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justagalwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Lavender - Ch. 4

Trying to get back to normal after sleeping with your boss is easier said than done. A continuation of chapters 1-3, found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Length: 8.3k

Warnings: Mild violence (full fic is pretty smutty so Minors DNI). No use of Y/N.

“Ugh, I’m so jealous of how cute you always make your apartments,” your friend, Cassie, was splayed out like a starfish in the middle of your living room floor. “Why aren’t we roommates? I want a cute apartment.”

“You had a cute apartment,” you replied, stretched out on your couch, one leg dangling off the side of it. “When I helped you unpack it. And then you trashed it within a week. Which is why we’re not roommates.”

“I’d keep it clean if I had the right motivation,” she pouted. You smiled.

“No you wouldn’t. I’d keep it clean and you’d reap the benefits. Which is why we’re not roommates.”

“I hate that you’re right,�� she sighed. You laughed.

“But thank you for helping me settle in to this place,” you said, looking around your freshly unpacked living room, a pile of broken down boxes sitting by your front door. “It made it a lot easier, having an extra set of hands.”

It was true. After Joel and Tommy had left the day before, you’d basically just cried half the night, sitting on your couch and staring into space and trying to think about anything besides what you’d been doing the night before. When you went to bed, you told yourself you were getting up and unpacking in the morning. You had to keep going. Just because things hadn’t worked out with Joel didn’t mean you got to derail your life, even if that’s all you really felt like doing.

When Cassie called to see if you wanted help unpacking, you’d jumped on it. You didn’t have a ton of stuff but you had enough that it seemed a bit overwhelming to do on your own. She helped you get through every last box, setting knick-knacks out on the bookshelves and putting plates in cupboards and hanging dresses in your closet. Now, the job was done, the Janis Joplin album you’d been listening to past the end, a pleasant crackle the only thing coming from your newly-set up record player.

“Happy to do anything to put off studying for finals,” she sighed, her southern drawl thick. You snorted. “Haven’t actually been able to talk with you much lately, how was it living with the DILF?”

“Cass!” You gaped at her. She smirked. “Come on…”

“What!” She laughed. “I’ve only met him like twice but dude is hot. Like if he was in hell I’d buy a one way ticket hot.”

“You’re insane,” you groaned.

“And I can’t believe you haven’t made a move on him,” she said. “I mean, the set up could not be better. Or more porn-y. You’re the hot babysitter! All young and sexy hanging around his house all the time. All you’d probably have to do is drop one hint and he’d be all over you…”

“Turns out all I had to do was strip and get in his pool while tipsy,” you said before you could talk yourself out of it. Cassie sat up so fast it looked like she was on a spring.

“YOU WHAT?” She shrieked.

“Shhh!” You hissed, waving at her. “I just moved in, I’d rather my neighbors not hate me already…”

“You fucked the DILF?” She sat up on her knees and scooted across the floor until she was in your face.

“Can you call him something else, please?” You groaned.

“Did you fuck him?” She demanded. “I’ll call him that again if you don’t spill.”

“I… had sex with Joel,” you winced as you said it. She squealed, grabbing a pillow and smacking you with it. “Ow.”

“When?” She demanded. “How? How was it? What are you doing now? Details, woman!”

“Friday night?” You asked more than answered.

“Oh my God,” she got up, lifting your legs off the couch and putting them on the floor so she could sit next to you. You sighed and sat up, tucking yourself into the corner and clutching a pillow to your stomach, your legs curled beside you. “Wait, was that your first time? That was your first time, right?”

“Yeah,” you winced again. She grabbed the pillow and hit your legs with it again.

“Oh. My. God.” She smacked you with the pillow on each word and you groaned, burying your face in the pillow on your lap. “How’d it happen?”

You pulled your face from the pillow and sighed.

“I made him dinner,” you said. “Well, I made him and Sarah dinner but Sarah ended up at a friend’s house for a slumber party so it was just the two of us…”

“Sure, sure,” she nodded along. “You’re a great cook, not surprised that seduced him.”

“I wasn’t trying to seduce him,” you groaned. “I swear, I really wasn’t…”

“You’ve had a crush on the guy for more than a year,” she rolled her eyes. “It was at least subconscious seduction.”

“Either way,” you sighed. “I’d been cooking and it was warm and I asked if I could swim but I didn’t have a swim suit…”

“So you skinny dipped.”

“No!” You glared at her. “I… jumped in the pool in my underwear.”

“Girl!”

“It wasn’t even sexy underwear!” You replied. “But I did… take my dress off in front of him.”

“Oh my GOD you big slut!” Cassie was giddy. You groaned. “I love it, tell me more.”

“He seemed to like me taking my clothes off?” You more asked than said. You were still uncertain about that, just how much he’d actually liked it.

“Well duh,” she shrugged. “You’re a hot young thing, of course he liked it, he’s a guy.”

“I didn’t think he saw me that way,” your hold on the pillow tightened. “But I saw how he was looking at me… or I thought I did, anyway. So he got in the pool too, in his boxers…” She shrieked before covering her mouth and nodding you on. “ And then… one thing led to another.”

“So was it good?” She asked. You blushed and nodded. “OK, how good? Like, I know you don’t have much to compare it to but…”

“Cass,” you said earnestly. “It was… holy shit. It was so fucking good.”

“Did you…” she raised her eyebrows at you. You just frowned. She rolled her eyes. “Oh my God you’re such a virgin.”

“Not anymore,” you smirked a little. She glared at you.

“You know what I’m asking,” she said. “Did you finish? Or at least get close? It was your first time, you can’t really expect…”

“Oh, I finished,” you cut her off. She looked surprised.

“You seem awful certain of yourself there.”

“Because I finished a lot,” you said, smiling in spite of yourself. “And hard. So many times, Cass.”

She blinked in shock.

“How many times?” She asked. You thought for a second.

“Well, there was twice in the pool,” you said. “Then once in the shower and two more times in bed… I think that’s it.”

“How many times did you fuck him?” She demanded.

“Just twice!” You said, defensive.

“And he got you off five times.”

You just nodded.

“Holy shit,” she gaped at you. “I’d need to fuck Chad like 15 times to have five orgasms, and that’s just if he hits his average.”

You just shrugged, not really sure what else to say.

“That’s it,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Now that Chad and I are done, next guy I date is going to be a DILF. I’m not settling for anything less than multiple orgasms from day one.”

“I’m sorry about you and Chad,” you said. She waved you off.

“I’m not dating anyone who has friends like Jeremy,” she scoffed. “Fuck that guy. Fuck both those guys. Besides, now I’m free to find myself a DILF. Anyway, what are you guys going to do now? Have you talked about it?”

“We’re not doing anything about it,” you sighed. “I’m his daughter’s nanny and he said he has to do what’s best for her. Which he’s right, he does. And that’s not me.”

You tried to fight the tears that were welling up in you but you didn’t do a good job of it, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep from crying.

“Oh, sweetie,” Cassie’s voice softened, her typical bravado gone. She pulled you against her, running her hand down your back. “I’m so sorry.”

“I did it to myself,” you sniffed into her shoulder. “He’s a good dad, his daughter takes priority. I knew that, I knew this could happen….”

“Are you still going to work for him?” She asked, still holding you.

“Yeah,” you said. “At least, I sure hope so. I don’t have another way to pay rent this summer.”

She pulled back from you, a sad look on her face.

“Think you can handle that?” She asked. “Being around the guy you love and you lost your virginity to that often?”

“I never said I loved him,” you wiped your cheeks.

“Oh honey,” she smiled sadly. “C’mon. I’m not that dumb and I know you’re not that dumb.”

“I’ll just…” you shrugged. “I’ll deal with it. I don’t have another way to pay rent and I really don’t want to just leave Sarah like that. I’m an adult. When you do adult stuff sometimes you have to deal with adult consequences. Right?”

She just sighed.

“I’m sleeping over,” she said. Before you opened your mouth to protest, she cut you off. “No, I am. You need ice cream and you need liquor and I need… to have an excuse to not study for my chem final.” You laughed and she smiled. “It’ll be better tomorrow. Promise.”

She was right, it was a bit better the next day. The hollow ache in your chest was better when she was there. Cassie got bourbon and insisted that it didn’t really count as drinking it when you just poured it over ice cream. You ordered a pizza loaded with mushrooms and extra cheese and watched your favorite romantic comedies before eventually passing out on the floor of your living room, surrounded by the glow of TV static and empty wine bottles.

Finals felt particularly hard that year. You’d always been a good test taker and studying had never been a major hurdle for you, but every class felt like a slog as you fought to get through your last week of the semester. It was like your brain was somewhere else entirely. You could focus on the exam for a few minutes if you really forced yourself to, but the second your mind drifted even slightly, you were wondering what Joel was doing. What was he feeling? Was he missing you or had Friday night barely even registered for him?

Sometimes, when your heart and mind wanted to be especially cruel, your thoughts drifted to Friday night. Just how full you’d felt and how empty you felt now. How he’d carefully, expertly drawn pleasure from your body like it was an art form. The way you’d felt closer to him than you had to any other person. And then he’d cut you off cold. Hadn’t even called. Maybe it really hadn’t mattered to him. Which was fine. Or so you tried to convince yourself. Just because it had been special for you doesn’t mean it had to be special for him and that was OK. It’s not like you hadn’t enjoyed it. That’s all he’d really owed you, you supposed. A good time in bed. And he’d definitely delivered on that.

That’s what you decided the night before you were set to start looking after Sarah again. It had been two weeks since you’d last seen or heard from Joel. You weren’t sure what seeing him again would do to you. It wasn’t like you were some heartbroken little girl but you weren’t going to pretend like it wasn’t going to hurt. It definitely was. But, if you thought about it as a one night thing - just an exchange between two people who wanted to have some fun - that made it a bit better. Like you hadn’t been let down.

“You can do this,” you said to yourself as you stared up at the ceiling. “It’s just work. You’ve always had a crush on Joel. This isn’t any different than before. You’ll hardly see the guy. You can do this.”

Your resolve wavered a bit as you knocked on his front door the next morning. There was no response but you could hear voices inside. You glanced at your watch. 7:25 a.m. He’d need to leave for work in 20 minutes. You’d always just let yourself in the summer before… You tested the door. Unlocked.

“You can do this,” you said again, opening the front door.

“But I want to go!” Sarah was all but yelling at her father. “It’s not fair!”

“I don’t care if it’s fair or not,” Joel said back, sounding exasperated. “You’re not going, you’re too young…”

“But everyone’s going!” She whined.

You went further into the house, frowning as you fidgeted with the pendent around your neck.

“Don’t care if everyone in Austin is goin’ because you ain’t,” Joel’s accent was getting thicker. You half smiled. This fight had probably been going for a minute. You found them both in Sarah’s room, the girl standing defiantly with her arms crossed, staring her father down, Joel with his hands on his hips looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

“Where isn’t she going?” You asked, leaning against the doorway. Both of their heads whipped around to see you, Sarah’s face lighting up and Joel’s mouth just hanging open slightly.

“Maybe you can convince him,” Sarah said. “He actually LISTENS to you…”

“I’m not exactly a great parent convincer,” you scrunched your nose at her. “I just let you get away with more than he does so you think I am.”

Joel was still gaping at you.

“Sorry,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Door was open, I don’t think you heard me knock over the thermonuclear war happening in here so I just let myself in…”

“That’s fine,” he said quickly. “Just… How’ve you been?”

“Fine,” you shrugged. “Finals are over, so that’s nice.”

“Good,” he said, nodding. “That’s… I never did… Well I didn’t go to school so I don’t know shit about finals but probably good to have them done.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Biochem was rough but I got an A-.”

You just looked at each other for a moment.

“Where isn’t Sarah going?” You asked eventually.

“A pool party,” Sarah said. “There’s a boy at school…”

“And there it is,” Joel cut her off, turning his attention back to his daughter. “You’re not going, I can’t be there so you’re not going. You’re too young to be going and hanging out with some boy in your bathing suit…”

“It’s not like we’re going to be by ourselves, Dad!” She whined. “You’re being so lame!”

“Sarah,” he sighed.

“Joel?” You said. He turned his head to face you so fast it almost made you jump. “Can I talk to you? Just… 30 seconds.” You looked at Sarah. “No eavesdropping.”

You led the way to the living room, pulling Joel into the corner of the room furthest from Sarah’s bedroom door.

“Are you only opposed because she’d be going unsupervised?” You asked.

“Well, that and she’s too young for boy girl parties,” he muttered. “I thought I had another three years before I had to deal with this shit. Two at least.”

“Well yeah, she’s too young for THAT kind of boy girl party but she’s 10,” you shrugged. “I think you’re trying to make this more than it is. She’s got that one piece, right?”

“She’s gotten taller since last summer though…” he looked back towards her room.

“OK,” you shrugged. “I’ll take her shopping, find her something that she likes that you’ll sign off on and I’ll take her to the party and make sure all the boys behave themselves.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” he shook his head.

“You’re not,” you shrugged. “I’m offering. It’s going to be a party which means plenty of kids. She’ll probably feel very left out if she doesn’t get to go and all her friends are going to be talking about it all summer if they’re not all together again until the school year starts. You really want to deal with her being pissy at you that long? Because tween girls are a whole different animal, they can hold grudges like no other…”

“Fine,” he sighed. “But if she’s not a damn angel this whole week…”

“Sarah’s always an angel,” you smirked a bit at him.

“We both know that ain’t true,” he muttered and then sighed. “But she’s a good kid. A great kid. I should give her more credit, huh?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “You lucked out with that one, Miller.”

“I did,” he sighed again, before looking down at you. “Hey, um…”

“I’d rather not talk about it if that’s OK?” You said quickly. “Just go tell your kid that you’re the cool dad and then go to work, OK?”

His eyes searched yours for a moment.

“Yeah, OK.”

When Joel told Sarah she could go to the pool party, it was like a switch flipped. She flung her arms around her dad’s neck, leaping at him so he had to catch her. He smiled over her shoulder at you and you smiled back. It was so easy, making them both happy. You could do that.

When Joel left for work, things got easier. It was easy to pretend that the house was the same as it had always been - definitely hadn’t been fucked within an inch of your life in here, no sir. You fell into an easy rhythm with Sarah, walking down to the new playground they’d put in at the park down the road - this one had a really tall slide that the bigger kids were all about. Walking back for lunch. You went to the mall that day to shop for a swim suit instead of going to the library and you found a suit that Sarah loved (it was a two piece) that you thought Joel could tolerate (it was a tankini that covered everything but a sliver of skin between the top and the bottoms.) Joel got home a little after five and you all but ran out the door even as he tried to make awkward small talk with you.

It was odd, feeling accomplished about just surviving the day. But you’d seen Joel again and hadn’t even cried. Yet. You probably would later but you’d deal with that when the time came. You decided you’d earned a treat but your bank account balance was a bit dismal, so you stopped at your favorite coffee shop. Yes, it just so happened to be the one you’d met Joel at the first time, so what? You could do that. Just go there without thinking about him. Much.

You got yourself an iced lavender latte and at a small table at the back, tucking yourself into the corner of the bench side of it and pulling out your book. You’d purposely picked something that you’d have to focus on - “The Count of Monte Cristo” in the original French - so your mind wouldn’t wander to dangerous places. Like how Joel still smelled like sawdust.

“That final was a bitch, wasn’t it?”

You jumped a little, looking around for who spoke. There was a man in front of you, about your age, smiling with open eyes, leaning on the chair across from you.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, lowering the book.

“Biochem,” he said, giving you a sheepish half smile. “We weren’t in the same lab but we were in the same lecture hall. You always sat near the front, on the side of the room with the wonky projector? You always got to class earlier than me…”

“Oh,” you weren’t really sure what to say about that. You smiled anyway. “Yeah, that sounds like me. And yeah, that final… woof.”

“Right?” He took the seat across from you. “I thought I was toast. Heard a rumor you set the curve, though.”

“Seems like a vicious lie to me,” you smiled a little broader. “Couldn’t possibly have a reliable source for that…”

“Just the TA,” he winked. You put your book face down on the table, keeping your place. “Are you pre-med then?”

“Just bio,” you replied. “I’d love to do pre-med but I just can’t wrap my head around taking out enough student loans to become a doctor.”

“Damn,” he said. “And here I’d hoped we’d have more classes together.”

“Why would you hope for a thing like that?” You asked, smiling a bit bigger.

“The pre-med lecture halls look real boring after a while,” he leaned on the small table. “Course, maybe that’s a good thing. Fewer distractions.”

“I’m a distraction?” You asked, raising a brow at him.

“A nice one,” he nodded. “Because without you there, I usually set the curve.”

You chatted with him for a while longer. His name was Brad and he claimed to have been trying to work up the courage to talk to you all semester. He took running into you at the coffee shop to be a sign that he should actually say something to you. You didn’t fight him on the idea. He seemed… nice. He was flirting with you and it felt good, even if you weren’t especially interested in him.

“Are you free Friday?” He asked. “My roommate’s band is playing and I’ll be honest, I’d love to have someone suffer with me.”

“I mean, since you’re selling it so hard,” you teased. He laughed.

“They’re actually not bad,” he said. “I just don’t want to show up with the prettiest girl and have her run off with the lead guitarist. Also, my roommate’s the lead guitarist.”

“Oh, so the bassist is fine?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, that’d sting less,” he said. “Plus the bassist is kind of a dumbass and you’re smart so you’ll get bored quick. I’d still have a shot.”

“Well so long as the important things are settled,” you smiled. “Then yeah, I’d like to come.”

You exchanged information and you put his number in your book as a bookmark, gathering your things and heading home as the coffee shop closed.

“You need to dress like a slut.” Cassie was rifling through your closet Thursday night. You’d managed to avoid Joel for almost the entire week, saying only a handful of words to him since Monday. You practically tripped over yourself trying to get out the door when he came home, desperate to put some distance between you. He wasn’t exactly trying to stop you, either, seemingly happy to get you out of his hair as soon as humanly possible. You kept trying to think about Brad. He was nice. He was smart. He was definitely interested. He was even pretty cute. He just… wasn’t Joel.

“I’m not dressing like a slut,” you sighed, flat on your back on your bed, your head hanging over the side as you watched her go through your clothes.

“Want to borrow something from me?” She said, ignoring you. “You need something that says ‘hey Brad, I’m open for business.’”

“Do I?” You asked.

“Want to get over Joel?” She asked, cocking her head all the way to the side to try to meet your eyes. “Fuck Brad.”

“It’s a first date,” you said. “I’m not fucking Brad.”

“Fucked Joel without a first date,” she muttered.

“Hey!” You said, indignant. “That’s different. We’d known each other a while.”

“Well Brad’s been gazing longingly across a lecture hall at you for half a year,” she replied. “That almost counts.”

“I wish I could be more casual about sex…” you began but she interrupted you.

“The way you become more casual about sex is by having casual sex,” she said. “Sweetie, it’s not that big of a deal, I promise it’s not. At least think about it, something to get that man out of your system. You need it.”

You sighed, thinking for the millionth time about how good he’d felt sinking into your body. How close you felt to him when talking in the dark, his skin on yours.

“Yeah,” you signed, trying to imagine what it would be like to feel Brad’s lips on your skin. But he kept changing shape until it wasn’t Brad in your mind anymore. “I do need it.”

Friday was Sarah’s pool party, making it a pretty damn easy day for you at work. You brought a bottle of nail polish and you sat on the deck of the pool as you just watched Sarah and Lizzie play with Charlie - the boy that had Joel so worried, a red headed kid who looked like he was made of more freckles than anything else - and about a dozen other kids you didn’t know. You gave yourself a mani-pedi poolside, trying to keep from getting soaked by splashing kids.

“So are you Sarah’s step-mom?” A woman smiled stiffly down at you, a small pile of towels in her arms.

“Oh, no,” you laughed a little. “Just the nanny.”

“Oh!” She laughed back, her smile becoming a bit more genuine. She sat down next to you. “I’m Clare’s mom, she’s the one in the blue suit.” She pointed her daughter out. She was leaping into the water, blonde pigtails streaming out behind her.

“She seems like a fun kid,” you smiled before going back to your toes.

“She’s the best,” she said. You felt her watching you. “So you’re just the nanny then?”

“Last time I checked,” you said absently, cleaning up the stray polish on your big toe. “Why?”

“Oh, no big reason,” she laughed a little. “I’d just… well, I’d be lying if I said just about every single mom here hasn’t had her eye on Joel Miller.”

“Really?” You said, looking over at her.

“Oh heck yeah,” she laughed. “I mean, you’ve met him. Obviously. A man who looks that good, knows how to fix things around the house AND he’s a dedicated parent? My goodness.”

“Mr. Miller is pretty great,” you smiled tightly, going back to your polish. “Really nice boss. And Sarah’s a dream. I lucked out.”

“I’m just relieved you’re not the girlfriend,” she said. “Not for me, of course. Happily married for 13 years. But my friend Susan over there would be heartbroken. She sent me over to do recon.”

You glanced up and saw a woman in a lime green one piece eyeing you from across the pool. She had to be 20 years older than you which gave her a good 10 years on Joel.

“Feel free to report back that Mr. Miller is - as far as the nanny is aware - very much on the market,” you said, closing the bottle of nail polish. Sarah shoved Lizzie in the pool and then jumped in after her with a shriek. “Susan should definitely give it a go, though. Mr. Miller’s busy but I think he’d make time for the right person.”

“Thanks so much, sweetie,” she smiled broadly. “So nice to meet you! Hope to see you at more of these types of things.”

“You too,” you smiled politely.

The pool party wound down but Sarah and Lizzie were getting on like a house on fire. You found Lizzie’s mom - a nice if frazzled woman named Margie who you’d met a few times before - and invited her daughter over to keep swimming at the Millers’ until Joel got home around six.

“Oh, you’re a dream!” She pulled you into a hug. “I’ve been desperate to go run some errands without Lizzie tossing stuff in the cart…”

“No problem,” you smiled. “Happy to take the girls.”

They sang Britney Spears on the top of their lungs the whole drive home and practically hurled themselves into the pool the second they were in the door. You just laughed, going to sit outside to watch them play, bringing your book to keep you occupied. You’d almost survived the first week of summer. You hadn’t caved and tried to fuck Joel again. You could do this. You were almost positive.

***

Joel heard the shriek of girls in the backyard the second his truck door opened. He sighed and shook his head. So Sarah had conned you into having a friend over, even after the party. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised. He just hoped to God you weren’t in the pool, too. He didn’t think he could take that.

He was surprised he’d survived as long as he had. He’d missed you the second he left your apartment the day he helped move you in. Regretted cutting things off with you almost instantly. It seemed like the right thing to do but it felt wrong. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this fucking alone.

If Sarah had been at a friend’s house that night, he’d have just shown up at your door. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he couldn’t leave his 10-year-old daughter unsupervised. He wanted to apologize to you, beg you to give him a chance. He’d get down on his knees, he didn’t care.

