felt like hours, so overwhelmed with joy and emotion by those two pink lines, that there was nothing else in the world that existed in that moment besides you and the new life you had beginning to grow inside you. Tears welled in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you tried to process everything you were feeling, body trembling with astonishment and shock.

You were going to be a mom. Javi was going to be a dad.

Javi was going to be a dad.

Javi.

Oh my god, you needed to tell Javi.

The realization struck you enough to rattle you out of your staggered state, heart racing even faster as you came to the realization that you needed to let your husband in on the happiest news of your life.

So lost in your own world upstairs, you had been paying no attention to the time- For all you knew, past 4:57, time simply didn’t exist anymore. But for everyone else that wasn’t living in your blissfully unaware bubble, including Javi, time existed just as it did on any other day, and the all too familiar of his truck pulling into the garage as the door rumbled open meant that the time of day he made his arrival at home had come.

When you thought about telling Javi about your pregnancy, you had imagined some sort of cute surprise for him- Balloons, a cute baby onesie, a pregnancy test wrapped up in a box, maybe even a mug with #1 dad on the side. But as Javi’s key turned in the door, his footsteps trailing downstairs, you knew there was no way you could keep your news a secret long enough to even make it out of the bathroom without telling him, and in all actuality, your body was still in such a state of shock that you don’t think it would have let you move, even if you tried.

“Hey, baby, I’m home!” Javi shouted, tossing his keys and work bag on the kitchen counter, pausing for a moment as he waited for your response. Hearing Javi’s voice, Bear barreled through the bathroom door, sprinting downstairs to greet him, leaving you alone, still frozen in place, pregnancy test in hand.

“Hey, buddy!” You heard Javi greet your dog from your statue-esq position from the bathroom, “How’s my good boy, huh? Where’s your mom? Osita? Where are you, baby?” With a few happy barks, Bear was scrambling across the hardwood of the kitchen floor, bolting his way back up the stairs, paws thumping with every step. You could hear Javi beginning to follow behind, pace quickening as he followed the path of your dog.

“Hermosa? You upstairs?” You could sense the concern growing in Javi’s voice at your lack of response, making his way to the top of the stairs.

It was like the pathway from your brain to your mouth had completely shut down, trying to speak, to say anything to let Javi know where you were, but the sudden wave of nerves that had overtaken your body had only left you more stuck, praying that where you were was the first place he’d come to look.

“Baby, are you up here? Are you okay?” Javi asked, hearing his voice travel closer to you as he nearly sprinted down the hallway, finding his way to your shared bedroom. Seeing the light beaming out of your bathroom gave him some sense of relief that he may find you there, trying to steady his nervous breathing as he peeked through the doorway.

“J-Javi-” You sobbed, your tears immediately making Javi wrap his arms around you, embracing you in the tightest hug he could, cradling the back of your head as he held you pressed against his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhhhhh, baby, it’s okay. I’m here.” Javi cooed, gently swaying you back and forth in his grasp, giving you a moment to collect yourself as he felt your tears begin to subside. “What’s wrong, Osita? Got me worried sick when I couldn’t find you.”

His hand shifted to cup your cheek, forcing your gaze up at him, carefully wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumb, the concern pooling in his big brown eyes only overwhelming you with more emotion.

You were honestly shocked that Javi hadn’t noticed the test still in your hand or the other two on the bathroom counter, quietly laughing through your happy tears, making Javi cock his head in utter confusion.

“Osita, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Javi asked, completely puzzled by your response.

You gently tilted your head towards the bathroom counter where your pregnancy tests lay scattered across its surface. At first, you were convinced that Javi was so concerned about you, he didn’t notice anything suspicious, his eyes quickly darting over to the counter before shifting back to you, his face even more confused than before.

You nodded back to the counter again, this time making the motion a little more obvious, staring at the tests until Javi’s gaze wandered in the same direction as yours, heart pounding in your chest as you watched his expression shift from complete and utter confusion to absolute disbelief.

Javi’s hand was trembling as he reached down towards the counter, carefully picking up one of the tests. With two glaringly obvious pink lines staring back at him, Javi’s jaw all but hit the floor while you watched in real time as he put together the pieces of your puzzle.

“Oh my- Holy Fuck. Holy Fuck. Osita, baby, oh my god. You’re- Oh my god. Baby, are- are you serious?” Javi whispered, his voice trembling in disbelief, convinced that what he was seeing was too good to be true.

“I took 3 different tests. They’re all positive. Javi… We’re gonna have a baby.” You smiled, wetness streaming down your cheeks as you beamed at your husband, watching the gears in his mind turn as he processed that what he had heard was real.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He repeated, whispering it like the world’s most precious secret, the look on his face shifting from disbelief to pure and utter joy with each word.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Javi.”

“I’m- I’m gonna be a dad? I’m gonna be a dad. We’re really gonna have a baby?” He choked out, his smile so wide you were convinced his face had to hurt with how hard it was scrunched.

“We’re really gonna have a baby.” You confirmed, just as much as yourself as for him, reaching up to grab his face, making sure he watched your head nod in the happiest agreement you’d ever made to anyone.

Scooping his arms under your thighs, he hoisted you up to let your legs lock around the small of his back, spinning you around the bathroom, the two of you exploding his blissful laughter, giggles and tears while he peppered kisses all over your face.

“Oh, I love you so fucking much, Osita. I love both of you so fucking much. You're gonna be such a good mom.” Javi beamed, carefully setting you back down as he dropped to his knees in front of you, both hands splayed across your stomach while his peppering of kisses moved to your belly. “Oh my god. Holy fuck. You swear you’re being serious? You’re really pregnant?”

“Yes, I’m being serious, Jav! That’s why I bought 3 different tests. I wouldn’t have believed it either.” You giggled, cheeks sore from your smile.

“When did you- When did you find out?” Javi questioned, expression still plastered with the best bewildered astonishment you could imagine, hand still resting on your stomach as he stood up.

“Literally, like, 10 minutes before you got home. Sorry, I didn’t have a better way to surprise you, I picked up the tests on the way home and I-”

“Baby, why are you apologizing? You literally just gave me the best surprise I could have ever asked for. I’m so fucking happy. So, so, SO fucking happy.” Javi grinned, unable to keep from kissing you, barely letting you breathe with the way he was smothering you with excited pecks of his lips. “Holy shit. I can’t fucking believe it. We’re gonna have a baby.”

You could feel your heart swell at the way Javi’s hand had become instantly glued to your stomach, thumb rubbing across the cotton of your shirt, over and over, already filled with so much love and adoration for the soon to be new addition to your family.

“Makes a little more sense why I was such a jerk to you this morning when I was getting ready to leave.” You sighed, apologetically rolling your eyes at Javi for your snappy behavior before leaving for work.

“Honey, first of all, you were not a jerk, second of all, you’re pregnant, and even if you weren’t, I felt bad and just wanted to help you feel better.” Javi smiled, boyish grin still stretching ear to ear as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Is that what made you take a pregnancy test when you got home?”

“Oh you’ll get a kick outta this one.” You laughed, playfully raising an eyebrow at Javi, “Obviously I felt like shit at work today, which makes sense now, but the rest of my team came in during lunch time and were asking me how I could have gotten the stomach bug if no one else I knew had it, and you weren’t sick either, so it couldn’t have been food poisoning, either. Then of course, someone-”

“Maria?” Javi scoffed, knowing exactly where your story was heading

“Are we shocked? Yes, of course it was Maria.” You shook your head, the both of you laughing, “Anyways, she asked if I felt anything other than just nauseous, and after thinking about it, I realized that I’ve been crying at everything, my boobs hurt like a bitch, and I was supposed to get my period 3 days ago. She may be crazy, but sometimes, she knows what she’s talking about.”

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if she insisted that regardless of being a boy or girl, this baby needs to be named Maria.” The two of you chuckled, Javi’s hand never leaving your stomach, thumb gently stroking over your t-shirt, his goofy grin subtly shifting to a more serious scrunch.

“You okay, Jav?” You asked, tilting your head at Javi’s new look.

“We should call the doctor’s office, right? Do you think they’re still open? Do we have to schedule an ultrasound or do they do that? Do you want me to go get you vitamins or did you already start taking those? Should I-”

“Easy, Papa Bear.” You snickered, somehow not surprised in the slightest that Javi had shifted into “Dad Mode” immediately, his mind automatically shifting to what would become the never ending worry of making sure that you and your baby got everything you’d ever need. “We can call tomorrow. We won’t even have an appointment for the next few weeks so it’ll be okay.”

“Few weeks? What do you mean?” Javi replied, looking even more distressed.

“Normally you don’t have an ultrasound done until like, 8 weeks along.”

“That’s way too long. 8 weeks?! How are we supposed to know everything’s okay?!”

You knew Javi’s panic was genuine, but you couldn’t help but giggle. You were well aware that Javi would make a great dad, but you had no idea that his protective dad instincts would set in only minutes after finding out the news that you were pregnant.

Your laughter only lasted so long until the same, uncomfortable feeling began to build in your throat, reaching down for the trash can next to the sink, wrenching up the nibbles of your lunch you thought you’d managed to keep down.

“Oh honey, shit- it’s okay, Osita.” Javi cooed, gently rubbing your back with your face still buried in the trash can.

“This is really adding to the magic of the moment, isn’t it? Oof, this baby is gonna give me a run for my money, huh?” You grimaced, pulling your head out of the waste basket, one of Javi’s hands on the small of your back, the other over your stomach.

“Nah. I do think she’s gonna end up being strong willed like her mom, though.” Javi smirked, gently kissing your forehead.

“Javi, I’ve been pregnant for all of 30 minutes, there’s no way you know if it’s a girl or not.”

“She’s a girl. I have a feeling.”

Month 2

“Javi, baby, I love you, but if you keep holding my hand this tight, I think you’re gonna break it.”

You were almost positive that Javi had been keeping a better track of the days counting down to your first ultrasound appointment than you had. He had even insisted on taking the entire day off work even though you weren’t leaving school until 12:00, and your appointment wasn’t until 2:00. Now that it was 2:15, sitting in your OBGYN’s office, waiting for your name to be called to see your doctor, it was clear that your husband was much more of a nervous wreck than you figured you needed to account for.

“S-sorry. Sorry. I just really wanna see ‘em, ya know? Make sure everything’s okay.” Javi sighed, knowing he most definitely was more anxious than he needed to be, the hand not easing its grip on yours, gently rubbing your nearly invisible bump.

“I know, me too.” You smiled, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his palm for a few moments before lifting it up to your mouth to kiss it.

“Peña?” a voice called from the front of the waiting room, you and Javi perking up instantly at your last name.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact you knew it was taking everything in Javi not to sprint to the door the nurse was holding open for you, so excited to see your baby for the first time, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he would have jumped up on the exam table himself once you got to your room.

“How’s it going, Mom and Dad?” The nurse asked, smiling at you as you followed behind her down the hallway leading towards the exam rooms before stopping at a small cove at the front of the path. “We’re just gonna take some quick vitals and then we’ll get you all set up in the room okay?”

“It’s been good! Well besides feeling super nauseous and exhausted all the time, but ya know.” You laughed, giving the nurse a little shrug as you sat down in the chair next to the blood pressure machine as she began to take your vitals.

“But that’s normal though, right? Like, we shouldn’t be worried about that?” Javi asked, leg bouncing as he stood next to you, propped up against the wall.

“Yes, it’s all perfectly normal. Unfortunately, growing a baby isn’t always the most pleasant experience, so it’s very common, especially in the first trimester, for Mom to feel pretty worn out.” The nurse nodded, writing down some information before gesturing for you to step on the scale, taking a few more notes.

“Told you I’m okay.” You snickered, giving Javi a little nudge.

“I know, I just feel awful that you feel so miserable, ya know?” Javi sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling that this would be the first of many worried I told you so’s during this appointment.

“Alright, well we’re just gonna draw some blood and take a urine sample, and then we will have you all ready to meet with Dr. Davis, okay?” The nurse grinned, helping you back over to the chair to have your blood drawn, cocking her head at the pained look on your face.

“Is it um- can I do the urine test first? I need to pee so bad.” You grimaced, not wanting to throw off your nurse’s pattern of practice, but also worrying you were going to pee your pants if you didn’t go to the bathroom in the next thirty seconds.

“Oh, of course, my bad, go right ahead. Down the hall and to the left.” She smiled, handing off the collection cup as you practically sprinted down the hallway, your nurse and Javi laughing at your need for speed.

“First baby?” Your nurse asked, smirking at Javi, nervously gnawing on the inside of his cheeks.

“Y-yeah. How’d you know?” He asked.

“I’ve been doing this job for a long time, honey. Nine times out of ten, the dads are way more nervous than the moms are.” She grinned, tilting her head with a little shrug.

“Yeah, I’d uh- I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared out of my mind, but I- um, God, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to be a dad.” It’s a good thing you were still in the bathroom, because seeing the way Javi was beaming from ear to ear at finally becoming a father probably would have sent you into a spell of hormonal sobs. In the past few weeks, his adamant enthusiasm about his journey into fatherhood had you on the brink of tears nearly every day from how thankful you were for your amazing husband.

After your return with your very full cup of pee, and squeezing Javi’s hand extra tight through your blood draw, you were escorted down to your exam room, leaving you and Javi to patiently wait for your OBGYN’s arrival to let you get a first glimpse at your baby.

“You look really hot in that paper skirt.” Javi teased, raising his eyebrows at you, gently tugging at the thin covering you’d been offered for your bottom half to give your doctor easy access for your exam.

“You just like it because you can keep peeking underneath it and I don’t have anything on.” You sighed, playfully rolling your eyes back at him. You paused for a moment, taking a quiet deep breath as you stared down at your feet, Javi immediately picking up on your silent shift in tone.

“You okay, Osita?” He asked, gently grabbing your hand and interlocking it with his while his free hand splayed across your stomach.

“Yeah. I think all the nerves are actually starting to really kick in now, ya know? Like, we’re about to see our baby today for the first time.”

It would have been easy to blame your pregnancy hormones for the emotional rollercoaster you were experiencing in the OB’s office, but with the way Javi’s eyes were welling with tears too, you felt a little less crazy for being so overwhelmed by the thought of getting to see the tiny human you were growing inside you.

A quiet knock on the other side of the door was enough to startle you and Javi, turning your attention as a figure peeked through the small gap with a soft, and sweet voice.

“Mr. and Mrs. Peña?”

“H-hi, yeah, come in.” Javi stammered, eagerly inviting in your doctor, Dr. Davis.

“Hello, it’s so nice to see you two! How exciting that we’re here for our first visit!” Dr. Davis grinned, giving you and Javi each a friendly nod before settling into her rolling chair next to her desk, “How’s everything been going so far?”

The way Javi had begun to squeeze even tighter on your hand was making it nearly impossible not to giggle, giving him a little pinch of reassurance back before answering.

“Good so far. I mean, tired and nauseous, but other than that, can’t complain. I mean, obviously nervous, but also just really excited too.” You beamed, Dr. Davis smiling at your response before looking over at Javi, anxiously drumming the fingers of his free hand against his leg.

Well that’s good to hear. It most certainly is a very exciting and nervous time, especially with your first. How about you, Dad? How have you been doing?”

“Oh- m-me?” Javi asked, pointing to himself, shocked that Dr. Davis would have any interest in asking how he’d been, “Oh good, yeah, I mean, nervous as hell, but like, the good kind of nervous. Just wanna make sure I’m doing whatever I can to help.”

“Well Mr. Peña, it seems like you very clearly care about your wife and your baby, and if you keep that up, you’re doing everything you can.” Dr. Davis grinned, shooting you a little wink at the providing the reassurance your husband very clearly needed. “Alright, well I know one of our nurses already took some blood and urine samples, but we’re just gonna check a few things out and ask some questions, but after we finish with that, we’ll do our first ultrasound and get a chance to look at Baby, okay?”

“Okay.” You and Javi answered in sync, smiling at each other from your timely response.

It seemed that Javi’s nerves had at least eased a little bit, until you watched him fumble around in the back pocket of his jeans, face growing panicked at the lack of whatever he seemed to be looking for.

“You okay, Jav?”

“Yeah, I just, shit-” He paused, grimacing at his empty pocket, “I thought I bought a notepad and pen to write stuff down on, but I must have left it in the car…”

Quietly chuckling to herself, Dr. Davis reached into a drawer in her desk, pulling out a sheet of blank paper, along with one of the pens from her coat pocket to pass over to Javi.

“T-thanks.” Javi sighed sheepishly, trying to hide his embarrassment as he took the pen and paper.

“Mr. Peña, if there is one thing you most certainly do not need to worry about, it’s how loved this baby of yours is going to be.”

While you had truly considered giving Javi shit about how hell bent he was on documenting every single word that came out of Dr. Davis’s mouth, 45 minutes into your appointment, you couldn’t have been more thankful you had someone there taking notes for you, all of the information, questions, and hypotheticals of bringing a new baby into the world making your head spin.

All of the questions you had planned had seemed to have magically disappeared from your brain, overwhelming anxiety about trying to plan for the health and safety of your future child throwing everything else in your mind out the window.

While it had taken a moment for you to even realize how stressed you were, Javi had picked up on it immediately, suddenly shifting to become the anchor in your storm that you had been for him. With one hand on your stomach, and the other furiously scratching down notes, Javi had managed to remember every question the two of you had talked about, making sure to have Dr. Davis elaborate on anything you even seemed slightly concerned about.

Even though you had felt like a terrible mother for already being too overwhelmed to remember a few simple questions, the way Javi had switched into Dad Mode without a single thought or ask had filled you with such calm and relief, falling even more in love with him at how immediately protective he became without so much as a second thought.

After an hour and two full pages, front and back, filled with Javi’s chicken scratch, Dr. Davis had finished with her part of the exam, and Javi had asked enough questions to fill a small book. You weren’t sure it was because you physically couldn’t fathom coming up with another question to ask, or if both of your brains were just too overwhelmed with information to come up with anything else, but after a confirmation you and Javi had nothing else to ask as of right now, she lit up as she asked the question the two of you had been dying to hear since you booked your appointment.

“Would you like to see Baby Peña for the first time?”

Despite how badly your hands were shaking, as Javi intertwined his fingers with yours, you were convinced his were trembling even worse, his eyes locked on on every move Dr. Davis had to make as she set up for your ultrasound.

“Alright, this is going to be a little bit cold here, sorry.” Dr. Davis apologized, squirting a small glob of gel onto your lower stomach, trying your best not to squirm and giggle at the ticklish sensation.

After a few more clicks on her keyboard, Dr. Davis had grabbed the ultrasound transducer, gently beginning to rub the tool back and forth across your belly as fuzzy, black and white images began to appear on her screen.

“Now, with you almost being nine weeks, we’re most likely only going to see a blob of a head and a body, but I’m hoping that we may also get to hear Baby’s heartbeat for the first time as well.” Dr. Davis smiled, watching yours and Javi’s faces light up.

“I’m sure whatever they look like, they’ll be the most perfect little blob I’ve ever seen.” Javi grinned, squeezing your hand even tighter, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve never been more excited to see a black and white blob in my entire life.” You giggled softly, Javi and Dr. Davis snickering right along with you.

“Oh, give me one second, I think we found ‘em.” Dr. Davis muttered to herself, clicking on a few more buttons on her keyboard and turning the screen back towards her to get a better view.

In the few moments of silence, you looked up at Javi, trying your best to fight the tears you had welling in the corners of your eyes at the thought of finally being able to see your baby for the first time. As Javi looked back down at you, you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at the way his eyes were already welling too, biting down on his bottom lip to keep from bursting into full blown tears.

Although you had never known Javi before his newly settled life in Laredo, it was moments like these where you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that a man who had once chased down the most hardened Cartel criminals in the entire world, who had written off any chance at a ‘normal’ life for himself, had turned out to be the biggest softie in the entire world, head over heels in love with you, trying to keep from sobbing as he prepared himself for seeing his baby for the first time.

Watching you snicker to yourself, Javi rolled his eyes, shaking his head as you teased him, quietly mouthing a playful “Shut up” to you, knowing damn well he was already a mess without even seeing your black and white blob for the first time.

“Alright Mr. and Mrs. Peña, are you ready to see your baby?”

The two of you quietly nodded, each taking a long, shaky deep breath as Dr. Davis slowly turned her screen back towards you, finger pointed at a small shape in the middle of her display.

“There’s Baby Peña.” She smiled softly, gently circling around where her finger had been pointing.

As yours and Javi shifted your gazes from each others’ to the small screen beside you, a tiny, bean shaped form appeared, gently shifting with the black and white static of the machine.

There, in front of you, was your baby.

“T-that’s- that’s really them?” Javi stuttered, eyes excitedly darting back and forth between you, the screen and Dr. Davis, smile beaming so wide, you wouldn’t be surprised if his cheeks hurt for weeks after.

“That’s really them.” Dr. Davis answered, smiling at the pure bliss radiating off of you and Javi.

“That’s our baby, Jav.” You whispered, disregarding any attempts to keep from crying, too overwhelmed with the joy and excitement of seeing your child for the first time, “That’s really them.”

You and Javi could have stared at the screen for hours, taking in every single detail your minds could commit to memory, streams of happy tears continuously flowing from the both of you, completely overjoyed to finally get the first glimpse at the life you had created together.

“Would you two like to hear the heartbeat? I think I’ll be able to pick it up!” Dr. Davis asked, clacking on a few more keys.

“Only if you wanna make me cry more.” You sniffled, “God, sorry I’m such a mess.”

“Honey, after 20 years at this practice, I’ve seen just about every reaction under the sun. Do not worry. I was the same way when I had my first, too.” She paused, typing on a few more buttons and focusing on her screen, giving Javi a few seconds to help console you with sweet kisses across your temple, “alrighty, baby seems to be cooperating, so here is the heartbeat!”

You and Javi held your breath, time standing still, until a light, rhythmic thump began to echo throughout the room, eyes going wide hearing your baby’s heartbeat.

“Holy shit…” Javi whispered in disbelief, looking down at you with an ear to ear grin and watering eyes. “Baby, holy shit, that’s- that’s ours. That’s our baby.”

You and Javi sat still, time seeming to freeze around you as the soft thump of your baby’s heartbeat flooding you with a wave of love and excitement you had never felt before, so overwhelmed with euphoria, you could have sat and listened to the sound for hours.

“Everything about the baby looks absolutely great so far. Glad we were able to catch the heartbeat as well. I’m guessing you’d probably like some ultrasound pictures to take home with you?” Dr. Davis asked, smiling with a grin that very clearly told you she already knew the answer.

“Yes.” You and Javi agreed in unison, barely letting Dr. Davis finish her sentence before you answered.

“Alright. Let me capture a few images here,” Dr. Davis paused, focusing in on the screen while moving the ultrasound around on your lower stomach before saving the image displayed next to you, “and we should be good! We’ll have these ready for you when you go to check out. Any other questions before I send you two, or should I say, three, off today?”

“N-no, I think I’m good. You have any other questions, honey?” Javi asked, interlacing his fingers with yours before gently kissing your forehead.

“Well, um- actually- I uh, I guess I do have one more.” You stammered, quietly laughing to yourself, catching Javi’s attention, “Is it um- It’s okay for us to have sex still, right?”

You looked over at Javi with a sheepish grin, snickering at the way his eyes had gone wide in pleasant surprise at your question. With how nauseous and tired you had been feeling, combined with Javi’s rampant nerves that even if you were up to it, he was going to hurt the baby, it had been over a month since the two of you had last gone at it. Sweet Javi had never brought it up once, so concerned with your well being that you knew he’d stick to taking care of himself by himself as long as he needed to- a small price to pay for you literally growing his child inside you. But now that you were finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel for feeling like you had been hit by a bus every day, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you were going to need to break your self-induced run of pregnant celibacy. And when that time came, you knew even then, Javi wasn’t doing anything unless it had a doctor’s seal of approval.

“Perfectly normal question. Yes, as long as you feel up to it, it’s absolutely safe. If you feel any discomfort or pain during intercourse, just give us a call and let us know and we can schedule an appointment, but other than that, yes, it’s perfectly okay.” Dr. Davis smiled, laughing at the way Javi was trying his best to keep from smirking.

“Y-you’re sure it’s okay to-”

“Yes, I’m sure, Mr. Peña.” Dr. Davis chuckled, cutting off Javi’s sentence before he could finish asking his question. “Alright, why don’t we get you two checked out, and Laura at the front desk can get your next appointment scheduled for you. Have a wonderful rest of your day, and I’ll see you soon. Feel free to call if you have any questions.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, you and Javi both giving Dr. Davis a wave as she exited the room, letting the door quietly close behind her.

“I hope you know I would fuck you right here, right now in this doctor’s office, paper skirt and all.” Javi smirked, eyeing you up and down as you slid off the edge of the table, bunching up your thin, crinkly covering to throw into the trash before reaching for your pants folded up on the chair next to you.

“I knew the doctor’s office paper skirt would really do it for you.” You giggled, shimmying up your underwear and pants as you playfully rolled your eyes at Javi.

“I hope you didn’t ask because of me. You know I’ll do whatever you need me to. If you don’t want me to touch you for the next 7 months, I truly am okay. I just want you to feel comfortable, baby.” Javi sighed, his tone shifting to genuine and sincere, hitting you with his big, brown puppy dog eyes as he wrapped his arm around your waist, thumb softly stroking your stomach.

“I know, Jav. Now that I’ve actually been starting to not feel completely awful and can focus on something other than not needing to throw up every 5 minutes, I wanted to make sure that I had the okay, so, ya know.” You grinned, raising your eyebrows at Javi, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Let’s go get this paperwork.” Javi smirked back, giving you a quick peck on your lips and a playful wink, collecting all of his notes as he opened the door for you, making it incredibly obvious that he was checking you out as you passed by him.

“Horndog.” You giggled, pretending to scold him.

“I’m not the one who asked, Osita.”

You were positive that Javi’s hand hadn’t left your hip, hand, stomach or thigh from the moment you had left the doctor’s office, his thumb gently rubbing in soft circles against you, accompanied the dimple creasing in the corner of his cheek from the way his boyish smirk was plastered across his face the entire drive home.

It was almost comical at the way Javi was so eager to help you out of the car and into the house, carefully helping you to put away everything from the appointment, asking you if there was anything that you needed, following you around the kitchen like a wide eyed puppy.

You felt butterflies swirl in your stomach in a way that wasn’t about to make you vomit for the first time in weeks, heart swelling at the way you could tell Javi was patiently and nervously waiting for you to make a move before he dared to do anything, knowing he would keep good on his promise to let you take the lead.

“Y-you sure you don’t need anything else? Lunch? More water? A nap?” Javi asked, resting his hip against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest, trying his best to act nonchalant as you approached after noting down your next appointment date on your calendar.

“Nope.” You grinned, popping the “P” at the end of the word, reaching out to grab at his waist, toying with the belt loops of his jeans, watching the denim of his pants begin to tent.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. Just because the doctor gave you the okay, if you’re not comfortable, I-”

Before he could finish, you cut him off with a kiss, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your lips lock with his, practically feeling him melt under your touch as his bulge poked at your thigh, continuing to grow as you rubbed against it.

“Javier Peña, if you don’t take me upstairs and put your dick inside me right now, I swear.” You giggled in between kisses before you let out a gasp, Javi scooping his arms under your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist, frantically but carefully carrying you across the living room and up the stairs, letting his back push open the bedroom door.

Carefully, he laid you down on the bed, caging his body over yours while he planted soft kisses down your neck and chest, feeling his lips smirk as they gently pressed against the barely there swell of your stomach.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” Javi murmured under his breath, fingers toying with your waistband to tug your pants and underwear down your legs, letting them fall into a crumpled pile on the floor below you. “So fucking beautiful growing our baby.”

Javi settled himself between your thighs, gently parting them to reveal the mess of slick and arousal coating the inside of them. You propped yourself up on your elbows, breath already heavy as you watched Javi run his fingers through your soaked folds, throwing your head back in delight while he slowly began to rub at your throbbing clit.

Because you had been so preoccupied with the constant nausea and fatigue from the first few weeks of creating another living human being inside of you, it wasn’t until now you were becoming blatantly aware of how much more sensitive you were down there, your stomach already swirling with heightened sensation after a few seconds of Javi touching you.

“Holy fuck-” You stammered, jaw going slack in pleasure, immediately catching Javi’s attention.

“Good holy fuck or bad holy fuck?” He asked, concern flooding the sweet chocolate brown of his eyes.

“Good holy fuck, oh my god. I feel like I’m about to cum already.” You whimpered, the worry washing from Javi’s face at your response, his once furrowed brow quickly replaced with a delighted smirk you could practically feel as buried his head between your legs, placing a soft kiss on your clit.

If his fingers weren’t enough to make you feel like you were already on the edge of collapse, the slow and calculated drags of his tongue up and down your cunt most definitely were. One of your hands was instantly shooting down to brace yourself in the thick curls of Javi’s hair while the other one fisted at your bedsheets for dear life, readying yourself to face the rapid tingle growing at the base of your spine.

The response to warmth and wet of his tongue swirling against your sensitive bundle of nerves was enough to make you whimper like he had been fucking you with his mouth for hours, not mere minutes, coil tightening in your stomach with every lick.

“Fuck, Javi. Oh fuck, baby.” You moaned, grip tightening around your bedsheets, soft fabric curling between your fingers.

All it took was a little more pressure from the flat of his tongue before you could feel yourself on the brink of collapse, pleasure starting to creep up your legs and through your core.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck- fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-ahhhh!” You sobbed, throwing your head back in bliss as your orgasm crashed through you, every inch of your body lighting up as you came. You could have sworn you were seeing stars, cutting some slack to your pregnancy hormones after weeks of being keeled over in exchange for one of the most intense orgasms you’d had in a while.

Javi pulled his head out from in between your legs, smirking in awe of the way your moans fell from your slack jaw as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, mustache soaked with your slick.

“You okay, baby girl?” He asked, peppering soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you came back too, emerging from your post orgasmic fog.

“Javi, holy fuck.” You gasped, still panting, “Oh my god, that felt so good.”

“Yeah? Came so well for me, Momma.” Javi cooed, letting his lips trail up your hips and stomach, taking extra time to let his lips linger on the barely there swell of your belly before shedding your top and bra, dropping them next to your crumpled up bottoms.

“Fuck- Need you to fuck me, Javi. Please, baby.” You moaned, reaching out to unbutton Javi’s jeans, erection already straining at the denim and zipper of his pants. Javi grinned, happily helping you tug his pants and underwear from his hips, quickly followed by his shirt, giving you a chance to gawk at his handsome, naked figure.

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his already hard length, pumping him a few times with your hand before gently guiding him towards your entrance while both your bodies fell towards the mattress, Javi hovering over you.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Javi whispered against your skin between gentle presses of his lips against your neck, “If you’re uncomfortable or anything, just let me-”

“Javier Peña, if you do not put your dick inside me right now, I might cry.” You giggled softly, giddy smiles growing across both your faces as Javi ran his tip between your folds, collecting the slick pooling between them.

Gently, Javi pushed himself inside your heat, letting him slowly pump in and out of you a few times before you propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with a confused stare, feeling that something was off.

“You can put it all the way in Jav.” You laughed, realizing Javi was barely pushing himself inside of you with each movement of his hips.

“I don’t- I don’t wanna hurt the baby.” Javi grimaced sheepishly.

“Javi…” You giggled, titling your head at him, “Baby, you’re big, but you’re not that big.”

Javi sighed, quietly laughing to himself at your playful scolding before leaning down to softly press his lips to yours.

“Just trying to be gentle, Osita.”

“I’m pregnant, not made of glass.” You teased, biting down on your lip as you laughed, only for your jaw to drop as Javi slid deeper into your cunt, pressing his entire length in you.

“Fuck, Javi…” You whimpered, head hitting the back of the mattress, trying to compose yourself from falling apart right then and there.

“Fuck, I missed this.” Javi whispered, nibbling at your ear as he slowly began to thrust his hips, taking his time with each stroke. “Driving me crazy every fuckin’ day with how beautiful you look carrying our baby.”

Javi’s hand trailed down your front, softly splaying across your stomach while his thumb circled your skin, the familiar movement catching your attention enough to peak your head up at your husband, looking almost as disheveled as you in terms of self-preservation.

Javi took a long, deep breath, furrowing his brows in concentration as he stared at the ceiling, the rhythm of his hips coming to a standstill.

“You alright there, big guy?” You giggled, knowing damn well the cause for the holdup.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I feel like a fucking teenager. First time we’ve fucked since we found out you were pregnant and I’m about to show up like some sort of fucking two pump chump ‘cause I can’t keep it together.” Javi groaned, eyes still glued to the drywall above him in embarrassment.

“Javi, baby, look at me.” You smiled, smirking at him.

“I can’t, unless you want this to be over right now.”

“While that’s very flattering, I find that very hard to believe, considering I threw up twice before we left for this doctor’s appointment and ate half a jar of pickles on the drive home and smell like I’ve been living inside a pickle factory for the better part of the past year.”

“Jesus Christ.” He laughed, your joke enough to make him break, shifting his gaze down back at you.

“Baby, you’re fine. Considering you deliver 99.9% of the time, and this is the first we’re having sex in a month and a half, I was planning on cutting you some slack.” You teased, giving him a little nudge, “Also, did you forget how you made me cum like, crazy hard 5 minutes ago? I didn’t realize how sensitive I was gonna be, and not to boost your ego any more than I have, but it’s not gonna take much for you to get me there.”

Javi smiled, pecking kisses along your neck and collarbone as he brought the pads of his fingers to your clit, circling with just enough pressure to already send you reeling, beginning to pick back up the pace he had forgone.

Your breath instantly hitched in the back of your throat, sucking the air out of your lungs as the head of Javi’s cock rammed perfectly into your g-spot. That, accompanied by the pads of his fingers swirling against your clit, had you absolutely reeling, whimpering and moaning with each snap of his hips.

“Fuck me. Feel so fucking good, Osita.” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, his free hand running up the back of your leg, gently pressing your thigh closer to your stomach, stretching you out in the way he knew drove you absolutely crazy.

“Oh Javi, fuck, baby, holy fuck-” You whined, pleasure already swirling in your stomach.

“That's my girl. Fuck, I can't wait to get you pregnant again, let everyone see how you're all mine carrying our baby. Gonna be such a good Mom, giving us a family, making me a dad. Oh fuck-” Javi groaned, his words hot against your skin between kisses along your neck and shoulder blade, shifting his grasp to cup one of your swollen breasts in his palm, fingers gently toying with the hardened buds of your nipples.

The added sensation was all it took to send you over the edge, orgasm crashing through your body with an unforgiving wave of intensity, pleasure radiating through every inch of you as your cunt clamped down around Javi's cock, gushing with your arousal as you came.

Knowing you had reached your end, Javi began to chase his own high, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic as your body melded with his, nearly going limp in his grasp from how good he had made you feel.

“Mierda- fuck, baby. Gonna fill you up, I have- fuck- so much cum for you, and I- oh fuck!”

Before he could ramble on any further, it only took a few more thrusts of Javi’s hips before he was spilling inside you, warm ropes of his spend coating your walls as he came, palm splayed across the barely there swell of your stomach, holding you in place against the mattress.

Your chests heaved in sync, breathless from a fast and furious performance after weeks of no sex, the both of you laughing at yourselves for your record breaking timing of the events that had just occurred.

“That may be the fastest that either of us have came.” You giggled, giving Javi a playful nudge before your face fell from a happy grin to sheepish frown, “Sorry that it’s been so long. You’ve been so patient, and with how nauseous I’ve been and-”

“Nuh uh,” Javi shook his head, the plush of his bottom lip in a serious pout, “None of that. You do not need to apologize for anything. Honey, you’re growing a whole person inside of you. Our kid. All I wanna do is be there for whatever you need. Regardless of if that means this or not.”

It should have been no surprise to you that tears were already beginning to well in your eyes, Javi’s consistently gentle and caring demeanor towards you with anything you’ve needed these past 8 weeks bringing you to the verge of tears from his sweetness practically on demand.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s good tears,” You sniffled, sighing at your own dramatics from your hormones as Javi wiped the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumb, “You’re just always so good to me, and I love you so much, and you’re gonna be such a good dad.”

“I love you too, Osita.” Javi smiled, softly cupping your belly in his grasp, “Whatever you need, you know I’ll always be there, okay?”

“Okay.” You smiled back, rolling over to press your head against his chest, laying for a moment in serene silence until a low and long grumble sung from your stomach. “Does that include bringing me up the bag of sour gummy worms so I can eat them in bed and then take a nap?”

“Of course it does.” Javi chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pressing himself up off of the bed with a grunt and slipping his boxers back on, “Anything else Baby wants?”

“Whatever’s left of that chicken sandwich I had yesterday. And a glass of water. Please.” You grimaced sheepishly, shrugging at Javi as you tacked on to your list of requests. “And can you make sure the water is, like-”

“90% ice cubes and 10% water?” Javi smirked, finishing the rest of your sentence and laughing to himself as you nodded your head. “Be right back.”

Hey, Jav?”

“Yeah, baby?” Javi answered, peeking his head back in the door he had just exited from.

“We love you.”

“I love you both of you too, Osita. More than you fucking know.”

3 Months

“I swear I think they already know.”

“Honey, how could they know?”

“I don’t know, Connie just keeps giving me this look like she knows something.”

After last year’s Thanksgiving extravaganza at Chucho’s ranch, where your family and the Murphy’s had joined together to celebrate your engagement, it seemed like an easy choice on everyone’s part to rinse and repeat for this year.

It had been killing you and Javi to keep Baby Peña a secret for this long, but now that you had finally broken free of the first trimester and everyone you wanted to be the first to hear the news gathered together, Thanksgiving had seemed like the perfect day to announce that in a few months, a third member of the Peña family would be arriving.

That is, if someone didn’t spill the beans on your surprise based on their intuition.

With you and Javi alone in the kitchen finishing up the rest of the mashed potatoes before dinner, he discreetly ran his hand across your stomach, smiling at the barely there bump hidden under your sweater.

“It’s just Connie being Connie.” Javi smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Besides, won’t be a surprise for that much longer.”

“There’s a surprise?!” Your niece Olivia exclaimed, her sister and the Murphy girls barging into the kitchen behind her, scaring the daylights out of you and Javi.

“Holy sh- cow, Liv, I didn’t see you there, sweetie!” You gasped, clutching your chest in shock, Javi’s hand immediately dropping from your stomach and diving into the pocket of his jeans.

“Surprise?” Steve asked, following behind the girls, arms crossed over his chest, “is the surprise that your aunt and uncle are actually cookin’ instead of smoochin’ back here?”

“Ewwwwwwww!” The girls exclaimed, giggling as they stuck out their tongues before scampering away back to the living room.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Javi replied dryly, rolling his eyes at his friend.

“Glad to see we’re keepin’ it PG in here.” Steve chuckled, giving Javi a little nudge of his elbow, “Seriously though, is there a surprise I should be knowin’ about?”

“The surprise,” you grunted, lifting up the giant pot of potatoes you had just finished mashing and passing them off to Steve, trying to catch his balance with the newfound weight in his hands, “is that you get to carry these potatoes out to the table! Thank you so much!”

“Pretty shitty fuckin’ surprise, if you ask me.” Steve groaned, scoffing at his newly appointed task while you and Javi laughed.

“Tell everyone it’s time to eat, too. We just have a few more dishes to clean up!” You added, smirking at Steve’s annoyance.

“Now I’m on wranglin’ duty, too? Damn, I regret ever comin’ in here.”

With Steve mumbling to himself as he wandered out of the kitchen, potatoes in hand, you and Javi found yourselves alone again, smiling at each other and shaking your heads at your close call encounter.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m sure Steve has no fucking clue, and it’ll be a complete surprise to him.” Javi chuckled, grabbing a few dishes off the counter and throwing them into the sink.

“Now that, I’ll believe.” You giggled, nodding in agreement as you brought the last of the pots and pans over to be washed. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous to tell everyone, I should feel relieved that we don’t have to keep this a secret anymore.”

“Because it’s kind of a big deal, mi amor.” Javi laughed, giving you a little nudge, “I’m nervous too, but excited nervous, ya know? Can’t wait to tell everyone about ‘em.”

“Stop it, or you’re gonna make me cry!” You sighed, trying to hold back your tears and Javi’s sweet smile. “Okay, everything’s good to go right? We should probably get out there before Steve comes barging in again.”

“Good to go, Osita. Let’s get Baby some mashed potatoes.”

Thanksgiving at Chucho’s was quickly becoming your favorite new tradition, your heart overflowing with so much love and joy to have everyone you cared about together in one place, the best parts of your life overlapping so perfectly.

On top of your meal being absolutely delicious, your family, the Murphy’s and Chucho nearly had you shooting the better part of your spoonful of mashed potatoes out of your nose, hearing the story of the time a toddler Javi nearly got his head stuck in a Thanksgiving turkey.

If you weren’t already pregnant, you had most certainly eaten enough food for several people, thankful you had chosen a dress instead of any sort of pants where you’d have to wrestle with the better part of a waistband for the rest of the night.

Despite their hungry appetites, all of the kids at the table had disappeared post-dinner time, running off the rest of their energy before dessert, leaving the rest of the adults at their seats, still weighed down by their digesting dinner.

“Damn, that was so good. Props to you on the turkey, Chucho, that bird’s about to put me in a coma.” Your brother David sighed, leaning back in his chair to unbutton his pants.

“Jesus Christ, you animal, we are in someone else’s home! Button up your goddamn pants!” Your dad groaned, slapping David in the chest and nearly knocking him out of his seat.

“No, he’s onto somethin’. I’m ‘bout to do the same. Shit, I’m stuffed.” Steve agreed, trying to reach down to unbutton his own pants, quickly stopped by Connie with her own slap to the chest for her husband.

“Don’t encourage him, Steve. He’ll be pantless before you know it, and when he is, that’ll be your problem.” Your other brother, Charlie laughed, making David roll his eyes to the back of his head.

“Not my fault! I feel 9 months pregnant after eating all this, and after dessert, you can all meet my adorable food baby I’m about to give birth to.”

David’s comment had you and Javi nearly choking on your food, trying your best to conceal your coughs of shock and surprise at his comparison. It didn’t take much for the entire table to swing their heads towards the both of you, concerned by how you’d suddenly been so off-put, your food had become indigestible.

“Oh my gosh, are you two okay?” Connie asked, her nurse instincts kicking into high gear at the way you were trying to dislodge the chunk of mashed potatoes from the back of your throat.

“Yup- uh- yup, yeah, all um, all good.” Javi coughed, letting out one last hack, trying to make as little eye contact as possible, hoping they would assume the redness in his cheeks was from his poorly swallowed food.

“Yup, we’re uh- all good. Totally fine.” You chimed in, sneaking a desperate look at Javi as if to say “I swear they know and they’re just not telling us”.

“Jesus, don’t die on us. Didn’t know the birth of my Thanksgiving food baby would be so upsetting to you. Rude.” David teased, giving Charlie a little nudge as the two chuckled to themselves.

Despite the fact that you and Javi were planning on telling everyone about the addition to your family any minute, the shock and timing of it all seemed to have both of you frozen, eyes peeled to the ground and faces flushed, unsure of what to do.

The seconds of your silence seemed to drag on like hours, the both of you panicked as your eyes darted back and forth between each other’s, unable to do anything but shrug and let out a half laugh as your bodies grew hotter and hotter.

“Wait…” Connie hummed, her breaking of the awkward silence filing the room gathering everyone’s attention, watching her silently piece together everything that had just happened in her head. You knew it didn’t take long for her to solve the puzzle, her once confused demeanor now shifting as an ear to ear grin spread between her cheeks in delight, “Are you?”

“Is she what?” Steve asked, still completely oblivious to the clues Connie had been unraveling.

After a few more moments of staring at the two of you, one by one, you could see the subtle changes in everyone’s expression, now all looking at you with intense interest, ready to hang on your every word.

Well, everyone besides your brothers, dad, and Steve.

“What the hell do all of you know that we’re not getting?” Your dad asked, shrugging his shoulders.

“Javi, you in on this, bud?” Steve questioned, observant enough to at least recognize the smirk Javi was trying his very best to hide.

“Steve, seriously?!” Connie sighed, rolling her eyes at Steve’s utter lack of ability to read the room, “David just made a comment about being so full he felt pregnant, and the two of them just about choked on their food.”

“I dunno?! I mean, they ate a lotta food, too? Why are y’all actin’ like I’m supposed to be a fuckin’ mind reader?” Steve protested, trying to save his own ass from looking like a complete idiot.

After a few more seconds of more intense thinking than should have been necessary, you watched your brothers start to comprehend enough that they had begun smiling and nodding along with everyone else.

“No wait, I get it, ‘cause like, if she was pregnant, that like, she’d probably be all thrown off that I said something, right? So I mean-” David paused, a lightbulb finally going off in his brain, sending him into a wildly frazzled state, “Wait. Wait. OH MY GOD!”

At this point, your shock had disappeared, giggling and grinning at everyone’s realizations, looking over at Javi with the happiest of smiles as he splayed his hand across your stomach.

“What in the actual fuck am I missin’ out on?!” Steve groaned, still bewildered how everyone else at the table had seemed to figure out whatever mystery was unfolding before him.

“Jesus Christ Steve, I love ya, man, but this is almost getting physically painful.” Charlie laughed, giving Steve a little nudge.

“Lord help me.” Connie sighed, shaking her head as she grabbed her husband by the shoulders, “Steven Murphy. If they were shocked about David’s joke about being pregnant, that could probably mean that the two of them are…”

“WAIT, HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT, ARE YOU TWO HAVIN’ A BABY?” Steve exclaimed, shooting up out of his seat, at long last putting together everyone’s hints after everyone at dinner needed to all but spell it out for him.

“Took you long enough.” Javi smirked, laughing at his friend as his thumb rubbed gently over the swell of your stomach.

“We’re having a baby.” You grinned, everyone standing up and cheering in excitement for the both of you, rushing to where you and Javi were sitting to wrap you and Javi up in a smushed blob of a group hug, gently shaking you in their grasp.

You could feel your heart swell at the overwhelming love and joy that filled the room, tears pooling in your eyes at how much your future baby was already so loved by so many people.

“Oh honey, we’re so excited!” Your mom squealed, kissing both you and Javi on the cheeks as she wrapped the two of you in a bear hug.

“Does that mean we’re the aunts now?!” Olivia screeched, pointing at herself, her sisters and the Murphy girls with a giddy grin spread across her cheeks.

“Guess so, Kiddo.” You beamed, rustling her hair with one hand as the other wrapped around her to squeeze her in your grasp.

Despite the overwhelming chatter and excitement buzzing around the room, you couldn’t help but notice a soft sniffle of tears somewhere behind you, turning around to see Chucho, eyes watering and a smile beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh mis hijos (my children). I am so happy for you both. So happy.” Chucho hummed, gently wiping the tears streaming down his cheeks. You and Javi both stood up from your seats, letting Chucho’s arms wrap around you, pulling you in tight, “I never thought I would live to see the day I would be an abuelo (grandpa). Lucia would- dios mío (oh my god), she would be so thrilled. I know you two will be the best parents. I already love my nieto (grandchild) more than words can say.”

“Thanks, Pops.” Javi nodded, trying his best to fight back his own tears, looking back and forth between you and Chucho, overwhelmed with the love and joy of a life he’d never thought he’d live 10, 5, hell, even a year ago. There was never a world in which he thought he’d be happy, let alone in love, married and a father.

“She would be so proud of you, Javier. Your mamá would be so proud of you. And mija, I know she must be up there with your brother, the both of them smiling down on you with the biggest grins. Perhaps they didn’t have a chance to meet in this life, but I know without a doubt they are together, celebrating, and they will be every step of the way. ”

Chucho’s sweet sentiment had nearly everyone in tears, well, everyone but you, your tears shifting to full blown sobs from the overwhelming emotion and pregnancy hormones of knowing that even though two of the most important people in yours and Javi’s lives were no longer here, that there were still so many who loved your growing family with all of their hearts.

“Damn, who’s cuttin’ all the onions in here?” Your brother, David, asked, trying to laugh off the obvious tear lines streaming down his face, his joke enough to lighten the spirits of the rest of your friends and family, now all following suit with their soft chuckles and face wiping.