But just because he wanted that didn’t mean that it was the right thing to do. It would be confusing for Sarah if it didn’t work out - and how could it work out? You were 21 and a college student with a bright future, he was 32 and his life hadn’t been his own in a decade. Sarah had kept him close to home, reminded him of what he should do. What he had to do.

Then, summer started. You were there in the morning as he tried to get out the door, you were there at night when he got home. He knew you weren’t trying to turn him on - if anything, you were avoiding him like the plague. You’d hardly said two words to him since Monday. But your legs in those shorts, your breasts in those dresses, the ribbons you put on the ends of your braids when you were trying to keep your hair off your neck in the heat. You were so soft and sweet and fucking good and there in his house and he knew how it felt to be inside you…

You’d better not be in his fucking pool.

You weren’t. But it was almost worse. You were laid out on a lounge chair on the deck, your back to the door, in white shorts so short he was sure he’d see your ass if you bent over in front of him. Your pale purple tank top clung to you and he could see a hint of a pink bra strap below. You were reading a book in French - because of course you were reading a book in fucking French - and there were ribbons on the ends of your braids. Your nails were pink. He was sure they hadn’t been pink when he saw you this morning. You’d painted your goddamn nails. Why had you painted your goddamn nails?

“Dad!” Sarah clambered out of the pool in the new suit you’d helped her find. You noticed him then, not having realized he’d gotten home. “Thank you so so so so so so so so much, the party was SO fun…”

She threw her wet body against him in a hug.

“Glad you had fun,” he gave her a squeeze and glanced down at you. You were watching him, shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, smiling gently. “She behave herself?”

“Of course,” you said, gathering up some scrap paper from the table beside you and putting it in your book. One piece of paper looked like it had a phone number on it. Joel frowned. “It seemed like everyone had a blast, no trouble at the party whatsoever.”

“Good,” Joel said. Whose number did you have? Was it some fucking boy’s? Was that why you’d painted your damn nails? You checked your watch.

“Lizzie’s mom should be here any minute,” you said, getting up from the chair and crossing your arms over your body. Like that was going to stop him from remembering just what you looked like naked. “You’re home a bit earlier than I expected. I can hang out for a bit until she gets here, I don’t want to saddle you with watching an extra kid…”

“No, you go on home,” he waved you off. He couldn’t handle you being here any longer than you had to be. “Get a start on the weekend.”

“You’re sure?” You asked, absently running your fingers over your elbow.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” you smiled tightly back at him. “Have a good weekend, Joel.” You looked back to the pool, where Sarah had jumped back in. “Bye Sarah!”

“Bye!” She waved quickly before going back to splashing Lizzie. Joel watched you go until well after you’d closed the front door behind you and he couldn’t see you anymore.

Margie came by to pick up Lizzie not long after you left, both adults required to herd both girls out of the pool.

“Would Sarah want to come sleep over?” Margie asked as the girls giggled and wrote new verses to songs Joel was sure he’d heard coming from the boom box in Sarah’s room.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to put you out,” he shook his head. “Feels like Sarah’s over at y’all’s place as much as she is here…”

“Honestly, it makes life easier on us,” she smiled. “Sarah’s such a great kid, she keeps Lizzie occupied so I can deal with her brothers. The boys are such a handful… don’t have twins if you can help it, Joel.”

“I’ll try my best,” he smiled. “If you’re really OK with it…”

“Really, you’d be doing me a favor,” she insisted. So Joel gave in. And he was home alone for the first time since he’d slept with you.

He showered and fucked his hand to the memory of making you cum in that shower. He sat on his bed, staring at his phone, telling himself not to call you. He dialed the first four digits of your phone number and then hung up.

After a while, he called Tommy.

“Shit, Joel, everything OK?”

“Why’s something gotta be wrong for me to call?” Joel frowned into the phone.

“Because it’s Friday night and you never fuckin’ call on a Friday night,” Tommy said.

“Well, I’m callin’ on a Friday night,” Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. “You doin’ anything fun tonight?”

“Why?” Joel could hear Tommy’s frown through the phone. “Gonna come drag the party down?”

“No,” he replied. “Sarah’s just at a friend’s house and I was thinking I should actually get out of my house for a change.”

“Hell yeah you should!” Tommy said. “I’m going to go listen to some music, should be just your speed…”

“I could do that,” Joel said. He hadn’t gone to listen to music in a while. That could be fun. It’d get his mind off you, at least.

“I’ll be by in 20, pick you up,” Tommy said, sounding excited. “This will be good for you, Joel. Promise.”

And that’s how Joel ended up at a bar in Austin, watching a bunch of fuckin’ kids tune guitars on a Friday night.

“We’re getting old,” Tommy handed him a bottle of Shiner. “I remember not showing up places like this until after 10. Now it’s not worth the cover charge if we show up that late.”

“Tell me about it,” Joel muttered, taking a swig. “Barely remember ever being that young.”

“When you were that young you had a kid,” Tommy said. Joel snorted. He was right.

They drank and watched as the bar filled up, the band switching to soundcheck not too long after they got there. Joel was actually starting to have fun when the band started playing - they weren’t bad - when he caught a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. He looked instinctively and thought, for half a second, that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But they weren’t. It was you.

You hadn’t seen him yet. You were wearing one of your dresses - one he hadn’t seen before, white and satiny and form fitting, stopping several inches above your knees. You’d put another fucking ribbon in your hair and curled it, making it look so full and soft. He wanted to tangle his fingers in it, he wanted to ruin it. You were wearing sandals with thick heels that made you taller and your legs look longer and there was gloss on your lips - he caught a glimpse of it when you turned to talk to the man next to you. A man who put his hand on your lower back. Fuck.

He guided you to a corner of the room, introduced you to the band waiting to play next. Joel could only see you from behind, the white of your dress reflecting the lights from the stage, the man’s hand slipping around your waist. His pinky drifted down, brushing the top of your ass, his thumb running over your ribs. Joel squeezed the beer bottle so hard he was worried it would break.

“Oh shit, that’s the Kid!” Tommy said, realizing where Joel was looking and getting down from his stool.

“No, wait,” Joel said, but he didn’t catch Tommy in time, his brother pushing through the increasingly crowded bar until he hugged you from behind. Joel could just watch, like a fucking train wreck, as you realized he was there and that Tommy was all but dragging you and your date over to their table. You said your polite goodbyes to the band and turned and said something to your date, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Look who I found!” Tommy said proudly, taking his seat again.

“Hey Joel,” you smiled tightly at him.

“Hey Kid,” he replied, taking a drink of beer. Fuck, your tits in that dress. He wanted to kiss you, starting at your lips and working his way down until his mouth was on your cleavage.

“This is Brad,” you said quickly. “Brad, this Joel. I nanny his daughter, Sarah.”

“Oh, so you’re the boss!” Brad smiled. He was abnormally tall, taller than Joel, with hair that looked like he was trying to be in a fucking boy band. He was all limbs, gangly, clearly never done a day’s hard work in his life. And he was out with you. He held out a hand. “Good to meet you.”

“You too.”

Tommy looked back and forth between you, your date and Joel.

“I need another beer,” he said quickly. “Kid, can I get you something? Joel? Brad?”

“I’ll take a Shiner,” you smiled.

“I’ll come with you,” Brad said, giving you a quick squeeze before looking to Joel. “Look out for my girl for a minute, will ya?”

“Yeah,” Joel said. He took another drink. Tommy and Brad left the table and you watched them go for a moment before turning back to Joel.

“I’m really sorry,” you said quickly, biting your lip. “I had no idea you’d be here, Brad’s roommate’s band is up next but we can go…”

“It’s just a bar, Kid,” Joel shrugged. “No reason for anyone to go anywhere.”

“Oh,” you deflated a bit. “OK. Thanks.”

“Yup,” he said, taking another drink. He needed to be a lot drunker than this. So much drunker than this. You watched the band, your head bobbing in time to the music.

“So you’re his girl now, huh?” Joel said after a moment.

“It’s our first date,” you said, tone sharper than usual. He deserved that. “I don’t know what I am yet.”

“Seems to think you’re his girl,” he replied.

“It’s a figure of speech, Joel.”

“You fucked ‘em yet?” He asked, taking another drink. He did it to be mean. He did it to push you away. He couldn’t just sit here with you this close, not like this. Your mouth fell open for a second before you fixed him with a glare.

“You don’t get to just ask me that,” you snapped. There were tears in your eyes, clinging to your eyelashes that were longer and darker than usual. “You don’t get to judge me for that. Just because you got bored with me doesn’t mean everyone has, I can fuck whoever I want. It’s none of your damn business!”

“One Shiner!” Brad slid his arm back around your waist, handing you one of the beers in his other hand. You took it from him, taking a drink while blinking back your tears. Brad hadn’t noticed but Tommy had, frowning and looking between you and Joel as he wordlessly set another beer in front of his brother.

“Thank you,” you sniffed for a second and smiled up at him before turning back to the table. “I think I want to get up closer to the band, but it was good to see you Tommy, Joel. Have a good weekend, guys.”

You laced your fingers in Brad’s and pulled him behind you toward the stage. Your body disappeared behind his, Brad pressing himself against your back. One of his hands moved around you. Joel didn’t want to think about the parts of you he was touching with that fucking hand.

“What the fuck was that, Joel?” Tommy demanded.

“What was what?” He asked, not looking at him.

“That!” Tommy snapped. “With the Kid! Don’t treat me like I’m a fucking idiot, what happened between you two.”

“Nothin’ happened.”

“Well I know that’s bullshit,” he said. “What happened to ‘she’s off limits?’ Or was that rule just for me?”

“She is off limits,” Joel growled. “She’s especially off limits for me.”

“She know that?” Tommy demanded.

“Drop it, Tommy,” Joel snapped, smacking the beer bottle down on the table with more force than he’d meant to.

“Did you seriously fuck your nanny?” He hissed at him. Joel winced. “Jesus Christ Joel. You’ve got a lot of fuckin’ nerve…”

“I swear to God Tommy I will lay you out,” Joel said. “Don’t fuckin’ tempt me.”

“What’d you do, convince her you loved her and then bail?” He asked. “Doubt a sweet girl like that woulda just jumped in bed with the dad of one of the kids she looks after, so what’d you tell her?”

“Tommy,” Joel growled.

“Was it before or after you told me she was off limits?” He demanded. “You worried I’d actually do right by her and she’d get wise to your shit? Just how drunk’d you have to get her to get her into bed with you?”

Joel snapped. He stood up so fast the stool flew to the ground with a crash and he punched Tommy across the cheek, sending the younger man sprawling into the table next to him. It was like the whole bar froze. The band stopped playing, an eerie silence falling. Joel flexed his hand as his brother staggered back to his feet, holding his face.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, Joel,” he said, breathless.

Joel looked up and immediately found your face in the crowd around the stage. Brad’s arms were around you, holding you back. Your eyes were wide, your mouth open in shock. Or maybe horror. He couldn’t quite tell.

“C’mon man,” a bouncer grabbed Joel’s shoulder but he shrugged it off.

“It’s cool,” Tommy glared at Joel as he said it. “Just my brother. He’s a dick. We’re goin’.”

Joel walked straight past Tommy’s truck, shoving the hand he’d hit him with in his pocket.

“Where the fuck you goin’ asshole?” Tommy yelled after him. Joel ignored him. Tommy ran and caught him, his hand on his shoulder pulling him around to face him. Joel got ready to punch him again but Tommy’s hands went up. “Don’t make this worse than it is. You want some meddling asshole to call the fuckin’ cops?”

Joel dropped his fist, glaring at his brother.

“You made a goddamn fool out of yourself,” he said, his cheek already bruising. “And you fuckin’ deserved it. The hell were you thinking, messing with that girl?”

Joel didn’t say anything, just went back and climbed in the passenger seat of Tommy’s truck.

The drive to Joel’s was silent and he hoped that was the end of it. But it wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. Tommy followed him inside, either stupid as hell or itching for a fight.

“What happened, Joel?” He asked, voice calm for the first time since the bar. “With you and her.”

“Sarah was at a friend’s place,” he said, voice pained. “We had some wine… Fuck, Tommy, I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Shit,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “When was this?”

“Few weeks back,” Joel muttered.

“And she’s still working for you?” Tommy asked. Joel just nodded. “And nothing’s happened since?”

“No,” Joel said.

“Because you’re not interested?” He asked. Joel glared at him. “Yeah, thought that might be the case.”

“Don’t matter how I feel about it,” he sighed. “She’s too young, too big a future ahead of her to get bogged down with me. And Sarah… Sarah fuckin’ loves her. I couldn’t ruin that for her just because I couldn’t keep it in my pants and I…”

Joel went quiet.

“And you what.”

“I think… I think I love her, Tommy,” Joel groaned. “I just want her here all the damn time. Want to hear her voice and see her things and smell her hair. I want her leaving her fuckin’ hair in my damn shower every day, I kept finding it for days after and I miss it. Keep hoping I’ll find more sometime. And that guy… He didn’t seem bad, not like that last fuckin’ guy but I don’t trust him, don’t trust any of them, not with her.”

“You can’t live like this, Joel,” Tommy said quietly. “Obviously. You can’t just go punching people because you’re a jealous asshole. You either need to get away from her entirely - which means cutting her out of Sarah’s life, too - or you need to figure your shit out. Either get over her or get with her - if she’ll still have you.”

Tommy stood up, clapping Joel on the shoulder.

“Sorry I hit you,” Joel muttered.

“Rather get punched in the face than deal with the shit you’ve got goin’ on,” Tommy smiled a bit. “You’ll get it together.”

“Thanks.”

He walked him out, locking the door behind him.

Joel wasn’t any calmer when Tommy left. He paced the living room for a bit before stepping out back, staring down at the pool, the place he’d stood the first time he’d kissed you. You were so fucking beautiful. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been quite as happy as that night, felt quite so right with the world. He knew he should regret it but he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to regret a damn thing when it led to touching you.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, going back inside and grabbing his keys.

He made it to your place in less than 10 minutes, driving faster than he should have. Your car was in the lot but that didn’t mean much if you were still out with that guy. Or - fuck - what if you’d brought him back here. Didn’t matter, he’d made up his mind. If the guy was in your apartment, he wouldn’t punch him. It’d be hard, but he wouldn’t.

He took the stairs up to your door two at a time and started knocking before he came to a stop in front of it. But there was no response. He tried knocking again. Nothing.

Joel leaned out over the railing, around to where the windows to your apartment would be. All the lights looked to be off. So you were still out with Brad. Maybe you’d gone back to his place. After what he’d said to you that night, he wouldn’t blame you.

He sat down, back against the wall next to your door, crossing his arms and leaning his head back against the siding. He closed his eyes. He’d just be here when you got home. You’d have to come home sometime. He could wait. For you, he had all the time in the world.

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait that long. He heard you before he saw you.

“It was nuts, Cass,” you were trying to be quiet as you climbed the stairs to your apartment. “I don’t know what the hell happened. I tried to explain it to Brad but I have no idea what he thinks. Probably that my boss is insane…”

You were at the top of the stairs now, holding your phone to your ear with one hand, a small orange and white Whataburger cup clutched tight in the other. You stared at Joel for a second.

“Cass?” You said, still staring at him as he got to his feet. “Call you in the morning.”

You flipped the phone shut, putting it in your bag and getting out your keys, watching Joel the whole time like you thought he was a wild animal who could do something unhinged at any moment. Which, he figured, was fair.

“You’ve got some nerve,” you said, keeping your eyes on him as you went to your door and put the keys in the deadbolt, stopping short of opening it.

“I know,” he said. “Can we talk?”

You watched him for a moment before you sighed and opened your door, welcoming him in.

#joel miller x reader smut #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #fanfic #smut fic #joel miller x you #angst

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mythicalmyles · 3 years ago

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— request,

all characters are 18+

"why do i need a babysitter?! im an adult!" with hoody and masky?

the reader still lives with their parents and while his parents are going out for the night they decide to ask the boys next door if they can babysit their son while they go out for the night.

and, of course they say yes! they've both seen their neighbors son, seen his skin from when he got dressed and forgot to shut his curtains. god they've seen him. and have become, somewhat obsessed, you could say. if obsessed meant raw-dogging him and fucking his throat, of course.

this is the perfect chance for them to finally take what's theirs. besides, the neighbors son would probably even enjoy it. seems like the type to anyway.

– [💤 anon. ]

reader is rich and dumb (goals) sorry for short and skippy beginning hope this is okay

(if ur american underage drinking if ur normal no underage drinking)

(Name) huffed out another aggravated sigh as he stomped away from his parents. They were way too over protective and it was driving him insane, he couldn't believe they'd asked their brand new neighbours to babysit their eighteen year old son. He was so embarrassed, they must think he's completely incapable.

Fair enough he couldn't cook.. Was use to the maids taking care of his every need and he certainly understood they deserved a break but.. They could hire more.

He threw his door open, lips pulled into a pout as he began stripping off. He was too focused on his current predicament to close the curtains as he yanked his clothes off.

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Masky couldn't have begged the God's for a better sight then he currently had, he couldn't take his eye's away from his neighbours cute son changing. In his defence the dude hadn't closed his curtains, he may as well have given Masky permission.

"What are you looking at?" Masky barley flinched as his partner popped up besides him, instead nodding towards (Name). "Oooh." Masky smirked at his response. "We're gonna be all alone with him for a week." Hoody's face morphed into a smirk. "He's pretty." Masky hummed in agreement, thoughts of stuffing (Name) spreading through his brain.

Masky figured he'd be loud and sensative, those huge innocent eyes popping into his mind already has his cock standing to attention. He smirked hit the table softly and stood. "Two days... Two days."

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(Name) hadn't bothered bidding his parents goodbye when they finally left, awkwardly introducing himself to the two slightly older men. (Name) couldn't deny the flush that coated his cheeks when he had met Tim's eyes. Something about them sent shivers down his spine, he hadn't quite gotten a read on Brian though. His face was completely blank.

They had sat in awkward silence in the livingroom, (Name) barley had the balls to look at them instead choosing to cross his arms and look at his lap. “Booze?” (name) jolted in place head snapping to Tim. “What?” Masky tried to hold in a laugh at the dumb look on (Names) face, instead he reworded his sentance. “Alcohol? Do you have it?”

“Oh uh, I can show you.” (Name) mumbled standing up and making his way into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and a cooled cupboard next to it. He gestured and Masky’s eyes bugged out. “I knew you were rich but fuck.” (Name) shrugged it off, wasnt his money.

“You drink?” (Name) shook his head. “Only drank like one last year.” He chuckled. Masky tutted. “Glasses? We have to fix that.” (Name) pursed his lips, he felt nervous. “What? Scared? No wonder you’re parents got you baby sitters.”

(Names) face went red. “I am an adult! Im not scared! I just.. Haven’t been drunk before.” Masky patted his back. “Dont worry, me and Brian will take goood care of you.” (Name) relented, missing the cat like smirk that had snuck onto Masky’s face.

“Go sit.” Masky pointed towards the living-room, back where Brian had stayed. (Name) nodded and headed through, sitting in silence.

Luckily Masky wasnt long before coming through, three drinks balancing in his hands. He gave one to (Name) who stared at the glass nervously as Masky handed Hoody his drink and took a seat.

“Go on then.” Masky pushed, (Name) licked his lips before picking up the glass. The last drink of alcohol he had had been vile, it felt like burning when he drank it. He closed his eyes and quickly took a sip, eyes shooting open as sweetness danced over his tongue.

It tasted like fruit juice, he quickly chugged the glass down. Masky cheered as he cleared it, clapping after and patting him on the back one he roughly put the glass back on the table.

(Names) head spun,. “Can i have more?” Masky laughed and quickly stood to make him one, this time a little stronger.

(Name) wasn’t as quick with this one, the three of them begining to flow into conversation. Asking (Name) if he’d graduated yet, if he worked and lots more questions.

Normally (Name) was shy when all attention was on him but with his swaying mind he found himself happily answering everything they threw at him.

Brian and Tim had raced ahead of him, on their fifth by the time he’d gotten halfway through his third. They’d thrown on some music at some point but it hadnt halted the conversation. Somewhere down the line (Name) had ended up nestled inbetween the two, he kept bursting into giggles, sometimes even over nothing.

(Name) didn’t flinch when Masky dropped his hand onto his thigh, even when Masky's hand started stroking slowly up his leg. His eye's had flicked down though and his cheeks were red, so Masky knew he'd noticed.

Hoody's hand soon joined him, mirroring his movement's on (Name's) other thigh. (Name's) breathing picked up and Masky didn't think the he could get any redder. "You okay?" (Name) nodded. "Yeah" He took a deep swallow, saliva suddenly flooding his mouth.

Masky smirked, he didn't know how much longer he could honestly hold off. (Name) looked so pretty all flushed, pupils wide. Masky boldly pressed his hand against (Names) hardening cock causing him to gasp and grind into Masky's hand. Brian's hand slipped up under his shirt, quickly latching to a nipple and playing with the bud.

The moan that left (Name) was like music to his ears and Masky began grinding his hand against (Name's) cock. (Name) threw his head back and arched against the couch, a loud moan tore through his throat.

"G-" (Name) cut himself off and scrunched his eyes closed. "Like that?" Masky's voice was deep and it went straight to (Name's) cock. "So pretty." Hoody's voice came as a surprise, (Names) head immedietly shooting to him. He'd barley spoken the whole night and (Name) really wanted to hear him compliment him more.

Masky unbuckled his belt as Hoody pulled off his shirt, Hoody left his arms and quicly made his way back to (Names) nipples. This time he choose to circle his tongue around (Names) nipples, (Name) squirmed in response. Masky used one of his hands to pin (Names) hips to the couch as his other began jacking him off.

(Name) quickly melted into moans, giving the others free reign over him. “I wonder how your mom would feel knowing how loud you’re moaning for your babysitters.” (Name) flushed and looked at him. “N-no ple-.” Masky was quick to cut him off.

“Oh dont you worry, they wont know.” Maskys hand left his hip to wrap lightly around his neck, he easily pulled (Name) into a deep sloppy kiss.

(Names) stomach lit on fire, he found it hard to keep up his thought as alcohol clouded his mind and their touch filled his senses.

He let out a small squeak as a lubricated finger pushed into him, his eyes shooting to Hoody who smirked. (Name) bit his lip as Hoodys finger fucked into him, (Names) eyes were lidded as he laid back against the couch.

“You’re gonna look so pretty all stuffed up.” (Name) shuddered and groaned, his words having more of an effect then he felt they should have. Masky quickly pushed their lips together, tongue pushing into (Names) mouth.

(Name) didn’t put up much of a fight against Masky, letting him take the lead. Hoody slid another finger in causing (Name) to let out a high pitched keen, Hoody scissored his fingers trying to stretch (Name).