“Y’all gonna let us have a Thanksgiving where we don’t cry about how happy y’all are?” Steve joked, stepping over to give Javi a little nudge.

“Well, maybe next year. At least we can promise you the baby won’t steal the show and be born on Thanksgiving.” You chuckled, shaking your head at Steve’s ask, not realizing that everyone had gone back to a suspicious silence, looking around at each other, like they were all in on some secret you weren’t supposed to know about.

“So…. When’s uh, when’s the baby supposed to be born?” Your dad asked, raising an eyebrow at you and Javi.

“Oh Greg, seriously?” Your mom asked, slapping your dad across the chest.

“What?! Like you weren’t thinking about it, too!”

You looked over at Javi, the both of you confused why everyone suddenly now seemed to be doing silent calculations in their head, counting across their fingers until their conclusion either lead to hope, or disappointment.

“I’m already out, I know it.” Your brother grumbled in disappointment, consoling with your nieces, also shaking their heads.

“I gotta good feelin’ about this one.” Steve chuckled, rubbing his palms together in excitement, nudging a very clearly embarrassed Connie.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” Javi asked, scrunching his brow in confusion at everyone in the room.

“Oh my god….” You sighed, finally putting all of the pieces of the puzzle together, “Is this about your stupid bet that you made about how quickly we were gonna have a baby?!”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that it’s stupid if I win my two hundred dollars…” Chucho admitted sheepishly, almost giggling at the way you and Javi rolled your eyes to the backs of your skulls that every one of your friends and family knew the two of you had about as much self control as two pent up, horny teenagers.

Next to you, Javi’s head was buried in his hands, cheeks bright pink with embarrassment, glancing over at you with a sincerely apologetic grimace that couldn’t help but make you laugh.

“Okay fine,” You sighed, everyone’s eyes lighting up as they waited on your every word, “we’ll tell you, but whoever wins this stupid bet better be buying us something incredibly nice for our baby shower. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, tell us so can profit off you two goin’ at it like rabbits.”

“Steven Murphy!” Connie scolded, stiff arming her husband, almost as embarrassed by his comment as you and Javi were by this whole ordeal.

“Sorry, sorry! Yeesh, god forbid a man give his buddy some shit! C’mon! Spill the beans! As long as the due date is the closest one to May 15th.”

“July 4th! July 4th! July 4th!” Your nieces and the Murphy girls began to chant, unsure if they really understood the concept of the bet at hand, or if they really just wanted to pick the Fourth of July because they liked it.

“Unless you’re growing the world's tiniest baby, I’m guessing it’s not April 22nd.” David sighed.

“Exactly nine months from our wedding? Really David?” You groaned, unamused by your brother’s prediction.

“What?! Miracles do happen! And it’s best that they happen when I’ve got money on the line!”

“Jesus Christ…” Javi muttered under his breath, the two of you having no choice to laugh about your current predicament. “Fine. You wanna tell them, honey?”

“Okay. Baby Peña’s due date is….” You paused, playing into the anticipatory silence, “June 7th.”

“YES! I KNEW IT! PAY UP SUCKERS!”

With everyone’s teasing and taunting about the state of this bet, Connie Murphy’s voice would have been the last either of you would have guessed to be so excited about having the most educated guess about the day your baby was conceived.

“What?” Connie asked, giggling at your shock and surprise, “Can’t blame a girl for making an educated guess! And yes, I will buy whatever you want off your baby registry, fair?”

“Fair.” You and Javi agreed in unison, glad to at least be the bearer of some benefit from your embarrassment.

What you hadn’t noticed was the pack your brothers, Steve, Chucho and your dad had formed, quietly whispering to one another, nodding their heads in agreement as their eyes darted back between the group and you.

“What are all of you up to back there? Because if I know anything about the 5 of you, it’s probably nothing good.” You sassed, arms crossed over your chest, tilting your head in disapproval at the sheepish crew.

“Well… Do y’all know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“We lost all of our bettings on the due date, we need to make it back up somehow!”

“Plus, 50/50 is pretty damn good odds, if you ask me.”

“You all need help.” Connie sighed, pointing to the boys with a disgusted look on her face, making everyone else laugh.

“Says the lady who just won a bet we all were in on!” Steve retorted, throwing his hands up in defense.

“Well at least I wasn’t harassing them about it!” Connie protested, scolding the five with a stern look before turning back to you and Javi, “I mean… they do have a point though, 50/50 is good odds and I’ve already got a winning record.”

“You all are the worst, I hope you know that.” You sighed, shaking your head at everyone, unaware of the goofy grin spread across Javi’s face as he stood behind you.

“Oh! Oh! He knows somethin’!” Steve stammered, happily pointing at his friend and his ear to ear smile.

You couldn’t help but smile too, heat creeping through your cheeks at Javi’s adamant prediction and how happy it made him.

“I swear he doesn’t,” You promised, despite Javi’s glee, “Javi’s just absolutely convinced it’s a girl.”

You swore Javi’s smile grew even wider as his hand slid across your stomach, gently cradling it in his grasp as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I’d bet all my money it’s a girl.” Javi grinned, sweet brown eyes locking with yours, twinkling with enthusiasm at the thought of having a daughter.

“Better save that money then, Peña.” Steve huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I hate to admit it, but you’re sure as shit never wrong. And lord knows if you’re endin’ up a girl dad like the rest of us, you’re gonna need to save all the money you can get.”

Giving your belly the softest squeeze, Javi looked you up and down, in complete adoration and shock that somehow, regardless of money, he had ended up the richest man alive with you by his side, and a baby on the way.

“It’ll be worth every fuckin’ penny.”

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lisired · 1 year ago

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pairing: professor!yuta x student!reader

genre/warnings: smut, power imbalance, age gap, spanking, yuta likes fucking you in your skirts and hitting it from the back, don’t really think there’s much degradation or praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy)

summary: Nakamoto Yuta and his rings have caught your eye. In an effort to seduce your professor, you decide to take your best friend’s advice and change your wardrobe. You’re given an advantage when Yuta’s son asks you to tutor him, and it’s like Satan is handing you opportunities on a silver platter - but at what cost?

word count: 7.4k

a/n: ¾ of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

“Who are you thinking about?”

You flinched when you heard a voice direct a question towards you. You turned to your side to see Ten, who instead of apologizing for startling you, leaned in curiously.

Nakamoto Yuta, you wanted to exhale dreamily. To say that you were besotted with your professor was an understatement. In class, you could hardly pay attention to his lectures, eyes too busy swallowing him whole.

Yuta was one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on. His long ginger hair and gorgeous face structure immediately caught your attention, though after time you noticed more and more that he knew how to accessorize himself in a way that best suited his style.

The rings were a personal favorite example of yours - both the ones on his ears and the ones around his fingers. They came in abundance, never no less than two at a time. And not only did they complement his beauty, they were the fuel for some of your classroom day dreams.

“How do you know I’m thinking about someone?”

Ten rolled his eyes, though he wasn’t surprised by your response. It was very in-character of you to dodge the question. “Easy. Your face is in your palms and you were staring into empty space with a love-struck smile on your face. Plus you’re answering a question with a question. Now spill the beans before the lecture starts.”

You sighed, knowing you were caught. Then quickly changed your posture, earning a snicker from the man beside you. As one of your best friends, Ten knew you too well. And as of one of his best friends, you knew he loved drama and other people’s business way too much to be safe.

“If I tell you,” you began, reluctant. “You have to promise you won’t judge.”

Ten winced and said, “I only make promises I know I won’t break, love. And the fact that you’re telling me this alone is an indicator that I am definitely gonna be judging you. With love.”

“With love, my ass,” you groaned. “Whatever. Then, promise me you won’t rat me out.”

“Now, I’m no snitch. Your secret is mine, best friend. Scout’s honor.”

There came the urge to hesitate and hold your tongue, but you knew Ten would press until you eventually opened up. There was no way he would come out of the room empty-handed unless your secret was serious. In a way it was, but he wouldn’t see it as that.

“Fine,” you huffed. His eyes were firm on you and you could feel them, awaiting your answer patiently. You opened your mouth with a sigh and whispered, “Professor Nakamoto.”

Ten burst into a fit of laughter. Loud laughter that drew unwanted attention and stares from confused nearby students. He was red in the face with an arm around his stomach.

With narrowed eyes, you asked, “Are you done?”

Ten shook his head. He laughed some more until he finally calmed down, then finally managed to get a sentence out. “You’re trying to screw Shotaro’s dad? You’re unbelievable.”

“Not screw him,” you replied, then Ten gave you a look that made it clear he could tell that you were lying. “Fine, goddammit. I want him, and I need him to want me. Dunno how, though.”

Your best friend shrugged. “Showing some skin always seems to work. Men can’t resist their temptations.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a man.”

“Which makes my advice more plausible,” Ten shot without hesitation.

Point made. If there was anything you wanted to say after that, the words died on your tongue. You nodded in response. “Touché.”

Even though you would never admit it to his face, it was good advice and you were having a epiphany. As Yuta strutted into the room and bid the class good morning, rings on his ears and fingers, an idea was born in your mind.

You knew how to complement your beauty as well.

As soon as the next day, your plan came into action. You wore shorts that barely covered your thighs and clung to your skin, pairing them with a full-length top to avoid raising suspicion.

Part of your plan was to start slow. Given it was nearly summer, you were offered some leeway and no one would second-guess your apparent change in wardrobe, but too much skin might have become a problem. It wasn’t that you never wore anything revealing, but something of this frequency and extent was typically out of the question for you.

Boys catcalled you in the halls. Unwelcomed attention, but it was a sign you were doing something right. The other sign - one of which you dreaded even more - was your best friend’s reaction as you walked to your seat.

“Holy shit. I see you listened to your best friend for once.”

“I always listen to you. Now shut the hell up, he’s coming,” you whispered, pretending to look as if you were preparing.

Class was typical which was fine, you expected no prompt changes. Your plan would be a gradual progress and you knew slow and steady won the race.

As per usual, you soon became distracted by your professor and began to fantasize. Yuta had a dangerous habit of running his fingers through his locks of hair, which brought inevitable attention to his hands. And thus his rings. Which spurred on your imagination every time without fail.

You thought about Yuta fingering you with his rings on, the surface of the material cool against your clit. The thought made your thighs press together with a shudder. It was always hell to think about your teacher during class because you had no way of relieving yourself, but there was always material for when you got home. Apart from both enjoying and needing the class, that was another good reason to show up everyday.

Soon you sank into thought. Someone like him had to be experienced. For one, he was older. Yuta had never stated that he’d been around, but sometimes he stopped the class to talk about things he did when he was in his twenties - which made you wonder what else he’d done. Then, he was devilishly handsome and you knew for a fact you weren’t the only one who had a thing for him. Yuta was the professor your peers swooned over, you could only imagine how many women his age flocked towards him.

Class came to an end which was fortunate for you. It meant that you got to go home and handle the ache between your thighs. Everyone left without wasting time and you told Ten not to wait for you. He shot you a knowing smirk and told you that he’d seen you tomorrow.

Other than Yuta, you purposely made sure you would be the last one to leave, packing away your materials ever so slowly and pretending to fix your clothes. Yuta never left before anyone and you could feel his eyes burn through you.

“No plans today?” Yuta asked, voice booming throughout the near-empty room. “You’re usually one of the first people to run out the door - and you always sit on the opposite side.”

That’s because I rush home to take care of myself, you thought. Though there was no way you would say that aloud. Instead you swung your bag over your shoulders and moved a premeditated distance from your desk. From where he stood, your legs were on display.

“No, sir. Just homework,” you lied. Of course you had plans, plans that concerned him. None that you could tell him about, though.

Gaze hard on you, Yuta bobbed his head and replied, “I see. Don’t let me hold up one of my top students, then. Have a good night.”

One of his top students. It was impossible to hold in your grin when he said that. Although it was true he was a major distractor when it came to your learning, you’d be damned if you didn’t make it your mission to study hard and impress him. Apparently, it was working.

“Goodnight, sir,” you bid him. Then you made a break for the door. Those plans awaited you at home in your bedroom and you knew that you’d be busy for a while.

When Shotaro approached you, you were completely unexpecting and somewhat fearful of what he had to say.

For one, there was no reason for Osaki Shotaro of all people to be approaching you. Sure, you had your mutual friendships and classes, but you weren’t close by any means and the sole time you recalled having a one-on-one discussion with him was when you were assigned together.

There was no class today. He found you in your natural habitat, the on-campus Starbucks with your laptop on the table and your headphones around your head. You only slung your headphones down your neck when you noticed him sitting across from you.

“May I help you, Taro?” you asked, throwing him a confused glance.

Shotaro nodded, breaking into a smile that you couldn’t deny was attractive. However, you were far too attracted to his father to be affected by his charms. “I got a problem.”

Now you were utterly confused. “I’m no problem solver.”

“Oh I think you are. I could really fucking use a math tutor and Ten told me you’d be my safest option. Said you wouldn’t mind, especially if I paid you up. I’ve been slacking in that subject lately and I gotta get it together if I wanna stay on the team,” the boy told you, albeit somewhat abashedly.

Ten, you slick motherfucker, you thought graciously. The connection between the pair was that they were both on the school’s competitive dance team together. Ten had seriously hooked both you and Shotaro up. Math happened to be your specialty and Shotaro lived with Yuta, his father. Tutoring him at his place would grant you even more opportunities.

“Holy shit,” you winced.

Shotaro nodded discontently. “Yeah, it’s bad, I know. Look, if you’re not down or something it’s all good. I get we’re not that close so it might seem weird for me to come up on you out of the blue. I’ll pay you twenty an hour, though.”

“On second thought, maybe I am a problem-solver,” you replied, much to Shotaro’s amusement. Twenty per hour for tutoring didn’t sound too bad, and plus, there was the firm chance you’d see Yuta. You outstretched your hand and said, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Shotaro shook your hand. “Alright, partner. When are you free?”

You told Shotaro your schedule and let him know you’d text him if you ever needed to take a rain check. He told you he’d follow the same procedure and you agreed to meet at his place for your first session on Friday. Satan was handing you opportunities on a silver platter.

When he left, you pulled out your phone and texted your best friend.

Thanks, you cunt, you messaged.

Ten replied back, Yeah, whatever. You owe me one.

That you did. But you were focused on bigger, larger things.

Nakamoto Yuta.

When Friday rolled around, you were beyond excited. Shotaro had warned you in advance that his father would be home and told you not to worry.

And you assured him that you didn’t mind. Little did he know, you were planning what you would wear the moment he let you know. It was a difficult choice. You wanted to wear something that would suit the heat though also not seem too much for a study session. In the end you settled for something simple yet revealing - a cute dress you found thrown away in the pits of your closet.

When you got to Shotaro’s house, Yuta welcomed you inside.

“Shotaro’s not here yet. He’ll be back soon. I apologize on his behalf for keeping you waiting,” Yuta said once you stepped inside and showed you to a spot on the couch.

You chirped politely, “It’s fine, sir. I don’t mind.”

He was quick to say, “We’re not on campus, you can drop the formalities. Call me Yuta.”

That made you blink in surprise, although you nodded nonetheless. It was definitely a step up the ladder and you hoped that you would soon be content. You didn’t want to just say it his name, you wanted him to make you scream it.

“The weather has been getting sunnier by the day, you’re probably thirsty,” Yuta figured, stepping into the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

Yuta kindly brought you a glass of water and you spent the entire time attempting to subtly survey him. When he handed you the drink, you tried your best not to stare at his hands. It seemed as if he wore rings no matter the occasion and they only made his already beautiful hands look nicer.

Then, you peeped his outfit. And simultaneously realized you had never seen your professor outside of formal attire - up until now, at least. That wasn’t to say that you were complaining. Whatever Yuta chose to wear suited his appearance and you could tell he had an impeccable idea of what style fitted him.

“You should learn how to keep your eyes to yourself.”

You blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“You’re too smart to be playing dumb,” Yuta said, sitting to your side. You noticeably gulped in response to how close he had gotten, and his lips curled with amusement. “You think I don’t notice you staring at me? You’re not subtle.”

In spite of the water you were drinking, your mouth began to feel dry. There was nothing you could fix your mouth to say. Not only had you been caught, but Yuta was implying that he had noticed long before now. With that much knowledge on his hands, it would be simple to piece together why you were checking your professor out at every given opportunity.

The little smirk on his lips alone was enough to convince you that he knew your every thought that ran rampant in your mind. There was no other reason you would be looking at your professor so hard - staring concentratedly at his hands and face - if you had no carnal desires.

Acknowledging your speechless state, Yuta leaned in and slid his thumb under your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his knife-like gaze. “Be good for me and maybe, just maybe I’ll think about giving you what you want.”

The front door knob began to jiggle yet Yuta took his time to pull away from you. He began to sip from his glass and you tried to quickly appear as if nothing had happened - as if your heart wasn’t racing and threatening to pop out your chest.

Shotaro burst through the door and headed straight for the kitchen, a single grocery bag in his hold. “Sorry I’m late. Summer is beating my ass so I went to get ice cream. You want some?”

Shotaro didn’t notice a damn thing.

You just hoped he wouldn’t notice the way his father was looking at you, the same way you could feel him staring into your back.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, nothing had escalated but the decreasing length of your outfits and the thick tension between you and your professor. There were hardly moments where you were alone and whatever seclusion you did have was always short-lived.

In spite of it all, your plan was so far a success. The longing stares became more mutual and frequent than ever. You noticed that Yuta would unabashedly gaze at whatever bare skin was available to his vision, which came in abundance and less and less was left to imagination. There was no doubt that Yuta had noticed - you just wondered if he would eventually confront you about what was an obvious motive by now. After all, he had told you that he’d think about giving you what you wanted.

If you’re good for him, you recalled. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what that entailed. Between the line of good or bad, you weren’t sure where you teetered in his eyes.

But you hoped that you were good. You wanted to be good. For him. It meant everything that he saw you in the same way you did him, and now that you knew there was a chance you could achieve everything that you had only dreamed of, you were over the moon with thrill.

You wanted Nakmoto Yuta, and you were determined to have him.

Class was typical, as always. Again you were left behind, although not on purpose. A text from Shotaro hindered you.

The text read, Raincheck. I forgot I had practice today.

You texted him back swiftly and began to pack away your materials. But when you made an attempt to leave, Yuta’s voice grounded you in place. “Come here.”

At first you stood there, unable to move an inch. Though the commanding glint in his eyes made you feel as though you were under a spell, controlling you and making you walk forward, and you winded up in front of his desk.

“Yes, sir?” you said quietly.

Yuta shook his head. He said nothing, gesturing with his fingers for you to come closer. And you had no will to disobey him. Playing with the edges of your skirt, you turned behind his desk and made a noise of surprise when he abruptly pulled you onto his lap.

Exhilaration made your heart beat at an impossible pace. It thundered against its cage and made it’s presence known. As much as you had fantasized about your professor in such manner, you felt utterly unprepared for whatever plan ran through his brain. Yuta was inscrutable, that much manifested in the way he taught - unpredictable twists his lectures took that gave good reason for his class to be your favorite. Whatever he wanted to do to you was perfectly unclear, better yet how he would do it.

Yuta hooked one arm around your waist, his free hand leisurely stroking your thigh. He leaned into your ear and asked, “Any plans for today?”

Remembering that Shotaro had cancelled on you, you shook your head. Even if you did have plans, especially any immediate ones, they would have simply had to wait. There was something more significant on your hands.

Yuta hit your thigh and you bit back a whimper. “You have words, use them.”

“No, sir,” you told him, forcing out the words that felt clammed in your throat. He seemed satisfied, moving his fingers from your thigh to underneath your skirt. Suddenly, you were grateful of today’s outfit choice - it gave him easy access.

You gasped when you felt his fingers directly between your thighs. This was it - this was everything you had dreamed of. His rings brushed against you and made you shiver, cool to the touch just as you had imagined that they would be. Which made you wonder what else was up to par with your imagination. Curiosity filled you up to the damn brim and you were eager to know.

“You’re soaking,” Yuta commented, chuckling. “Were you thinking about me?”

That made you feel caught, though as usual, it would have been a bold-faced lie to say that you hadn’t spent the better half of the lecture imagining your professor doing unspeakable things to you. Whenever he was in close proximity of you, a moment rarely passed where you weren’t thinking of him. There was no limit. You couldn’t have enough of the man you craved most.

The thoughts hit you hard as soon as the question escaped from between his lips and Yuta knew he had his answer when he felt you clench around his fingers. The sound of him chuckling should have humiliated you, but your body responded with arousal. It was a blessing that your back was to his chest, eye contact would eat you alive.

“Yes, sir.”

“Thinking about me doing what?” He pressed, but the fact that he was still touching you, pushing his fingers inside made it hard to form any coherent thoughts or sentences. You wanted to focus on what he was doing to your body.

You took a deep breath and said, “Touching me, like this. I…, I always imagine you touching me with your rings on.”

“Mm, yeah?” Yuta hummed. “You wanna know what I think about?”

You muttered, “Yes.” Then, you braced yourself.

“Bending you over this desk and fucking you right in these little skirts you love wearing to seduce me.”

It was safe to say that Yuta had caught on to your shenanigans, but you didn’t care. There was no other thought on your mind except for him, and everything you wanted him to do to you.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Yuta feigned confusion. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me,” you begged. “Please fuck me, sir. I need you. Haven’t I been good?”

That was all it took for Yuta’s resolve to crumble, and in the blink of an eye, he had pushed you overneath his desk. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you tremble with anticipation. All of your patience had dissipated, and so had his. You needed each other.

Yuta pulled your panties to the side and you made a little noise when you felt the tip brush against you. “Ready?”

You gave him the go-ahead in a small voice that didn’t nearly uncover the entire extent of how much you wanted this. When Yuta finally pushed in, the relief you felt then was unimaginable. For so long you had wanted your professor, and now that you had him, it felt like a dream.

Impossible to miss, you noticed Yuta’s grunt when he slid inside you. That alone made you feel like you were soaring. His hands fell to your hips and his rings urged a cool sensation on the area of bare skin.

When you moaned, Yuta lifted one of his palms from your waist and hit your ass. “Unless you want everyone to hear you moaning like a slut, be a good girl and stay quiet.”

Easier said than done. There was too much pleasure involved, too much for you to be able to conceal. You bit your bottom lip, hoping it would do the job. It was the best that you could do to muffle your sounds.

And you weren’t the only one, either. Although Yuta was better at supressing noises, you couldn’t miss the sexy little grunts he made, his grip on your waist tightening with pleasure. It drove you near damn mad hearing him like that. The fact that he was so close to you did nothing to help. He was nearly in your ear, and you felt as if you could implode right then and there.

Without the presence of loud moans, the room was still far from silent. There was the lewd sound of Yuta’s hips rocking into yours each time he pushed back in, and thus your weight slamming against the desk with every thrust, and you loved it. There was something dangerously arousing about it and you were in no mind to care about how obvious you were. Nothing mattered to you in that moment except for Yuta. You wanted him to continue and not stop until you’d both finished.

“Fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself. “Harder, please.”

Yuta teased, “Can you handle it harder, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked. “Please? I can take it, I can take it.”

Before you could add anything else, Yuta gave in and got rougher. There was no telling if it was real or all in your head, but you swore you could feel him deeper than ever before. His hips met yours hard, pushing deeply. His death grip on you became tighter, as if you would slip away from him if he didn’t hold you as tightly as possible. Every touch of his was practically bruising, just the way you wanted it to be.

This was something Yuta thought he could do all day. Watching you take him greedily was a massive turn on and he could see it becoming one of his favorite pastimes. He loved the way your pussy swallowed him whole. He loved the way you were still desperate for more no matter how much he gave you. The way you were so compliant and eager to please. It was something he could get used to.

“You’re doing so good,” Yuta sighed, voice tickling your neck.

His praise made your knees feel weak, yet so did the sound of his voice. It was like a two for one deal, twice the amount of butterflies swarming in your stomach. The only way things could have been better was if you could see his face, but you doubted you’d survive the moment you saw his expression as he let out a groan.

Yuta lifted his hand again and slipped it underneath your shirt, meddling with your bra and finding your breasts. He gave them a squeeze and you exhaled with pleasure, loving the way his hands felt on your body. You wanted to feel him everywhere you possibly could - no spot left untouched.

Hardly any thoughts roamed in your brain and you were stripped of every ability you possessed to think. All you knew was pleasure, and you wanted more of it. More of him. He was close to you - deep inside you - but not close enough. Never deep enough. To you, there was no existing maximum. There was no brink and only one word chanted in your head. More, more, more.

“Sir, I’m close,” you whimpered out.

Even without saying, every reaction your body made in response to his touch indicated that you were on the brink of an orgasm. You were clinching around Yuta and it became harder to muffle your noises, and you were sure that your lip was bleeding, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care yet.

It was so close you could almost reach out and grab it. The pleasure you felt then was inexplicable. It felt like all your senses had been heightened to an extreme, on an inhuman level. Your body was begging him, screaming for release, needing it desperately.

Needless to say, Yuta was no better than and not far behind you. His grunts seemingly became deeper, and his thrusts became irregular. But he never stopped - he wouldn’t stop until he was there with you, over the edge.

“Come with me, baby,” Yuta growled. He was fucking you like his life depend on it.

Whatever came next was a blur. Your orgasm struck you hard, clouding your vision with white haze, and you clinched around Yuta uncontrollably. The noises that escaped your lips were unpreventable, especially when you felt his cum spill inside your walls. Your body became slug against the desk and when you snapped out of your post-orgasm headspace, you noticed your professor slow and pull out of you.

When you stood back up, you felt his cum leaking from you and trickling down your thighs, and your cheeks grew hot.

Yuta snickered and buckled his pants back up. “How do you feel?”

There was no word to describe how you felt and you were still in a state of pleasant shock. Your thighs began to feel ache from the pressure he’d inflicted on you, but you weren’t complaining. This was the highlight of your day.

“Good,” you replied, straightening out your skirt with your palms. “Sore, but good.”

He smiled wryly. “When do you tutor Taro again?”

“Thursday. He said he would meet me at your house after practice.”

“Good. Come early.”

“How early?”

“However long you can handle getting fucked,” Yuta said with a shrug.

The butterflies were back. Unable to say anything, you gave him a quick nod and prepared to leave, after you cleaned yourself up.

Who would have known that instead of going home to take care of your arousal after class, Yuta would handle it for you. And Thursday you got to do it all over again.

You couldn’t fucking wait.

Part of you wanted to run, but when you rang the doorbell, you knew that it was too late. There was nowhere to hide anymore - Yuta would be coming any moment now.

You were a hot mess of emotions, bursting at the seams with exhilaration and nerves. Of course, there was no doubt in your body that you wanted to relive having sex with your professor. It was everything you had dreamed of and more. Although you also couldn’t deny that you were worried for a billion different reasons.

Relax, you told yourself. You had no reason to worry. There was no way that anyone would find out, Shotaro was utterly clueless and although Ten was certainly aware, you knew there was no way in hell he’d tell a soul. Plus, you looked nothing short of fuckable. With how short your skirt was, Yuta would be unable to change his mind even if he wanted to.

The door swung open and revealed Yuta, who already had his eyes on your body. Without much greeting, he pulled you inside and locked the door behind you.

You squealed while he dragged you into his bedroom, impatience seeping from his calm demeanor. When he let you loose, you stood by bed rubbing your wrist while he shut the door. You complained, “What happened to greeting people?”

“Hello,” he said, walking over to you. He reached for your hand and gave your wrist a quick kiss, then added, “Now lie down for me.”

Without hesitation, you did as told, climbing onto his bed and sprawling yourself out on his mattress. You kicked off your shoes and Yuta crawled between your legs, watching you instinctively spread your legs open for him.

“Black,” Yuta growled once he noticed the color of your panties. “That’s my favorite color.”

There was no way you were strong enough for this.

Yuta tugged your panties past your ankles and tossed them on the floor in haste, starving for you and begging to know how you tasted. His mouth was on you without warning and you sucked in a deep breath the moment you felt his tongue.

To say the least, Yuta didn’t relent. His mouth was impatient, tongue making you pulse more than you already were. It ventured over you, and you cried out, thighs squeezing shut when the muscle prodded at your clit. But Yuta was completely unwilling to be deterred. He pushed your thighs back open and held them spread, and you could feel the cool sensation of his rings digging into your skin yet again.

Moans of his name tore past your lips, urging him on. Yuta took it as sheer motivation, actions unfaltering and seeming to strengthen. You could feel the corners of his lips lift in a grin. It was an ego boost seeing you grip sheets and hearing you moaning his name shamelessly loud.

Wet sounds grew louder. Yuta’s grip on you only became tighter whenever you began to squirm from the pleasure. There was no doubt in your mind that Yuta wad experienced. For as long as your body had yearned for him, no doubt had ever been present, though now that his head was between your thighs and his mouth was anything but shy of your cunt, you could tell.

“Yuta, fuck,” you cried, back in arch. “Don’t stop, please. Please don’t stop.”

Yuta raised a brow, wondering where you had gotten such an idea from. The thought of stopping had never once crossed his mind. He knew what he wanted, he knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t that. He was determined to leave you broken.

It was like nothing that you had ever felt before. People had been between your thighs a number of times before, but something about Yuta was different. There was no way for you to put your finger on it in your current state, but whatever he was doing with his tongue was making you want to scream. You knew then the pleasure he was providing you was unreplicable.

Maybe you knew that the moment you set your eyes on your professor. There was a reason you were drawn to him, wanting him in ways that were illicit. Everything about Yuta had tempted to you, head to toe. In and out. The time between then and now was unbearable. Though you made efforts to distract yourself from the man you thought to be unattainable, no one ever met your standards. And you were completely unable to commit when Yuta was the one in your head. You needed him, or someone like him.

And though you sought for the latter, you were undone.

Nothing could describe how you felt in the moment other than delirious. You were beginning to believe that Yuta had been yours in a past life, that there was no other explanation as to how he seemed perfectly aware of what to do. Then, you thought that somehow, in spite of him being your professor and the father of one of your peers, you were meant to be. It might have been crazy, but that was how you felt.

And Yuta, you drove Yuta crazy. Which felt like an understatement - everything about you made him feel insane to his core. But he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it, or that he was opposed to the feeling. The same way you were tempted by him, he was by you, and he liked having you in the most delicate of ways.

There was no way you would have known, that was if his body said nothing, but he was hooked on you. Just as much as you were hooked on him, if not even more. It wasn’t because he was lonely after his divorce and needed to chew on anything that he could bite, which was simply untrue. Anyone he wanted, man or woman, Yuta knew how to woo his way to them. Though he didn’t want you out of desperacy, he wanted you because of the way you made him feel.

That much he was still in the phase of figuring out, but he knew that it was welcome. That was all that mattered.

“Yuta, I’m so close,” you groaned, entire body begging for release.

Those four words let out a beast in Yuta. It was like he wanted to ravage you, and you found that likely to be the case. Already had he been unfaltering, but it was clear that his efforts were increasing. He wanted to bring you over the edge and he would do exactly that.

“Cum for me,” he said, detaching his mouth from you for the briefest of moments. He let his fingers occupy you while it separated. “You know you want to. Let go for me, baby girl.”

As always, you obeyed. With his mouth on your clit, there was no way that even if you wanted to, you could instruct your body to do otherwise. You let your body be overcome by pleasure, your back in an arch as your orgasm hit. You let out a lewd moan of his name, toes clenching, and Yuta let you hold - much more squeeze - his hand.

It was intense, and Yuta didn’t stop until you had finally gone slack against his mattress. When he pulled away, he could only let the beautiful sight of you fill his eyes. You laid weakly on his bed, chest heaving in result of your climax. Everything about you then screamed fucked out, and he could only look smugly at his achievement.

Watching you made him want to keep going and eat you out little longer, test how much you could handle, but it also made him hard. There was only so long that he could go resisting the urge to fuck you limp and his restraint had dissipated.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Yuta growled, and moved towards you.

All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And when he leaned in and kissed you, it was even hungrier. It was rough and impatient, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

You reciprocated, kissing him back with the same passionate and letting the heat in the room consume you whole. Yuta’s hands were greedy, clawing at both of your clothes and towing them above your heads. Whatever amount you wanted him he was sure he wanted you more, and he wasn’t ashamed to show you.

Yuta pulled apart from your lips and when you met his gaze, you knew exactly what it was that he wanted. He licked his lips at the sight of you and said, “Hands and knees.”

In an instant, you shifted your body, wiggling your hips in an attempt to make him move faster. You were stripped down to nothing but your skirt, something you realized early on he had a thing for. With how perfectly presented you were, there was no reason why he wasn’t fucking you yet.

The anticipation was killing you slowly. Yuta seemed tempted to start right then, but something delayed him. He reached for something on the bed and slipped a pillow underneath your elbows, a gesture that made your aching desire for him skyrocket.

“Fuck me, Yuta, please,” you begged. “I need to feel you.”

When you felt the head of his dick poke your entrance, you let out a sigh. You were so wet that Yuta slipped in with ease, letting out a grunt when he felt how warm and tight you were around his dick. His rings dug into your skin as his hands clung to your waist.

He begun with leisure strokes to let you accommodate his size, only becoming less shallow the more he thrusted. It was only your second time with him, but you already had a feeling that you’d never get to used to the one of how deeply he stretched you out. Yuta reached places you were unaware of existing.

“I want you,” he groaned. As if you weren’t already at his disposal. Those three words alone had you wrapped around his finger.

Breath hitching, you replied, “You have me. I’m yours - use me.”

Whatever amount of mercy he was trying to spare onto you quickly ceased once those words left your mouth, and Yuta picked up his pace, beginning to fuck you hard. You emit a moan and let him have his way with your body. After your previous encounter, he knew that you liked it rough. Your face was being dug into one of the pillows yet you had no complaints.

Neither did he. Yuta found himself admiring how you took him and the way you felt around him yet again. A welcome mixture of tight, wet, and warm that made fucking you feel like a treat. If you wanted him to use you then he was more than willing to do so.

And there was something about it being you that he was fucking that made the experience like nothing else. He was too attracted to you. As much as you thought about him, he could guarantee he thought about you all the same. In several ways, fantasizing about you in countless positions. But he was going to take his time with you. Knowing you, you weren’t one to shy away from your desires - rather cave in to them - and if he was what you wanted, then you would let him have you. Whatever he wanted, he knew you would provide the best way you knew how.

It wasn’t a one-sided thing. The more time Yuta spent around you, the more fond of you he became. He knew you would bend over backwards, forwards, and every way in between for him, and it was mutual. He was tempted to give you the world.

After all, you were the subject of his dreams. He was crazy about you, and he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Something was bothering you. It felt good, having him like this, but there was something that you were craving. And you quickly realized that it was the urge to see Yuta’s face. You wanted to see every scrunch of his face, every falter in his expression. You wanted to see his eyes shut and watch how his lips parted as he groaned your name. You wanted to see it all - every minor detail, every fleeting face he made. That was what you desired more than anything.

You tilted your face, just so that the pillow wouldn’t muffle your sounds and called in a moan-y voice, “Yuta…,”

“Mm, baby?” Yuta answered, continuing to rock his hips into yours.

“I wanna - I wanna see your face,” you stammered, hardly able to get words out with how amazingly he was fucking you. He was enjoying the effect he had on you, needlessly to say. “Can I please see your face?”

It was impossible to tell you no. Yuta wanted to give you the world, after all. He would sacrifice his adoration for hitting you from the back if that was what it took to satisfy you. He held distaste for your muffle sounds and not being able to see the mess he was making on your own pretty face anyways.

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

Yuta flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach, then entered back inside you with haste. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, sweat made his hair cling to his face and beads of it damped his skin. It was a beautiful sight you were grateful to witness.

In return, Yuta adored the fucked out daze you casted him. There was nothing he loved more than seeing you like that, in a state of evident pleasure as a result of everything he was doing to your body. He fucking loved it.

You wrapped your legs around his back, desperate to feel him deeper. Yuta only chuckled at the gesture, finding it both hot and amusing that you were so needy for him. It was typical of you to want to feel him to the extreme, you simply couldn’t have enough of him.

“Sir,” you moaned. There were no words to explain how you felt right now.

Yuta slowed his thrust and grabbed your chin, forcing eye contact. “What’s my name?”

Wide-eyed, you stammered, “Y-Yuta.”

“Say it again.”

“Yuta!” you exclaimed, moving your hips in attempts to feel his previous pace. “Yuta, Yuta.”

Yuta grinned smugly, but picked up the pace of his thrusts and said, “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”

Yuta brought his hand to your clit and began rubbing you there, watching how your body responded to his touches. You began to squirm and true to his word, made you cry out his name. You felt like you were on fire, heat consuming you whole, but you wanted it all to spread. It felt too good, Yuta’s thrusts and his hands and rings on the very surface of your skin skin.

“Oh, god,” you whimpered. You needed release, you were chasing after it. It was so close, and Yuta could tell.

“How bad do you wanna cum?” Yuta asked you, growling into your ear.

“So bad. I need it. I need it, Yuta. Please,” you begged. With the sexy sounds he was making you weren’t sure you would be able to delay your orgasm any longer.

Satisfied, Yuta bobbed his head and purred, “Give it to me then, baby.”

The moment you approached your climax, Yuta gave you his hand again and you gripped it fiercely as you emitted a loud, crying string of his name. Your whole body shook with orgasm, toes clenching and your eyes closing shut as it washed over you. Yuta came inside you with a grunt, rings digging into your flesh as he held you and filled you up to the brim. When you both finally finished, you laid on his mattress, catching your breath, and he pulled out.

Yuta tilted his head and asked, “Feel good?”

“Feel great,” you chirped, smiling lazily.

He bobbed his head, smiling back and said, “You didn’t forget what I said, did you? I hope you’re not tired.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, ask if to ask him - Why? The smug look on his face added up to your confusion, and you felt like there was something you were missing.

“Baby, you came here two hours hourly. That’s how long you’re getting fucked.”

Realization creeped upon you, and you recalled the exchange you had back in his classroom. Oh, boy, you thought. He was going to ruin you.

And in all honesty, you were fine with that.

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seungfl0wer · 10 months ago

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*Who do you belong to?*

Paring: Felix x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Pure smut

Warnings: Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Cream Pie, Biting, Slight choking, Throat fucking, Hair pulling. I think that’s all? I’m bad at these.

This may not be suitable for everyone, this is your last warning.

For @gnabnahcsworld who really needed more Dom Felix and I’m happy to deliver 😘 hopefully it doesn’t suck lol

-🩵

You had come to this party with your boyfriend Felix to celebrate one of his colleagues. Since the party was work related he was off mingling with everyone. You found yourself talking to one of his colleagues about something when Felix who finally found you a good 10minutes later stood there shooting daggers at the other man. It didn’t help The party in question was one of those rich people’s parties, all elegant and snazzy with a dress code. So Felix was in a nice tailored suit tie to match your dress. Your dress was to your knees, it showed off every beautiful curve of your body. It was actually lix’s choice for you to wear it.

The problem with that is you looked so good everyone was eyeing you up. He couldn’t help see how everyone was just ogling. He stood across from you tongue pressed to his cheek brows forward just staring as you spoke to a guy. A guy who he in fact wanted nothing more to punch for how close he was to you. You on the other hand were just happy to be there, you didn’t notice the eyes on you. Didn’t even take notice of the man blatantly flirting with you.

You felt lix’s eyes looking at you not realizing he was getting jealous, you just smiled at him. That smile quickly faded as you could see it all written on his face. Felix was never good at hiding his emotions, his face would always give it away and boy did it ever right now. You made your way over to him before giving him a puppy dog look “what’s the matter lixie? You ok?” You asked. He gave you a slow nod focused on something else. Before you could ask him about it though he had taken your hand leading you across the room.

He lead you to a side room locking the door behind him as you both entered. You turned to him but you didn’t get the chance to even speak before his lips crashed against yours. His kisses were hungry, his eyes dark and his touch feral. He bit the bottom of your lip as his lips latched to your neck. You let out a soft moan before lix had his hand over your mouth. “As much as I want them to hear you screaming my name I’m not trying to get fired.” He said with a soft chuckle.

He left sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down leaving small marks as he licked them soothing them after. His hands found their way under your dress, quickly diving to your soaking cunt. You both groaned at the feeling. Feeling needy. So needy for him.

His fingers curled inside you quickening his pace, as his bites became harsher on your neck. Man loved leaving marks on you. He loved knowing the fact people would know you were his. His and his only.

His hand that was over your mouth found its way to your hair. His fingers tangled in it pulling your head to the side so he could get to your neck better. As his hand slipped away your moans quickly filled the room. He shot a look up to you “keep quiet or your punishment will be worse” he almost hissed. You let out a small whimper bringing your hand over your own mouth this time to muffle your sounds.

Felix removed his fingers from you leaving you whining from the loss of them. He brought them up to lick all your juices off before finding a chair to sit on. As he did so he motioned you over “since you wanna talk to other guys you’re gonna suck me off before I remind you who’s you are.” He said his voice low almost a growl.

You nodded his words making your cunt tremble. He was so fucking hot like this. You loved when he become more dominant. Felix dropped his pants manspreading on the chair cock at full view for you. Your mouth almost watered at the sight. You wasted no time, slowly kissing the tip before bobbing your head down. Your hands went to reach for your clit but lix growled out a deep “no touching” into your ear.

You whined but listened not wanting to get punished for not listening. Felix ran his fingers through your hair again he pushed your head down, making you take all of him. He always enjoyed using your throat for his pleasure. He quickly started to fuck your mouth. Your eyes squinting as small tears welded up at your eyes chocking around his cock. He left out the most sinful groans his movements becoming sloppy as he hit the back of your throat.

He was gonna cum and he was gonna cum hard. He quickened his pace throat fucking you good. You could feel yourself becoming drenched at the feeling of him. You wanted him to cum so he could fuck your soaking cunt.

As he came his hips trembled, his cock still back your throat letting out the hot sticky liquid. He watched as you swallowed it as the good like the good little girl you were. His eyes were so dark, full of lust for you ready for him to burry his cock deep inside you.

He wasted no time standing up. He pulled you up hands under you chin kissing you swiftly before bending you over a desk. He grabbed his cock running it over your sopping wet cunt before pushing in deep. He didn’t give you anytime before he started to pound into you. He went deep. Feeling every part of his cock filling your hole. He knew how you liked it knew the things to get you off and boy was he good at it.

He grabbed your arms pulling them back to grip them as he fucked into you harder “you think that guy could fuck as good as I can?” He said. You shook your head no “say it princess use your words” he said gripping your hair now. Pulling your head to him to say into your ear “Tell me how much you love my cock. Tell me how good I feel pounding you princess. We both know that guy could never satisfy you like I can.” His words finally clicking in your head as to why this all happened. You wanted to tease him tell him you didn’t know if he was better or something but you wanted to walk outta here not have to be wheel chaired out.

You whined back at him your words breathy “n- no one can ever make me feel this good” you said trying to keep composure. You could feel your high coming and the way his cock was twitching his was coming too. “Who’s are you princess, who does this pretty little cunt belong to huh?” He groaned out. Your body was shaking the feeling of him pounding you so hard. His hand smacked your ass leaving a nice size hand print, Before it made its way to your clit. You were so close to coming undone.

“Im yours!” You almost screamed back his hand now playing with your swollen clit “what’s my name” he said taking his other hand to grip around your neck “say my name baby and you can cum.” He said his hand moving fast on your clit as he pounded into you. His thrusts becoming sloppy as his grip around your neck also softened. You knew he was about to cum but he wanted to cum with you.

“Felix!! Fucking god Felix fuck” you moaned his name out loudly loud enough everyone there probably heard you but you couldn’t help it. You felt your high coming “fuck cum for- for me princess I’m cumming too” he breathed out. His hands gripped your hips pushing himself as deep as possible before unloading deep inside of you. You coming undone as well your high hitting you hard. Body shaking as both of your moans filled the room. Felix slumped over you both of you trying to catch your breath.

“That- was hot as hell” you said as he let out a chuckle at your words “yeah well so are you in that dress” he said as he peppered kisses on you. His cock still buried deep inside of you. “Y/n one problem” he said with a smirk. You tilted your head at the his words “my cums gonna drip from you when we go out.” He said as he pulled out pulling your pantries back up. You laughed a bit “well this will make your point that I’m all yours” you teased making you both laugh. He kissed your nose quickly “how about we go home, get some ice cream and just cuddle? I don’t like these parties anyways” he said taking your hand and pulling you out the room.

💙 if you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open feel free to send me something🩵

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tojipie · 1 year ago

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shiu x fem!reader x toji

content: (fem reader, heavy smut, soo much praise, filming sex, spitroasting, eiffel tower position, threesome, blowjobs, face fucking, cumming on face, aftercare)

summary: just another day at work ! :) nothing raunchy going on here

“fuck, that’s perfect,” shiu mumbles, crouching to get a better shot of where you and toji meet.

the man rutting into you takes the note as a compliment, bucking his hips back to slam to the hilt. the guttural moan he draws out of you is nothing short of sinful, earning you a laugh from the cameraman.

“oh, the guys at home are gonna fucking love that,” he chuckles, standing to grab a shot of you laying face down, ass up on the leather couch.

a calloused hand raises your face to the camera, squeezing your cheeks into a pucker. you smile, taking note of your fucked out demeanor in the camera reflection.

“feel good, pretty girl?” toji asks, still gripping your face.

“mmhm,” you groan, making a show of rolling your eyes back into your head.

the cameraman looks more than pleased, palming himself over his cheap dress pants.

“such a treat to have in the studio, y’know that?” he wipes a mascara-filled tear while you look up at him for a brief moment. “driving me fucking crazy.”

the incessant pap-pap-pap of toji’s hips against your ass echo among the walls of the small casting room, nearly drowning out the praise with how hard he’s fucking you. still, you smile, letting the suit-clad cameraman brush your hair from your face.

“where’d you learn how to take dick like this, huh?” toji teases, switching his grip from your face to your shoulders. your scene partner uses his newfound leverage to pull you back onto his cock, groaning at the new angle.

“only like this with you,” you moan, clenching at the sounds of approval both men give you.

“what, you forget about me?” shiu asks, feigning jealousy for the sake of the scene.

toji leans forward, chest-to-back as he whispers something in your ear. hard, deep thrusts slow to a grind as he speaks to you. you nod, giggling at shiu’s pointed look of confusion.

“what’s wrong?” the cameraman mouths, moving to turn the camera off. you beckon him over to the couch instead, jolting from the pick-up of your scene partner’s thrusts.

the two men share a look as you readjust the camera, gauging the shot in the crystalline glint of the lens. perfect, you think. he was going to love this.

deft hands make haste with his belt, undoing the buckle ever so slowly. the two of you lock eyes for just an instant as his face contorts into a grin, setting the camera on his shoulder to throw his belt off to the side.

“oh i get love too now?” he teases, unbuttoning his bottoms and letting you get to work. his ironed suit jacket hits the floor, dress shirt half open.

“you’ve fucked her before genius,” toji adds, slowing the pace of his thrusts to let you work on the cameraman. he was right, off and on camera even.

shiu’s hard, unbearably so when you free him from his boxers and take him into your mouth. you can practically feel how difficult it is for him to not blow his load right then and there, especially after watching you and toji go at it for half an hour with no stimulation of his own.

“hah fuck— she knows what i like, right?” the question is rhetorical, he wants you to take the bait.

and take the bait you do, pulling off his dick just enough to swirl your tongue around his aching tip.

the noise you earn is more than pornographic, it’s downright sinful, egging you on as you move to take him to the base.

“you seein’ this?” shiu gasps, panning the camera up to toji who has since stopped fucking you to watch. thick, deft fingers come up to rub at your clit instead, making up for the lost simulation.

shiu’s free hand reaches down to nestle into your hair, pulling taught. a quick look to make sure the camera lines up is all he gives you before deft hips snap forward, fucking your throat with urgency.

the two men share a look briefly, chuckling as toji finally ramps up the pace again. thick, hot lengths penetrate you from either side, overloading your brain with pleasure.

“look up at the lens for me baby,” shiu gushes, losing his grip on your hair to cradle your cheek in his palm. you push back on the cock currently pummeling your walls, eagerly groaning for the camera.

“aww there we go, always our favorite star.”

the praise goes right to your head, throat opening up to allow more of his length in. he hisses at the stimulation, grumbling a soft “fuck this,” before setting the camera down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“oh, that’s a good fucking shot,” toji comments, pleased at the new camera angle. the thought of the studio’s loyal fanbase getting to watch you get spit-roasted by the hottest business partners in the industry pushes you closer to the edge.