Once (Name) relaxed Hoody wasted no time slipping a third in, (Name) let out a pained groan but Masky’s mouth kept him distracted. Masky’s hands slipped down (Names) chest, playing with his nipples. Masky’s hands didnt stay in once place for too long, they constantly explored him.

(Names) stomach dropped as Hoody pulled his fingers out, the duo chuckled at his whine. Masky sat back against the sofa and pulled (Name) onto his lap, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and rubbed it against (Names) hole. “W-will it even fit?” Masky reassured him before latching onto his neck and sucking deep bruises up the column of his throat.

(Name) arched back and groaned as Masky slowly pushed in, it took Masky a minute to fully bottom out, (Name) was tight and it took everything for Masky not to push him forward and take him. He let out a deep breath, he had to be patient.

His hands gripped (Names) thighs, circling his hips against his cock as he panted against the back of (Names) neck. (Name) moaned brokenly with every grind of Maskys cock against his prostate, Hoody had taken to sucking bruises up his chest and playing with his cock.

(Name) felt like he was going to implode, pleasure hit him like a truck and it didn’t take long for him to cum grinding back on Masky’s cock.

Hoody stood up, hand gripping (Names) hair pulling his mouth to his cock as his free hand undid his belt. (Name) whined due to the friction inside his sensitive hole but followed Hoody nonetheless.

(Name) happily took Hoody into his mouth, choking when Hoody pushed further into his throat then he’d anticipated. Despite his gagging Hoody kept fucking his mouth, the tight wet heat driving him nuts.

Masky had also given up on being gentle, choosing to sharply thrust into (Name) who moaned around Hoody’s cock.

The vibrations almost had Hoody’s knees buckling as his thrusts got sloppier, (Name) groaned as drool dripped out of his mouth and ran down his neck.

“Wait.” Masky ordered, Hoody paused, balls deep in (Names) mouth. “What?” (Name) gagged as he was pulled off of Hoodies cock, he flopped against Masky’s chest taking in deep breaths of air.

“You sit.” Masky stood up and spun them around, positioning (Name) in between Hoody’s legs. His hands pushed down on (Names) shoulder and he manoeuvred himself in between Hoody’s thighs. Hoody didnt waste time slipping back jnto his mouth as Masky settled behind (Name). His hands gripe (Names) hips tightly before he alines his cock with (Names) hole.

He pushed in with more ease, quickly picking up his thrusts. His thrusts would push him further on Hoody’s cock and the sound of (Name) choking only spurred them on. (Name) could feel himself come close to cuming again, his mind spinning.

He was overwhelmed with pleasure, his back was arched and he was pooled im Hoody’s lap. They had complete control as they spit roasted him, (Name) let out a scream around Hoody’s cock as he came, clenching hard on Masky’s cock.

Hoody spilled into his mouth, letting his cock slide out of (Names) mouth and paint his face with cum. Tears ran down (Names) face as oversensitivity filled him. “You are so pretty when you cry.” Hoody muttered before slipping his tongue into (Names) mouth, he whimpered as Masky’s thrusts picked up. It almost felt like he was being fucked by a beast.

Luckily for (Names) hole Masky didn’t last much longer, pumping him pull of cum before sitting back and allowing (Name) to fall back against his chest.

“This is going to be a fun week.” Hoody smirked.

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lavendertales · 3 years ago

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My, oh my—Javier Peña x f!reader**

Chapter 7 of the Unholy series

summary: Steve lets it slip to Javier why you’re in Colombia. But when you’re on your way home from a girls’ night, you and Javier let your feelings get the best in you.

word count: 5.3k

WARNINGS: doggy, hair pulling, pussy slapping, handjob, cunnilingus from behind, creampie.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @trashcora

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Though Connie followed through with her invitation to dinner, you were still a little surprised. Pleasantly surprised, but still. You gladly accepted, especially when you realized it would be you, her and Sofia. You haven’t had a girls’ night in a very long time and it could be exactly what you needed.

As it turned out, getting a confession out of La Quica was a challenge. Javier tried, then Steve tried, and then you tried. When you entered the interrogation room and Quica told you he’ll talk if you go sweet on him, you had to resist the urge to vomit right then and there. Luckily for you, Carrillo stepped up, proving himself to be a rightful leader.

Now, you’re not sure what happened after Carrillo took over the interrogation process. La Quica was removed from the embassy’s premises and all you knew was that Javier and Steve were the only ones allowed to chime in. You and Sofia were asked specifically to focus on other members of Escobar’s entourage, so you didn’t overthink it. You figured it must’ve been something unorthodox that not even Noonan or Wysession would’ve agreed with.

So after all, it seemed you had some free time to spare, and girls’ night was the ideal opportunity to spend some quality time with women your age.

You had to confess, you were excited.

Thursday afternoon rolled around, and you showed up at Steve and Connie’s place with a bottle of red wine in hand and your revolver in your purse. You never left home without it, just in case. Bogota wasn’t particularly welcoming, particularly to women, and with Escobar’s people at every corner, things took a turn for the worse. Better to have a measure of safety and to not use it than the other way around.

“Hi, come in!”

Connie greets you with a tight hug, thanking you for the wine.

“We got four bottles of wine now,” she laughs, taking out the glasses from the cupboard.

“So one bottle each and one to share,” you joke.

Sofia laughs as you take a seat next to her. “Where’s Steve?”

“He wouldn’t say. All he said was that he and Javi had to meet with Horacio and… that’s about it.”

You suck in a sharp breath, controlling each one that comes in afterwards. There’s no nervousness to be felt, only residual guilt.

“Do you guys know anything about it?” Connie asks, offering you and Sofia your wine and setting down a plate with food.

“We have ideas,” Sofia says cautiously, “but nothing for sure. We were asked to stay away from this particular interrogation.”

“Oh. So it’s not… legal?”

You furrow your brows, taking the first sip of the wine and feeling it warm your extremities.

“Well… maybe not entirely,” you answer.

“Okay, then if the guys don’t want us to know, we shouldn’t wonder.”

“Agreed.”

The three of you clink the glasses together, and for the first time in weeks, you feel truly relaxed. There’s nothing to disturb you, nothing to make you fidgety or angry.

“Steve says you and Javi went to college together,” Connie initiates the inevitable conversation. “You were in the same group?”

“Yep, same class. Quite unfortunate, really.”

Sofia giggles. “You never talk about it.”

“Because not many people would understand the relationship we have.”

Connie and Sofia exchange a look, then turn back to you.

“Try us,” Connie smiles.

You breathe in and out, quickly as ripping off a band-aid. Another sip of wine slips past your lips, and you decide to open up at last.

“It’s just the way it’s always been between us,” you begin. “It’s been that way right from the beginning. I don’t know, I guess we just bring out the competitive side in each other. We pushed each other to have the higher grades, the better-looking projects, the more extracurricular classes and activities… his cocky attitude always got to me, truth be told. And I suppose mine had the same effect on him.”

“You guys are competitive with each other, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Sofia says.

“Sounds like it’s a bit more than that, though,” Connie adds.

You frown. “No, it’s not.”

She shrugs, staring into your eyes with a sympathetic smile that somehow makes you feel worse.

“What do you mean?” you demand.

“Well, it seems having him around makes you want to be better, and vice versa. You bring out the best in each other.”

“But we bring out the worst in each other. I mean, at work we argue and bicker and we’re tense—“

“Usually cause where there’s tension, there’s something more.”

Sofia makes a cheeky expression towards you, one that you dismiss.

“There’s nothing more,” you almost laugh. “I—we dislike each other, we just want to outdo and annoy each other.”

“But… come on,” Sofia jumps in, “Javier’s a very good looking guy. Surely you noticed that.”

Your frown deepens and you purse your lips together.

“He’s a rat,” you say.

Both women giggle, which makes you more confused and upset.

“Javi’s very good looking,” Connie fortifies.

“You do remember Steve, right? Your husband?”

Connie moves a little closer to you, putting her arm around you. She sighs with the same radiant smile on her face, making you fear that she was about to spew something meaningful and deep, and you already know it won’t be your cup of tea.

“Look, you know your own feelings and this relationship between the two of you better than us, better than anyone else,” she says. “We’re just teasing here. But would it be so bad to… you know… like the man?”

“Didn’t you hear me before? The man’s a rat! He’s slept with I don’t know how many women before, he’s annoying and stubborn, hot-headed, cocky, grumpy and miserable… what?”

Both of them stare at you, willing themselves not to break into wide smiles.

“You do like him, don’t you?” Sofia smirks, practically radiating from how jittery she is.

“Am I speaking some sort of long-lost language to you? The man is obnoxious! He’s—he makes me so mad, so—“

Words flee from your mind, right under the girls’ eyes. This time, though, they don’t tantalize you. Even they can notice how you’re struggling with some inner emotions.

You don’t say the word that comes to your mind next. It feels immoral, forbidden.

Connie calls you out gently, gaining your attention again.

“You don’t have to tell us anything if you don’t want to,” she reassures you.

You bear nothing but gratitude towards her in this moment for sparing you the trouble of having to explain the true nature of your dynamic with Javier, especially as of late. You doubt you’d be judged, but why transfer your headache to them?

This is your mess, nobody else’s.

“Thank you,” you coo, visibly distraught.

“But can we ask… how was Javier in college though?”

To that you chuckle, thankful for the second glass of wine that Connie pours you. You take a deep breath, letting all the memories from 15 years ago resurface.

“He was… not that much different than how he is now,” you say, oddly fond of that time in your life. “A little less grumpy, maybe, but pretty much the same.”

“I just can’t picture younger Javi, life of the party, studying…”

“He wasn’t really life of the party. He showed up, had some drinks, hung out in a corner with his two friends and call it a night. I did the same, though.”

“Were you really that competitive with each other?”

“Oh yes. Whatever grade I had, he had to have the better one. Whatever grade he had, I had to have the better one. I can’t tell you how it started, it just… did.”

“You mean you were instantly enemies, right from the start? There was no… friendship, no cordiality?”

It’s surprising that you hesitate; you thought of your college memories as intact, purely objective. Yet now, looking back on the first weeks into the college start, you realize that you and Javier were quite friendly with each other. The competition hadn’t began back then.

So where did it change so radically?

“Huh,” you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “You know, you might have a point. We weren’t like this from the beginning.”

“You weren’t?” Sofia asks.

On your side, Connie sips silently from the wine, listening to your story with utmost interest.

“No,” you confirm, utterly astounded. “No, we—we were colleagues, polite and… even friendly with each other.”

“What happened then?”

“We got out first assignment, and we ended up in different teams. I’m naturally competitive and want to do a great job with everything that I do, and I jokingly told him, ‘watch out, I’ll have the better assignment’. He replied in the same joking manner and… after that, it became a regular thing.”

“But going from friends to enemies still seems far-fetched,” Connie intervenes. “It doesn’t seem like it’s just some good old rivalry. Seems like something more personal happened in between you two that set you off.”

You think hard and long about that particular time period, but there’s nothing that stands out. You just embrace it as the way you are. After all, why should you think any different? Neither you nor Javier have ever given an indication that there was something more to be felt.

Except for now.

“Nothing comes to mind,” you say after a while. “I guess underneath those pleasantries we just didn’t like each other after all.”

Then how the hell do I crave him on top of me again?

Wouldn’t mind him under me either…

Shut up. This is insane. It’s over.

“It seems this competition is helping you in the workplace though,” Sofia says. “You’re both very hardworking.”

“That’s because we want to prove each other wrong,” you laugh. “But it does help in our search for Escobar.”

“How is that going, by the way? Aside the guys doing sketchy things.”

Following a half-hour of updating Connie on the case, you and Sofia alter the subject to learn how Connie met Steve. You could have used some encouragement given how things were going in your lives.

“Sooo… you don’t hate her.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You sure pull on one hell of a show.”

Javier rolls his eyes, putting out his cigarette and finishing his beer. He agreed to meet with Steve at the bar to blow off some steam after the scene they had partaken in, and this topic of conversation isn’t entirely his taste.

“Why are we even talking about her?” he asks with as much displeasure as possible.

“Cause I’m your only friend and I’m curious.”

Javier stares unimpressed at him. “I’d much rather talk about this evening with Carrillo than her.”

“I don’t think you want to revisit what we just saw.”

Javier concurs with him, but he doesn't say it out loud. He wishes that drinking would erase his recent thoughts of that evening, but he agreed to have only one beer because he had to drive them both home.

“All I’m saying is, you can dial back on the harsh attitude,” Steve tells his friend. “We get it, you’re competitive, but it’s getting old after so many weeks.”

“It’s not something you can just turn on and off, Murphy. It’s the way we are with each other. That’s—not gonna change.”

But Steve notices his partner’s troubled figure, his momentary hesitation, and he knows he shouldn’t push the matter. However, what kind of friend would he be if he’d just drop things?

“Why are you so mad then? We’re just talkin’ about her.”

Javier grits his teeth, unable to look at Steve.

“Because the same way I don’t wanna talk about Escobar in my so-called free time, the same way I don’t wanna talk about her.”

“You did not just put those two in the same sentence.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s bullshit! Give me a fucking break. You can’t say she’s as bad as Escobar.”

“You know what I fucking mean!”

Steve is the one to roll his eyes this time, furious with his partner’s stubbornness. It’s not uncommon or new, but sometimes he cannot believe Javier’s audacity.

“If you had someone at work you couldn’t stand, I bet you wouldn’t wanna talk about them all day either,” Javier persists.

“You just said you don’t hate her.”

“For fuck’s sake—I just said I don’t!”

“Then why—“

“Because she’s infuriating! She’s so annoying and stubborn, hot-headed, cocky, know-it-all… not a day goes by that she doesn’t make my blood boil, even fifteen years later.”

Javier can barely breathe; he sees red in front of him, and in the center, he sees you, as distracting and vicious as always.

“Whoa,” Steve coos. “That’s… a lot.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if she came all the way here to spite me.”

“She didn’t. But the assumption is as stupid as you.”

Javier frowns. “Why do you sound so sure?”

It’s only then that Steve gulps, painfully aware of the beans he’s about to spill. You didn’t specify whether you wanted your confession to remain a secret, but Steve still doesn’t think he should spread the word around.

“Just a hunch,” he says.

“Did she—tell you something?”

“Huh, look who gives a shit!”

Javier makes a move as if to stand up, and Steve figures this is his one chance to give his friend a little perspective over the situation.

“She’s not here for you,” he says, grabbing Javier’s arm. “I know you’re the ladies’ favorite, but don’t flatter yourself so much.”

“Why is she here then? What does she want from me now?”

If there’s something that tips Steve about that behavior, is the desperation in Javier’s voice. He’s never heard him like that in the year and a half they’ve worked together, and he’s starting to believe that whatever Javier claims, the reality is far from it.

“She’s looking for her dad’s killer,” he blurts out. “Apparently her dad was killed on a trip to Bogota over a year ago and the autopsy revealed that he had been shot several times. She thinks it might be one of Escobar’s men.”

Javier is stunned. He says nothing as he rummages the words. Of course you wouldn’t be there for him. All he is… is a rival. A good sport. Nothing more.

Maybe a good fuck, but definitely nothing more.

It’s appalling that he feels disappointed in a sense. More so because it messes with his head and makes it spin in tormenting ways.

“I see,” he replies after a while, throat dry.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know. You look a little disappointed.”

When did I get so fucking obvious? I got some shit to re-evaluate.

“I’m sorry to hear about her father. But does she really think one of Escobar’s men killed him?”

“That’s her hunch. The only proof is the autopsy report, and that’s not much to go by. A lot of people use different kinds of bullets.”

“It’s practically impossible to figure out who used which bullets.”

“Yeah.”

Silence falls in between them; the only ice breaker is Steve ordering his fifth beer, and Javier’s loud sigh. He feels a little bad for giving you a hard time when you were probably still mourning the death of your father.

“Do you know her dad’s name?” he asks, a thought crossing his mind.

“Uh… I think she said Michael. Why?”

“If he did die by the hands of one of the narcos, he should be in embassy’s archive. We keep records of all the identified bodies, the dad’s should be there if he was just shot. And if he was a civilian, the case was investigated, which means—“

“The killer might be there, in black and white.”

Steve’s face lights up, suddenly impressed by Javier’s demeanor.

“You do care about her, man,” he taps his shoulder. “It’s very nice of you to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything, I just had an idea. Relax.”

“Why are you against being a decent human being?”

Javier sighs, lighting another cigarette. He remains silent as Steve drinks from his beer, unwilling to look at him anymore.

At least he doesn’t have to explain his mixed feelings about you anymore. And at the very least, he doesn’t have to face you tonight.

Girls’ night came to its inevitable end once Steve entered in the apartment, tipsy and lovingly fondling Connie. You hid your chuckle, relieved to see that, in Sofia’s drunken state, she would at least crash over there instead of traveling across town in a questionable cab. So you bid them all goodnight, insisting that you were fine to go home. After all, you lived two blocks away.

“Take care, sweetie,” Connie tells you as you walk out, waving at the party left behind.

You search in your purse, making sure all your belongings remain in the same place. Not a moment later, your heart skips a beat when you notice the only other silhouette in the hallway.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice low and defenseless.

“I live here.”

You take a proper look, realizing that the apartment he’s about to enter is the one right in front of Steve and Connie’s, and you exhale.

“Of course you do. What are the odds?”

“The better question is, what are you doing here?”

“If you must know, Connie invited me and Sofia over for some wine and conversation.”

“Great, so that means I’ll get to see your face in my spare time too.”

“Not everything is about you, Peña.”

He doesn’t fight you back this round; in fact, he seems distressed, somewhat sickly, and if you wouldn’t be such a good person at your core, you would’ve even ask the following question.

“What’s going on with you?”

Taken aback, it takes Javier a while to reply. “Why?”

“You look kinda sick.”

“I guess I am. Sick and tired of having to talk about you, cause that’s what I spent most of this evening doing.”

You chuckle, suddenly angering him. He remains still though, even as you approach him all benevolent.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, irritated.

“I spent my evening talking about you, too.”

“No wonder I got a headache.”

Now, in the rosy light of the hallway, you see him conceal a smile, but you don’t point fingers. You do the same. Something feels slightly different between you two. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re seeing each other outside of the office for the second time, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re feeling relaxed as opposed to constantly infuriated.

“It’s so… wild,” Javier says out of the blue, gaining your attention. “You were in my head, the whole time I had to explain shit to Murphy, but now you’re… here.”

You frown, unsure if you get where he’s headed with all that.

“Are you okay, Peña?”

He lets out a mocking laughter, the kind that makes you blind with rage, except...

Except now, in this bizarre moment, it doesn’t.

“Fuck you calling me Peña like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it,” he continues to laugh, hands on his hips as he stares at you in a mixture of disbelief and desire.

“Please.”

It’s him who moves closer to you, licking his lips and staring at you, pupils blown out of proportion.

“Please what?” he asks in the sultriest voice you’ve heard coming out of him.

“You think calling you that turns me on?” you try to laugh about it.

“What does, then?”

“You’re a filthy man.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

You swallow harshly, like there’s gravel in your throat. It’s all the more debilitating to realize that you cannot hide from him. The man reads you like the back of his hand.

“You don’t get to ask these things, Peña,” you make sure to accentuate his name. “Not when you got hard in the middle of the conference staring at me.”

“Oh yeah?”

You’re skipping rope with the line between cordiality and hatred, and your pulse races like it did that night at the bar. There’s something about his impertinence that, as much as you’d hate to admit it, gets you hot like nothing else could.

“Then you don’t get to take the high road and act like you’re better when you had to bite down on your lip to not scream my name.”

Oh, he’s filthy, alright. Filthy and vengeful, and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“It didn’t—“

“Mean anything? Yeah, I keep telling myself that bullshit.”

You can’t deny that you’re taken aback by his boldness; the soft, yet determined look in his eyes you can only categorize as an absolute weakness. It’s bizarre and confusing how he manages to stir this vile concoction of emotions from you, while being the one vice you cannot seem to shake off.

“Is it? Is it bullshit?” you ask, fear shaking you a little.

He shrugs, eyeing you up and down in the most carnal, selfish way you’ve ever seen in anyone.

“Doesn’t feel that way anymore,” he replies.

You are used to seeing him uptight and cocky and mean, the way he was a few minutes ago. This alter ego of his is making you dizzy, and you don’t want it. Not now, not when there’s the sting of wine in your veins, and the anger of your same old rivalry consuming you.

“Do me a favor, enemy to enemy,” you coo, your face in a much too close proximity to his face.

“What do you need?”

The way he asks that makes you think he’s got the same thought on his mind, and you don’t wanna waste time thinking whether you’re right or wrong.

You want the same forbidden taste on your lips, the same decadent and dirty sensation that made your body tremble, and that same rush of adrenaline only this relationship has to offer.

“Be the same asshole you always are,” you say, tugging at his collar. “You get a free pass for that tonight.”

He raises his eyebrows, his chocolate eyes now wide and resembling a lost puppy.

God, you’d loathe everything about this if you wouldn’t be so enticed by his whole being right now.

“You want me to be the same old Javier Peña you dislike,” he concludes.

“Yes. Don’t talk. Don’t say anything. Just—“

You voice dies in the silence, and Javier obeys for what feels like a premiere since you’ve known each other, and succumbs to your wish. He pushes everything else out of his mind, including the fact he’s learned about you tonight, and chooses another wrong doing.

One that’s so saccharine he could die on the spot. But he’d die a happy man.

Happy. The notion didn’t even cross his mind till just now. He hadn’t felt happiness in a very long time, if ever. And what you and he are doing is wrong and inexcusable, but it’s undeniably the most fulfilled he’s felt in years.

He forgoes any other concern, anything else that doesn’t revolve around you, at least for the time being. When you press your mouth on his, he knows the dance; it’s fast-paced and eager, and Javier wants nothing else but that.

You both stumble as you enter his apartment, a foreign territory for you that you don’t pay much attention to. You figure you’d end up on the couch again, but instead, you’re surprised when you’re being pushed into a secluded room, presumably his bedroom.

It’s the most intimate setting you can think of, particularly when you fall on top of the comfy mattress and start undressing him in a haste. This is where he sleeps, where he’s probably fucked dozens of other girls, but you quickly recall you are just another number on the list in order to not turn this into anything other than its raw meaning.

The clothes are being disposed of fairly fast; neither talks while you gaze at the naked body before you, as you had requested, so you simply enjoy the view. The dim light in the room allows you to see his bronze skin above you, the happy trail that leads to what you need from him the most, and the erection that forms right under your very eyes.

He kisses you again and again, and then he leaves a wet trail of sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, nestling his head in between your breasts as you part your legs, allowing him sufficient space to grind. You let out a small gasp when you feel his hand reaching in between your legs to find your clit, rubbing as gently as he can while his mouth remains on yours.

You feel the urge to return the favor and reach to give his cock a few strokes. Javier grunts in the kiss, pulling away from you to stare in disbelief.