“fuck, there.” shiu groans, pulling himself from your throat with an obscene squelch. a whoop rings out from behind you, no doubt from toji as viscous ropes of cum paint your cheeks— you swear you hear them high-five each other.

“shit, sorry about the mess,” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, tapping the head on your closed lips with a fucked-out smile.

salty cum floods your tastebuds as you work to clean his manhood off, pulling back with an audible pop and a smile. “s’ okay shiu.”

“that’s talent right there,” the camera man comments, clearly pleased with your performance. shiu tucks himself back into his dress pants, quietly motioning for you and toji to switch positions.

the raven-haired man wastes no time lifting you into the air, thick hands situated under your thighs for support.

the position alone might have gotten you close enough to come had he still been inside you. you’re held against his standing body only by the hands under your legs, back-to-chest as you face the camera.

you hike your legs up, locking eyes with shiu as you’re lowered onto toji’s dick a final time.

the stretch is absolutely obscene, filling you to the brim over and over again as he thrusts into you.

“perfect, perfect guys,” shiu leans closer to get a better shot of your face. “just like that.”

“you wanna tell everybody at home where you want it?” toji asks, biting your shoulder for good measure.

“inside—please.” you sigh, laughing at the obscene groan that sounds from behind the camera. shiu reaches down to rub your swollen clit for you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

hot seed floods your body a second time, warming you from the inside out. the things toji pants into your ear are obscene, overwhelming your senses while shiu’s hand deals out tiny pats to your clit.

you both sink onto the couch for the final time, the soft leather cushions embracing your tired bodies. shiu approaches with the camera, flipping through a couple of scenes to seek your shared approval.

you sit quietly as you're wiped down with a wet towel, still attached to toji at your most intimate points.

“tired angel? need to wash off?” he asks, maneuvering you on his dick to straddle him.

“yes please,” you mumble happily, resting your head on his shoulder. two sets of hands gently caress your body, wiping the last drops of fluid from your sweaty skin.

“you’re gonna make us all millionaires, i swear,” shiu mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before stepping into the bathroom to draw you a bath.

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pupkashi · 1 year ago

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f1 racer!satoru 💭🏎️

a/n: hi friends ! i have had this au rattling in my head like a damn maraca for SO LONG im so glad i finally got around to putting it out for yall :3 this might be for a very niche group of people but i hope the five of you who enjoy f1 will appreciate this 🙏 let me know what yall think if you’d like him to make a reappearance in drabbles or one shots !! <3

masterlist

f1 racer!satoru who is mercedes golden boy, replacing lewis hamilton after his move to ferrari, going toe to toe with the likes of red bull and Ferrari racers

f1 racer!satoru who is loved across the grid and in the general public, think Italian men with charles leclerc, he’s the people’s princess, truly

f1 racer!satoru who dominates his rookie year, leaving everyone stunned at how truly talented and amazing he is

f1 racer!satoru who has the most followers on social media from everyone on the grid, everyone fawning over him constantly

f1 racer!satoru who loves the attention, but all of it seems so meaningless the second he meets you, falling hard and fast from the couple conversations you had, giving you free tickets for the race in an attempt to get more time with you

f1 racer!satoru who shows up and shows out the Grand Prix that weekend, eyes searching the crowd as tries his best to focus on his post race interviews

f1 racer!satoru finds you in the crowd as he steps onto the podium, smile widening and dimples popping out, he’s laughing as his podium mates douse him in champagne, all of them taking a swig from the comically large champagne bottle

f1 racer!satoru who says his to you with champagne dripping down his face and off his snowy hair, asking what the odds were of you letting him take you out on a date where he’s not working

f1 racer!satoru who is impossible to not fall for, with his witty replies and pretty blue eyes, he has you weak in the knees and on FaceTime every night

f1 racer!satoru who takes you carting, letting you win and treating you to dinner afterwards, buzzing with nervousness as he asks you to be his

f1 racer!satoru who is elated to have you as his partner, having you fly out with him whenever you could to his races, explaining everything about formula 1 to you beforehand, chest warming when he realizes how focused you look on his every word

f1 racer!satoru who develops a pre-race ritual with you, having you hype him up and giving him a good luck kiss before the two of you walk out of his driver room and into the garage, he’s zipping up his driver suit and asking you to help adjust his balaclava, smiling when you kiss his nose and wish him luck

f1 racer!satoru who seems to become even better after he started dating you, managing to podium every race and putting up a fight against a dominating red bull team; in every interview he says it’s not only the car but his amazing lover who helps him push every lap

f1 racer!satoru who has a picture of you in his helmet as his lockscreen, and you have one of him in his fireproofs as yours

f1 racer!satoru who gets dubbed ‘the grids angel boy’ after you commented on his post fresh off his Japan Grand Prix win ‘congratulations my angel boy’

the entire grid loves you, announcers and commentators always excited when you show up to a race, cameras showing you in the Mercedes garage ‘and we have y/n in the garage today!’ you smile brightly at the camera, ‘i guess we know who’s gonna get pole position for qualifying tonight’

f1 racer!satoru who drives you around in his fancy Mercedes, sports and classic cars, exploring every city with you, treating you to expensive food and presents, walking hand in hand with you down the streets of Monaco, taking pictures of you at the beach in Miami and sending flowers when you can’t make it to his races

f1 racer!satoru who is absolutely smitten over you, adding your initial to his helmet hidden among the design, showing it to you with sparkling blue eyes as your heart flutters

f1 racer!satoru who runs to you after every race, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you on the lips before celebrating with his team

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47lake · 4 months ago

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payback

synopsis: you always loved it when she got frustrated, but something about this night specifically drove you absolutely wild. plus, you had to get your payback.

‼️: sub!top!billie, dom!bottom!reader, restraints, begging, tears, thigh riding, teasing, princess treatment(receiving), more that i’m probably forgetting oops ! w/c 2.6k

continuation of 'im sorry'

the two of you were at dinner with her team, a very classy restaurant with everyone’s tab covered by billie as a way to say thank you for all their hard work throughout the year.

you let your girlfriend pick your outfit for the night, she returned from the closet after very carful consideration with a sleek, long sleeve, deep crimson dress that you had gotten recently. you chuckled and smiled, knowing billie had been waiting for you to wear it. you paired it with some black louboutins bils has surprised you with a few days before.

“they were supposed to be for christmas but i was too excited to see your reaction so, do you like them?!”

she was always so sweet to you, spoiling you with anything she even thought you would like. you pick something up to look at it closer in a store? it’s practically bought already.

you hooked the clasp of a gold necklace you mentioned liking to her once. it arrived at your door a few days later along with the earrings and bracelet to match, accompanied by a proud billie.

you sprayed a few sprays of her eilish no 1 & no 3, the mix of the warm vanilla with the christmas-y scent mixing together in a way that billie loved.

you grabbed your purse, black leather with gold accents, perfect for any outfit. you stepped out of the closet, lipstick in hand, to find your girl adjusting her tie, the perfect shade of red to match your dress. she was wearing a suit, a little baggy to fit her aesthetic, with her new converse, ‘open up the door’ could be read along the side of the sole.

you stood there for a moment, watching her adjust herself, she was perfect. you cleared your throat to make your presence known, she practically did a 360, eager to see how you looked.

“you’re kidding… there’s no way i get to call this gorgeous girl mine, somebody pinch me.”

she took your hand as the two of you closed the distance between yourselves, she spun you in a circle, whistling as she took it all in.

“you know i could sit here and admire you for hours but we’ve gotta go or we’re gonna be late!”

she gripped your hand a little tighter and led you out the door, opening your car door for you and holding her hand out to help you get in. she shut the door softly and ran around to her side, throwing herself inside and slamming her own door.

she waited for you to buckle your seatbelt and touch up your makeup, watching intently as you outlined your lips. thumbing circles against your exposed thigh through the slit that ran up the side of your dress. just as you snapped the mirror shut she started backing down the driveway, her hand never leaving your skin as she turned out onto the street.

you both always had to be touching, you reached over to hold the back of her neck as she held your thigh. you scratched her neck softly, your red acrylics perfectly contrasting her pale skin.

you couldn’t help but watch her, it was your favorite thing. her side profile always so gorgeous, her resting face always seemed so focused, you wondered what she could be thinking about all the time.

the car ahead of you casting a bright red light across her features, helping you clearly see her face light up as she turned her focus to you.

“whatcha looking at?”

“just my girl.”

she smiled wide and returned her gaze to the road, such a sweet girl.

──୨ৎ──

throughout the night you could see your appearance was having more and more of an effect on her.

her eyes lingering on the deep neckline of your dress for just a little too long when you spoke to her.

her mind visibly wandering as you shot her knowing glances.

how intently she watched you even if she was speaking to someone else across the room.

everyone knew billie was infatuated with you, but tonight was something more. something that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried.

her gaze currently fixated under the table, the slit of your dress falling to perfectly showcase your crossed legs and her hand atop your thigh.

“billie?”

“hm?!”

she snapped her head, tuggingher gaze away from your body. you giggled quietly as she ran her hand along your skin, giving you any attention she could.

“your speech?”

“OH! right yes!”

she stood up out of her seat and called attention to everyone within the private room. she thanked her team for all their hard work and patience with her and her career. she went on to tell a few funny stories between her and some of the crew, laughs erupting around the room. billie’s smile gleamed through all the chatter, she waited for everyone to settle down and turned to you.

“and i also want to thank my beautiful girl!”

she reached down for your hand, placing it in her own.

“this girl has helped me through thick and thin, kept me grounded, and helped me truly be me. she has done more for me than she will ever know, and i love her endlessly.”

you couldn’t help but smile, you loved how sentimental she could be, she’s so perfect.

everyone starts clapping as she motions to you after her little spill, smile still plastered on your face, you shook your head and squeezed her hand tightly.

she sat down and people went back to chatting amongst themselves, billies hand quickly returning to your thigh. she leaned closer to you, lips inches away from your ear.

“you look so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.”

she slid her hand up just enough to show her intentions behind that statement, you laughed and told her to be patient. you loved when she got enamored like this, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from you if she tried.

you lightly placed your hand on top of hers, running your index gently across her middle & ring. you’d think something so simple wouldn’t bother her so much, but you could instantly see her her zone out, god knows what she could be recollecting.

you cleared your throat as someone approached, snapping het out of her thoughts instantly. amusement shown clearly across your features. you kissed her cheek, leaving a vivid red stamp on her face. it paired nicely with the rosy blush now coating her cheeks.

she stumbled over her words as you continued to trace over her fingers with your own, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to focus on what the poor girl in front of her was saying. she answered to the best of her ability and the girl walked back to her seat, billie shot you a look that clearly read ‘you’re so mean!’ you smiled innocently and leaned into her ear.

“i can’t wait until we get home sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for me.”

her hand flew over her mouth, eyes wide as her mind ran with ideas of what was in store. she cleared her throat and adjusted her hair, trying to keep herself composed, much to her dismay her pink cheeks and hot ears were a dead giveaway.

──୨ৎ──

you and billie both stood outside the door of the restaurant saying your goodbyes to everyone, thanking them for coming and for everything they do. billies team was so big it felt like ages, especially since you were eager to get your hands on her.

the last person got in their car and drove away, billie snatched you up in her arms and practically flew to her car.

she set you down and opened the car door for you, like always, holding her hand out to keep you steady as you got inside. you buckled your seatbelt and she shut the door with care, despite her impatience, running around to her side and flinging herself inside. she started up the car and began to drive while simultaneously buckling her seatbelt, wasting as little time as possible.

“someone’s excited.”

you teased her as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“how could i not be? you only drove me absolutely insane throughout the entirety of dinner!”

“oh hush, you know you like it.”

she turned her gaze away, pretending to be focused on the road as she hid her smile.

she ran her hand up and down your thigh, traveling just a little further up each time. she wanted you so bad it was precious, tracing circles with her thumb and tapping the pads of her fingers against your skin.

you couldn’t help but smile, you uncrossed your legs, looking over to see her attention directed towards your thighs. you felt her hand travel further up than before, making sure to stop before she got carried away. her eyes fixated on the road, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she smiled.

she pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car quickly and running around to your side. she opened the door and undid your seatbelt for you, eager to get inside already. you giggled as she held her hand out, taking it and stepping out.

you held both sides of her face as she shut the door back, kissing her passionately. her hands cascaded to your waist as yours wrapped around the back of her neck, her touch fell down to your ass as she squeezed softly. you pulled away, thumbing over her cheek as you were met with her pouty eyes and swollen lips.

“my poor baby.”

she tried pull you back in when you grabbed a handful of her tie, leading her to the door. you held your free hand out expectantly as she scrambled through her pockets for the keys, handing them to you with a cheesy smile.

you undid the lock and pulled her a little harder as you led the way to the bedroom, opening the door and walking her over to the bed. you let her out of your grip and she flops down, looking up at you and waiting for her next instruction.

“help me with my dress sweetheart, i can’t reach the zipper.”

she jumps up and obliges happy, slowly pulling the zipper down with one hand, the other resting on your hip. her plump lips trailing soft kisses across your shoulder and your collarbone to eventually land on the nape of your neck. the zipper soon runs out and she pushes the sleeves off your shoulders, spinning you around, kisses now lining the edge of your jaw as she slips your dress off.

“i wanna make you feel good..”

you caress her shoulders and push her away gently, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the sheets as she is sat on the bed again. you straddle her lap and watch as her eyes linger on your exposed figure, she’s always had a weakness for how perfect you look in lace.

“i know, you’re so eager my love. i promise, you’re gonna make me feel so good.”

she smiles looking up at you, her hands return to your skin, so desperate to please. you loosen her tie and pull it off, unbuttoning her shirt to join the pile forming in the floor. you slide off her lap and get on your knees between her legs, undoing her belt and and button of her pants, sliding them off and throwing them to the slide.

now that you had her on display to match yourself you told her to move back, her back resting against the headboard as she sat up straight, legs out in front her.

“i want you to close your eyes for me sweet girl, you can do that, yeah?”

she nodded intently as her lids fell closed, waiting for your next move. you got up off her lap and pulled the drawer of the nightstand open. you smiled as you pulled out a roll of ribbon, you told billie to be patient and quiet as you tied her wrists to the headboard in a pretty red bow.

you could cum right then, she looked so sweet. her eyes closed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, your kiss stamp on her face, rosy pink cheeks flush as her arms remained above her head. you quickly slipped your bra and panties off and positioned yourself to be straddled across her thigh.

“open, my love.”

her eyes fluttered open, looking up as she gasped, the realization of her restraint washing over her. she tugged gently against the ribbon, looking at you with a pout painted across her face.

“babyyy?!”

“payback. pretty girl, don’t you remember when you just couldn’t help yourself?”

you watched as she became lost in her own thoughts, recollecting her apologies falling from her lips as she held you down.

she quickly snapped out of her daze when she felt your wet heat touch down on her thigh, her focus instantly fixated on the slow rhythm of you hips against her thigh.

“come on! please! just let me touch you please! i’ll be a good girl, i promise!”

you smiled, your hands finding stability in the sheets as you picked up your pace, dirty moans rolling off your tongue that you knew would drive her wild.

“i know you will, you’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”

she nodded slowly and her attention instantly retuned to the puddle of arousal pooling against her skin. you began to roll your hips faster and faster against her. she repeated ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ over and over, not touching you was making her crazy. you loved it.

she started to buck her hips, loving that you were using her to get off.

“such a dirty girl. you’re just watching and can’t control yourself?”

her eyes locked with yours, she looked so sweet when she got needy like this, small droplets fell from her eyes in frustration.

“please let me touch you, please, it’s all i want, please, baby.”

oh. my. god.

you couldn’t refuse that, you untied her pretty bow and tossed it aside.

her hands flew to your hips, positioning one to be able to press circles into your clit with her thumb. she began to guide your hips, picking up at the pace where you had left off.

you laid your head against her shoulder as she rolled your hips faster and faster, moans and whines spilling out of you rapidly as the knot inside of you grew tighter and tighter.

“fuck bils! yes! make me cum!”

she pressed your hips down harder and kept her pace and your body shook in her grasp, she kissed your neck as her pace grew slow, letting you ride out your high. you sighed deeply and laid against her for a moment, catching your breath.

“don’t move.”

she nodded and waited patiently, you took one final breath and got off her thigh, positioning yourself a little further back between her legs. you looked up at her and held her gaze with yours, arching your back in front of her.

“fuck!”

she inhaled sharply as your warm tongue collected all of your pleasure off her skin. you sat up once you were finished, kissing her deeply.

“my good girl, you took your payback so well.”

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rubiehart · 1 year ago

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hi! ‘m not sure if you’re taking requests rn but i had this thought of jj x waitress!reader, like she’s just trying to take their order and he won’t stop flirting with her. love love love your work!!

i think this request has been sitting in my inbox for over two months i’m soo sorry i’m only just getting to it now. love u nonnie!

you’re working the bar, turns out bussin tables wasn’t your strong suit when the locals would get a little too persistent towards you and you’d go off, snarky little comments that’s just piss them off in turn, you just couldn’t help it.

it’s another gloomy day at work, wiping the counter with some dirty rag that was probably doing more harm than good, but it was just so boring, until the little bell rings above the door signaling an enterance of someone new, eyes springing up from the counter as the boy walks in.

he was cute, fairly buff, red cap rested atop his sun damaged blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, you did a double take and sharply looked away when he began walking towards you, reaching for a glass and cleaning it with the same rag, as he sinks down into the bar stool directly in-front of you. “that rag don’t look very sanitary to me.” he smirks, waiting for you to catch his eye but you don’t. “no shit.” you mumble, internally rolling your eyes but refraining.

“woah.” he chuckles putting his hands up in surrender, which only makes you more pissed. “got a little fire in you, my bad.” you just flick your eyes up to him, clearly unamused. “what do you want?” slamming the glass down onto the beer mat, resting one hand on the beer taps.

“bold of you to assume i want a beer.” he shrugs, not loosing his playful tone even after being shot down so many times, you’ve gotta applaud his confidence. “so natty light?” you ask, fed up of his antics as his smirk only grows wider. "another assumption.” he assess.

“listen, you look poor, natty light’s target consumer. so yes or no?” you ask, and he scoffs. “natty light please.” and you nod, bending down to grab one from the fridge under the counter. you slide it across to him and he hands you a pile of coins, you roll your eyes and start counting it.

he cracks open the tab and takes a long sip before speaking again. “so, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ working’ at this shit shack?” he leans forward, flashing that charming smile. “what’s it to y’a?” you mumble and he hisses. “you’re stubborn.” he adds and you nod. “y’a think?” you ask sarcastically and he smiles, before you look at him again.

“you’re 25 cents short.” you nod towards the pile of coins, he tongues the cut on his lip and sighs. “tell you what? consider this payment.” he says before reaching for your hand, turning it over and scrawling something on your palm, dropping the pen onto the counter top and winking, taking the can with him before the bell above the door rings again fo signal his departure before you can even get a word of protest in.

he’d written his number on your palm, in possibly the worst handwriting you’d ever seen, wondering how you were gonna decipher this shit later. you finally let the smile creep onto your face that you’d been holding, you were calling, no doubt about it.

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starcrossedxwriter · 15 days ago

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Wicked Fantasies Part 12 (MBJ x Black OC)

A/N: Our favs are backkkk and figuring their shit out! Enjoy!

“You know David is pissed right? Disappearing on him like that?”

“Is David pissed or is the man who pays David pissed?” Raven’s quiet but knowing tone still heard over the soft bass of R&B music as Michael focused intently on cooking their breakfast. “Cause the David I know expresses a super limited range of emotions.”

The pair languished the Monday after the Oscars away in Michael’s suite, only extracting themselves for basic needs. And they only felt more inclined to spend yet another day cooped up with each other. They both crashed, savoring the brief silence from the outside world. It was blissful.

And Raven wanted to remain planted within this cozy perfection. Safe. Forever.

When was the last time she felt content enough to rest? Where she did not deprive herself of what she needed out of guilt or shame or fear? Here, there was no one to fail, no one expecting the world of her. The wall bearing down on her disintegrated into nothing.

There was only love. There was only care and intention and grace and a place to rest.

She imagined there were important meetings or interviews he could be doing. But he seemed content to rest, for other reasons, beside her. And she started to wonder if she was that for him too… His place to rest.

“Both.”

“In my defense, I did text him.”

“Yea, after you boarded.”

Raven’s hand stilled as she munched on grapes from her delicate perch on his counter, immediately detecting genuine concern still lingering within his teasing tenor. In hindsight, she could see that her flippant text to David a minute before takeoff was out of a foolish belief that he and his boss didn’t care. So it didn’t matter how potentially reckless it was. But in this new light, guilt sat uncomfortably in her chest.

“Okay… I can admit I wasn’t really thinking straight. After your interview and the premiere, I was just…” Her eyes fell away from his, a hint of shame clouding her soft eyes. “Fuck. I was falling apart.” She sat in contemplative silence for a beat, Michael not rushing to fill it. “I felt like I couldn’t figure it out anymore. I could always figure it out before. Every problem seemed worse than the last but I always… figured it out. But you… you fucked up everything,” she sniffled. “Everything I believed, everything I thought I was. And I was looking at the shit show that was my life and drowning under the weight of all the things I had to figure out. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to figure out any of it here. Where everything reminded me of you. So I had to get on the first thing outta here,” she added jokingly to lighten the mood a bit.

She did not mean to burst their bubble this soon.

“I don’t regret going but it was wrong to disappear like that and I’m sorry I made David and David’s boss worry. Maybe I can find a way to make it up to him. And you, of course, as his boss?” she offered playfully, a teasing seduction on her lips, determined to not ruin the mood with reality any sooner than necessary. “Think he’ll forgive me then?”

“He might but his boss is gonna make you work for it.”

“I think I can handle it.” She shot him a wink across the island as he chopped vegetables.

Chopping veggies? Abandoned with the speed of light as Michael found his place between Raven’s parted legs. His hands gripped the meat of her thighs, Raven’s moans soft against his ear.

“I heard his boss is hard to please?” His voice could’ve hypnotized her.

“Oh I’m always up for a challenge.” She whispered back seductively, with a wink. However, before she could follow that down the path of assured pleasure, that guilt crept back up. “Wait… But seriously, remind me to order David an edible arrangement later. As an apology.”

“Babyyyyy. I was playin’. He’s good. No need to apologize.”

“No, it’s just… I actually started to kinda like him and I could’ve done it without making his job harder, you know?”

“That’s fair… but why an edible arrangement?”

Raven shrugged, “He has a weird thing for them. Obsessed with chocolate-covered strawberries too.”

Michael paused. “How’d you even figure that shit out? Couldn’t get a word outta that nigga that wasn’t about you.”

Raven laughed. “Just don’t have the magic David touch, I suppose,” she grinned coyly. “But no, he would point one out every time we passed a storefront or like an ad for them. Just like a random comment about how nicely arranged they were or how the fruit was always fresh. And after my meeting with Angelica, I had him stop at a bakery on my way home to, you know, treat myself. And when I tell you that nigga was staring at those strawberries so hard.”

Raven’s head fell back in exuberant laughter.

“God I wanted to text you so bad that night to tell you. He was like damn near drooling. So I told he should get one, but he said it would be inappropriate to shop for himself while he was on the clock or something silly. And then lectured me about long conversations and ‘dilly dallying’ in public.”

“That sounds exactly like him. N let me guess, you still got him one?”

Raven buried her face in the nape of his neck, savoring the faint remains of his cologne mixed with his natural scent, as she let out a soft chuckle.

“I don’t know if I love how well you know me. Lied and told him I needed to run back to the lady’s room and bought him a dozen. Which he accepted, albeit reluctantly. And that is what I learned about David during our time together. Don’t take that away from me,” she begged jokingly as Michael laughed.

“Edible arrangement added to the to-do list. I gotchu.”

With that tucked away for later, she settled easily into his warm embrace. He cradled her head close to him, kissing her lips softly. She savored it, her arms wrapping around his bare shoulders to bring him in closer.

His lips grazed and gently sucked down her neck, Raven’s soft moans only heard in his ears. Sweeter music than the tones of Solange floating in the background. Raven’s head lulled back in pure ecstasy as his fingers slid her panties to the side.