“Don’t,” is all he tells you.

“Why?”

He loses the string of thought the more he stares at you. He’s unable to tell you that he could come on the spot if you touch him one more time, or that any touch of yours brings him to his knees in an instant.

“Can’t handle it?” you tease, and keep jerking him off slowly.

He grunts, eyes fluttered shut. It’s not the first time he feels someone’s warm hand curled around his shaft, but it’s the first time he feels like he’s going to explode from a singular touch. You stroke him gently, way too slow for his personal taste, and when your thumb grazes the tip, wiping the bit of precum leaking already from it, Javier loses it completely: he moans so loud you might think something’s the matter.

But you do notice the expression on his face and stop, fearing for a moment. Hell, you even broke your no-talking rule already because of this, so it better be worth it.

“Turn around,” he grunts at you.

When you fail to comply with his request, he kisses you harshly again. “I said, turn the fuck around,” he repeats, a slap falling over your pussy.

You quiver, shocked at the sensation, more so because the slick sound that emerges from in between your legs is lewd and embarrassing for your pride, but oh so ecstatic.

Javier repeats the motion three more times, more rapidly, and you finally change your position, ass full on display for him. In the heat of the moment, you realize that it might actually be better this way. This way, you don’t see him and he doesn’t see you. You don’t have to acknowledge who the person that’s bringing you immense pleasure is.

Your gasp is broken in tiny several ones when you feel his warm mouth lapping at your folds. His large hands are on your ass, holding you in place, and his tongue does its devilish dance on your core. You almost lose balance from the intense pleasure. Jesus Christ, how the hell does it feel you’ve been deprived of any touch for months instead of a few days?

One of your hands reaches to hold onto the headboard, the other barely managing to support your weight as waves of pleasure hit you from behind. Your whole body is afire, your belly set to detonate at any given moment. Javier’s mouth, as frustrating as it may be on a daily basis, is working magic against your soaked folds right now. You don’t contain your moans, even though you hate giving him the satisfaction of knowing that it’s him who awakens those feelings and sounds out of you.

Before you know it, another sound escapes from your mouth; fleeting, whispered with disdain, and you can only pray he didn’t hear it.

Javier.

It’s his name that stains your lips now as you approach your climax. His first name that you haven’t addressed him by in years that is the center of your pleasure.

Suddenly, the burning ache in your belly vanishes as quickly as it came. You turn your head and see him above you, face darkened with lust and chest heaving with irregular breaths. You see his hand drop to his cock, and you moisten your lips in anticipation. You stare back at the wall, waiting, feeling painfully empty and lonely.

But not for long.

Javier finally slips inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation. He leans into you more, burying himself to the hilt as he presses a kiss on your back.

“You don’t want me to be good?” he asks.

It’s hard to process his words, let alone come up with your own. It’s not easier when Javier grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you backwards.

“Talk,” he orders.

“No,” you manage to get out. “No, I don’t—want you to be good. If you can even be that.”

You can barely breathe, anxiously waiting for him to move. Your words trigger him as he gives his first thrust, deep and hard, causing you to choke on air.

“This is all you need, isn’t it?” he grunts, starting to rut his hips against yours, hand pulling your hair tighter. “Someone to—fuck you rough and fast, hm?”

“Yes—“

“A cock filling you up—and nothing sweet.”

You can only moan your approval when he starts railing you, rough and fast, just as he had said; the grip he has over your hair tightens even more, and your ass bounces with each thrust he gives you. The feeling of his cock pushing through your warm, slick walls is simply maddening, and he doubts he’ll last for too long. Ideally, he’d fuck you through the night, till you can’t walk or talk, but this will have to do in the meantime.

Another means to an end.

The most intoxicating means to an end he’d ever known.

His grunts fill the room when he feels his climax fast approaching. His whole body burns with your presence, his cock twitches and he instinctively buries himself inside you as far as he can. The rush he gets then is simply incapacitating: he feels his cum pulse in strong jets, moving from his balls to his cock, running along the length and then release his load into you. He freezes as he lets himself go completely, letting go of your hair and grabbing your torso instead, bringing you to his chest and squeezing your breasts with his palms. His thrusts get sloppier, further apart, and he bites your earlobe, waiting to settle down.

It takes you a while to climb down from your own high, and it’s baffling to grasp the fact that you don’t want this moment to end. Javier’s hold over your body is powerful, yet strangely tender, and you feel safe and happy.

You actually feel happy having had Javier fuck you senseless.

“So this is how to shut you up,” he coos right in your ear.

You smirk. “I could’ve used my mouth in another way that might’ve agreed with you more.”

He’s the one that chuckles now, moving his hand to curl carefully around your neck. He craves to see your face right now, to see how beautifully fucked out you look because of him, but he resists the urge. He sits there, cock softening inside of you and his warm seed spilled shamelessly, and simmers with his own miserable thoughts.

“You’re such a filthy woman,” he tells you.

The last memory of that evening, even later when you walk out of his apartment, struggling to keep your compose and ignore the feeling of his seed still on your core, is you smiling fondly at him.

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Hey girl so I was thinking a tall reader with Nash and Jason possibly maybe more of jabberwock I haven’t seen a lot of people write for the rest of them..probably because they barely got any screen time like how Nash n Jason did,but if you can try that would be nice!!

Tall Gyal

Pairing: Jabberwocks x Tall!FemReader

Warning(s): None

A/N: You’re absolutely correct, we don’t see a lot for them! Allen’s is kinda short tho, ngl.

Summary: The Jabberwocks like tall girls too, don’t even lie and say they don’t.

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Jason

Still pinching and smacking and grabbing you everywhere. You thought being tall was gone save you? Uh-Uh. If anything, this makes it worse.

Or better? Maybe you like that.

Jay certainly does. It’s nice to not have to lean over or bend his knees to get a little action.

He loves it!

What he doesn’t love is the fact he can’t hide nothing from you. He’s used to putting stuff up high where he’s the only one who can reach it. Out of sight out of mind, right?

Wrong, cuz you can pull up a chair and see just fine. That and he’s not very original with his hiding spots so he’s practically inviting you to see all the snacks, surprise gifts and stuff you’re not supposed to know about.

He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that someone else can and will reach up in his zone and take all his goodies 😫

You got that man frantically opening cupboards and swiping the empty spaces on top multiple times cuz he swore he put his Cheetos up there!

“Y/n!”

“Whut?” Laid out on the couch with the remote and an orange bag, watching your favorite show without a care in the world. The great thing about Jason’s place? Everything is bigger than you, even the shower.

“You seen my Cheetos?!”

You roll up the half-empty Cheeto bag with loud, telltale crinkles and start on licking your fingertips clean of evidence. “Nope! Check the cupboards!”

“I looked there already!” He sticks his head in the living room and glares at you as you quickly tuck the bag under your body.

You pull your thumb out with a loud pop. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I saw that!”

You smile, not even the least bit guilty. “I figured since Nash put you guys on that special diet, you wouldn’t need them anyway?”

“Nash don’t run nothing up in here!” He snatches the remaining Cheetos from underneath you and looks pitifully at them. “Damn, girl! You put a hurting’ on these didn’t you? Always eating my stuff…"

“Didn’t you take my goldfish and never gave em back?!”

“Mannn, why you bringing up old beef?”

“It was last night…”

“Like I said, in the past.”

You just want to snatch his piercings off sometimes.

Zach

He prefers tall girls anyway. Not to say he won’t go for average/short girls, but he def has a favorite in tall babes, and an even bigger favorite in you.

When you’re his girl, it’s a wrap, DMs are closed. Ain’t nobody else getting in.

He looks scary to some but trust me, he is totally and irreversibly whipped for you.

Makes grumpy grunts and whines and moans when he doesn’t wanna do something but ultimately does it anyway.

Gives you plenty of attitude when he’s mad but will never put his hands on you. He’ll reach for you and you flinch thinking he’s about to get physical, but he just picks you up and puts you in the bedroom for a time out.

Always tries to butter you up with food and hugs and kisses after he makes you mad.

Always has you on the inner part of the sidewalk.

Makes any excuse to touch you respectfully. -turns to look at Jason over the rim of my shades-

Want to wear heels, but feel insecure about being too tall? Zach is not about to let that slide.

He’s buying you heels and that’s final!

And not only that, he’s sliding them on your feet in the store and buckling/tying them up before taking your hands and helping you stand up in them.

Let somebody say sum to make you feel insecure about it.

“Go head! Say it with your chest! It’s not gone come out a second time so make it count.”

Happens to be a very talented dancer, and loves taking you to parties so he can show you off. Tends to reel back just so he can watch you do your thing in the shoes he got you.

Sometimes gets impatient for the slow songs so he can hold you close.

Sometimes doesn’t even wait and intimidates/bribes the DJ into putting on your favorite slow song to dance to.

Can’t even imagine a feeling better than holding you.

Nick

He’s just so happy you like him back.

All the girls usually go for Nash. 🥲

Shows out on the court when he notices you’re in the stands watching one of his games.

Jabberwocks ain’t never seen this man hustle so hard.

Cuz yeah, he did invite you and all, but you actually showed up 🥹

Like, you don’t understand, his heart is doing backflips in his chest. He cannot embarrass himself in front of you right now.

His teammates notice he keeps looking over at you and get nosy.

“Dayummmmm! She kinda bad tho!”

“That your girl, Nicky boy?”

“Yup~.”

They start setting Nick up for passes while having a whole interrogation in the middle of the game. 💀

Since when did he have a girl?

How come he’s never brought you around?

You were way too fine for him… but did you have a sister?

Nick stopped in his tracks and passed to Zach so he could fix Allen with a stare.

“What?”

“Really?”

“Quit being stingy! We could do double dates!”

Gets super excited when the game is over and you’re waiting for him to come over to you.

You looked so cool, leaning back on your ride with your shades propped up on your head and one ankle crossed over the other.

It was also easier to notice something about you that wasn’t so obvious when you were sitting… not that it mattered but…

“She kinda tall tho…”

Zach rolls his eyes. “Allen shut up.”

“I see why Nick was scared earlier, she bout as big as he is!”

Allen squints at Jason. “I know you ain’t calling nobody big, Paul Bunyan.”

“Cut it out.” Nash acts bored with the whole thing but he’s definitely watching from the corner of his eye.

You grab fistfuls of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss.

Allen

Allen’s not a complicated dude. He likes video games, anime, and basketball.

He doesn’t like getting into arguments with you and is generally chill with you.

Also likes that you’re closer to his height so he can grab you up.

He’s a straight clown and will act a right fool with most girls, but around you, he gets extra shy and acts aloof.

Thinks you’re kinda intimidating at first, but when he gets to know you he lets out his inner goof a bit and makes you laugh.

Nash does not let this man sit next to Jason when traveling, cuz when those two get together it’s over for everyone. Allen’s assigned seat is next to you.

Which is okay with him, if he can’t crack jokes with Jason he’ll just show you the newest Ninja Turtles movie trailer.

Has a million different playlists that he trades with you.

Doesn’t mind if your feet are in his lap when he plays video games.

Gamer lovers~

Tucks you in when you fall asleep before him, carefully removing your shoes and settling blankets over you.

Is extremely private about his relationship.

Has a whole system for buying consoles and games and will get you whatever you want.

Will carry you in any multiplayer game.

Is all for equality so if you’re higher than him he will let you carry.

Nash

Obsessed with your legs and loves to run his hands up the length of them when you’re in his lap.

They belong everywhere, on the couch, on the dashboard, heck, put them around his waist, he ain't mad.

Traveling first class is a given and that extra space is heaven.

Zach and Nash are brothers in arms when buying shoes for their baby girls.

He doesn’t care how tall you are, you’re still getting them.

So, remember when Jason couldn’t stand you cuz Nash is always letting you have your way?

He figured out how to take advantage of that 😂

Like you’ll actually have stuff in common and so seven times out of ten, when he wants something and knows Nash ain’t rolling with it, he’ll try to get you to ask for it.

Like when you want that one cousin your mom likes to ask if ya’ll can do something cuz you know if you ask she’s gonna say no?

You, my friend, are that cousin.

“Bro, you trying to go bowling again?”

Nash gives him a thumbs down and makes a buzzer noise. “Pick something else.”

“Mannnn.” He immediately turns to his trump card when you walk in “Yo, Y/n! YOU tryna go bowling again?”

“Are we going for real?!”

“What? No.”

“Aww, but why?” You drop into his lap a little too hard and he grunts but pulls you up against him into a more comfortable position.

“We went bowling yesterday,” he drums his fingers on your hip, “pick something else.”

“Well, we could do whatever you want first and then go!” You look up at him with soft eyes and just… ugh. The begging. He could handle attitude but was weak against the begging. “Please, baby?”

There was no way in hell he could refuse. You did give his interests first priority… His head falls back and he lets out a loud sigh before giving your thigh a light smack.

“Go get your shoes.”

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #courtsidewith #courtsidewithjs #courtsidewithng #courtsidewithallen #courtsidewithnick #courtsidewithzach #jason silver x reader #jason silver #nash gold jr x reader #nash gold jr #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader

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heytherejulia · 2 years ago

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I'll be here with you if you need me ~ Peter Parker

pairing: homecoming!peter parker x reader

warning: mention of hospitals, slight mention of blood, swearning but mostly fluff

summary: all you need is a little bit of love from your boyfriend

word count: 1,5k

author's note: i haven't been here for a long time but i'm getting closer to my first examination session in college and going through my notes i found it in my drafts and thought it would be nice to actually show you something that i've written back in lockdown, love you all, jules xx

You were having a really shitty day and all you needed was a moment of peace in your boyfriend's arms, maybe hot tea and maybe a nap, so that’s exactly why you found yourself standing in front of Peter's apartment pulling the door handle.

You didn't knock because you knew you didn't have to. Aunt May always was so kind to you, Ned, Betty and MJ, always so welcoming with open arms and a big smile on her face. There was complete silence in the apartment when you entered. The only sound you could hear was the clatter of plates tapping against each other. You headed towards the kitchen to say hi to your boyfriend's aunt.

‘Hi, May.’

‘Oh, hi, honey. Peter is out at the moment, but he should be back soon. If you want, you can wait in his room.’

You weren’t surprised at all. It was always like that, whenever you made plans together or just wanted to spend some time with each other, some villain had to attack at the exact time. You were aware that none of you two, not even Avengers, could possibly control when the baddies are gonna attack but it still was highly annoying.

You smiled at the woman and went to your boyfriend's room. To be honest, you haven’t been here as often as you would've wanted to. You usually met out in town with Betty, MJ and Ned or hung out at your place, so you were soaking up every minute of being in his room.

It wasn’t much different than any other teenager's room you've seen, with a keen interest in studying. On the desk were torn books and notes, in the drawers you were sure were vials with his web fluid and the drafts of some projects, and on the cupboard above the desk there were several framed photos. Peter with May during his childhood, Peter with Ned at the chemistry contest, a photo of his classmates, Peter with Ned, Betty, MJ and you from one of your meetings, and the last photo of you and Peter smiling wildly at Ned as he took photos of you at the homecoming.

You were sitting like that for about ten minutes when the window opened and Peter crawled inside in his Spider-man suit. You were almost sure he didn’t notice you because he clicked a spider on his chest and the suit fell on the floor and Peter collapsed on the bed right away. He was a bit beaten up and had a few scratches, but nothing more than that.

‘Hey Peter.’ He shuddered and looked at you with a surprised expression. He got up from the bed and walked over to the chair where you were sitting.

‘Hi baby.’ As soon as he came over, you stood up and put your arms around his neck. He picked you up and sat you on the desk. He dug gently against your lips, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other on your neck. After a while, you broke away from him and nestled against his chest.

‘Good to see you.’ You whispered, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. A little bit too soon for your liking you stepped out from his embrace and took the first aid kit out of the drawer in his desk.

‘Sit down, I'll fix it for you.’

You started cleaning his wounds and scratches on his face when Peter was just sitting there scanning your figure carefully.

‘You alright?’ His question didn't surprise you, because he could always notice the slightest change in your mood or demeanor. You weren’t really into physical affection or PDA. Yeah sure, you loved when Peter hugged you or when you were just talking about how you both feel, but you weren’t used to long cuddle sessions or pouring your heart out and weren’t so good at showing him how much you cared.

The truth was that you both didn't have that many opportunities to be physically together all the time, so things like that happened rather rarely. Neither of you really have that much of a free time that you could use for just being together. Of course, there were times when you were able to just be there for each other, but it just happened from time to time.

And to be honest, after a day consisting only of shitty events, you were just glad to feel his body heat against you. Your grandmother, who ended up in the hospital, your chemistry test that you most likely failed, and a fight with your parents effectively took away all your enthusiasm and any life energy.

When you finished cleaning him up, you hugged him again. You remained in this position, with the question suspended between you two for several minutes, until you accidentally hit the box of pens with your hand and it landed on the floor. It took a moment to see that the organizer that had fallen was a ceramic mug with a photo of Peter and May. You felt even worse because you didn't want to break the gift that his aunt once gave him. You got up from the desk and started picking up the remains of the mug with shaking hands.

‘I’m so so sorry, Peter, I really didn't want to break it, I know this gift meant a lot to you.’

‘Hey, hey, hey, take it easy, it's okay, nothing happened. Leave it or you'll hurt yourself.’ Peter took the broken parts of something that used to be his mug of pens out of your hand and threw them into the trash. ‘Are you sure you're okay?’

You stared at him, knowing you were about to cry if he kept looking at you like that. With so much worry and concern. You just shook your head.

‘Nanny is in the hospital. Doctors aren't that optimistic about her chances of recovery.’ You whispered. Peter froze in place, just looking at the window behind you for a moment. He looked back at you.

‘I'm so sorry, Y/N/N. Come on, I'll make you some tea.’ You followed Peter to the kitchen, noticing on the way there that May had already left for work. You watched the boy turn on the electric kettle, then he took out two colorful mugs and threw green tea leaves into them. After a while, he put both teas on the table and sat down next to you. ‘Do you want to tell me about it?’

You thought about it for a moment because you weren't sure if you wanted to talk about it. Eventually you licked your chapped lips and started talking.

‘Last week ... Nanna mentioned something about not feeling well, but then she said that everything is okay and she’s okay and now she's in the hospital because she had a heart attack. She’s lying there because I didn't go to visit her because I found that chemistry test more important than her. This is all my fault, Peter. Mine.’

‘It's not like that, baby, and you know it perfectly well.’ He knelt in front of you and took your hands in his. ‘You couldn't have predicted something like this would happen if she openly said she was fine and was feeling okay.’ He got up and pulled your hand and started walking towards the living room. You sat down on the couch, and Peter took the blanket from beside him and covered both of you, then pulled you to his chest and hugged you tightly.

‘I cannot promise you that everything will be alright, but I can promise you that I will be there for you all the time you need me.’ You smiled slightly.

‘What about the friendly neighborhood Spider-man? Who will be returning stolen bicycles to people at this time?’

‘I think Mr. Stark's suits may stop dusting for a while, and can replace me.’ he said, pecking your nose. ‘The friendly neighborhood Spider-man has to deal with his closest neighborhood and let go of chasing thieves in the streets of Queens for a while."

You leaned over him and grabbed his face in your hands, then kissed him. Peter grabbed your waist and kissed you back.

‘Thank you. For everything, Peter.’ He smiled gently and pulled you to his chest again. You wrapped your arms around his waist and allowed yourself a moment to take a break from whatever had been on your mind lately. And you lay cuddled until the late evening, when May came home from work and called you for dinner. And you stayed with him for the whole week, you spent the afternoons in the same way like today, until your Grandma came home.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #the avengers #spiderman

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straylightdream · 4 years ago

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between the lines: b.c (m)

feat: Bang Chan x f.reader

arranged Marriage au

word count: 12.5k

↳ After being used a nothing more then a pawn to gain the upper hand on Chan. They’re left in a strained marriage and only one way out.

warnings: angst, sexual content: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, nickname such as princess

an: if anyone is interested in any other arranged marriage stories with any of the other stray kids feel free to let me know.

He didn’t love you and you were aware of that. He never wanted to marry you to begin with. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip used against him.

Laying in your shared bed, his back was to you as you stared at his bare skin. You’re on your seventh month of marriage and he won’t even touch you. You only share the same bed because the “guest” room in his penthouse is used as his library/office.

In the months you’ve been married he’s kissed you once, and that was at the end of your vows. The only slight sign of effect he shows is when you’re forced to attend events together. He’ll hold your hand to make a show of your marriage. To anyone on the outside looking in, your marriage seems great. The prodigal son Bang Chan married the heiress to one the biggest banks in the city.

Your marriage was forced when your father stepped in between Chan and his attempts to buy new land. Chan’s father was in debt to your family. The debt was too much for Chan to pay off without losing half his fortunes so your father gave him another option. Marry his only child, you. Your father mentioned that Chan must remain married to you for a minimum of ten years. There was a single loophole that could cut that time in half, and that was to give your father a grandchild. A new heir to the fortune.

Before your marriage to Chan you weren’t even sure if you even wanted children, but since getting married you were wondering if you should try to have a child in a couple years to cut Chan’s suffering in half. Anytime you thought about being intimate with Chan with the intentions of making a child, you quickly remember he can barely touch you. There’s no way he could stomach making a child with you.

Looking at the bright alarm clock sitting on your nightstand you see the clock reads two in the morning. Slowly you crawl out of bed attempting to not wake your sleeping husband. Your feet touch the cool dark hardwood floor sending a shiver down your spine. Walking over toward your closet you step into your slippers and pull on a silk robe.

Heading off to the kitchen you work on making yourself a cup of tea. Reaching into the cupboard you pull out your favorite light blue mug. It’s the first mug you drank out of when you moved into your shared home. This mug has always given you a sense of comfort.

After pouring yourself a cup of tea you move to the living room sitting on the overpriced couch that sits under the window that looks out into the city below you. You sit cross legged and let out a heavy sigh. You feel so conflicted, most nights you haven’t been able to sleep recently. Your life by all means is perfect, the only problem is you’re in a loveless marriage. That is a lie, you are indeed in love with your husband, he just doesn’t love you. You aren’t even sure if he even likes being around you. You can’t explain why you fell in love with him, maybe it stems from your crush you had on him before you got married.

Chan isn’t mean to you, by any means. He’s just quite cold. Whenever he’s home he’s quite distant. The only time you really ever spend time together is when you’re sharing a bed.

You hand clutch your light blue cup as you stare at the warm liquid. You feel so overwhelmed by everything. There’s an emptiness in your chest that you can’t seem to fill. You can’t help but wonder if you'll feel this way for the next nine and half years of your life.

You hear footsteps and you look up to find your husband.

“Why are you up?” he says walking into the living room. He’s dressed in only a low hanging pair of sweatpants that is showing off his little happy trail.

“I can’t sleep,” you sigh.