However, the first tinges of smoke from the stove distracted Michael from his current task feasting on Raven to the one he previously abandoned: their breakfast.

“Shit. My bad, baby. You always distracting me,” he teased her with a soft final peck to salvage their eggs. “Yea… these are dead.”

She laughed, forcing herself off his island and to his large bay windows so the smell did not linger all morning.

“We’re off to a terrible start.”

She glanced over to his mom’s garden in the corner, noticing vibrant blue flowers starting to bloom, their petals heavy with droplets of rain from earlier that morning.

“I gotta tell your mom how gorgeous these flowers are.” She paused, the notable silence in Michael’s home finally hitting her. “Wait, speaking of… Where are your parents? Kinda surprised we haven’t seen them yet. It’s almost noon. They feeling ok?”

Michael’s heart fluttered at the genuine look of concern that fell onto her face as she returned to her perch as he restarted their omelets. He could count on one hand the women who made it to the coveted “meet the parents” stage in his entire life. But only one put forth any sort of effort, only one treated them like her own from the moment she met them. And that was Raven. And now all he had to do was make it official.

He would’ve proposed the night of the Oscars if it were solely up to him. But it wasn’t. His devotion to her did not cloud his ability to see reason. There was still so much between them that required discussion and healing. As much as he did not want another day to pass calling her anything other than his wife, if he knew her as well as he believed, he knew she still needed time. Time to trust him and time to truly believe she deserved him. And for her? He’d wait ions and lifetimes. Whatever it took.

And while something in him wanted to race to the first day of their lives together as a true family, he did not want to miss the journey either.

“Oh yea they’re totally fine. More than fine actually. They left for St. Lucia super early this morning. Wanted some time away. They texted, told me to send some love to their favorite sleepyhead… which wasn’t me apparently.”

“They’re sweet. So we conveniently have the house to ourselves??” she teased.

“Why you say it like that??” A smile already forming, letting her know her suspicions were correct

“I just think it’s convenient. But your parents certainly got the better end of the deal,” she joked. “They get days in the Sun and I get their son who keeps burning my breakfast.”

“You always got jokes. I’ll admit, I had a hand in upgradin’ them a bit. But it was their idea to give us some space. When I woke up before you yesterday, they were gettin’ ready to go spend a few days at my sister’s. I suggested that a few days by the ocean would be more relaxing than chasing after their grandkids all day.”

“That’s really sweet, baby. I just… don’t want your parents to feel like I’m taking over. I love being here but I’m a guest. We could’ve just holed up at the condo or somethin’.”

“Nahh we couldn’t’ve. I sold it after the premiere.”

“Wait what? Why?”

Michael’s shoulders flexed as he paused, the man still not taking his eyes off their breakfast for fear of ruining it again.

“Cause I… I thought alot about what you said. And I went back to the penthouse and I could see it. All the ways bein’ there made you feel unprotected. Everything there was a facade, everything in it was disposable. By design. And that worked for me… til I met you. And I saw how that place would’ve made you feel like you didn’t fit into my real life. But you do. I just… didn’t wanna take you back there either if you came back? Never want you to feel like that again. Thought we both deserved a clean slate. We can get another penthouse downtown anytime. Just say the word ‘n it can be our spot for late nights ‘n shit. An extension of our life together, not a different one. Oh and all your clothes are in storage, I’ll have them delivered.”

Tears sprung to her eyes as she simply stared at him in silence. Sometimes it hit her like a train, not simply his love for her. But his devotion. His consideration for her and the things she needed that she would’ve never dared ask for herself.

“You didn’t need to do that, babe.”

His head turned toward her when he picked up on the tremor of emotion. He reached over and rubbed her bare thigh, stealing a brief kiss before returning to his task.

“Yea I did. You deserve better than that, better than who I was when I took you there. You aren’t some fantasy I’m trying to force into real life, Rae. You aren’t the place I go to be someone else. You’re home. My sanctuary. And I’m not gonna treat you like anythin’ less ever again. Hell, you want me to sell this shit too? We’re gonna need a spot that’s yours too anyway.”

“God I love you. Thank you, baby. But… don’t sell this place, please? Not yet anyway? I mean it's yours so you get to decide but I love it here.” “Even if it ain’t ours? I want you to… you know, feel at home here too. We can redecorate or remodel if you wanna switch some shit up.”

“I feel right at home. We could stay in this house forever exactly as it is and I’d still love it. Besides, not like we’re ready to be roomies yet anyway, I can give my notes on furniture later.” Raven winked at him.

While her tone was purely casual, her words stuck to his brain matter like soot. Michael was certainly ready to have her move in… was she not ready for that step? However, he knew now was not the time for that conversation when more painful ones dangled heavily between them.

He leaned over and kissed her softly. “Have I told you how much I love you today?” he whispered.

“Several times. But like you, I don’t get tired of hearing it,” she mused. “But I am really hungry so say it while you finish these damn omelets.” She kissed him before steering him out from between her legs and back to his giant stove. “Cause burning breakfast twice is unforgivable”

The sacrifice of sleeping and fucking an entire day away was they missed their glorified gossip session after the Oscars and countless after parties to download each other on their wildest interactions and gossip of the night. Michael was not typically one for salacious gossip, perhaps because he was used to being the subject of it. But she could tell he enjoyed these little debriefs they had where he could spill any sort of tea or gossip and know Raven would not spread it around. So the rest of their cooking and feasting time was spent debriefing the night, unpacking unfounded conspiracies and gossip that they would never talk about again… until after the next event or party.

Michael had taken for granted how much he missed this specific part of their relationship. The banter, the jokes, the levity of just being them.

He would not deny the weight that still swayed above them since Raven came home. But he would remain grateful, even in the small awkward moments it created. Because even in those moments, they still felt like them again. And there was peace in that.

They immediately retreated to the cave of Michael’s suite, not taking advantage of the giant empty house or the giant movie theater in his basement. No, they were still more cozy snuggled up in his bed, sharing lazy, unrushed kisses and sensual touches while half watching some 90s classic neither cared to pay attention to.

The elephant in the room was harder to ignore today, after their bodies claimed all the rest they needed to no longer be driving on empty. Michael had the same internal debate Raven had. They were desperate to stay in the bubble and hold tight to this peace a bit longer. But the inevitable was not going to hurt any less tomorrow or the day after that. It would just hang over them until they broke apart again.

And that was not an option either.

“You aren’t a bad sous chef,” Michael offered, breaking the brief silence between them. ”Take direction very well,” he offered with a suggestive tone, causing Raven’s body to heat up with lust.

“Thank you,” she offered quietly with a soft peck to his chest.

The silence that followed was not one of their usual comfortable variety. No, this was the sort of deafening loud silence, the type that begged her to ask the questions buzzing around loudly in her brain, that demanded the apologies and assurances she needed to trust this again. And all those things built up until Raven could hold it no longer.

She lifted her head, propping herself up on his chest to look into his eyes. She could tell he knew what she was about to say as the smallest flicker of panic flew like a shooting star across the deep abyss of his eyes.

“C-Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Did I…”

She supposed it was improbable and naive to think all her insecurities disappeared after a few beautifully written letters and a love confession. She knew it would be a long road to not listen to her first mind, which even right now was bracing her heart to hear him confirm what she spent the better part of two months believing.

She took a step down the road and every cell in her body screamed in regret. She could just forget it all and move on. Did the who, what, when, where, and why even really matter? Or could she just accept it and move forward?

But how was that any different than before, a voice she also recognized as her own demanded? She spent her entire life pushing down and ignoring pain to simply move forward instead of confronting it. Instead of advocating for herself and her feelings and her needs. If Michael was truly her place of respite, why would she ever consider doing that here? Coming home had been so difficult that it would be easier to believe that was the hardest part. But this? This was the hardest part. Rebuilding.

She started to chew nervously on her bottom lip, the words feeling more like bile in her throat now.

Michael tugged her lip gently from her teeth.

“Nothin’ to be anxious about, baby girl. I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know. Just ask me. All the cards on the table.”

“Did I do… something? Or not do enough of something to make you want her again? I believe what you told me… about Tasha. And honestly, when I think about it, it’s so stereotypically fucking Tasha, it’s not surprising at all. But if the reason you got back with her in the first place was because of something I did, I want to know. Whatever you say, I can forgive you but I want to understand what I did wrong? ”

Logically, he knew coming back to him had not eliminated her insecurities, the beliefs she had gained over the last 30 years, but that did not stop the words from feeling like daggers to his heart. She was more than merely enough. She was everything.

“No, absolutely not. You didn’t do anything wrong. How could you even think that, baby?”

She shrugged and pushed herself into a seated position.

“I mean, look at this from my perspective and tell me what I’m supposed to think? You lied to me multiple times about Tasha like it was nothing. You said y’all were done and I came over and she’s just hanging out in your living room, a place you’d said no other woman had ever been to. And I should’ve given you a chance to explain, I know that. But you can’t blame me for thinking you actually wanted her.”

“I don’t! Don’t… blame you. It just… it was never anything you did, Rae. I didn’t want her or even go back to her. I slept with Tasha once right after we started our arrangement, before your birthday and that was it. And honestly, the entire time, I just kept thinkin’ that I’d rather be with you. I was all in on you from that moment forward.”

“The night you left for Paris, you told me you weren’t talking to her anymore. Was that true?”

His head thudded back against the soft cushion of his headboard.

“It was. I wanted you, no question about that shit. I just didn’t tell her that… not explicitly anyway. I let her think there was still hope that I’d be back when our arrangement ended because I was too scared to let go of the old me, to jump and let myself be hurt if that’s what it took to have somethin’ real. That shit was cowardly and stupid. We didn’t talk again till she called me around New Years. When I told her I was done for good, she threatened to expose how we met. I paid her off a couple times but she kept wantin’ more and more shit. And that’s when we decided to just put it out ourselves. Cause I knew she wasn’t gonna stop. And I… I was pissed at Tasha for hurting you and I saw a way to get back at her and I took it. Not proud of that shit, I know I fucked up in every possible way. But you gotta know I never cheated and will never cheat on you, Rae. I know how that shit feels and I wouldn’t have done that to you. I will never do that to you.”

“I appreciate that. But… I deserved to know that Tasha was a threat to you… and me. And I deserved to be part of the solution. But no, you just kept me in the dark, iced me out to deal with it on your own. Without a thought of the consequences to me.” She could not hide the obvious disappointment in her deep sigh. “Like I meant nothing to you… Irrelevant and disposable.”

She could see in his eyes how those words were spears to the healing wound his own actions had caused within himself. And she almost regretted uttering them as she took that in. She would forgive him fully, in time. Truth be told, she was nearly there. But he needed to know how he hurt her and she needed to hear herself voice how it made her feel to ensure she would never allow someone to make her feel disposable again.

“Raven. Listen, you mean everything to me. And I had a lot of reasons that I thought made sense at the time. I was the one that hurt her, strung her along with promises I had no intention to keep. And tellin’ you what was goin’ on would’ve been like admittin’ I fucked up and wasn’t man enough to claim you. That look on your face when you saw her name on my phone on your birthday? That shit haunted me, Rae. The resignation and disappointment. Like you realized I’d fuck you over like everybody else in your life. And I didn’t wanna be like everyone else in your life. Thought I could handle it on my own and then shit just got outta control and then it felt like I was too far down the road to do anything else.”

“I would’ve been disappointed and pissed off. But you still would’ve been you, Michael. Mistakes and idiotic decisions don’t change who you are at the core and I know who you are. I just wish you would’ve trusted that too. I don’t need you to be my superhero, Michael. To hide your flaws so you can swoop in and save me. I love that you want to fight for me but I also need you to see me as someone who can get in the ring and fight with you. You’re gonna fuck up and I’m gonna fuck up. And I’m willing to be in the trenches with you and fight through a lot of fuck ups, Michael, but you gotta give me a chance.”

“I can do that. But you should know that you didn’t make me feel like I need to be perfect. I just… wanna be for you. I like being your superhero? And I know that shit is selfish. But I liked being the person pulling you back up when you were drownin’ instead of weighin’ you down. I like being the person who gives you Paris, not the day we got back from Paris. I don’t wanna be the next person that fucks up with you, Rae. Or burdens you or forces you to twist yourself into knots to help them or blame yourself so you’ll throw yourself on the sword to save them. I don’t want you to do that for anyone anymore, least of all me.”

Raven chose to lean into the silence that followed his words. She could almost feel the wounds starting to stitch themselves together as they talked. And not just their recent ones. In him, she found that some of her oldest and most painful wounds starting to ache just a bit less.

She straddled his hips, her fingers gripping his beard gently to force his gaze gently toward her.

“You are… you’re not like anyone else in my life. I love that you care so much about protecting me and ensuring I’m feeling something different with you, that I’m happy and whole. I love you for that. But… you can’t protect me from me. I don’t sacrifice myself for the people I love because I enjoy playing the martyr. It’s shitty and part of me only did it cause I thought it would win me their love. I know that’s unhealthy and I’m gonna work on it. But a bigger part of me does it because I do think that’s part of loving someone. And my heart just won’t let me do anything different. So yea, I would’ve happily thrown myself on the same grenade for you if that was what you needed, even knowing the consequences. And honestly… you would’ve been the first person in my life who actually made that sacrifice worth it. But it was my choice to make, not yours. And you don’t save me by taking that choice away.”

“I didn’t think about it that way and I’m truly sorry. I still got my blind spots but I’ll work on that. And we’ll work on this. And I know this don’t fix everythin’ and I gotta earn your trust back. I was wrong and you have every right to be pissed at me for as long as you want. I deserve it and will apologize every day for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes.”

The smile she tossed his way was small but filled with understanding and empathy he didn’t feel he deserved, causing his eyes to fall to his lap in shame. One day in the distant future, he would forgive himself for the highway of destruction he caused because of one heartbreak. He put on an armor so unrecognizable that he lost sight of where it ended and he started. And though he was grateful to have mostly chipped away at that tin man encompassing him, he couldn’t chip away at his own guilt that quickly.

“The rest of our lives feels dramatic but I appreciate the dedication,” she muttered with a very miniscule teasing grin. “I accept your apology and I believe you. I’m still… pissed, not gonna lie. But… I’m more in love with you than I’ve ever been. So I’m not going anywhere. We’re good. Honestly, in hindsight, I’m kinda glad this happened.”

Her hands rested on his chest as she laughed at the skeptical eye roll that graced his features. He didn’t believe her one bit.

“I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. And believe me, if you’d asked me six weeks ago, I wouldn’t’ve believed I’d ever say that. You and your blackmailing friend definitely made it 100x times harder than it needed to be. Shit was awful. But now, we get a fresh start… We can build on something stronger than lies and fantasies. And it was the wake up call I think we both needed. You to stop acting like an ass,” she teased with a smile. “And for me to stop punishing myself for other people’s shitty choices. And we both seem better for it? We’re stronger… lighter… happier than we were. So something good came out of this for both of us.”

Michael was routinely in awe of the woman in front of him and grateful that he had the opportunity to love her. It was more than he deserved, to be with someone who embodied pure joy and light always.

Raven felt the heavy weight that had been bearing on her chest lift, a sense of peace settling over her. There was still work to be done but this one conversation cleared the debris of the storm and gave them a path forward to rebuild.

“So Tasha is?”

“Cut off and completely out of our lives.” He reached over to his bedside table and snagged his charging phone, immediately handing it to her. “Feel free to check anytime you want. She’s blocked and we haven’t talked since before she showed up here.”

Her fingers gripped the phone, turning it over in her hands before sitting it down beside him. That wasn’t trust either.

“No, I’m good. I… believe you. Well, I’m gonna work to believe you the right way without snooping and all that shit. Just no matter how bad it gets, no more secrets please?”

“No more secrets. I love you. Ain’t lettin’ you go again, I promise.”

Raven nodded and let out a deep sigh, relieved that they had started to mend what fractured between them. This was their fresh start, as individuals and as a couple, and Raven could already tell it was going to be everything she dreamed of.

“Can I ask you something now?”

“Seems only fair. Shoot.”

“Not gonna lie, I was fuckin’ shocked that you came back. Even more shocked you wanted to go to the show. Not complain’ one bit but I gotta know - what changed your mind?”

Raven’s lips curled into a soft smile, one filled with both happiness and the sorrow of grief.

“Yea I surprised myself. But my mom gave me the push I needed.”

Michael’s hand, which had been gently rubbing her thigh, gripped it slightly in surprise.

“Wait… What? What do you mean?”

“Yea it sounds insane. But I went back to Charlotte, thought it'd help me figure my shit out if I went home. And it did but just not how I expected? I found some of my grandma’s old things up in our attic and I found this stack of letters to Kiara and I from our mom.”

Raven leapt off her bed and went to her suitcase, which Allen had dropped off sometime between her flight and their drunken stumbling back into Michael’s house after partying. She rummaged through it until she found the letters, neatly folded back in their envelopes and in order. She grabbed the open ones off the top, the ones she had read over and over again, slightly blotchy and stained with her tears as she read the words of the woman who shaped her life but she had never met.

She returned to the bed, Michael pulling her close into his arms, an action Raven greatly appreciated. Reading those words had healed so many wounds but ripped the biggest one right open: living without her mom.

“She wrote these... There are a bunch more, these are just the ones I could open. One for every major milestone in my life. But fuck, she…” Raven let out a sigh that cued Michael into the profoundly heartbreaking, beautiful discovery this was. “She was fuckin’ awesome. I always thought my grandma was exaggerating when she said we were the same person. But she was right. She was so smart, funny, and she loved so loudly. You would’ve adored her. And I sat for an hour or more just reading her words over and over again and I… It hit me that she just wanted so much more for me. And she wouldn’t have wanted me to deny myself something this good.”

Raven pulled out the letter her mother wrote about love and held it to him. “But I came back because of this one. You should read it.”

“What was the milestone?” his hands grasped it but didn’t open it.

“For when I fell in love. And every word she used to describe what she hoped that love felt like, all I could think about was you. And I couldn’t deny that you were it for me anymore. And that maybe you weren’t lying when you said I was it for you too.”

“I wasn’t. So you came back?”

“So I came home. For the first time in my life.”

“I love you, Rae.”

“I love you more.”

“Read it to me?”

Raven smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips before sliding down to rest on his chest, excited to introduce the love of her life to her mom.

***

One Month Later

“How was your meeting with Angelica?” Michael asked as the waiter sat their third course in front of them.

“It was good. She’s happy with the progress since we changed the deadline. She told me to take my time and make sure it is what I want since this is like my redebut. But not too much time, whatever that means,” Raven laughed. “It’s good though. I’ll get it do-” Raven paused to cover her mouth and turned to yawn briefly. “Done. Sorry.”

“I know you will. But maybe not by staying up till 4 am?” Michael joked, referencing Raven’s very late night tapping away in bed, which now led to constant yawning and low eyes even throughout their date night.

He had offered to cancel it but these nights were a sacred, albeit new, tradition for the pair. The last month was spent figuring out what their new normal was. It was an adjustment for them both, learning how to truly integrate a real relationship into their hyper-independent lives. But they were settling into their rhythm together.

Without the debilitating weight of holding her world up on shaky hands, Raven found that writing her book was not the uphill battle it once was. Her story was nowhere near finished or even what she had once hoped it would be. But similar to her own life, it finally felt like her again. And for the first time in a while, the forgotten characters on her computer no longer felt like a reminder that everything in her life went wrong. She no longer felt as if this great story was wasted on a woman who’d never be able to do it justice.

No, they were a reminder that everything does happen exactly how it’s supposed to and that the harder road often leads to the most beautiful outcomes.

“I know, I know. Sorry for keeping you up.” She slid her hand into his.

“Ain’t worried bout me, princess. Can’t keep that mind turnin’ if you don’t sleep.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’ve just always been a night owl. Wrote my best stuff at night way back when… it helped…”

“Avoid thinkin’ about your problems?

“That transparent, huh?”

“Just with me,” he winked at her. “Nah, I’ve done that shit too. During the day, there’s a million distractions. But at night, when it's just you and your thoughts and your demons? Shit gets heavy.”

She nodded. “Yep. And my fantasy world has always been a hella lot easier than… my real life.”

“Sure nothin’ else is keepin’ you up? Somethin’ makin’ you wanna escape real life?”

“No, not in that way anymore. My real life is pretty damn good at the moment. Wait, knock on wood,” she jokingly hit her knuckles against the table. “Fate’s proven I’m too unlucky to jinx it. But seriously, no it’s not a problem keeping me up… more like unfinished business? I dunno how to describe it. Just feel like there’s some shit I still can’t shake, not fully,” she mused, tilting her head before taking a sip of her cocktail. “Or I just need to sleep for another week,” she joked to restore their fun mood as Michael’s face turned contemplative.

Michael raised an eyebrow as he listened to her. “That what the list you got at home is about?”

At home…

Those two simple words distracted Raven for a split second from the annoyance of having her privacy invaded. However, she reserved judgement briefly, Michael never seemed like the snooping type.

At her surprised expression, he quickly amended, “I wasn’t tryin’ to spy on you. I was putting shit away and it was in the drawer, Tasha’s name on it. Curiosity got the better of me. I shouldn’t have looked at the whole thing.”

Raven shook her head, realizing she was being a bit silly. It was just not something she was expecting anyone to ask her about, especially him.

“It’s ok. I did leave it at your house-”

“Our house, baby,” he quietly corrected with his tone that held the perfect blend of dominance and gentleness.

Raven could not have stopped the dopey, lovesick grin that spread across her face if she tried. But she quickly schooled her expression.

“You know I still have an apartment,right? A whole lease?”

“As opposed to half a lease??” he joked.

She almost wanted to throw her napkin at him as he laughed.

“You’re not funny,” she chuckled, “You know what I mean! I still have an apartment with that whole lease you paid for.”

“Just hearin’ alot of semantics, baby girl. You were sayin’? Our house…” he gestured for her to continue.

Raven could only purse her lips for a second at his antics before laughing. She supposed she was simply clinging onto semantics. She had only spent one weekend at her own apartment in an entire month. She returned on occasion to write in her preferred set up or grab clothes. She tried to spend the night at her place earlier on, fearing she had overstayed her welcome at Michael’s after being up under him (literally and figuratively) for a week.

However, she tossed and turned pitifully without Michael’s warmth. Despite having done so for 99% of her life, her body seemed incapable of sleep without the weight of his arm on her hip as it curled around her to bring her to his chest, the soothing thumps of his heart against her back, the warmth of his hands and feet against her frigid skin.

She held her ground… that weekend. Because her pride would not let her crawl back to Michael’s as if she could not survive without him. However, she did stop putting up any real fight in the evenings when she said she was going to return to her own apartment. He only had to ask her once to stay before she would sigh, agreeing that it was too late to make the trek back to downtown and settle back in his arms.

While Michael seemed eager to hand over the mantle of queen of his castle to Raven, Raven held herself back from accepting it. Not because she did not want it, but because she did not know if she was ready. She had been on her own for her entire life. What did it look like to lean on someone else? Rely on someone else? She had no idea.

Hence her desperation to hold onto a crappy two bedroom apartment with a paid lease, find a new job and maintain some semblance of her life before she met Michael. Not because she did not want the life he offered but because what he offered went against every survival instinct ingrained in her body. All she had was herself to lean on and trust - that was all she knew for 30 years. It would take more than a few months to turn that instinct off.

“The house,” she responded with a jokingly defiant tone before continuing. “I wrote it late one night and just stuck it a book I had sitting there before falling asleep.”

“Wanna tell me about it? And why Tasha of all people is on it? I understood the kids from work and I didn’t recognize the other names on there. But Tasha? Thought we left her in the past?”

Michael typically understood Raven far more intimately than anyone else, how her brain processed things. But this one had him stumped for the last week since he stumbled on the scrap of notebook paper stuffed in the bedside table on her side of their bed. He would not have usually let a week go by before simply asking Raven about it. But after a month of being back together, he did fear that she still harbored resentment or pain about how he handled the Tasha debacle and was just not telling him. But that was not the relationship he wanted for them.

“She was… She is, in that way, don’t worry. I just… I was wondering a couple weeks ago where she landed after everything. Reached out to some of Helen's girls I was cool with and she’s struggling. Helen completely blacklisted her. And I just… I know what that’s like. Every door slamming in your face, the stress of it. So she was on my mind, is all. Was wondering if there was something I could do… And the kids…” she stopped herself and shook her head. “Yea, just stuff that’s been on my mind.”