“You haven’t really been sleeping at all recently,” he says, pushing his hand through his fluffy curls. It’s clear even though it doesn’t seem like he pays attention to what you do, he's actually aware of what you’re doing.

“I have a lot on my mind,” you bring the blue mug up to your lips and take a sip of your tea.

“Do you need to talk about it,” he sits down on the chair that is near the couch you’re sitting on.

“No I don’t need to burden you,” he’s never cared about what’s going on in your life. You aren’t sure why he would care now.

You both sit there in silence for a long moment. Things feel so awkward between you, and you hate it. You never planned on being in a marriage where it’s clear your husband is never going to love you.

“Chan,” you say softly, staring at the brown liquid in your cup.

“Yes?”

“Have you thought about the five year exit plan instead of waiting the ten years?” You aren’t sure why you said it that way, but it’s probably because you feel awkward bringing up the idea of having sex with your husband.

His warm eyes go wide as he stares at you in disbelief for a moment. His lips pursed together as he stared at you.

“Do you want an honest answer?” His face softens.

You know whatever he says is probably going to hurt, but you know what he’s been thinking about, “yes.”

“Yeah. I’ve thought about it a lot. I don’t think it’s fair to you.”

You suddenly feel so strange. You’re surprised he’s even taken your feelings into consideration.

“I don’t think any of this is fair to you,” you sigh.

“It’s not, but I can’t knock you up and leave you with a piece of me so I can try to get out of this marriage early,” his statement is meant to come off as sweet, but part of it hurts. Maybe because it’s a reminder that he doesn’t ever plan on loving you.

“If you want to try for a child, to walk away early I won’t ask you to stick around after you’re able to divorce me,” you sit the blue cup on the coffee table in front of you.

“What?” His voice raises as he stares at you, “I know we don’t have a normal marriage, but I want you to know that if we make the choice to have a child I won’t do that. I’m not a coward, I’m also not an asshole. I would never use you to conceive a child, just to toss you to the side.”

“Chan, if you want to have a child to try to get out of this early I want you to know I’m okay with that. I know it might be asking a lot because we aren’t intimate in any way, but could do insemination if that would make you more comfortable.”

“Please stop. You make it sound like the thought of us having sex is disgusting,” he sounds completely annoyed.

“It doesn’t disgust me. I just thought it might make you more comfortable.”

He stands up quickly and shakes his head, “YN, let’s have this conversation at another time. Let’s go to bed.”

“Okay,” you say meekly before following him to your bedroom.

Laying in bed again, this time you’re facing away from him. For some reason you can’t help but cry. Maybe because it’s clear he doesn’t return your feelings.

“YN?” He says softly.

You pause for a long moment deciding to pretend you’re asleep.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all this. I think it’s clear you think I hate you, but I want you to know I don’t. I’ll be honest I didn’t want to get married, and we don’t have a conventional marriage,” he pauses for a long moment. “But you don’t disgust me or anything like that. I think you’re a kind person, and you didn’t deserve to get put into this situation with me.” Tears slide down your cheek as you listen to him tell you how he’s really feeling. “Please don’t cry. I feel like in the last seven months you have shed too many tears over me.”

“You clearly don’t want this marriage and we have nine more years of this,” you sniffle back tears, not bother trying to hide the fact that you’re crying.

“We’ll figure this out,” you feel the bed start to move behind you. You’re completely caught off guard when he wraps his arm around your soft tummy and holds you against him for the first time.

You desperately want to tell him you love him, but you won’t. You openly cry as he holds you. For the first time ever he holds as you fall asleep.

When the sun comes up you wake up and find Chan gone. The thoughts of last night seem like a distant memory. Padding across the dark hardwood floor you walk into the living room to find your cup from last night still on the coffee table but now accompanied with a note next to it.

Sorry I had to leave before you woke up, I had to go to work. When I get home I would like to talk some more. After last night it’s become clear to me we need to work as a team. We’re husband and wife and we shouldn’t be strangers. - Chan

7 months ago

Walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress that would have been a dream of yours to wear if it was a different situation. You force a smile in a room filled with people. Your eyes look on Chan’s as he stares at you with an undistinguishable look. Stopping in front of him you zone out as the man who is officiating the wedding starts to speak. Chan’s eyes lock on yours and suddenly you see nothing more than sadness.

You’re so focused on the man in front of you, you barely hear the man officiating your wedding ask for Chan to say his vows.

“I Bang Chan promise to look after you, provide for you and support you no matter what. I will care and love and protect you,” Your stomach turns as you listen to him lie about loving you. He doesn’t want this marriage and he doesn’t plan on loving you.

When it’s your turn to say your vows you take a deep breath blinking back the tears that are threatening to fall. “I YN, promise to love and cherish you. I’ll be there for you no matter what,” your vows were short. You didn’t know how else you could lie to yourself and everyone else in the room.

The rest of the ceremony continues and you see Chan still has the same sad look in his eyes. Closing your eyes tightly you push back the tears that keep threatening to fall.

When it finally becomes time to say “I do” Chan rushes to say it like he’s trying to end his suffering.

“I do,” you say softly, just ready for this show to be over.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Chan audibly swallows as he steps towards you. Closing your eyes you wait for his next move. His hand gently rests on your cheek pushing away the stray tear that’s fallen. Leaning towards you he presses his lips to yours. He lingers there for a moment staying still before he starts to move his lips against yours.

There’s a tightening feeling in your chest as you kiss your husband. He pulls away from you and gives you a forced smile as he takes your hand.

Your wedding reception is nothing but a show of your fake marriage. To anyone on the outside looking in other than your immediate family and close friends this looks like a perfectly normal wedding. Your husband is holding your hand leading you around the room introducing you as his wife. A handful of people have asked why you had such a short engagement. Chan made a little story about a whirlwind romance and this just made sense.

Your first dance leaves you with that empty feeling in your chest once again. His hands are resting on your hips as your arms are wrapped around his neck standing close to him.

Looking at the ground you try not to make eye contact with Chan any longer then you need to.

“It will be over soon,” he whispers, catching your attention. Looking up at him you sigh.

“We have ten years of this.”

“At least the wedding is over soon,” he says softly.

He was right, the wedding was over in a couple hours. Walking into the suite your parents booked for you. You paused and slipped your heels off. The door shuts behind you and you glance back at your now husband. You walk over to the dresser where a bottle of champagne sits. Picking the bottle up you hold it out towards Chan who’s taking his tie off.

“Did you want to drink?” he asks.

“I thought maybe you would want to.”

That night there wasn’t any wedding night sex or anything close to that. After sharing a glass of champagne the most sexual thing that happened was Chan unzipped your dress so you could take a shower. That night you didn’t even share a bed. Chan slept on the couch and you slept alone in the large bed. This was the first night you fell asleep crying over your now husband.

You aren’t exactly sure how he plans on making your marriage work like a team. Up until last night you barely even spoke. Something happened last night that tugged on the seams on your marriage and things have suddenly started unraveling.

Sitting in your office at your father's bank you stare at the paperwork on your desk. You work in the investment loans department. The first time you ever saw your husband was when he walked past your office for a meeting with your father. You had no clue about the debt his father had left to him. You didn’t know the first time he walked past you in a navy suit that he was your future husband.

Your whole day at work you constantly seemed to think about Chan, and what he could possibly want to talk about.

The day passed by in blur. You decided to make dinner for your husband so you could sit down to talk. With a glass of wine in front of you. You sit down at the expensive table in your dining room. An hour passed when Chan should have been home. Dinner is now cold as you stare at the meal you worked hard on. Pulling your plate close to you. You start eating your dinner alone in silence as anger and sadness starts to set in.

Your three glasses of wine into the bottle when you’ve put away Chan’s dinner. Laying on the couch you try your hardest to keep a level head and tell yourself you shouldn’t be hurt that he’s late, but the longer you lay there. The madder you get.

After your fourth glass of wine you’ve opted for sleeping on the couch.

Around eleven at night the front door finally opens and your husband walks in to find you asleep on the couch with a half drank bottle of wine on the coffee table. Walking over to the couch he picks up your sleeping body and carries you off to your room.

You wake up to the feeling of him laying you down on your bed. Your eyes pop open and you can’t push away the anger and hurt you feel as you look at your husband.

“I made dinner for you. I waited for you.”

“I’m sorry I had business to attend to,” he sighs with a guilty feeling in his stomach.

“I’m tired of all this,” you whisper. “I’m tired of waiting for you. I’m tired of feeling lonely.” You roll over so your back is to your husband.

He moves so he’s standing on your side of the bed. He hates that he’s caused you this much pain.

“YN,” he says standing near his side of the closet. There’s a guilty look on his face as he starts to loosen his tie.

“Chan, what could you possibly want? It’s all too clear that this marriage is nothing but an inconvenience to you. I’m really sorry I’m a burden but I can’t do anything about it,” tears slide down your cheek as you finally let him know how you truly feel.

A heavy sigh passes his lips as he pulls his tie off.

“I’m just tired of this. All this fucking hurts. I’ve felt lonely my entire life, but this is different. Before I was lonely because I didn’t fit into my parents high society life. I feel lonely now because it’s clear I don’t fit into your life.”

His head drops as the feeling of being a disappointment washes over your husband.

“Can you please put a bed in your library? I would prefer we don’t share a bed anymore,” you roll over once again turning your back to Chan.

“I don’t want to do that,” he says barely loud enough for you to hear him.

The room feels different as you lay there crying. You hear Chan walk around the room getting ready for bed. Ten minutes later your eyes open as the bed in front of you dips. You start to roll over to turn your back to him, but before you can move he reaches out stopping you.

“I’m an idiot. I’m aware I haven’t made this easy on you and I’m sorry. We’re a team here and I want to fix things between us. If we’re gonna be married, maybe we could at least be friends. I hate that you keep crying over me.”

You stare at him silently. There is so much you want to say to him, but you know you can’t. The man laying in bed next to you isn’t the villain in this situation. He’s a man who held power and your father felt threatened by him so he used you as a bargaining chip to gain the upper hand. Your husband, the man you share a bed with may not love you, but it’s clear he’s sorry you’ve been a casualty of this war. Even though he’s clearly sorry about hurting your feelings, one thing has become clear: you now must put up walls to protect your heart.

Four months later

Things between you and Chan are slightly different. He spends more time at home and when he’s home he’s been attempting to talk to you more. Things between you are still very awkward to say the least.

The closest thing you’ve had to intimacy since that night is he holds your hand at a company party and public events.

Tonight is nothing but one of those company events except this time your parents are also attending. You’re dressed in an elaborate black beaded dress as you stand next to your husband who is dressed for this black tie event. Your eyes wander through the sea of nameless people flaunting their money at this event. Taking a deep breath a heavy sigh passes your lips.

Your husband reaches down, taking your hand in his. You glance over at him and he squeezes your hand gently.

“It’s almost over,” he whispers, leaning in close to you. It’s the same sentence he whispered to you at your wedding.

“I hate these events,” you look over at him.

“I know you do,” he drags his thumb across your hand.

“If it’s not the Bang’s,” your mother's voice catches you and your husband's attention.

“Mother,” you instinctively grip your husband's hand.

“How's my beautiful daughter and her husband?” your mother walks over with a glass of champagne in her hand. Your mother excels at attending these types of events. You were born into money so these types of situations are second nature to her.

“Mother we’re doing well,” you slightly lie. You aren’t exactly sure where you and Chan stand at the moment. In the four months that have passed things are still strained.

“Your father and I have a gift for your anniversary.”

There’s a piece of you that has buried the idea of your anniversary deep inside your brain. Why would you celebrate something that doesn’t matter to your husband? It's just another day you tell yourself.

“Oh you do?” Chan finally speaks up.

“Honey,” your mother walks away to grab your father. She pulls him back still carrying her glass of champagne.

“Tell your daughter and Chan what we have for them.”

“Well YN and Chan we bought you plane tickets and booked you a villa to go on an anniversary trip together.”

“Chan is very busy with work there is no way we could go,” you quickly say. You know Chan has no desire to go on a vacation with you

“I could take time off.” Chan says as he drags his thumb across your skin again.

You stand there completely confused on why he would want to go on this trip. Your husband continues to make small talk with your parents before your father is dragged off to talk to someone else.

After the conversation with your parents everything seems like a blur as you overthink your whole conversation with your parents. Why would Chan possibly want to go on this trip with you?

It’s five minutes to midnight when you arrive home. You take off your heels at the door and take them in your hand heading off to your room. Walking off to the closet you put your heels away. Standing in your bedroom you turn around to find your husband standing in your room. He pushed his finger through his fluffy hair as his warm eyes locked on yours.

“Can you help me unzip this?” You pull your hair away from the zipper. He steps towards you and places his hand gently on your waist. A nervous feeling bubbles in your stomach as his hand lingers there for a long moment. You hear him swallow loudly as he stands behind you.

“Chan?” You say softly. Not even sure what else you should say.

“Happy anniversary,” he says softly. Your eyes shoot over to the clock on the wall to see that it’s one minute past midnight and officially your anniversary.

You coldly say, “it’s just another day.”

“Go on that anniversary trip with me,” he says as he slowly unzips your dress.

“Why?” You can’t seem to understand why he wants to go on this trip.

“I think it would be good for us to spend some one on one time together.”

You step away from and look at him completely confused on what is going on in his mind. He’s never once asked for you to go away with him. You spent your entire honeymoon alone while he took care of business.

“I spent our honeymoon alone. I would prefer not to do that again. Besides you have work you have to attend to, and I also have my own job,” you hold your dress up and walk off towards the bathroom where you have your pajamas waiting for you.

Standing in the master bathroom you shut the door and let out a heavy sigh as you let the expensive dress fall to the floor. You change into a comfy shirt and a pair of sleep shorts before you go through your nightly routine removing the evidence of your party you just attended. Hanging the dress on the back of the door you look at it for a long moment before walking out of the bathroom. You find your husband sitting on your side of the bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. The sight of his exposed body makes you swallow, at how beautiful he is. It’s not fair that the beautiful man you’re forced to be married to won’t ever see you in a sexual manner. It is unusual for him to sleep in only boxers. Normally he sleeps in sweatpants or lounge pants.

Your eyes lock on his warm ones and it’s clear he’s waiting for you.

“Please go on this trip with me,” he finally speaks up.

“Why?”

“Because I told you four months ago I want to make this work. It’s clear things between us are still strained and maybe this could help us,” he stands up and walks towards you.

“Our anniversary doesn’t mean anything. It’s just another day,” you’re attempting to keep your walls built up protecting your damaged heart.

“It could mean something,” he reaches up and pushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Stepping back you shake your head, “please don’t say things to me you don’t actually mean.”

He knows deep down inside that no matter what he does he hurts you. He’s trying his hardest right now but nothing seems to be working.

Walking away from him you crawl under the covers and turn on your side so your back is to him. The bed dips behind you and quickly feel his warm body near yours.

“Please go on this trip with me.”

“Chan,” you let out a heavy sigh.

“I won’t work the whole time I’m there. It will just be us,” he says, reaching out resting his hand on your arm.

“If I agree to go. Can we maybe start trying to do the five year exit plan?”

The room is suddenly silent. You’ve never heard silence quite this loud before. You hear your husband swallow and take a deep breath.

“If you want a baby that badly to get out of this marriage, I’ll do whatever you want.” He sounds sad as he speaks to you. The bed moves behind as he moves so his back is to yours.

You fall asleep knowing that both of you are hurt and neither of you know how to fix this.

The following morning things between you and your husband feel tense. You wake up alone in bed, and expect to find him gone for the day. Walking into the kitchen you’re shocked to find your husband cooking breakfast. He’s dressed in just a pair of lounge pants and slippers. He turns around a smile as he sees you.

“Good morning,” he says as he pours you a cup of coffee.

“Morning.”

“I made breakfast, I think we need to sit down and have a long talk.”

You look at the clock to see that your husband definitely should not be home right now. His work day was supposed to start over an hour ago.

You sit down at the table taking your cup of coffee. You can't help the little smile that forms on your lips at the fact he used your favorite cup. He walks into the dining area and places a plate in front of you. He sits down at the table across from you.

“I’ve thought about a lot of things since last night,” he says.

“About what?”

“Well first I think it’s clear you can’t stand the thought of being in this marriage for another nine years. So I think it’s only right if I just pay your father the money I owe him.”

“Wait Chan that would take over half your fortune,” you put the cup down on the table and look at your husband in shock. If he was to walk away from this marriage he would lose almost everything. You couldn’t ever live with yourself if he gave it all up for you.

“It’s not fair to you that the only way to end this early is to have a child,” he says, picking up his chopsticks.

“Chan is the thought of having sex with me really that repulsive that you would give up everything you worked for instead of having a child with me?” He’s wounded your pride without even trying at this point.

“YN I don’t think you realize that the reason I have been against this has nothing to do with having sex with you. I would take you right now on this table and wouldn’t have to think twice about it. You might not think I’m attracted to you, but I am. I’m hesitant because I don’t want you to have to feel like you would be alone with our child.”

His first sentence felt like a sucker punch to your stomach. You weren’t prepared for his response at all.

“I wouldn’t feel like I’m doing it alone. Even if we conceived a child today I would at least have you around for a few years of the child’s life. I also don’t think you’re the type of man that would abandon me fully. I just think if we had this child and then divorced you could at least move on and date women you’re interested in.”

You look down at the beautiful breakfast he’s made for you.

“Here’s the deal then. We’re gonna go on that trip and then I’ll put a baby in you if it will make you happy.”

Your stomach does a little flip as you look up quickly and knit your brows together processing what he just said to you.

“Okay I’ll go on this trip with you.”

The statement of Chan saying “ he would put a baby in you” left you feeling strange. The thought of having sex with your husband was hanging over your head leaving you feeling strange.

Sitting in the airport with Chan sitting next to you, you couldn’t believe you actually agreed to go on this trip. Chan is scrolling through his phone as you’re waiting to board your flight.

“How long are we going to be gone?” you ask.

“Seven days.”

In the whole time you’ve been married Chan has barely taken any time off. He even works a lot of weekends. You couldn’t believe that he would possibly take seven days off of work for this vacation.

Boarding the plane you sit next to your husband in first class and wonder if this trip can actually do anything to help your marriage. One year of marriage and you still feel lonely. The aching feeling in your chest is a reminder your husband doesn’t love you.

The plan takes off and without even thinking Chan reaches out taking your hand in yours. Gently squeezing your hand almost as a friendly reminder he remembers you don’t like flying. The plane ride to your vacation is long. Arriving at the beautiful beach resort you’re escorted by a host to a beautiful private villa.

You walk around the villa taking in its beauty. You notice right away there is only one bed. There’s a nervous feeling in your stomach wondering if Chan plans on trying to conceive a child on this vacation. A sad look is on your face as you let out another sigh.

“Do you hate me?” He lets out a heavy sigh as he sits down on the bed.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you process his statement.

“No.”

“I understand I haven’t made this easy. I know in the beginning I wasn’t around much and when I was home I was cold. I didn’t mean to be, but to be honest I didn’t know what to do. Before all this we didn’t know a lot about each other. Sure we used to see each other at events and we made small talk here and there, but we didn’t know each other,” he sounds so conflicted as he speaks to you.

“You know the first time we met you hit on me?” you sit down on the bed next to him.

“That was before I knew who your father was.” Chan remembers the first time he saw you. You were standing at an event your mother was hosting. You were dressed in a blush colored dress. You were standing away from the sea of people off in your own little world. He went over to speak to you and hit on you, he stopped the moment your father walked over and properly introduced you two.

“The first time we met was intoxicating to me. You were the first man who ever seemed to show me attention at those events. Knowing who my father is scared a lot of men off. I mean he clearly scared you off the second he came over,” you nervously play with the edge of your sweater.

“I wish I could go back in time and treat you better. I would try my hardest not to be so distant.”

“I think we both would change a lot of things,” you say.

“Let’s work on changing those things now.”

Chan stands up watching you for a moment with his hands shoved into his pockets. “Did you maybe want to go down to the pool?” he asks, catching your attention?

“Like go swimming?” the last time you went on your honeymoon with your husband he didn’t go to the pool once with you. You spent your whole trip alone.

“Okay.”

Grabbing your suitcase you rummage through finding your mint colored two piece you brought. Walking off to the bathroom you get changed. You stare in the mirror and tell yourself that this trip is gonna help you and Chan’s relationship.

Walking out into the main area you find Chan standing there in his swimsuit. You can’t help but let your eyes roam his tone body.

“Ready?” He gives you a smile holding his hand out.

Hesitantly you take his hand. He leads you out of the villa towards the quiet pool area. There’s only a few people around, none of them near the area Chan leads you towards. He stops at a cabana that has his name on it.

“Did you want a drink before we swim?” he asks, sitting his phone down on a table by two lounge chairs.

“No I’m okay,” you say looking down at your hand as he still holds on to you.

“Let’s go swimming,” he says.

He leads the way towards the swallow end of the water. The water is warm as you step in. Chan releases your hand as you step and start walking further into the warmth. You stop once the water is right below your shoulders. Chan follows you and stops right in front of you.

“I should have spent more time with you on our honeymoon,” he says, stepping closer to you. “Do you think things would be any different if we did spend our honeymoon together?”

“Honestly, probably not. Spending a vacation together in the beginning wouldn't make you suddenly in love with me.”

“From this moment on, we need to be a team,” he says standing right in front of you.

“What does being a team involve?” You tilt your head to the side wondering what exactly he means.

“Well first of all. If I hurt your feelings you need to tell me. Also we’re gonna start trying to have a baby.”

“Okay. If you can fully try, I can try.”

He reaches out resting his hand on your hip underwater standing right in front of you. You can’t help the warm feeling in your stomach as he stares at you.

“Can we order room service tonight? I’m quite tired,” you ask.

“Yeah we can.”

You spend the afternoon hanging in the pool before both of your stomachs start to growl. Heading back to your room you decide to take a shower while Chan orders room service for the both of you.

Walking out in the main area you find Chan looking through a travel book. He’s now dressed in just a pair of sweatpants.

“What do you think about heading to the beach tomorrow?” he asks, setting the book down on the coffee table in front of him.

“That could be fun,” you're shocked he’s actually following through with his promise to spend the whole trip with you.

“I ordered dinner for us. It should be here within the next half hour.”

It’s not long before dinner arrives and Chan suggests sitting on the bed and eating while watching a tv show together. During this trip this is the most one on one time you’ve spent with your husband. You’ve never done something so casual together. After eating dinner you lay down having a hard time focusing on the show. Your mind seems to be everywhere.

Laying flat on your back in bed you stare at the ceiling awkwardly. The bed shifts next to you and Chan lays down next to you. Reaching across the bed Chan takes your hand in his. Looking over at him he gives you a soft smile.

“Did you want to start trying tomorrow?” He finally asked the question that seemed to be eating you alive.

“Yes,” you don’t even think about it. You just respond.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are.”

You stay silent, unsure of what you should even say.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, gently squeezing your hand.

“Yeah I am,” there's a nervous feeling bubbling in your stomach.

“Please don’t be. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You know deep down inside that even if Chan doesn’t love you, he would never do anything to hurt you or leave you feeling uncomfortable. It’s been quite awhile since you had sex and there is a nervous feeling lingering over your head at the thought of having sex with Chan. What if you’re so terrible at it he never wants to touch you again.

“Can we cuddle?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Glancing over at him you see him smile at you, “yeah.” Rolling over on your side you close your eyes thinking about all the ways your marriage seems to be suddenly changing. Chan moves behind you pulling your body flush against his. His hand rests on your soft stomach as he holds you close. Ever so gently he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you for coming on this trip with me,” he says.

The next day Chan had a lot of things planned for your day. You couldn’t lie, you were happy he had your day planned so you didn’t have to think about the impending activity that we’re going to happen between the two of you at the end of the night.

Your morning started with breakfast in a cafe at the resort. Then Chan led you into town to do some shopping. Things between you feel so easy and you aren’t sure how to feel about that. There’s an uneasy feeling in your stomach that tells you this isn’t how things are gonna be forever. This is just a temporary fix.

The afternoon is spent laying out on the private beach right outside your villa.

“Do you want to go in the water?” Chan asks, leaning up on his elbow.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet.”

“Come, we’ll try to make sure you don’t get your hair wet,” he hops up and holds out his hand for you.

Walking into the chilled water you pause giving yourself a moment to adjust. Chan steps behind you resting his hand on your lower back. Walking further into the water Chan walks right behind you. Standing in the clear blue water you look around and smile at the beauty around you. Looking over at Chan you find him staring at you.

“It’s beautiful,” he says.

“It’s stunning.” He moves so he’s standing right behind you as a wave comes towards you. You’re knocked back against your husband's chest.

You quickly step away from him with your face burning with embarrassment. You step away from him, giving yourself distance from him.

“Oh so now you’re all shy?” He raises his eyebrow stepping towards you.

“What?”

“You’re acting all shy suddenly that you fell into me?”

“It’s not like that. It’s not like you want to hold me anyway,” you aren’t sure if you’re mad or not.

“Believe me I would hold you if you would let me,” he laughs.

Biting your bottom lip you turn to walk away from him acting offended by his comment.

“YN,” he shouts as you pick up your pace. “Please don’t be mad,” he reaches for your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Chan,” you sigh.

“I didn’t mean it,” he wasted no time picking up bridal style carrying you out of the water.

“Chan put me down,” you wiggle in his hold.

“You don’t get to run away from me,” he says, stepping fully out of the water. Sitting you down on the sand you stare at him at a loss of even what you should say. There’s a concerned look on his face. He reaches forward pushing wet strains of hair out of your face. There’s something drawing you to him that you can’t quite explain. The man standing in front of you isn’t your cold husband who didn’t spend any time with you on your honeymoon. This is a different man who clearly is trying.

Without even thinking he leans forward pressing his lips to yours for a kiss. This is the first time you’ve ever felt his lips since you said “I do.” With one hand on your cheek, and the other on your hip, his soft lips move against yours. You have a hand resting on his forearm as your lips move together. This kiss is nothing like the one she shared at your wedding. This one has you seeing stars as your lips dance. Pulling away taking a deep breath you can’t help the burning feeling taking over your cheeks as you stare at your husband. The soft smile on his face is enough to make you melt. His dimples are showing as he stands there almost in awe of what just happened.

“I wasn’t mad at you,” you whisper.

“Okay good, I can’t stand the thought of me making you mad anymore,” his hand still lingers on your cheek.

“I’ll try not to get mad at you,” reaching down to take his hand in yours. His eyes can’t help but smile at how perfectly your hands fit together.

After your day at the beach Chan asked for you to get dressed up. He planned a beautiful candle lit dinner with just the two of you near the beach.

The dinner itself was absolutely wonderful, but your mind couldn’t focus on the dinner. You could only think about what was going to happen after you finished eating. Tonight was the night you and your husband were going to have sex for the first time and you couldn’t lie you’re nervous.

Leading you back to your villa, Chan's fingers are laced with yours. Holding his hand has become second nature at this point. You barely gave it a second thought.

Walking into the villa Chan stops the second he shuts the door. “Did you still want to try tonight?”

Biting your bottom lip you nod your head.

“Okay.”

“I’m going to go change,” you release his hand and walk off to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror you turn on the sink hoping to block out the sounds of your voice as you softly say to yourself, “you can do this. It’s just sex.” You’re well aware this isn’t just normal sex. This is your attempts at hyping yourself to have sex on a first date or something like that. This is you having sex with your husband for the first time.

Stripping away your clothes you’re left in just your lacy bra and underwear. Hanging on the back of the door you had black silk robe. Pulling the robe on you look at yourself in the mirror once again telling yourself you can do this.

Walking out into the bedroom Chan is nowhere to be seen. A nervous feeling quickly washes over you at the idea that maybe he changed his mind. The sound of footsteps catches your attention. Turning you see Chan walking back in.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, noticing the panicked look on your face.

“You weren’t here, I thought you changed your mind,” you sigh.

He steps closer to you, placing his hand gently under your chin, “I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t you sit down.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed you stare at your husband. This whole situation seems too formal and uncomfortable.

“I’m clean by the way,” he lets out a sigh as he loosens his tie.

You hadn’t even thought about the fact that you would have to ask him about his sexual history before you had sex.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he says as he lays his tie on top of the dresser he’s standing by.

“I haven’t either,” the tips of your ears burn. You’ve never been a person who couldn openly talk about sex.

He works on unbuttoning his dress shirt as he stands by the dresser. You can’t help but stare at him taking in the sight of his toned stomach.

“Please don’t get mad at me, but when was the last time you had sex?” Your husband as he removes his pants leaving him in just his boxers.

“About a year and half before we got married when I was in college,” you can’t help but feel awkward mentioning how long it had been. “What about you?” You’re almost scared to ask. You know deep down inside he isn’t the type of man that would ever cheat on you.

“A week before I proposed.”

You close your eyes and realize that your father told him nine days before he proposed, about your arrangement. There’s a bubbling feeling in your chest you can’t seem to understand as you stare at him.

“I have another question to ask that might embarrass you,” he pauses for a moment, making you feel suddenly nervous. “When was the last time you touched yourself?”

A burning feeling washes over your cheeks as your ear burn, “um,” you stutter. “It’s been over six months. I tried but I couldn’t really get anywhere with it.”

“Okay I’m just curious.”

“What about you?” You aren’t sure why you asked him this.

“I did a couple nights ago,” he says standing right in front of you.

“What did you think about?” you don’t know what possessed you to ask him this.

“You,” he reaches down, taking your hand helping you stand up. You're dressed in a silk robe that ties tightly around your waist. His hand rests on the knot holding your robe together. “I’ve thought only about you. We might not act like a normal married couple but I haven’t thought about anyone else.”

“Can I kiss you? It seems a little strange to jump right into making a baby without kissing,” he smiles at you gently tugging on the knot releasing the silk belt holding your robe together.

“Yeah.”

Leaning forward he closes the gap between you. His lips move against your softly. His hands rest on your lower back pulling you closer to him. Reaching up you rested your hand on his cheek. His lips are soft with the faint taste of mint. This kiss is nothing like you have ever experienced before with your husband. One of your hands rests on his chest while the other grips your silk robe.

Pulling away a smile tugs at his lips, “I need you to trust me tonight.”

“Is this where I find out you like it rough or something?” you aren’t sure why you say that. This is your awkward attempt at lightening the mood.

He lets out a small laugh, “I wouldn’t say no to being rough, but that’s not how this is gonna go. We’re gonna take it slow. This is our first time together, I’m gonna treat you like the princess you are.”

“Are you calling me a princess because that's what other people like to call me?” You have been called princess most of your life. Being the heiress to your fathers fortune people have always assumed everything had been handed to you.

“No, I’m calling you a princess because you’re my princess tonight. You’re my wife and I’m gonna treat you right.”

“Okay,” you step back trying to push away the nervous feeling in your stomach.

“You have no clue how badly I want you,” he steps closer to you again. He reaches up and pushes your robe off your shoulder leaving you standing there in just your bra and underwear. “Can you turn around?” His voice is low. Silently you turn around closing your eyes. A moment passes before he’s pressed up behind you. He reaches up and pushes the straps of your bra down. Ever so slowly he leans down and presses his lips to your exposed shoulder. One of his hands wrap around and rest on your stomach holding you close to him as he leaves a trail of wet kisses up your neck. Biting your bottom lip you take in the feeling of your husband's hand slowly moving up your stomach.

“Can I touch you?” he whispers.

“Yea,” you sigh.

His strong hand moves to trade your breast in his hand. He ever so gently grasp you over your bra. Biting your bottom lip you hold back a moan.

He pulls away and unclasps your bra effortlessly. He pushes the straps of your shoulders and the lace bra falls to the floor. He steps close to you again and this time you’re all too aware of his hardening length pressed against your back. One hand rests on your stomach while the other takes your breast in his hand again. This time he massages your breast earning a moan from you.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers with his lips against your neck. Without even thinking, roll your body back against him. “Oh princess,” he groans as his hand moves down to the top of your lace underwear. “Please tell me I can touch you.”

“Chan you can do whatever you want. Remember we’re trying to make a baby and normally that involves touching.” You’re trying to think logically about this. You know deep down inside that Chan is only doing this because you’ve begged him to have a child.

He quickly pulls away from you and you suddenly miss his touch. He moves so he stands in front of you. He puts his hand under your chin and lifts your face so you’re staring into his warm eyes, “I’m not just doing this to make a baby with you. I’m doing this because I want to be with you.”

“Okay then show me what you want to do,” you’re trying to sound confident.

“Take your underwear off and lay on the bed.”

Taking your underwear off, you move to the bed and sit there watching as Chan watches you intently. “Princess, I want to get you ready for what is to come. I also am dying to know how you taste.”

Laying on the bed you look down at Chan’s head between your legs. When you agreed to try for a baby, never in your right mind did you think that before he had sex with you he was ask to go down on you. His tongue laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves as his index finger moves in out of you. His finger is hooked hitting just the right spot inside you that makes your stomach feel like it’s in knots. You haven’t been touched like this in years. Your fingers tangle in his curls holding his face close to your core as he continues to pump two fingers in and out of you.

“Chan, Chan,” you chant his name like a prayer. The coil in your stomach continues to tighten as you’re on the brink of finding your first release in years.

His eyes locked in yours as he continues his work on your core. Moaning his name you find your release. You fingers release his curls he pulls away smirking at you as his thumb does lazy circles on your clit as you ride out your high.

“You taste just as good as I thought you would,” reaching up he wipes his mouth.

Your chest rises and falls and you lay your head back on the pillow. Closing your eyes you’re in complete bliss. Your eyes slowly open as you watch him step off the bed and remove his boxers. Your eyes roam his beautiful body and you can’t help but stare at his hardened length.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, not sure if he heard you.

Crawling onto the bed he sits on his knees between your parred legs. “Are you ready?” He gently rubs your thigh.

Silently you nod.

Hovering over you he stares at you and softly smiles. Slowly he reaches between you and lines himself up with your entrance. He rolls his hips into you stretching slowly. With his pelvis flush against your watches you carefully as your face scrunches slightly as you adjust to the discomfort. You want to reach up and touch him, but you feel slightly awkward.

“Hey?” he catches your attention.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on in your head?” he smiles at you as he stays still.

“I haven’t done this in a long time, and we’ve never done this. I’m just not sure what I should do.”

“You can touch me, or even yourself. Don’t overthink this,” he leans forward pressing his lips to your for a soft kiss. Your hands run up and down his muscular back. His soft skin is enticing to you. His hips roll into yours stretching you slowly. The stretching feeling is uncomfortable at first but with each roll of his hips the discomfort eases away.

A soft moan passes your lips as he drops down to his elbows hovering over your. His lips connect to yours for a lust filled kiss. You can’t help but moan against his lips.

With each roll of his hips a feeling of electricity runs through your body. Your fingers roan his back, holding on to him tightly.

He pulls away resting on his hands. His eyes are lust filled as he stares at you. “You feel so good,” he groans.

“Chan,” you moan, you don’t think your brain knows any other words than your husband's name.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he snaps his hips into yours.“We should've done this a while ago.”

There’s something about the way he’s talking to you that turns you on. Spreading your legs wider he moves up to rest on his knees while he continues to thrust into you. One hand grips your hip while grips your thigh. He licks his lip as his eyes are locked in yours.

You reach up, taking your breast in your hand while the other grips the expensive cotton sheets. Biting your bottom lip you try your hardest not to scream his name.

He groans with each snap of his hips. The hand that was on your hip moves to play with your sensitive clit as he thrust in and out of you.

“Princess, you feel so good,” he moans. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine your husband’s moans would sound so intoxicating.

“Chan I’m close,” you moan.

“Then cum for me baby,” he groans.

Wordlessly you nod desperate for your release. You're taken back by his sweet name he calls you. He snaps his hips into yours a few more times before your release takes over. Moaning his name loudly, throwing your head back. A warm wave washes over you as your walls pull him in. His hands grip your hips thrusting into you slowly.

“Can I cum inside you?” He sounds frantic chasing his own release.

You nod your head rapidly as your chest rises and falls rapidly. “Please,” you beg.

His pace picks up as he holds on to you desperately. His thrust becomes more frantic as he finds his release inside you. He stills as he paints your walls. His breathing is heavy as his eyes are held closed tightly. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth. Reaching up you take his hand pulling him down to you. He stays inside you as he lies on top of you. Your arms are wrapped around him holding him close.

“We should've done that a long time ago,” he slowly removes himself from you and lies on the bed next to you.

Laying there you close your eyes trying to process what all this means for your relationship with your husband. Chan slowly crawls off the bed and you can’t help but panic that he’s regretting what just happened. Quickly you sit up and frantically watch your husband.

“Chan?”

“Relax, I’m just gonna clean myself up real quick,” he gives you a small smile.

Laying back down you feel a sense of relief washes over you. Moments later Chan walks back into the room and cleans up his release that leaked out of you. He grabs a pillow standing by the bed, “can you lift your hips for me?”

You lift your hips and he slides the pillow under your butt. He crawls into bed next to you laying on his side.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Okay. That was really nice,” you can’t help but smile.

“We’ll do round two after a little while. Let’s rest for now,” he leans forward pressing a kiss to your lips for a soft kiss.

The rest of your vacation consisted of having sex all over your villa. Round two took place on the bed but after that Chan took you on any surface he could. You hadn’t showered once alone. Since your first night together Chan couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Your afternoons spent either at the pool or at the beach Chan either was holding your hand on touching you. He couldn’t seem to get enough of you, and to be honest you couldn’t get enough of him.

The night before you leave you’re standing in the shower alone for the first time. Chan was busy doing something in the living area on his laptop and you took the moment away to shower. Standing under the warm water you rub the mango scent body wash on your body.

The glass door opens and your husband steps into the steam filled shower. Looking at him you find him smiling.

“Did you sneak away from me?” He steps towards you.

“No, but I thought I might shower and try to get clean before you joined,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“When we get home I have a gala I have to attend in two weeks. Will you go with me?” he reaches out, grabbing your hand.

You aren’t sure why he’s asking you to join him. Since your marriage you’ve attended every single event he’s had to go to. Since being married he hasn’t gone alone one.

“Chan, I've gone to every event with you.”

“I know, but can we make this a date?” He pulls you closer to him.

“Oh,” you are now standing right in front of him. One of his hands rests on your neck. “Okay.”

Leaning down he presses his lips to yours for a lust filled kiss. Reaching between you, you take his soft length in your hand and pump him slowly until he’s hardening in your hand. He moans against your lips as you continue to pump him.

“I’m gonna take you one more time in this shower before we leave,” he sighs, pulling away from you.

“Okay.”

“Turn around and rest your hands on the wall,” he says.

Silently you follow his command. You bend over putting your butt out towards him. He puts his hardened length flush against your butt and rolls his hips against yours a few times.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling.

“Princess, reach between your legs and touch yourself,” he groans. He steps back and pumps his length while he watches you touch yourself. His eyes are locked on you lost in a haze of lust. “Tell me when you’re wet enough.”

“Okay,” you sigh.

You do quick circles on your clit hoping that your husband will soon touch you. Your breathing becomes desperate.

“Channie,” you moan.

“You ready Princess?”

“Yes please.”

He grabs your hip with one hand while the other moves his length through your wet folds. You gasp as he pushes into you slowly. He stills for a moment gripping your hips.

“Chan?” You look over your shoulder.

“Yeah baby?”

“You can go quickly if you want.”

“Okay,” he smirks.

His hips snap into yours at a quick pace. Your hands are pressed against the cool marble wall. He leans forwards pressing his lips to your spine as he works at a quick pace.

In your whole life you’ve never had as much sex as you have had on this trip. Your body craves Chan at this point and you couldn’t seem to get enough of him, and he craved you just as much.

The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, and Chan moans. You were desperate for your release with each snap of his hips.

“Baby touch yourself,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. You followed his command reaching between your lefts to touch yourself pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You cum practically screaming his name. He lifts you from the wall lifting your leg hooking your knee over his arm as he continues to thrust into you. His other hand roughly massaged your breast. Leaning your head back on his shoulder you moaned, riding out your high as he pounds into you.

He snaps his hips into you one last time before painting your walls. Gently he sets your leg down wrapping his arms around your stomach holding you close to him. He places a trail of kisses on your neck as he rides out his own orgasm.

“I think I’m going to have to wash my body again,” he can’t help but laugh at your statement.

Two Weeks later

Standing in the middle of the ballroom Chan is standing in front of you with one hand on your waist while he holds a glass of champagne in the other. He’s talked to all the people he needed to talk to, and now you seem to have his full attention.

“I was thinking about taking a couple days off next week,” he says, catching your attention. You’ve literally just returned from your trip and he’s already talking about taking more time off.

Cocking your eyebrow you’re shocked by his statement. Before your anniversary trip you and Chan never went on trips. “Why?”

“According to your cycle, that's when you’re supposed to be ovulating.”

“You want to take time off just we can have sex?” you can’t help but let out a small laugh. You discovered that once you agreed to go on that anniversary trip with Chan that before leaving he did a lot of research about conception and tracking your cycle.

“We can do more then just have sex, but yeah we would definitely have a lot of sex during that time,” you can’t help but notice the tips of his ear turning red suddenly seeming embarrassed.

“Okay, I’ll let the office know I’m taking time off.”

He leans down gently pressing his lips to yours for a soft kiss. The moment you’re sharing with your husband makes you forget about all the people at the busy gala.

“Sweetheart, look at your daughter and her husband,” your mother’s voice catches both you and Chan’s attention. You look over to see your mother walking towards you. You had no clue your parents would be at this event.

“Hello mother,” you smile pulling away from your husband.

“You two look way more cozy then normal,” she says.

“I’m just enjoying my wife’s company,” Chan says, resting his hand on your lower back.

“I think that trip was a great idea,” she smiles clearly, noticing how different things seem.

“Yeah I was nice to get away with YN,” Chan says before finishing off his champagne. “It was nice to not think about work while we were away. The only thing I had to think about was spending time with my wife,” he beams.

“If you’ll excuse us mother, Chan and I were just getting ready to leave,” you reach down taking his hand.

“Oh you’re leaving early, have a safe trip home.” Taking your husband’s hand you lead Chan away from your mother heading towards the exit. Chan hasn’t said anything, he's just following your lead until you stop out in the beautiful rose garden.

“Did you want me to call our car?” he says, finally speaking up.

“Yes please. I would rather spend time with you then all these people,” you sigh.

Arriving home you fully expected Chan to have you naked the moment you entered your penthouse. You’re shocked when he walks into the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream from the freezer.

“Chan?”

You take off your heels leaving them by the front door. Walking into the kitchen you watch him scoop two bowls of ice cream.

“I was fully expecting for you to have me naked and pinned against the door,” you joke.

He raises his eyebrow, “I mean if you want I can have you naked on the kitchen counter.”

“No, it's fine. I didn’t expect for us to eat ice cream when we got home.”

“You know that I enjoy spending time with you with our clothes on right? I know we have sex like at least five times a week, and don’t get me wrong I love it. But I also like doing mundane things with you like sitting at the table all dressed up eating ice cream.”

You realize that most of your time you spend with Chan normally leads to you both being naked. Since coming home two weeks ago Chan has basically fucked you everywhere in the penthouse. Your first time once returning home Chan requests it be slow and in your bed. While round two took place with you bent over the kitchen table.

Hell there was even one day you had to go to Chan’s office to drop something off and you ended up under his desk giving him head before he bent you over his ripping your underwear in the process.

You couldn’t lie you throughly enjoyed your sex life with your husband and he even tried new things on to see if you liked them, ultimately you enjoyed the little moment with him. Sitting at the dinner table and talking or watching a movie together.

“I like spending time with you too.”

“Maybe if you really can’t get enough of me after we eat ice cream, I’ll lay you on the table and eat you out,” smirks causing your cheeks to burn.

Two months later

Sitting on your bathroom floor you stare at a pregnancy test, this is your third pregnancy test that has read negative. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath. Your eyes are threatening to shed tears at your disappointment. You never thought this would be this hard. You assumed that you and Chan wouldn’t have to be having sex basically everyday at this point. There’s this little voice in the back of your head telling you that you’re broken. That something is wrong with you. The bathroom door slowly opens and Chan steps in the bathroom. He dressed in his work clothes looking handsome as ever.

His warm eyes lock on the pregnancy test in your hands, he takes his suit jacket off sitting it on the counter across from you.

“It’s not working,” you whisper with your voice shaking.

He sits down on the marble floor next to you. He takes the stick from you and stares at it for a moment, before sitting it on the floor. “This just means we have to keep trying.”

“Aren’t you tired of trying?” that nasty little voice eating at you can’t help but wonder if he’s grown bored of you yet.

“No I’m not tired of trying,” his large hand rests on your knee. “How about we take a bubble bath together, and then I’ll take you to bed.”

“Chan, is this attempt at you trying to seduce me?”

His thumb drags across your skin slowly, “is it working?”

“What if I’m broken?”

“You’re not broken. Come on, let's go take a bath.”

Chan runs a bath for you before helping you stand up and wipes away your tears. He gently removes your clothes whispering to you how pretty you are.

The warm lavender scented water is doing nothing to push away the nasty thoughts eating away at you. You're resting against your husband as he holds you close. Leaning your head back against his shoulder a heavy sigh passes your lips.

“What if I can’t have kids?”

His one arm is wrapped around your stomach holding you close to him. The other hand is resting on your thigh.

“Do you want my honest answer?” He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“Yes, you said we’re a team. I want you to be honest with me.”