Michael decided to focus on the Tasha piece and push the students to the back burner, for now. It remained the sorest subject related to everything that went down. He had tried to broach it on multiple fronts over the last month and she wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t offer him anything. Michael did not need to know the why to know that Raven was just punishing herself out of guilt or shame. And he just couldn’t allow that to go on for too much longer.

Instead he focused on the easier of her “unfinished business.” Business that was actually his fault. And he immediately knew what she was doing: trying to find a solution to a problem he created, an injustice he caused. He loved that quality about her but it was decidedly annoying when it was his wrongs she was hellbent on righting.

Why can’t she just hate her like I do? Like every woman would? Michael wondered to himself. But if she hated her, he supposed she wouldn’t be the woman he loved.

“Rae… Tasha made her bed, you got blacklisted cause a nigga assaulted you. Can’t compare that shit. And what I did to Tasha’s life is on me. Not you. Her problems ain’t your fault… or yours to fix anymore.”

“I’m not comparing. I know it’s different, believe me. I just know what it’s like to feel like there are no options. It’s scary as fuck and when people are depending on you? It’s just hard for me to know she’s going through that. I get why you had Helen fire her, why you shot back at her. I think you did what you had to at the time. So this isn’t a judgement. But we all made some mistakes that led to this and I think you’d agree that we all paid for them. We’re good, we’re happy. And regardless of what she did later, if Tasha hadn’t advocated for me on your birthday, we wouldn’t be here. I can’t forget that. Believe me, I wish I could. I don’t want our future to be built on destroying someone else’s. Even if that someone is a fucking blackmailer. That’s not what I want for us. I’m not fixing the world’s problems, just this one.”

Michael nodded.

“And then you hang up your cape?” He asked jokingly.

“Yes, then I will retire… for at least a week. Can’t guarantee much longer than that,” she winked at him.

“But nah seriously, I hear you. Don’t agree but your peace is more important than my pride so what do you need me to do?”

“Nothing. That is all stuff I gotta figure out, doors I want to close or repair on my own. Besides, I know you don’t care what happens to Tasha and that’s totally fair. She made her bed and I get you wanting her to lie in it. I just need to do something so I feel like our fresh start is truly that. And then life can give us new problems instead of rehashing our old ones.”

“I hear you. If you need me, you’ll tell me though.”

“Yes, sir.” She smiled at him before picking up her fork to attack the various shared plates the waiter had slid silently onto their table.

“So when all that’s done, what’s next?”

“Oh you know, just focus on my book I guess? Anddddd figure out a job. Our arrangement helped me save but I don’t want to rely on that for much longer. It’d be good to find something with flexibility or maybe remote? That might be better so we don’t have a library 2.0 situation should we find ourselves embroiled in scandal again,” she laughed. “I’d love to go back there honestly but I’m fairly certain I’m persona non grata. But I’ll figure something out… I’ve got to. It’ll be a year or two before I can support myself writing full time again.”

Michael smiled to himself, the joys of dating an extremely hyper independent woman. He did adore and love her hustle, it reminded him of himself and his friends earlier in their career. But he also knew intimately how exhausting that was. And that had been her life since she was 18.

He was under no false illusion that he could ever convince Raven to allow him to take care of her 100%. Even though the Lord knew he desperately wanted to. So she could finally rest, so her mind could be taken up with other things other than survival. But he knew a new relationship would not undo decades of an engrained trauma response. So he continued to try in small ways to lighten her load, take barriers away so she could move more freely.

But he could not help but wonder when, if ever, that might change. When she would trust that no matter what she needed or asked for, he would always show up and always do for her. He hoped… one day.

“I can always help you find somethin’ too if you want help. Not all on you anymore, baby girl.”

She reached across the table and squeezed his hand gently. “Thank you, baby.”

“What about us?”

“What do you mean? We’re dating and it’s going well?” She picked up her fork, a nervous energy settling over her as her own insecurities tried to seep through.

“It’s goin’ really well. That’s not what I meant. I just… tryin’ to see where your head's at? We haven’t had the traditional

journey n’ you’ve been through a lot. We’ve been through a lot. So just wanna figure out what pace you feel comfortable movin’ at? And selfishly… Gotta see when I can get a ring on that finger n’ change your last name.”

The shock of his words caused Raven to almost choke on the delicious piece of salmon she had just started to swallow.

“You can’t possibly want to marry me already.” She choked out after coughing for a few moments and sipping her wine to help clear her throat. She knew water was preferred but this conversation had taken a turn that required something far stronger than H2O. “We’ve been dating for a month.” She quickly added at his confused look, “The first time was a lie so it doesn’t count in the official record.”

“You may not believe it but that’s all I need. Rae… I would’ve married you in Paris. Hell, I’d run you to Vegas and marry you right here n’ now if you’d let me. You’re the piece of my life I’m most certain about. I’m certain I want to build a life with you, start a family with you. I know where my head is at… But I wanted to give us some time to settle back in this, start healin’ before I asked where yours was? N’ this ain’t to pressure you or force a discussion right now if you aren’t ready. I just wanted to start the conversation.”

“My head is still… a mess,” Raven admitted honestly. “Not about us or this. I know I want the same future with you. But with a hyphen because Raven Jordan is a terrible name,” she joked.

“Touche… Raven Turner-Jordan does have a better ring to it.”

“It really does. But before we can get there, I think we… I need more time. Between fake dating then real dating then breaking up and real dating again, I think we deserve some more time to just figure out what blending our lives as equals looks like? We’ve been all gas from the moment we met. I kinda like this? Just dating and building our foundation? Going with the natural pace of this. I do want to live together before marriage though… so we can get all the arguments about how you load the dishwasher out of the way.”

“The way I do it makes perfect sense.”

“Maybe to someone who has never seen a dishwasher in real life,” she snorted. “But seriously, I just… relationships are new for me. I’ve had like 1 in my life and it wasn’t serious. I’ve been independent and alone for most of my life. I have no idea what it’s like to… be in a real relationship, share the load and lean on someone. As much as I want to be your wife… that doesn’t mean I’m ready to be anyone’s wife. For so long, I’ve felt like I ruined every good thing that comes my way. And you’re the best thing that’s come my way in so long. I… I don’t want to mess this… or us up.”

Michael left his fork to settle on his plate for a moment, Raven scared for a brief moment that she had ruined their night. His usual smile was a bit crestfallen, though she could tell he tried to hide it.

“I’m sorry… that’s not what you wanted to hear, is it?” Raven’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Please tell me you aren’t, like, hiding a ring in your pocket right now? Oh my god… See?? I’m already ruining it. Fucking hopeless.”

Michael immediately let out a barking laugh.

“Deep breath. You ain’t gotta apologize for putting yourself first, Rae. I want to see you do that more, even with me. No ring hidin’ in my pocket, I swear. I asked cause I genuinely wanted to know, not to confirm what I wanted.”

“So you don’t mind us basically startin’ over? And taking our time?”

“My only plan is to love you for the rest of my life. A ring, piece of paper, where you live doesn’t change that shit for me. N’ when we’re both ready and it feels right, we build to the next step. I’m not making plans for us without you, Rae. This is our life together.”

“Our life. Our house. You certainly know how to make a girl feel wanted, Mr. Jordan.”

“I gotta make up for lost time,” he kissed the back of her hand and winked. “Now let’s hurry up so I can get you home and show you just how much I want you.”

Raven felt as if her brain forced the rest of the night into fast forward as they swiftly rejected the waiter’s dessert menu offerings and requested their check. Before she knew it, they were flying home in her new blacked-out Range Rover, a gift from Michael so she could get around without stealing Allen from him all the time.

He had originally searched for something sporty and chic, eye-catching and expensive. A more feminine take on his taste in cars. But he remembered that he wanted Raven to see this as hers and that she never cared to show off. She valued the understated, emphasized practicality. The Range Rover was perfectly her style, luxurious and elegant but never flashy. Raven balked at it at first, which did not surprise him. Despite his vocal desires to spoil her, he knew Raven still felt reluctant to accept it. Sometimes it seemed like she was leaning in but then something would always stop her. Which is why it was her car in every conceivable way but she still asked if she could “borrow” it.

He wanted to give her the world, shower her with every ounce of affection she deserved. And luxuries, ensuring she wanted for nothing and had the very best he could offer, was how he wanted to show her that. His hand gripped hers, bringing the back of her hand to his lips for a moment.

Raven watched Michael quietly as he drove them home, not quite understanding how a task as menial as driving made him look this sexy. The flex of his muscles, the weight of his hand on her thigh, the sweet glances and suggestive winks he threw at her every so often, his low voice rapping along to the song on his spotify. All small actions that were as thoughtless as breathing for him were her addiction.

She was a fiend and he was her fix but their home was too far, his concentration too focused on safety to pay her restlessness much attention. Or, more likely, she pondered, he sensed the buzzing in her body that caused her to fidget, the increasing tension in the car, her silent pleas for his chaste hand to move higher up her thigh. And he did nothing because he enjoyed it.

And as she squirmed in her seat, desperate to ease the growing ache between her legs, she decided she would demand his attention.

Two can play the teasing game.

Typically she would not be so brazen but the cover of night and minimal street lights gave her the perfect cover. Raven pulled enough slack in her seatbelt to give her some room to maneuver. She leaned over the console, her lips pressed into his cheek sweetly and innocently. He gave her no real reaction beyond his boyish grin, which she adored.

Her nails dragged down his chest as she started nibbling on his ear, lower and lower she went to her prize. She easily unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, his dick already straining against the fabric. But her fingertips lingered along the waistband of his briefs, grinning to herself as his breathing hitched slightly.

“You need somethin’, Princess?” He forced out through gritted teeth.

“Nope. Got everything I need,” she whispered seductively in his ear as her hand wrapped around him, her hand stroking him.

Fuck… she feared her body would never tire of this. Of him. That she would always long for him, crave him every moment of her days. That couldn’t be productive, right?

She stroked him slowly, savoring the moans he clearly wanted to suppress but couldn’t.

“Don’t start shit you can’t finish, Rae.”

“I think we both know I won’t have any problem finishing.”

She released him briefly, only to lewdly spit on her hand to make it as sloppy as she could. She played with the pressure and pace, letting his increase in moans guide her instinctually. She didn’t let herself over think it. Just as he knew her, she knew him. And she knew exactly what buttons to press to get the reaction she desired. He was not the only one who knew how to work someone up.

“But fine. Your loss.”

She pulled her hand out of his pants as his home came into view, his moans turning into a guttural groan at the loss of his release.

Hand jobs usually were not enough for him but Rae was… different. Her taking control made him want to nut even before she touched him.

Raven winked at him before starting to get out of the car to walk toward the garage entrance to their home.

Normally, he would have gotten out first to open the door for her. However, today, he was paralyzed with shock for a singular second before his brain was too focused on plotting mind-numbing revenge than moving. And oh this particular revenge would be sweet. Because he knew she had done that to bring out a particular beast, one he had held back since they got back together. Practically, it was difficult to feel comfortable hanging your girlfriend naked from the ceiling with your parents sleeping down the hall.

Which is why getting he and Raven’s new penthouse downtown setup was at the top of his to-do list. The only saving grace tonight was that the clock had already struck midnight, any potential human interruptions already fast asleep.

As he started to get out of the car, he muttered. “Ain’t gon’ be talkin’ all that shit when I get my hands on you.”

Raven paused, deciding one last push would ensure the rough and passionate night she desired took place. Her heels were clutched in her hand instead of on her throbbing feet. She leaned against the door as she turned to watch him walk toward her.

Once she felt he was close enough to still give her a head start, she said, “Not if you can’t catch me,” before pushing open the door and taking off into a full sprint. She could hear the growl that escaped him as she ran around his downstairs, giggling quietly as he chased her.

They both knew it would end in her capture. After all, a predator doesn’t typically stop until it has caught its prey. And she couldn’t win against Michael, nor did she want to. In this particular game, losing promised the untold pleasure, pain, and all the ecstasy Michael unlocked in between.

A perfect harmony that Raven’s body craved since being back in his presence. They made love, they savored each other. It was healing and loving… everything she needed. But tonight was a reminder that she also needed this: his dominance, his power, his ability to know her intimately and fulfill her every need and desire. She wanted this - the sweet surrender to the person she trusted more than anyone else in this world.

They did a couple rounds through his kitchen and dining room, Michael getting close before backing off to let Raven escape. He knew she was working him up and he enjoyed letting her have her fun pushing his buttons. She was in rare form, teasing and daring and it just made him want her more.

She made a dash for it into the basement, the one soundproof portion of his house. And the only spot with no exits but plenty of places to hide.

“Ain’t your smartest move, princess. I’m gonna find you.” He called out after shutting and locking the basement behind him. “I think you’re ready to get caught? Ready for daddy to take over n’ give you what you need?”

Raven knew her heartbeat only mimicked a roaring thunder in her own ears but with only Michael’s voice and soft footsteps filling his cavernous basement, it was all she could focus on. She would have laughed at the absurdity as she hid from her boyfriend behind his bar. But then that would give her hiding place away.

Admittedly, her spot was fairly obvious but she didn’t care to wait for Michael to actually search his giant ass basement. She was firmly set on a one track mind: getting her man utterly feral for her. Logic stopped mattering as soon as she started this game.

Michael kicked his shoes off, his footsteps near silent as he walked on the carpet. He stood there for a moment in the silence before he glanced over at the bar, hearing soft movement from that direction. And that was his answer. His prey was ready to surrender. All he had to do was claim his prize.

“Baby girl… If you come out, I’ll go easy on you. But if I gotta find you first?” The whistle he let out sent chills down her spine. “You not gon’ sit for a week, promise you that.”

Raven didn’t move. She knew he meant that threat but in her eyes, it only promised her the best night of her life. She just waited, almost legitimately frightened when he jumped out from the other side of the bar. She could’ve cum right there at the Killmonger-esque evil grin on his face as he took her in. Her favorite apex predator indeed.

“Thought you could hide from daddy, huh? Thought you could escape? Guess I gotta remind you… I own that ass.”

Raven’s body became as light as a rag doll as he pulled her from the floor and tossed her over his shoulder in one fluid motion. She pitifully fought against her capture, her fists barely hitting his back as she squirmed to escape him. But with his tight hold on her waist, no amount of movement would free her. Her dress bunched around her waist, exposing her thighs and ass to the frigid air conditioning.

“Let me go!”

“Nah princess. You asked for this shit. You wanted this shit. Now take it.”

One reverberating crack against her ass silenced and stilled her, her flower dripping at what she knew was next.

A trip to paradise.

He tossed her body onto the massive sectional in his entertainment room, towering over her as he surveyed his prize.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. But you’ve been a bad girl, baby.”

He slid his belt off, his slacks hanging open as he made a popping noise with the leather that caused Raven to jump slightly.

It was too early to concede, too early to beg. But fuck, she was barely holding on.

“I should take this and wear that ass out. Butttt judging by the look on your face, I think you’d like it too much.”

He grabbed her ankle, dragging her body gently down the chaise toward him. The look in his eyes made Raven want to shrivel up beneath him. How could he look at her with such lust and desire and such love?

She pushed herself up to meet his lips, his hand gripping her chin as he kissed her. Sloppy, frenzied. He was utterly in control of her but not of himself. Raven shivered with delight. These were the moments she craved the most: when he lost himself in her.

His lips traveled to her neck, sucking on her soft skin, before he whispered, “Since you teased me, think I’ll return the favor?”

A challenge. Raven raised a playful eyebrow before laying down. Michael chuckled and nodded to himself.

“You got five seconds to get that shit off or I rip it off,” he warned.

Raven knew the timer was arbitrary but she still moved with haste, tossing her dress somewhere in the dark abyss of the room.

He could see the shyness in her eyes as he stood over her, simply savoring the vision beneath him for a few moments. But how could he look away? In this moment, he was in control but she had every ounce of the power. She flooded all of his senses with love and lust and need and trust, and he was able to lose himself for a while.

He could feel her anticipation as if it prickled the air, it made him want to move, appease. But he forced himself to just stare. Stare at the unspoken pleas dancing in her eyes, the playful defiance in her eyes that told him this would be fun for both of them. Stare at every soft curve as her body squirmed for relief. Stare at the rise and fall of her breasts as her desire reached inconceivable levels.

He dropped to his knees, eye level with her core. She had already made a mess of her inner thighs, Michael lewdly licking his lips as he studied his dessert. She was beautiful, exquisite in fact. Her body wept for him and his touch, her hips thrusting uncontrollably into the air as an unspoken demand to appease her.

“Such a slut. Humping the air like a dirty whore. You want daddy to make you feel better, don’t you?”

Raven offered him nothing, her eyes filled with that defiance that told him she would not give in so easily. She wanted this, the Michael she loved that forced obedience from the depths of her soul.

“Been goin’ too soft on you lately, huh princess?”

She chewed on her lip as he nipped at her inner thigh to stop the pleas, she had not worked him up to give in this quickly or that easily. No, she wanted, needed, him to ruin her. To remind her who he was to her. Not just her boyfriend or the love of her life. He was her master. And she had gone too long without the reminder.

“Didn’t think I could spoil a good girl too much but maybe you can. I shower you with love n affection n this is the shit you do? Tease me? Make me chase down what’s mine? It’s easy for brats to get impatient, forget their place… start thinkin’ they run shit. But Imma make sure you remember, princess.”

He leaned in, his hot breath tickling her sensitive bud as he hovered there, his hands gripping her hips to force her into the couch cushions.

“One rule. You don’t cum without my permission, understand?”

Well, fuck.

She knew it was coming but holding for his permission was Raven’s definition of the worst form of torture. Raven instinctively let out a groan, Michael gently slapping her inner thigh.

“Do you fuckin’ understand?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Ain’t got restraints down here so I’ll say this once, run ‘n I’ll light that ass up.”

And with that lethal warning, he dove in like an animal. His arms wrapped under her thighs, anchoring her to the couch and ensuring she could not move even if she wanted to.

Her arm flailed for a moment in search of one of the couch’s throw pillows to muffle her moans as he feasted on her like a starving man.

“Put that shit down.” Raven almost cursed him as her fingers released the pillow. “You wanted this shit. Lay there ‘n take it.”

Raven’s eyes only saw the back of her skull as he slipped two fingers inside her, setting a punishing pace against her g-spot. Her hips rolled instinctively to match his thrusts. Her body demanded more, sought more.

“Fuck… feels so good,” she moaned, all earlier grievances foolishly forgotten as pleasure took over every brain cell. She was chasing that sweet high. And she was so close…

“You know you gotta ask daddy if you wanna cum.” He slapped the outside of her thigh to capture her attention.

FUCK.

“Daddy, please?? she asked with sweet doe eyes she knew would not sway him. She knew the answer before she said it. No. Even as her hips bucked wildly, chasing his pleasure, she knew he would make her wait until she couldn’t any longer.

“Nah… don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

And he just stopped. His fingers pulled out of her as he sat up, leaving her empty and aching as he licked his lips with a grin. Her body felt utterly short-changed and needy. The frustration in Raven’s cry was real, despite the reality that she wanted this. And she did. When he finally did let her cum, it would be earth shattering. He would literally send her to another plane of existence. But the build up? How many times he would push her to sweet oblivion’s edge and painfully steal it away? That was the torture and she had never pushed him like tonight.

“Yea you knew I wasn’t gonna let you cum that easy.” He took his time, allowing her to suck her own juices off his fingers before he eased them inside her again.

Raven felt herself rocking against his hand without conscious thought or direction before he could even move it himself.

“Such a perfect whore for me. You wanna cum so bad, you’re fuckin’ yourself on my fingers. Daddy’s perfect slut.”

Even as he tried to restrain her, her body had a mind of its own. She couldn’t stop herself. Every cell in her body was zeroed in and focused on one outcome: cumming.

“Daddyyy…” she cried out. “P-Please… I n-need more.”

Michael added another finger, her screams reaching a fever pitch in a minor of seconds as he fucked her with his fingers. He could tell she was too lost in it to ask for permission but he knew she was close. Every sign was there as she clenched around his fingers. So he ripped his hand away at the last second.

“Fuck!” A strangled cry escaping her lips.

“I know you were about to cum without permission. I should punish you for that,” he whispered in her ear, his hands soothing her tingling body to bring her back down to start over. She whimpered beneath his touch, everything starting to become too sensitive, too overstimulated. “But we’ll save that for another time.”

He waited until she settled once again before leaning over her, deciding he wanted a taste.

“This really is my favorite meal… really could do this shit for hours ‘n hours,” he mused. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, baby?”

“Y-Yes, sir,” she whimpered as his tongue caressed the paradise between the flowers.

“I know you would.”

Flames seemed to dance along Raven’s body as he consumed her. Deliciously perfect, addictively painful, and utterly mind-numbing. And there was nothing she could do but surrender as he took his time, experimenting with every technique time and age had taught him. Before she met Michael, she never understood when people said men who like giving head were dangerous. But she knew that all too well. Michael literally could do this all night.

Raven lost track of me as he took her on a thrilling rollercoaster ride of peaks before plummeting her down with no release. After the fifth time, the longest he had ever edged her, Raven was an incoherent mess.

All that teasing fight was gone. She needed him, needed to cum, about as much as she needed the air circulating around them to breathe. She had no desire to safe word yet, though Michael could tell he was reaching her body’s limits.

“I-I can’t take it, let me cum. Daddy, please! Let me cum!” she cried out, tears starting to fall as her body pushed to the brink of pleasure too quickly. “I-I’ll do anything! It’s t-too much.”

He slowed his fingers, keeping her teetering on the edge. Raven gasped, her breaths escaping in stoic pants, the words to beg not even forming any longer.

“What’s that, baby girl? You wanna cum? You gotta beg for it. Beg daddy to finger fuck you till you squirt all over my hand like a whore.”

She would if she could talk. But that ship sailed two stolen orgasms ago, she wanted to scream. She instinctively shied away as he started to increase the pressure again, her body scrambling to escape him.

“What the fuck I your ass bout runnin’?” he demanded, Raven almost in tears as he abandoned his task to roughly flip her over.

This was torture. The sweetest torture but torture nonetheless. She squealed as he rained down a rapid succession of bruising hits to her ass.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried out, her brain officially scrambled from the aching need to cum combined with the throbbing sting on her ass.

“Who’s in charge here??” He wrapped a hand around her long hair and forced her body to his, flush against his chest. “Who owns this pussy??” He demanded as his finger returned to her clit with just enough pressure to force her orgasm to build back immediately.

“You do… you do!” She cried. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good!” She writhed against his hold, desperate for more and less simultaneously.

“Sorry for what??”

“T-teasing! B-Being a bad girl. I-I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, j-just let me cum. Please!”

He roughly bit her neck before increasing the pressure against her overly-sensitive bud. “Cum as hard as you want. You earned it, princess.”

Raven gasped as her body let go of all restraint, allowing pure pleasure to crash over her in waves with his expressed permission. She went rigid against his chest as she felt everything in her explode, every pleasure sensor overloaded and surging to a level she had not believed humanly possible. He sent her tumbling into an abyss of pure bliss and ecstasy.

Michael’s hands gently held her as she came, squirting all over the velvet cushion beneath her. Michael found himself feeling a bit of an ego boost as she went slack against his chest, his hands holding her weight.

“Rae?”

A soft whimper let him know she was well and satisfied but also that she was done in.

“Mighta miscalculated this one,” he whispered to himself with a chuckle as he gently laid her down on the sofa, his member still hard as a rock and demanding to be trapped in her warmth. But her needs always came first and right now, she needed to rest.

He grabbed a blanket that he kept nearby and draped it over the both of them, shifting her so she was laying on his chest.

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his chest before settling against him again.

“If you missed our games, you just had to ask, baby.”

She chuckled. “I know but my way was more fun. I just… like it when you lose control with me.”

“I do too. Think we both needed it.”

“Yea we did… been a minute.” She let out a deep yawn. “Just give me a minute and we can keep going.”

“Take your time, Rae. We pushed it a little today. I got carried away.”

“Which was exactly what I wanted and still want. Besides, I earned a taste, baby.” Her voice was filled with a plea as if he were depriving her as she wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick.