“If you can’t have kids it's okay, because even if you have a baby…” he pauses. “I’m not leaving you at the five year mark. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t plan on leaving at the ten year mark either,” he pours his heart out to you.

“Why not, you’re allowed to leave and find someone to love,” you can’t seem to imagine why he would want to stick around. He made it clear when you first got married he had no interest in being with you.

“Are you really that dense?” He groans behind you.

“What do you mean?”

“I love you, and I want to stay married. If we can’t have kids we’ll figure it out later. But I want you to know that this baby isn’t for us to end our marriage quicker.”

“Chan,” your eyes are brimming with tears.

“Unless you want to end it, and if you do I just ask that you try to love me before you walk away. I know the first year I wasn’t a good husband but these last three month have been everything to me. I love getting to spend time with you. I love that I can touch you and hold you whenever I want. I might be selfish, but I don’t want this to ever end.”

“You really love me?”

“Of course I do. I haven’t ever lied to you, and I won’t start now. I also don’t want you getting any idea that i'm fine with staying married just because we have sex now. The sex is great, but that’s not why I love you. I love you because of who you are,” gently leaning you forward. Before you can even say anything he’s stepping out of the bath. He grabs a towel wrapping it around his waist. He stands there staring at you for a moment. “Can we please talk about this not in the bathroom?”

Silently you nod, reaching to unplug the bath. Stepping out Chan hands you a towel. You quickly dry off and Chan hands you your favorite blush colored robe that was hanging on the back of the door. He walks out of the bathroom and you take a moment trying to gather yourself. Walking into your bedroom you find Chan sitting on your bed in a pair of boxers.

“I’ve loved you for a long time Chan, but I thought it was going to be one-sided forever,” you finally say, breaking the silence that’s formed between you.

“So even if we can’t have a baby you’ll stay with me?” Ask, sounding hopeful.

“I’ll stay with you as long as you treat me like you have been since our anniversary trip,” you sit down next to him.

“Okay, good because I want what we have now,” he smiles, leaning over to press his lips to yours.

Things with Chan might have not started out perfectly. You were both forced into something neither of you fully wanted, but the universe had a way of making things work out. You’re unsure if you’ll ever actually be able to have a kid, but after your talk with Chan you know he loves you and has no plans on leaving you. After that night you both agree to pause on trying to have a baby. Chan tells you he wants to spend more time with you and at your three year wedding anniversary he wants to renew your vows.

As time passes with Chan you’ve gone through spurts of time trying to conceive but with no luck. On your third wedding anniversary you renew your vows in front of all your friends and family.

By the fifth year of your marriage Chan has taken you on countless trips, but for your fifth anniversary you end up in the same villa that changed your marriage forever.

Laying in bed in the same villa where everything changed you’re curled up in bed with your husband. He gently presses his lips to shoulder and whispers, “I would do anything in the world for you.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me?” You can’t help but smile.

“I thought it was obvious I loved you?”

“Will you still be married to me in five years?” you asked, already knowing his answer.

“Please tell me that’s a stupid question,” he releases you from his hold.

Rolling onto your back you look at your husband and smile, “but I can’t give you an heir to your fortune.” Even though Chan has told you multiple times he doesn’t care if you have kids or not. There’s a guilty feeling that eats away at you.

“Princess if you want a baby we can try IVF or adopt. I’ll do anything to make you happy,” he reaches over pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Maybe we can talk about it later down the line,” you smile. “Right now I just want you.”

“Princess you have me until my last breath,” he leans down pressing his lips to yours.

It doesn’t matter what the future holds, you know that you’ll always have Chan by your side.

an: please me know what you all think I have been working on a variation of this story since around January if you’re interested in my skz stories let me know.

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Yandere Eddie Munson (7/13)

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*Edited.

Eddie pulled open another kitchen drawer. I was somewhat behind him, arms wrapped around my torso. My stomach hurt and Eddie was beginning to be hungry because he hadn’t rationed the food evenly. Everything was gone in a few days. And apparently, Rick was some locked-away drug dealer, hence nobody ever being home to restock.

Eddie slammed the drawer shut, visibly stressed. My eyes were glued to his form warily and I knew he was trying his best. I pursed my lips as he turned to me, panting slightly. He held his hands up in defeat, chest heaving.

“Nothing. Nadda. This place is bare bones.”

“Let’s just call Dustin and ask them to bring us some stuff,” I chirped quietly, rolling my tongue over my parched lips.

“No - no! Not yet. I haven’t searched everywhere yet.”

I groaned and he continued his search. He had just contradicted what he formerly stated, but he told me previously he didn’t want getting into contact with them until the said monster was dead and his name could be cleared. He checked the cupboards, getting to the last one. He opened it and paused.

“Did ya find something?” I asked.

“Yeah. You will do just fine.”

He revealed, holding it in his callous hands, a bowl of alphabet soup. It was only one can, but it would do just fine. I was quick to pull out a pot and set it on the stove while Eddie dumped the contents inside. Time flew by as we both slobbered over the boiling pot, and the minute it was done, Eddie turned off the dial while I dished two bowls evenly.

Eddie stood beside me with spoons in grasp. He was pretty much drooling over the bowl. We snatched them up and went to the living room, both of us taking the couch. But, even in my famished state, I made sure to blow on the soup.

I watched in intrigue as Eddie immediately scooped a spoonful into his mouth. His expression contorted from hunger to cringe in a second, and a laugh bubbled in my throat. He dropped the spoon and started fanning his hands, but it did nothing to heal his mouth.

Suddenly, he leaned over and opened his mouth. The contents dumped right back into the bowl, and I noticed that some splattered over the side. By this time, I was struggling to contain my laughter and I could barely breathe.

Eddie’s glare situated on me. “Is something funny, sweetheart?”

“Very,” I gasped, barely managing that much. “You’re just so stupid.”

His jaw dropped in mock offense and he raised his hands in defense. “How was I supposed to know it was scalding? It’s not that, uh, funny, sweetheart. I almost burned my tongue off.”

“It just came off the stove, Ed,” I reminded. “Oh - and on the contrary. I’d find it very funny if your tongue fell off and you could no longer flirt with me. But to each their own.”

Eddie scoffed. Although his gaze remained glued to me, he took another spoonful. As did I, because I wasn’t stupid and had actually waited for it to cool down. Eddie continued to eat begrudgingly and somehow, despite this ‘injury,’ he ate faster than me.

I had a little bit left and I watched as Eddie kicked himself off the couch and grabbed the walkie-talkie from the table. I quirked a brow, realizing I must’ve shamed him out of cooking anything else and that he was probably desperate for extra company.

“Hey there, Dustin, this is Eddie and I’m famished. Are you there?”

“We literally just ate.”

Eddie sent me a middle finger, not commenting. As he paced the living room, he continued,” Dustin, can you hear me? Dustin-n-n? Earth to Dustin?”

I finally finished and saddled up beside him. He’d finally paused in the doorway, leaning against it anxiously. His foot tapped against the ground and I played my hand on his shoulder as he kept trying for a response. And then, magically, we got one.

“It’s Nancy.”

“Wheeler! Hey,” he piped up instantly, eyes wide in excitement. Eddie held the device closer to his mouth. “Um, I’m gonna need a food delivery, like, soon, unless if you want us going out into the world?”

I giggled, sending him a knowing glance. He rolled his eyes at me. “No, no,” came the reply. “Don’t do that. Just… stay where you are and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Um, yeah, yeah, listen. Can you pick up a six-pack? I know, it’s shit, drinking right now, but uh…” His voice wavered and I squeezed it reassuringly. Eddie woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and I couldn’t blame him. “…A cold beer would really calm my nerves.”

“Uh, sorry, actually - I need to get going, but we’ll drop by soon. Bye.”

Eddie blinked and clicked, aiming to reply. But I noticed that there was urgency in her tone and I placed my hand on the walkie-talkie. “She got the point, Eddie. It’ll be fine. Let’s just… chill.”

He lowered the device, eyeing me dully. “We’ve been stuck here for the past few days. Hell, maybe even a week! Pardon me if I’m a little stressed, sweetheart —“

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I groaned in annoyance. “Just… relax. We’re in the house again, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to nap on a bed or sofa instead of hardwood floor, you know?”

He pursed his lips, glancing around warily. The windows had all the curtains drawn and it was mid-afternoon, so by the sound of it, they would be busy for a few hours investigating. I was as tired as I was hungry. And I could tell from the dark circles under his gorgeous eyes he hadn’t been sleeping well, either. While I was progressively adjusting to the new surroundings, Eddie only became worse.

His Adam’s apple bobbed with disscontempt as he nodded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, uh, sure. Let’s do that. I… can keep watch —“

“Nobody’s going to find us here, Eddie. Don’t you worry a thing.”

~~~

I groaned loudly as my shoulder was shaken vigorously. I attempted to curl up onto the bed, away from Eddie, but he kept hissing for me to wake up. I was so goddamn comfortable, though. Why couldn’t he just take the food —

“Y/n! Y/n, wake up, or I swear to god —“

“Dammit, Eddie, I’m tired —“

“I heard people.”

“Handle them yourself —“

“No. Not Dustin. I - I heard others.”

With that, I pushed myself up on my elbows. Eddie was still in the same seated position on the edge of the bed, just like where I left him when I zonked out immediately. He had scooted closer, though, and even though I was up, his hands didn’t remove themselves. He was shaking head to toe.

“Who —“

I heard the front door swing open. And that’s when I recognized it. I heard Jason yelling at them to spread out and check every inch of the place. The was enough for me to scramble out of the bed, although I did so embarrassingly loudly.

Luckily, though, their rampaging downstairs overpowered it. Eddie’s hands dipped underneath my armpits and I was pulled to my feet. I stumbled a bit as Eddie dragged me over to the window. It was an almost two-story fall as he threw open the window only helped from the fact that the window was facing the upward slope to the side, which gave us a straight shot to the boat house.

“He’s been here! Check upstairs!” Jason yelled. “That freak’s gotta be around here somewhere!”

“Fuck!” Eddie cussed, throwing the window open. “Uh okay. I jump down and I catch you —“

“But surely we can talk it out —“

“Your boyfriend hates me, Y/n! We’re not arguing about this —“

He barrel-rolled awkwardly out the window. I heard a loud grunt and stuck my head out, seeing hat Eddie had fallen flat on his back. He was trying to recover, and I heard Jason and co. rushing through the house. I realized that I had to jump, otherwise I’d just be caught. And obviously, if I was caught, so was Eddie.

He stumbled to his feet, motioning vigorously for me to jump. I was too scared to directly dive, so instead, I lowered one leg out and dipped under. However, there was nothing on the other side, and I slipped right through. A shriek escaped without my permission, and just then, I heard the bedroom door bash open.

Eddie somehow caught me and I noticed that he thought to pull out his trusty pocket knife. It gleamed against the setting sun, and I clutched onto his shoulders tightly. I gasped, noticing that my ankle hurt to put pressure on. However, that wasn’t the problem.

“Hey, freak! Drop the knife and let her go!”

“You don’t understand what’s going on!” he replied, voice trembling. “We can just talk —“

“There’s nothing to talk about, psycho! Let my girlfriend go!”

I recognized Chance’s voice instantly. I wanted to stare over my shoulder. And yet, I wasn’t given the chance, because Eddie pulled the hand holding the knife around my shoulder. And he started backing away. I wanted to call out to Chance, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Eddie suddenly flipped me around so that my back was pressed to his chest and he held the knife out ‘menacingly’, waving it toward the group. They were all standing in the the window. They all looked panicked, shouting about how they were going to get to me.

And then, they turned and disappeared from view, clearly in pursuit. Eddie released his grip, but only to readjust. We turned tail and began making our way to the boat house. When we did so, he slammed the door behind us. I heard the boys and they were fast. Faster than us, especially seeing as I fucked up my ankle a little.

“Uh - uh - row boat, now,” he ordered, motioning me over to it.

“I can hold them off —“

“I’m not leaving without you —“

“Fucking fine!” I shrieked, limping over to the boat.

Eddie tore off the tarp and grabbed an oar. He struggled with the hook just as the door bashed open. The hook detangled and, since he was standing, he pushed the boat away from the port. It exited the boat house just in the knick of time, because Patrick’s axe came swinging around the corner.

I couldn’t help but scream, sprawling back against the front. My body flexed uncomfortably and one leg was still over the side of the boat. It rocked back and forth, and I could tell that, as Eddie rowed as fast as possible, he was not happy about the change of plans. We’d abandoned the walkie-talkie and that left only the two of us.

“Get back here, fucking freak!” Jason bellowed.

“Chance —!”

“It’s okay, baby, we’ll get to you!”

I suddenly saw that, as Eddie was struggling to propel us further across the lake, they jumped right into the water and began wading. It was deemed difficult, seeing as they had heavy weaponry in their grasp. I was just grateful, though, that they didn’t have a gun.

“Just sit tight, sweetheart —!”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” I scolded, but it was loud enough to be heard by the others. “Just…”

They were swimming faster than intended. Faster than Eddie was rowing. As I scrambled to sit up, I saw that Patrick was the closest and Jason and Chance weren’t far behind. They kept yelling for us to stop, and suddenly, Eddie came to the same realization that I did. That, no matter what, they were going to catch up.

Eddie suddenly rose to his feet again, waving the oar wildly. “Hey, stay back, man! Stay back!”

“Hey, come on, let’s go! We almost have him!” Jason shouted.

Patrick, instead of continuing to swim forward, though, suddenly paused. He looked so lost and confused. He was treading water wildly, and even in the pitch black of the night sky, I could tell something was up. Jason progressed right past him, calling for Patrick to keep up. But, instead, he was frozen in place.

And suddenly, his body was pulled right underneath. I saw that Eddie’s expression contorted into that of terror, but he used the chance to keep rowing, just enough to be out of Jason and Chance’s reach. Even I couldn’t help but call for him, too.

And then, all at once, Patrick emerged. He was floating, just like Chrissy did. Eddie, who was been standing up, wobbled at the sight. And, before I could process anything else, the boat tipped. A screech released at the top of my lungs as I was flung off the side, but I was quickly silenced as the water invaded my mouth.

I tried my best not to breathe it in, but it was difficult. I already sucked in some. I flailed and my eyes burned from the new sensation. However, before I could recover someone else helped me to it.

Eddie’s arms wrapped around my waist and he began swimming in the opposite direction. I still pawed at him, desperate for air, but he kept swimming. We were still bellow the surface, and I knew I was quickly losing oxygen. I clawed, feeling my fingers graze the surface.

Just as I was about to succumb, we breached the surface. We heard screaming and shouting, but I didn’t want to faint. So, thusly, I made sure not to look back. And Eddie had the same idea in mind. I heard Chance screaming my name, but I knew we had to take the chance to leave, pun intended.

Eddie was still dragging me and I couldn’t help but get irritated. I was fully capable of swimming myself, and yet, he very much wasn’t letting me do so. In the distance, I heard roaring sirens, and we knew we had to dart. I kicked my legs and finally managed to flip over so I could swim properly.

“We have to run,” Eddie panted, doggy-paddling across the lake. “We, uh, swim and we run, and - and I say we at least get a few miles. Maybe, uh, head to the north side of, uh, town —“

“Yeah, yeah, I got it!” I squealed, continuing to chase after him.

We sometimes dove underneath. Eventually, though, my feet touched the water and I was more than happy to crawl to shore. I could barely stand up, so instead, I allowed myself to collapse on the grass, panting. Swimming an entire mile was a lot harder than one would think, especially when it was a life-or-prison situation.

I spat up some water and I heard Eddie tumble to his feet. He was panting furiously and he was leaning over, hands clutching his knees. His hair was flat and his bodice was dripping. I was the same, and yet, even though I exercised regularly, I had a hard time recovering.

“We should…” I gasped.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Let me…”

He pulled me to my feet. It was hard, but the moment we stood straight, we intertwined fingers. Eddie was the first to take off and I tried my best to keep up. I ran laps often, but clearly, he was faster because he was motivated by fear. We dashed through the wilderness aimlessly, even though it was pitch black and my shoes were flat and squishing against the earthy ground.

The run was long and hard. However, eventually, I couldn’t keep going. My leg gave out due to the injury and I let out a yelp. I ended up almost taking the man with me, but instead, he wrenched free rom my grasp when I fell. I hissed and fell back on my ass, immediately cradling my ankle. Tears sprung to my cheeks as the stress overwhelmed me.

“Fuck…! What happened, Y/n?”

I gulped, trying to steady my voice. “I - it’s nothing. I just sprained it or something —“

“Uh, um, okay, uh…”

He crouched down on the ground and stole my foot from me. I hissed, which was enough for him to mutter an apology. Eddie was quick to examine it, but it was clear he didn’t know what to do. He was trembling. He did that a lot these days. His curls dripped onto my leg and he bit his lip.

He sat up, examining the surroundings. We were in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t even hear the police cars anymore, and we sure as hell weren’t near any roads. Eddie sighed, setting my leg down gently. My hands dug onto the dirt behind me and a few tears escaped.

I couldn’t help it. Sometimes, this insanity was just too much.

“So, we should just…” His eyes rolled over my form in concern, and only then did he connect the dots when he saw me wiping my eyes furiously in embarrassment. “Shit, sweetheart, it’s okay —“

“No, Eddie, it isn’t! I’m supposed to be home in my own bed right now, not… whatever this is!”

Eddie sighed and fell completely on his knees, scooting up beside me. He sat criss cross applesauce, and before he could get completely comfortable, his hands grabbed at my face, even when I pawed at him. He mushed them in his damp hands thumbs wiping underneath my puffy eyes. I couldn’t help but frown stubbornly.

“Hey, hey, we’ll make it through this,” he fretted, pulling me closer. A few of my tears spilled over his thumb, but he didn’t seem to mind, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with concern. “Besides, I’m the one that would go to prison! Not you. Never you. No matter what —“

“That’s still shitty, Eddie,” I croaked. “You really think I want you to go prison?”

“Well, uh, you are the priority right now —“

“No, Eddie. I care about you.”

He fell silent and hi mouth was left agape. It was clear, that even in the darkness, he was blushing. I knew how he interpreted it. It may not have been what I meant, Burt it was still true. I placed my hands over his and pulled them away, blinking away any final tears. My ankle had gone fairly numb and my shoulders slumped.

“D - do you really, sweetheart?”

“As friends, but yes. You’re my friend, Eddie. I hope that at least means something to you.”

He grinned bashfully, sending me a wink. “I’m, uh, climbing the ranks. At least being on the run is good for something.”

“You still dug a deeper hole for yourself when you held the knife out earlier, though. I just want you to know.”

“I didn’t want you to be under suspicion for not being, uh, kidnapped, sweetheart.”

“As considerate as that is, we could’ve talked it out —“

“Pardon me for being straightforward, sweetheart, but knowing your ‘boyfriend’ and his friends, I don’t think there was any possibility of them letting us.”

“Chance isn’t that bad —“

“He hit you, sweetheart.” I bit my lips, falling silent. Eddie held my hands tightly, staring with such adoration and constitution. “If he’d hit you just ‘cause he had one extra beer, there’s no telling what he’d do to you if we just talked. He’d first beat the shit out of me, then assume you were drugged, then assume you were cheating, and then assume we both killed Chrissy. He is that bad, Y/n.”

I bit my lips and cast my gaze away. My throat burned with something to say, but I wasn’t sure what would come out. So, instead, I kept my lips sealed shut and drooped forward further. I was so tired and sad and hurt. Eddie was, too, so it wasn’t like I had anything to compare it to.

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” Eddie muttered, pulling me closer so that I leaned against his shoulder.

I was. And, because of that, I just nodded. “Cold,” was all I could muster. And it was true. It was only late spring and we were outside in dripping went clothes. My eyes fluttered shut and Eddie’s sigh ghosted over my nape. His arms wrapped around my torso and I scooted closer, reciprocating.

“Maybe we should just… hang our stuff out to dry and get a nap? Is that alright? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

I nodded again and we slowly separated.

That night flew by. It was hard to sleep, even on the soft grass, especially with how Eddie clung to me despite my protests. Not to mention, I almost liked the warmth he gave me. Somehow, though, Eddie was able to get a fabulous night’s rest, and by the time it was morning, he was grinning ear to ear as though another classmate hadn’t died last night. And, of course, his charm was infectious and I was obliged to do the same.

And, despite my protests, Eddie tried his best to carry me through the wilderness. We eventually arrived near the railway tracks, and at some point, we heard and saw construction going on up ahead. As badly as I insisted that we needed to go the opposite direction, Eddie clued me in immediately.

“Uh, wait, I have a plan,” he spoke, finally letting me onto my feet. I lowered my arms from his neck to his chest, glancing at his dry denim jacket. “Okay. You wait here. There’s gotta be a walkie-talkie somewhere, right? If I can just… steal one… then we can head off to, uh… Skull Rock! Yeah. I’m sure Harrington will know where that is.”

I quirked a brow incredulously. “And you do?”

That area was an infamous make-out spot.

His mouth opened and then shut again, revealing his honest answer. “Well, uh… I mean… You do?”

“Ah-h-h,” I hummed. “Right. Just… don’t get caught.”

“Will do, sweetheart.”

I watched from a distance until he disappeared from sight. I leaned against a tree and stretched, biding my time. The sun was high in the sky since we managed to get a lot of walking in. I was surprised Eddie wasn’t more tired since he insisted on carrying my weight. He must’ve still been going off of the adrenaline.

Somehow, he returned, walkie-talkie in hand. “Surprised to see me?”

“Very. Does this mean I can finally use my own two feet?”

“I mean, uh, I was just going to let you hold it while —“

“Yeah, I’m going. Bye.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere slashers #yandere x reader #yandere stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #yandere eddie munson #eddie munson st4

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 years ago

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[3:19 pm]

(cw: cursing like right off the bat)

“Shit!” You heard husband!Yuta curse.

“Are you okay?” You called out.

“I’m good!” He called back, obviously lying but he didn’t sound hurt so he must be fine. He had on multiple occasions come running from one side of the house to the other to receive a kiss on something as small as a paper cut, no running this time.

For a good five minutes you heard various cupboards slamming closed, water running, scrubbing, and cursing. He had asked you a few times where you kept the bleach, the nail polish remover, and any other harsh stain remover. You sent him confused looks, praying he wasn’t deciding to make “potions” like he told you he used to do when he was a kid. You figured he might have spilled something and was trying to clean it up before you saw, after a few more minutes you sat up and made your way to the bathroom.

You knocked on the door, “You know not to mix chemicals right?”

The door flew open to reveal a flushed and panicked Yuta, “Of course I know, I was being careful.”

He held his hands behind his back and pressed a quick peck to your cheek, on his way to his phone that was charging.

“Have you finished painting your nails yet? You usually show me once you’ve finished them.”

He hesitated for a second, body frozen, “I messed them up and I haven’t started over yet.”

“I can do them for you!” You reached for his hands, holding them in your own to lead him back to the bathroom where you kept the nail polish. Upon reaching the bathroom, you froze. “Why is there a huge black stain on our new bath mat?”

“So, funny story- hilarious even. I might have accidentally knocked over the nail polish and stained the rug.”

You took a deep breath, calming your annoyed thoughts, “It’s just a rug, next time please be more careful.” Yeah just a rug that had been placed there that very morning. Just a rug that took you almost two months to find because a certain husband of yours was picky about the feeling of the rugs because they would “feel weird” or “didn’t have enough bounce”- whatever that meant.

Yuta let out a sigh of relief, “At least you didn’t notice my wedding band!”

“What about your wedding band Yuta? Did you lose it again? That’s the third one in two years!”

The first lost wedding band had been understandable, he was washing dishes and it happened to go down the drain. All good, no harm no foul. But the second band, that one had happened just a few months after the first. He lost it somewhere in the house, so you both tore the house apart looking for it. You checked between cushions after he said he stuck his hand there for a second, checked his pants pockets after he said he was reaching for his phone a lot, and even checked the shower drain despite knowing his ring could have never fallen in. This loss was the most annoying knowing that the ring was surely somewhere in the house, and it took almost 5 months for Yuta’s replacement ring to come in. Even more annoying when he would jokingly tease that he was a “free man” knowing damn well he could barely get through his proposal and his vows without a sob and shuddering breath leaving him every two minutes.

“Well, I guess this is better than losing it... I got nail polish on it and it’s not coming off.”

“Call the jeweler, I’m sure this will be a fun one for them.”

He smiled nervously, making his way over to his phone. His eyes remained locked with yours, full of nerves and apprehension while the line rang, “You still love me right?”

“I guess I married you for a reason. You should go back to the store to get another rug since you’re so picky too.”

“Another couple outing- Yes, hi this is Nakamoto Yuta, I stained my ring- no, I didn’t lose another one.” He started.

Till death do you part, I guess.

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 blurbs #nct 127 timestamps #yuta scenarios #yuta x reader #yuta fluff #yuta blurbs #yuta timestamps

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thedummysdummy · 2 years ago

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Pregnancy Tests

A secondhand request from one of @perhaps-in-anotherdream 's anons. Hopefully it hits the spot!

Months of patience had finally paid off. Relief and joy cascaded down the girl’s body, starting as a warmth at the top of her head and radiating outward toward her fingers and toes. She clutched the piece of paper handed to her by the doctor as if it were the most precious of her belongings. “This is the best possible news! Thank you, thank you! Victor is going to be so happy!”

As she left the hospital, the girl’s mind ran with a million different ways to break the news to her beloved. It had to be something grand and memorable! But what? She considered a million different ideas on her way home, still having settled on nothing by the time she arrived at their shared home.

She hurried inside and folded up the results, stowing them away in her bedside table drawer until she could think of a way to present them. What was the rush, anyway? She had nine months before their little bundle would arrive.

The next few days passed in a bit of a blur. Her company was filming a documentary in conjunction with Loveland TV, which was obviously a big deal. Despite her nagging nausea and fatigue, she did her best to hide her condition and be there for her crew. By Friday evening, she practically stumbled over to Victor’s car and collapsed into her seat.

“Tired?” Victor teased, reaching over to buckle her seatbelt for her. She nodded and closed her eyes, her hand resting over her stomach. He glanced at the slightly pained expression on his girlfriend’s face and frowned. “Not feeling well?” She shook her head and Victor started up the car. “Well, then I’ll run you a bath when we get home. You’ve been working very hard this week and need some rest.”

The confession was on her lips the entire drive. It would be so easy to just say, ‘Victor, I’m pregnant with our baby.’ But that was so unromantic! So she simply kept her eyes closed and her left hand enclosed in Victor’s until they pulled up in front of his home. He pushed the button on her seatbelt and hurried to her side of the car to open the door. “Can you walk?”

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car, amused by Victor’s usual level of concern. “I’m not made of tissue paper, Mr. CEO. But I won’t say no to a nice bath.” She took Victor’s hand and followed him inside where she sat down to take off her shoes. Her movements were slow, betraying the depth of her fatigue. Victor watched, hovering, until she had her slippers on before scooping her up from the chair and carrying her toward their bedroom. “Hey!” she giggled, hearing his heartbeat as her ear pressed against his chest. He squeezed her in response with a broad grin on his face.

“That’s better,” he chuckled as he set her down on the bed and headed for the bathroom. “That grimace on your face was making me feel ill myself. You just relax while I get the bath drawn.” The girl nodded and Victor disappeared through the bathroom door, where she soon heard the sound of running water and caught the scent of vanilla and jasmine. She undressed as she waited, figuring she might as well be ready when he got back.

Victor returned and a cheeky grin spread across his face when he found her nude. He again scooped her up and carried her to the tub, gently lowered her into the hot water, and kissed her on the forehead. “Do you need anything else? Painkillers or anything? You haven’t exactly told me what part of you feels unwell.”

“I’m just a little nauseous. But I’ll be okay!” She gave Victor her most earnest ‘I’m fine’ face, which only drew a sigh from his lungs. He shook his head, patted hers, and exited the bathroom in search of anti-nausea pills. The bottle had gone missing from the medicine cupboard and he stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment with a confused look on his face. When had they last used those? Knowing the girl tended to take them and go straight to bed, he figured her bedside table was probably the next best place to look.

So he returned to the bedroom and opened the little drawer. Sure enough, the bottle he was searching for rolled to the front to greet him. However, he was distracted by the folded sheet of paper with hospital letterhead peeking out and pulled it from the drawer. He scanned the information quickly, a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes as it dawned on him what he was reading.

The girl heard Victor’s footsteps approaching, but the speed at which he opened the door and arrived at her side caused her eyes to fly open. He looked…annoyed? No, not annoyed. His eyes were sparkling too much for that. It wasn’t until she realized what he was holding that she understood the situation. “Victor, I-”

He cut her off, his voice sharp with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?! You had such good news for half a week and didn’t think I should know?!” He waved the pregnancy test results from the doctor and sat on the edge of the tub. “You should have told me immediately! I would have arranged for Anna to take care of the shoot this week. You shouldn’t be working that hard.”

“I was just trying to think of the perfect way to tell you! I wanted it to be sweet and romantic, not…not like this. You ruined the surprise.” She scrunched her eyebrows together in a chastising kind of way, which caused Victor to fall silent with a small pink flush beginning in his ears. “But also I would have gone to work anyway. You’re not keeping me on bedrest for an entire nine months, Mr. Victor Li!”

Victor scowled and set the results on the bathroom sink. “Fine, but I’m calling the doctor to make an appointment so we can check your health and the baby’s health. You worked way too hard this week for someone carrying my child.” His features softened and his hand caressed her cheek. “I love you. I just want what’s best for you and for our baby.” He felt a shiver of excitement roll down his spine as he thought about those words. ‘Our baby.’ They were the sweetest arrangement of letters he could possibly imagine.

“I suppose that’s fair. But if the doctor says I’m perfectly healthy, then you can’t spend the whole time treating me like I’m made of porcelain. Fair?”

With a chuckle, Victor pulled out his phone to make the call. “Fair. But you relax this evening and let me worry.”