Fuck this girl. She would be the death of him.

“Can’t have you tappin’ out on me when I get goin’. So rest your body for a bit. Got so much more I wanna do to you, baby girl. Don’t worry.”

Raven grinned at the menacing glint in his eye, which let her know the night had really only just begun. But he was also right that she needed to take a breather. Her body was still abuzz, the embers of the fire he created still very much aflame as her body tried to come down from the highest of highs. She acquiesced, sliding back into his arms. Michael grinned to himself as she settled deeper into his side, a soft sigh escaping her lips once she was comfortable in his warmth.

“Fine… one hour but then I want my taste.”

Michael laughed and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Deal.”

***

Michael grinned as he stood in the doorway to his suite, expecting to find Raven up writing in bed. But nope, she was curled up, dead to the world asleep with her head buried in his pillow. Her computer was discarded on the bed beside her.

He pressed a few soft kisses to her head, his hand stroking her hair. It was still in giant movie star curls since the brunch they went to earlier that day with the cast of the movie he was going to film soon. He instantly felt bad, wishing he had come home early with her to take care of her. She made it halfway through brunch before she started to feel sick. And after a few bites of food and 20 minutes hiding in the bathroom terrified she would throw up at Ryan Coogler’s gorgeous home, she had to leave early.

But given that she pulled Michael away from Ryan’s last get together, she insisted he stay to spend time with his coworkers and friends. She had not even taken off her makeup, she just threw her dress off and put on his t-shirt before laying down.

“Hey babe,” she whispered, smiling at him as she rubbed her eyes.

“Hey princess. Feelin’ better?” He pressed the back of his hand to her face.

“Eh… I think I’m getting the flu or something. Sorry for abandoning you earlier.”

Michael waved his hand. “I told you that man throws an event every damn week. I appreciate you sticking it out as long as you did. Were you feelin’ sick before we left?”

Silence.

“Rae…”

“Lecturing a sick person is cruel, baby,” she moaned pitifully.

“We could’ve stayed here. I don’t want you sufferin’ on my account.”

“I know but I can’t have you missing every event on my account. And you missed Ryan’s last thing cause of me. This was important. I’m fine. I’m sure it’s just the start of the flu. Lord knows I’m overdue for it. Probs why I feel so pitiful.”

“My poor baby. Go back to sleep so you can get some rest. Anything I can get you?”

“No, I’m okay.” Her hand felt around the bed, clearly searching for where she discarded her cell phone.

“Here it is,” Michael found it half under her computer, the screen brightening as he picked it up.

2 missed calls and several texts from Melody.

He watched as Raven’s eyes clouded with shame as she took in the notifications herself before clearing them and tossing the phone back onto the duvet. Her head gently thudded against his headboard as she closed her eyes for a few moments.

Raven could never bring herself to do it but she wished she could block the woman. Not because she did not adore the blossoming friendship between them. But because she was praying a week would pass without a flurry of texts and calls asking her when she would come visit - or even just call - her former students. And try as she might, Raven could not force herself to answer.

They were the final thing on her list, the one thing she continued to avoid post prostitution-fake-girlfriend-gate. She, by an act of God, had convinced Helen to remove the black stain on Tasha’s record and she was gainfully employed yet again. Whether she knew it was Raven’s doing or not, did not matter to Raven one bit. She did her part, everyone was okay again and she was at peace. She never needed to hear Tasha’s name again.

And aside from the occasional remarks under photos of them, the internet and world didn’t seem to care anymore, further proof that people’s memories were shorter than Raven believed. She and Michael seemed to be most people’s favorite couple again, even more so now. Their scandal transformed them into a real life crossover between “Pretty Woman and Cinderella.” They were relatable and interesting, a fairytale most women could root for. It seemed silly to Raven but she would certainly take this over the hoards of people calling her a whore all day.

But in Raven’s small real world, this was one group that she still could not face.

“You not gonna respond?”

“Nope.”

Michael paused, her abrupt answer taking him by surprise.

“Thought you and Melody were cool?”

“We are. I just don’t want to talk to her.” Her answer continued to be clipped and short, a clear but rare sign that she was not interested in being interrogated by him or anyone else.

But Michael did not need her to answer to know why she was systematically screening Melody’s calls and texts. Ever since Raven stepped back in the public eye, Melody called her multiple times a week without fail with one purpose. To convince her to return to the book club, or at least visit them. And every time Raven ignored her, and when she couldn’t, she made up a lame (her words) excuse to avoid going.

“You don’t wanna talk to her? Or do you not want to hear her ask you to come visit a book club and see the unfinished business you’ve been avoiding?”

“Don’t start, Michael. Chastising a person on their sick bed is also cruel.”

“Not chastising, I promise. I just… How is it that you can mend shit with Tasha but not them? I know you. The kids at the library are the one casualty of all that shit that you actually care about.”

These were the rarest moments when Michael’s observations and intuitiveness irked her. When she was not used to someone caring enough to push and poke at a thread until it unraveled. But Michael was always determined to do just that. He meant well and Raven adored that he cared so much. But sometimes, she wanted to avoid her problems and he would not let her.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong. I didn’t mend shit with Tasha. I’ll be happy to never talk to her or hear about her again. I did it so we could be done with her forever. So there’s nothing she can hold over you and us again. I did what was best for Tasha and us. Meanwhile, the kids are fine. Better without me, probably. Staying away is what’s best for them.” She nodded her head as if to convince Michael and herself that her words were true, that they didn’t aggravate a wound. “The world is filled with bad influences. They don’t need another.”

“But-”

“Michael… stop. I said no and that’s it.”

He raised his hand in surrender before rubbing her knee. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to upset you. I just think talkin’ to her would help. That’s all.”

“Thanks but I’m good. Summer’s right around the corner, the kids’ll forget about me before the new year rolls around. They are adaptable and I’m nobody important to them, not really. They’ll be just fine. And I’ve… I’ve made peace with that. Some unfinished business may just need to stay that way. So just let it go, please.”

But Michael could hear the tremble in her voice, the pain it took to voice those words that he knew had lived in her mind for months. And he knew that she did not believe a single word she said to him. She just wanted him to leave her be.

However, Raven should have known one cardinal rule about Michael. When Raven’s happiness was at stake, Michael did not know how to let anything go.

“Okay, I won’t bring it up again,” The silent for now was only to himself as he hatched a plan. “I’m gonna run and grab some medicine. Vegas is next weekend, need you at full strength for all I have planned.” He winked at her.

“I’ll be all better and ready for the big fight, I promise. Wouldn’t dare miss it. And you can’t miss it and I know if I’m still in this bed, you won’t go and then Alex will kill me and it's a whole thing.”

“Don’t give a damn about Alex or that fight,” he laughed. “Hell we might not even make it to the fight. Trying to get you on another pole and fuck you on every surface in our suite, baby girl.” At her raised eyebrow, he laughed. “Except a table, I know. Table ban is still in effect. Though it’s been a minute. We coulddddddd revisit that one?”

“That particular ban is in effect for life, unfortunately. But I would be amenable to revisiting our no food during sex ban on your birthday and Christmas.”

They had tried introducing sensual foods into their play. And while Michael quite enjoyed the act of licking whipped cream and chocolate off Raven like she was a sundae, Raven did not find much enjoyment in being his sundae. She found that the ache of suspension ropes was somehow far more enjoyable than the stickiness of being a human plate until she could get in the shower. While the pair had a ball exploring new kinks and new fantasies as they came up, they did not always hit it out of the park.

Thus the “Food only belongs in the kitchen” being added to their short list of hard limits.

“Deal.” He leaned over and kissed her. Raven yawned and settled back into his pillow. “Okay go back to sleep. Gonna work in my office and I’ll come check on you in a bit.”

She almost wanted to pout a bit, hoping that she would be able to cuddle up in his arms instead of with his pillow.

“Stay.”

“You know how I get when I’m preppin’, talkin’ to myself, workshoppin’ lines n shit. You should have some quiet.”

She laughed. “I think a bulldozer could come through here and I’d sleep through it. And I like watching you work.”

“You sure?”

She didn’t bother answering him with words, she just slid to her side of the bed, freeing up his so he could join her. He grabbed the notes and tablet he had discarded on his bed side earlier and quickly undressed before sliding in. She snuggled into his side before drifting off to sleep.

Michael worked diligently for about 30 minutes, waiting for Raven’s signature deep breaths and soft snores that signaled she was fast asleep. He had placed both their phones on the nightstand when he got in bed, he glanced over to her to ensure she was still asleep before grabbing hers.

He unlocked it quickly, thankful for their previous password swap. Neither of them really used it aside from picking up the phone or responding to a text while the other was occupied. But it would be useful for his purposes. He knew Raven would not be a fan of his meddling when she found out. But he just prayed that the outcome would outweigh how they got there. He was playing with fire but this time, it was purely selfless. He just wanted Raven to be happy, truly happy. And he knew this was the last barrier to get there.

He made quick work of copying Melody’s number into his phone before locking hers and returning it to its spot. He slid out of bed, Raven not even moving, and into his bathroom.

It rang for a few seconds before a voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is this Melody?”

“It is.”

“This is Michael, Raven’s boyfriend?”

“I was wondering when you’d intervene. Just the little I know about you, you seem like the type.”

Michael chuckled. “Yea I am that type.”

“Good. That’s what she needs.”

“You got a second?”

“If it gets Raven down here, I have all the time in the world.”

“Excellent…” And the pair talked for almost 30 minutes, Michael only peeking into the room to make sure Raven was still asleep.

“Okay, sounds good. I won’t tell the kids just in case. Club usually ends between 8 and 8:15? So have her there next week a little before 8?”

“I gotchu. Thanks… for bein’ a good friend to her.”

“She deserves it. See you Wednesday.”

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A/N: We BACK and the babes are better than ever! Healing, rest, love, moving forward, smut... Our loves are connecting in all the best ways. Michael's meddling - how yall think Raven's gonna react? That nigga never learns LOL

#black writers #michael b jordan #michael b jordan x oc #fic rec #fic: wicked fantasies

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Unexpected Treasure

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-hero au | married | aged to 26 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: when bakugo gets caught up in the office after his patrol, you decide to send him some spicy semi-nudes in your hero suit with one sentence - "bringing you a surprise, stay in your office." tags & warnings: 18+ MDNI | CW; Smut - sexting, masturbation, dirty talk, praise, biting/love marks, oral (f!receive), nipple play, rough-ish sex, creampie, talks of pregnancy | porn-with-plot, lovers (married), fluff & tooth-rotting fluff, soft bakugo, feel good/comfort a/n: happy valentine’s day! this idea popped in my head and i couldn't stop thinking about how stinkin' cute it would be, so here you go! after the smut is when the tooth-rotting fluff starts!! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,934꒱

[katsuki] gonna be late, sorry sweets. maybe another hour to get this stupid paperwork done

Damn, so much for a surprise dinner. You’ll just bring the surprise to him instead! You were too impatient to wait another hour to tell him about your day.

You slip into the bodysuit of your hero attire, shimmying into the neoprene and spandex as the material hugs your body like a glove. Usually you’d wear a set of tights underneath to cover your legs, but for this purpose, “forgot” them as they’d only end up getting in the way. You grab your phone from the coffee table, lying on the couch as you pose for a few shots of yourself.

Once you’re satisfied with the risqué pictures, you send the set over to your bombastic hero of a husband with one comment.

[y/n] * two pictures attached * [y/n] bringing you a surprise, stay in your office

You grab a bag with some spare clothes and throw on a long jacket to cover yourself as you head out the door. Before you have your shoes on, your phone dings three times.

[katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] shit baby [katsuki] bring your office key, i’m locking the damn door

A coy smile crosses your lips as you shut the door to your shared apartment and swiftly make your way over to Dynamight Agency downtown.

───

The sunset’s rays poured into Bakugo’s 4th floor office, bouncing off the walls and illuminating the paperwork he’s begrudgingly working on. When his phone vibrates, he quickly peeks at the notification for your response.

Imagine his shock when he opens the texts to see two half-naked photos of his wife on the living room couch of your home.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, examining both photos with curious eyes. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat and ears heating up as the blood rushed straight to his groin.

The first picture had your suit’s front zipper sitting flush against your ribcage, right under your breasts, as they squished together. He could tell the material was barely holding them in place, your nipples perking through the stretch of the fabric. Your face wasn’t completely visible, just the pout of your perfectly plump lips.

The second picture, though? He audibly grunted as he stared at the glass screen.

You sat on the edge of the couch as the bodysuit rode straight up your center, hands on your thighs as your legs are spread. The snaps on the underside of the suit were struggling to stay secured as it settled in between the flush of your lips, covering nothing but your clit.

Bakugo was so enamored with your body that he didn’t notice when he started fisting himself through his cargo pants.

God, how did he get so lucky to land a bombshell like you?

Without hesitation, he unbuckles the clasps of his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, reclining back in his chair as he ferociously gripped his dick. The heat of his palm edged him along as he kept his phone in the other hand, flipping back and forth between your two pictures with each stroke. All he could think about was how much he wanted to tear the snaps open on your crotch with his teeth and devour you, paint your luscious tits with hot cum, watch how your puffy lips wrap around his cock, and fuck you until you were screaming his name into the couch cushions.

The sound of the lock turning on his office door shook Bakugo out of his lust-ridden stupor as he rolled his chair to situate himself under the desk, hiding his erection from sight. You crack the door open, just enough to slip inside, and re-lock the door behind you. He’s panting as sweat rolls out from under his mask, crimson irises locked on to you like a predator spotting its prey.

Was he getting off to your pictures?

Fuck, that’s hot.

”Hey Kats,” you purr, stripping the coat from your shoulders and exposing your hero suit. You drop your bag by the door, along with the jacket, and saunter over to his desk.

“Looks like someone was enjoying himself.”

Bakugo scoffs, pushing his mask up on to his forehead and running a hand through his hair. “Guilty as charged. Can’t help it, you’re fuckin’ sexy.”

As you round the desk, you catch a full glimpse of his flushed cock, dribbling with pre-spend as it gleams against his flesh in the sunlight. You can feel the spandex of your suit getting moist as you bite your lip, yearning for his touch - the string in your belly already wound tightly over catching him in the act.

Bakugo springs up from his chair, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor as he’s grabbing your waist and shoving you up against the desk between his legs. He presses against your center with his hard on, feeling the damp spandex rub against his shaft. Leaning back, you accidentally knock over the stack of papers and sending them tumbling to the floor.

“Looks like someone was enjoying herself,” Bakugo teases mockingly, rocking back and forth against your clothed slit. “Fuck th’ paperwork, rather fuck this pretty cunt of yours instead.”

A soft gasp falls from your lips as he removes himself from your center, kneeling down and pulling your hips to edge of the desk. His breath is hot against your sticky thighs as he licks the wet spot on your spandex, sucking on your clit through the fabric. You roll your hips closer into his mouth, begging for him for more. He smirks, diving into your core and nipping at the buttons on your suit. He grips the fabric between his teeth and throws his head back, successfully ripping the bodysuit’s enclosure open. It springs upward to the bottom of your stomach and exposes your glistening sex on full display, arousal seeping from your folds.

“Mm, someone’s eager,” he coos, swiping a finger through your slick. He brings it to his lips, half-lidded rubies flicking up to you as he swirls his tongue around his own finger, collecting it all seductively.

“God, baby, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Fucking hell, Katsuki,” you moan, rolling your head back as your mind floods with pleasure.

Bakugo groans as he plunges into your soaking wet center, drinking up every drop of your juices as his tongue circles back and forth from your entrance to your clit. You twitch as a sinful mewl spills out of you, echoing through his office.

“Sh-shit, sorry,” you whimper as another groan is coaxed out of you.

“Fuckin’ scream if y’wanna, baby. Don’t hide those pretty little moans,” he hums in between laps of his tongue, vibrations of his husky voice sent straight into your core. His fingers trail up your body to your throat, tracing your jawline as he moves to your lips, pressing his fingers to them.

“Now be a good girl and open wide.”

You obey, taking his digits into your mouth and roll your tongue around his calloused finger pads.

The inferno blazing in your abdomen is becoming unbearable, rapidly approaching your limit. You didn’t even need foreplay, the thought - and sight - of him jerking off to your pictures was more than enough to catapult you to the edge.

You pull back and release his fingers, a string of drool connecting from your lips to his fingertips.

”N-ah-not to r-rush you, babe, b-but I don’t wanna finish on you’re face,” you say between gasps. “I n-need you to f-fuck me until this goddamn desk breaks. I w-ah-nna come ah-ll over your -”

Bakugo doesn't let you finish your request as he's springing to his feet and scooping his hands under your ass. He positions himself up against your entrance and shoves his cock to the hilt inside of you - full force.

"Anything for you, princess," he growls, enjoying the site of your bouncing tits spilling out of your bodysuit as he begins to thrust aggressively into your weeping cunt. His hands grip into the plush of your ass as he pushes and pulls over and over again, spreading you open.

The burn and stretch of him inside you makes you cry out in ecstasy. You’ll never grow tired of just how fucking good he feels, especially when he’s so deep that it feels like he’s rearranging your guts. It’s like he was destined to fuck you with how perfect the two of you meld together.

Bakugo takes one hand off your ass to harshly tug on the zipper between you two, releasing your breast from their clothed confinement. He immediately dips down while moving his hand to your back for support, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking with a rough pop of his lips. A frenzied moan escapes you, arching your back into his body, fueling a carnal desire within him as he continues to nip at your fragile skin, littering your chest with pricks of red in his wake.

You eagerly run your hands to the bottom of his tank top, tugging it up his chest and stopping on his pecs. The second your fingers roll over his harden buds, a guttural groan erupts from his throat. He lurches down, biting at your collarbone. You can feel his canines sink into your skin as you whine his name again and again, each one growing lustier with each snap of his hips.

"F-fuck, 'm not...g-uh," Bakugo stutters into the crook of your neck as he picks up the pace, his rhythm becoming haphazard as his thighs begin to tense.

"M-me too," you cry out, cupping his cheek in your hand to turn his eyes to you.

“I-I love you,” you whisper before biting at his bottom lip, sucking it harshly into a messy kiss as you beg for him to reciprocate.

He groans against your lips, crashing into you with his tongue and teeth, nibbling on your bottom lip in return. The lingering taste of your own cum swirls between your kiss as your body clenches, intoxicated by the intensity of your upcoming orgasm.

Bakugo breaks your kiss as his chest is heaving in sync with your own.

“I-fuck! I fucking love you,” he snarls in your ear. Your walls are clamping down all around his cock, the intense sensation too much for him to bare. He jerks a few more times as the both of you reach your peak, the wave of shared euphoria crashing down as you explosively release together. Heat floods into your center, a mix of your slick and his cum leaking down your thighs. Your body’s convulse in tandem, quivering from the recoil of your joint climax.

“Hell of a surprise, baby,” Bakugo whistles, catching his breath as he slides out of you and sits back in his office chair. He can’t help but stare at you as you soak in the afterglow of your orgasm. You were absolutely beautiful to him, especially splayed over his office desk stuffed full of his seed.

Good thing he had a corner office where no one bothered him if the door was closed. It was late, anyways, it was unlikely anyone was wandering around the agency at this hour.

You push off the desk and make your way over to your bag by the door. Rummaging around, you pull out a towel, a fresh pair of underwear, sweatpants and a Dynamight hoodie to change into. Bakugo notices and can’t help but cackle at how prepared you were as you change clothes and toss him the towel to clean himself up after you.

“I know you’re a through planner, babe, but damn.”

“Well, that wasn’t the surprise I was talking about,” you say mischievously.

He quirks an eyebrow at you as he fixes his shirt and scoots forward in his chair to finish putting his pants back on. “Oh?”

You strut over to him, straddling his lap and snaking your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place.

“I actually had a whole dinner and whatnot planned for tonight, but I couldn’t wait after you said you’d be caught up in the office.”

Bakugo’s confusion deepens at your comment, unsure of what it is you could be hinting at. He scrunches his brows together, tilting his head to the side.

“Sorry for gettin’ stuck here and messin’ up your plan. Now are y’gonna tell me what it is, or…?”

You’re mentally preparing yourself as you unlace one arm from around his neck and reach into the pocket of your sweatpants, trembling with excitement.

“Remember how I’ve complaining about how sore and achy I’ve been lately?”

“Yeah, y’had that blood test a few days ago. Did ya get that back today?” He asks, not following what that had to do with whatever surprise you had planned.

“I did,” you say as you hand him the folded piece of paper. “I found out why.”

Bakugo shifts the office chair closer to the desk, allowing you to lean back against the trim as he used his hands to unfold the paper. Your demeanor hints that you’re not sick or in bad health, so he’s not immediately worried. He’s scanning over the results until his eyes settle on one particular section.

“No fucking way, are you serious?!” He’s practically vibrating out of the chair beneath you.

You nod your head vigorously. “Mhm! Think Mitsuki saved your old All Might onesies?”

He snatches you by the waist as he jumps to his feet, cradling you as he spins ecstatically. You don’t recall a time, aside from your wedding, that you’ve seen him this overjoyed about anything. Setting you down on the desk, parting your legs to remain as close as possible to you. He cradles your face in his heated palms. The smile that adorns his lips is genuine, his eyes aflame with adoration.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, y/n.”

Bakugo locks his lips with yours, and the kiss isn’t sexual in nature. It’s full of love and endearment, a tenderness that makes your heart flutter and fills your body with bliss. When the two of you part, his eyes are glassy as he touches his forehead to yours.

“We’re finally gettin’ to start our family,” he whispers. “I’m gonna be a fuckin’ dad. Holy shit.”

Hearing him say it out loud makes you choke out the sob you’ve been withholding, beaming with happiness as your tears start to flow.

“Up for the challenge?” You tease playfully, sniveling and giggling as you pull him close for a hug.

“With you? Always.”

Bakugo takes a step back from your hold to delicately place a hand on your stomach, touching you as if you were made of porcelain.

“Do y’know how far along you are?”

“The doctor told me on the phone about 8 or 9 weeks. I thought my period was late from work stress all this time.”

“You’re definitely not workin’ after tonight!” Bakugo demands, his hands moving to your shoulders. “No way in hell you’re fighting with our baby taggin’ along in ya. I’m the boss ‘round here anyways, I’ll handle the stressful shit from now on.”

“Okay, hotshot. Calm down,” you joke, reaching up and ruffling his spiky locks. He sighs, shoulders slumping as the anxiety leaves his body.

“Now I feel kinda bad for railin’ you so hard against the desk,” he snickers, a blush creeping up his neck as he turns his head away from you.

“Oh, I don’t. How do you think I got pregnant in the first place?”

Embarrassment rushes straight to his cheeks, burning hot at your lewd comment. His reaction sends you into a fit of laughter, holding your stomach as you lay back on his desk.

“Better get used to not seeing me in that tight ass suit anymore, I bet it won’t even fit in a month’s time,” you exclaim, shaking your head at the thought.

Bakugo snorts. “Don’t matter if it fits or not, I’m gonna make ya wear it.”

You tilt your head toward him, smiling from ear to ear.

How’d you get so lucky? You’ll never know.

“So,” you exhale, sitting up on the desk. “Who do we tell first?”

He ponders your question and rolls his eyes at his own answer before speaking it aloud.

“Ma would kill me if her and pop weren’t first in line. Wanna stop by on the way home, get it outta the way?”

“Hah, alright. We can call my mom tomorrow and stop in. She should be back from her work trip by then.”

Another thought crosses your mind.

“Oh shit…do we tell Izuku or Kirishima first?”

Bakugo laughs out loud. “One step at a time, baby. ‘S a problem for tomorrow.”

Who would have thought this day would come? Two years of uncertainty and waiting has finally paid off, you couldn’t be more thrilled.

A memory flashes in your head from high school from a decade ago, walking into home room at UA High for the first time with Izuku as you spot Katsuki in the far row. You waved to him as he flipped you the bird, scowl painted on his face as he grumbled in his seat.

If someone would have told you that day he’s the one you’d date after graduation, marry and have a family with, you would have said they’re fucking insane.

And maybe it was insane, but you love every minute of it.

After this, I can imagine Bakugo deep diving into everything related to pregnancy - devouring every damn educational book, building the nursery three times before he's satisfied with its style and function, spoiling you endlessly with anything you ask for, and being extremely protective of you. :)

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