~~~

Monday morning, Victor and the girl arrived at the hospital the moment their doors opened. He had insisted on the first appointment of the day, his anxiety over the baby refusing to calm down until he was reassured by the doctor. They were welcomed in with smiles and told to sit down for a few minutes until the doctor was ready for them.

They didn’t have to wait long. “Come on back with me, loves,” the nurse said with a smile, leading the couple through the doors into the long hallway of exam rooms. She took them to the first one on the right and Victor carefully helped the girl up onto the exam table. “Please put on this gown while you wait, okay?”

Victor accepted the gown from the nurse, who exited and closed the door behind her. Before Victor could even ask if the girl wanted him to wait outside while she changed, she began undressing. He shamelessly watched since she didn’t seem to care and handed her the gown when she was ready, then helped her secure it. “Do you think we’re going to have a boy or a girl?” the girl asked as he tied the strings.

“A boy, obviously. First children should always be boys so they can protect their little sisters.” Victor sat down in the chair next to the table with a completely straight expression, though the girl recognized the teasing glint in his eyes. She smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand and he laughed. “I don’t care if we have a boy or a girl. As long as they take after their mother.”

Warmth filled the girl’s heart just as the doctor entered the room. “Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Li! I’m told you’re concerned about your lovely wife’s health? Congratulations, by the way. Let’s check the basics first, hm?” Neither party felt the need to correct their doctor on their relationship status, though Victor and the girl shared an amused glance as the doctor turned to the cabinets to get some supplies.

He checked her heart, her temperature, and her blood pressure before pulling out the ultrasound machine. “You’re a little warm, my dear. Nothing too bad and it could definitely just be the pregnancy. But be sure you’re drinking plenty of water, okay?”

The girl nodded as the doctor instructed her to lay down on the table. “Let’s open the middle of your gown so we can check that baby, hm? This is going to be a little cold.” He squeezed some gel on her belly and turned on the ultrasound machine, waiting a moment for it to power on before beginning to sweep the sensor over her abdomen.

His chatty demeanor changed as he moved the device around and stared at the screen. His eyebrows lowered a little, causing Victor and the girl to become a little concerned. After a few moments he put down the sensor and turned back to the cabinets. “I’m going to take a little blood and run another pregnancy test, okay? It’s probably just too early to see anything on the ultrasound, but I want to be sure. You can put your clothes back on while I’m gone.”

The girl’s heart sank, but she nodded wordlessly. She looked away as the crimson liquid filled the tube and was whisked away, and Victor reached out to take her hand. “Hey. If the first test was wrong, it’s okay. We can try again, hm? And then you can surprise me any way you like.”

Victor helped her dress and held her hand until the doctor returned with a somber expression on his face. “I’m sorry, but I have some bad news. It seems like there was an error and your previous pregnancy test results were incorrect. You’re not pregnant and I didn’t find any sign of miscarriage, so it seems you never were. I’m so sorry.”

The girl pulled on Victor’s hand and he stood, pulling her into his arms where she buried her face in his chest. “Thank you, doctor. Did you find any sign of what has been causing her fever, then?”

“We did check for any bacterial infections in the remaining sample, but didn’t find anything. It’s most likely just a mild virus. Some rest, plenty of fluids, and everything should be fine in a few days. If not, give the nurse a call and we’ll get you back in for more tests.” The doctor seemed ready for a negative reaction to his news, but Victor remained quite calm while he held his trembling girlfriend against his body.

“Very well. Thank you again.” Victor nodded to the doctor as he took his leave, allowing the two a few moments to compose themselves before they left. Victor kissed the top of the girl’s head and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “Hey. Everything will be fine. Let’s get you home, and when you’re feeling better, we’ll try again.” He raised his eyebrows in a meaningful way and the girl giggled a little through her tears. Hand in hand they left the hospital, hearts heavy, but hope light. Just an excuse to spend some more time with each other, that’s what this was. Everything would surely work out.

#ask #pregnancy fic #Happy Mother's day to the others who can feel the pain with me #I see you all #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer li zeyan #mlqc #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor fanfic

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kywaslost · 3 years ago

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Cooking Together *Hawks x Platonic Reader*

A/N: I decided to make a little series out of the Hawks imagine I wrote the other day because I’m in a Hawks kinda mood and crave this man’s comfort. Here ya go!

Warnings: food, poor eating habits

“What’s for dinner?” you asked, walking into the kitchen. You had just gotten back from patrol with Tokoyami and were starving. Hawks had the evening off, so you assumed you’d be eating in for the night.

Hawks hummed from his spot in front of the open fridge. “I’m not sure, birdie. What are you in the mood for?”

You shrugged, hopping on the counter behind him, peering over his shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m not all that hungry to be honest.” The bird man slowly turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Now that can’t be true. I guarantee you haven’t had a full meal since Tuesday.”

“And so what if that’s true?” You responded.

“Kid,” Hawks placed his hands on either side of you and leaned on the counter. “It’s Sunday.”

“Is it?” you chuckled cautiously, rubbing the back of your neck. “What can I say? I’m not really hungry.”

“Have you eaten today?” Hawk’s stare made you chuckle again.

“Um…” you thought for a moment. You hadn’t eaten breakfast, it makes you nauseous. You spent your lunch break taking a nap. So no, you hadn’t eaten today.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Hawks responded, turning back around to the fridge. “You’re going to help me make chili.” He closed the fridge doors and began digging through the cupboards, pulling out various cans and boxes.

“This’ll be an experience,” you smiled, sliding off the counter and pulling out the biggest pot you could find. “Doesn’t it take chili a while to make?” Hawks stopped moving.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed, causing you to laugh. “How about spaghetti?” you giggled. “It’s easy to make, and we can take the leftovers to work.”

“Works for me!” Hawks put everything away except for a box of spaghetti noodles. You reached around him to grab a jar of sauce, then went to the fridge to pull out ground beef.

You and Hawks worked in silence for a moment. He filled the pot up with water, turning on the stove. Meanwhile, you were pouring the pasta sauce into a smaller pot and heating it on the stove. Hawks pulled stirring spoons and a spatula out of a drawer and handed them to you. He watched as you stirred the sauce and cooked the beef.

“This is nice,” he said softly. He placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. “I like cooking with you kiddo.”

You ducked away from his hand and laughed. “I like cooking with you too, Keigo.” You placed the spoon and spatula off to the side and turned to the pro hero in front of you. “Even if it can be complete chaos sometimes.”

Hawks laughed. “Hey, I thought making homemade pizzas would be fun!”

“It was a disaster.” You smiled, and the two of you settled in silence again. You opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water, tossing one to Keigo in the process.

“On a serious note,” Hawks broke the silence. “I need you to be serious with me. Why are you not eating? Is it a mental thing?”

You took a sip of your water and turned back to the meat, mixing it around and avoiding Keigo’s eyes. “Not really. I guess I just forget? Especially lately.”

“Why? How do you forget to eat?” You could hear the concern in the man’s voice. “It isn’t healthy, N/N.”

You sighed. “I know, I’m sorry–”

“Hey now,” Keigo cut you off. “Remember what we talked about? You have no need to be sorry. I 100% understand if this has anything to do with your past. Please just tell me if something is wrong, yeah?”

You turned around, leaning on the counter next to the stove. Your eyes brimmed with tears. “Nothing’s wrong, Kei,” you said softly. “Over time, when I was younger, I got used to eating a few times a day. Nowadays I don’t eat breakfast because it makes me feel sick. I’ve been using my lunch breaks to take naps because I haven’t been sleeping well. By the time I get home for dinner either you’re not here or I’m too tired so I just go to bed.”

Hawks wanted to hug you. He felt partially responsible for your lack of eating. He reached a hand out to you. “Is it ok if I touch you? Give you a hug?” He waited patiently for your response, watching you think about your answer. When you nodded, he waited for you to grab his hand before pulling you into a soft hug. You buried your face in his t-shirt, wrapping your arms around his waist. You took a deep breath to stop your tears and calm yourself down. Hawks’ arms draped over your shoulders loosely, holding you just enough to comfort you but loose enough for you to not feel like he was overbearing you.

He held you for a few moments before slowly pulling away and turning off the stove, pouring the sauce into the meat. “We almost burned it,” he laughed softly, stirring the noodles. “Grab two bowls, yeah?” You nodded silently, grabbing bowls and forks for dinner. You handed Hawks his bowl and fork, letting him scoop noodles and sauce into his bowl and then yours. The two of you sat down at the dining table, eating in comfortable silence.

“I’m going to try and help you eat a little more baby bird,” he said between bites. “I don’t want you getting sick or pushing yourself too hard.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears again. “Thank you, Keigo.”

#hawks #bnha #hawks bnha #comfort #hawks imagines #keigo #takami #keigo takami #hawks x reader #platonic #bnha x reader #keigo x reader #eating comfort #cooking with hawks #bnha comfort #mha comfort #hawks mha

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milkacchan · 4 years ago

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Peaky blinders x sister reader with sensory issues, sensory overload piece next dears (requests are also open ❤)

Summary and cw: Reader goes into hyper sensitivity. I do not have Autism, I do however, have ADHD. I suffer with hypersensitivity and sensory overload. This particular story is one I'm writing off perosnal experience. It affects everyone differently, this is just how it affects me.

Tommy wouldn't say there was something off about you, but he'd probably say there was something peculiar about you.

You'd always been particular about things, ever since you were a baby, he can remember. He can remember you being /weird/ with things- like texture or temperature.

And he, along with Arthur, John and polly, mostly just him and Polly, assumed it was just normal; because to an extent it was. Babies find new things everyday and sometimes they don't like them, but they grow into them.

But then it became clear you /weren't/ growing into them. There were shirts you refused to wear because if how they felt on you. You'd cry and kick and scream. You wouldn't touch cold water unless it was for drinking- and don't get him started on wet floors.

As you got older, your reactions changed. You matured and he thought maybe you'd grow out of it. He hated seeing you upset

Wishful thinking. You didn't.

Here you were, 18 and gagging over how a glass mug felt in hand.

It'd been a rough morning, starting when you'd woken up. It was too hot, for one. You kicked the blankets off and moved to get up, the cold floors instantly sent chills through your body. Shoes were the first thing on, you couldn't deal with that today.

And dressing had gone okay until you'd reached for your sweater, touching the fabric you felt yourself gag. You take a deep breath, shaking your hand before going to put it on.

It was fine then, after you'd taken a few breaths and stretched the collar and you hoped to christ you stayed that way.

Finishing your routine, brushing your hair, brushing your teeth (which was hard enough on its own), you head down the stairs. You avoid touching the railing, unsure how your body would react.

"'Morning poppet," Pol hums.

"Mornin auntie."

"There's some hot water in the kitchen, get yourself some tea." She smiles softly and continues her hike to another room.

"Mmm," you nod tiredly.

You weren't sure you'd be able to finish tea, even start it really, not with how sick you felt. Your mind flickered back to the floor and the shirt, you groaned softly. Christ that only made it worse-

"Hey now,"

"Oh- sorry Tommy." You smile sheepishly. "Good mornin,"

"Good mornin', lost in thought already? Pretty early for that."

"Wish I could stop." You hum with a sigh reaching up in the cupboard to grab a mug. You slid it off the wood shelf.

Your body shuttered and you gagged, followed by a cough before dropping the cup. It shattered once it hit the ground and you groaned, squatting and holding your head.

You vaguely heard Tommy call your name, you were too busy trying not to puke. Everything was too much now- your shoes touched wrong, you couldn't wiggle your toes enough. Your hair felt weird along your fingers and your sweater- the fucking sweater. It just sat /wrong/.

"Hey," Tommy whispers, he looks panicked. "Hey are you okay?"

"Tommy," you take a shakey breath. You could feel the gag at the back of your throat. "Get my shirt off- get my fucking shirt off," you looked at the ground, trying not to focus on the fabric sitting against your skin.

"What...?"

"Tommy pull it off!"

"Okay- okay," his hands immediately drop to the hem of you sweater and he pushes it up your torso before tugging it over your head. He tossed it to the side. You're left in nothing but pants and a bra now, heaving as you screw your eyes shut.

"What's going on?" John's at the door now, sounding just as panicked as Tommy looked.

"Go get Pol," he says simply.

"What's-"

"Go get Pol." He hissed, sending a glare to his brother.

You slide your hand under his jacket to grab his sleeve before dropping your head to your brothers chest. He shrugs off his coat and abandons it where it drops.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers, his hands hovering over your skin.

You take a deep breath and nod. "You can try," you mumbled.

He placed a hand on your upper back, the other in you hair. You don't seem to react and he silently thanks the heavens before stroking your hair.

"You alright?" His voice is soft, laced with concern. He understood it now, you had an episode. He hasn't seen one in years, especially not one this bad.

You nod, swallowing thickly.

"Do you need a bucket?"

You shake your head and close your eyes.

"Is she alright?" Pol calls out as soon as she's stepped into the room.

"Had an episode Pol," Tommy strokes your hair and looks up. "Can you turn on the record and tell the boys it'll be a quieter day today?"

"Tommy.." You mumble.

"And get her the white shirt she has, the long sleeved one with the small strawberry on the left."

Of course he'd take care of it. It was Tommy, regardless of how you'd voice your distaste for it, hezd always take care of the situation.

"Does she need a bucket?"

"No, she's alright."

"Broke your glass Aunt Pol," you whisper. "M sorry,"

"It's alright poppet, I can get another one."

You nod slightly.

She takes off and you can here her Inform Arthur and John. You smile slightly.

"Is it happening often? I haven't seen you like this in almost two years. You just not telling us?"

Then music.

"'Not this bad," you sigh. "Smaller things though, yeah."

He nods slightly. "Alright,"

"M sorry you have to deal with it."

"Don't be, promise it's no trouble."

He takes your shirt from Polly and slips over your head. You pull your arms through.

It was a shirt he had made, it was soft, oa fabric you never seems to mind. It was years old, and you'd slip into it whenever things got to be too much, or texture just wasn't cooperating.

"Alright sweet girl," he squeezes your arm gently. "Let's move to the parlor." He lifts you as he stands.

"Tommy I can walk,"

"I know," he smiles. "I used to carry you when you were a kid though, and much less of a rat."

"Not a damn rat," you grumble, thankful when he sets you on the couch.

"You alright?" John asked worriedly.

"You don't need a bucket do you?"

"Why do you all keep asking if I need a bucket? No Arthur, I appreciate the concern, I don't need a bucket."

"So you're alright?" John asks again.

"Yes, stupid, I'm fine." You smile softly.

#peaky blinders x sister reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby #finn shelby #finn shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #john shelby #polly grey #polly gray #polly shelby #polly grey x reader #aunt polly

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years ago

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Another drabble request: Sam introducing you to everyone, pleaseee💕💕

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: self doubt, but it’s all cleared up as it was because of a misunderstanding

“And here we have... everyone. Not everyone, but most of them,” Sam finished the tour he just gave you and ended it in the open kitchen/ dining room. You squeezed his hand to calm him down a little bit.

Everyone's attention was on you as soon as they had spotted you. Sam and you had been dating for quite a while until he decided it was finally time to meet his team. You had already met his family and stayed a weekend at his sister's place, so you weren’t sure why he put off meeting the team for so long.

“Hey,” you waved awkwardly.

Steve greeted you from a distance with a wave back and went back to pull out more plates out of the cupboard. It only took only a few seconds until two faces were in front of you and beaming at you. If you would have looked to the side you would have seen a scowl on Sam's face. You couldn’t decide if you would greet Bucky or Natasha first, but the woman took it into her own hands and welcomed you first.

“I’ll kidnap your girl just for a short moment,” she said and pulled you along out of sight from your concerned boyfriend.

“Is this a Black Widow interrogation?” you asked only slightly concerned.

“No, I just want to show you something. Just around the corner and into the room.” She held the door open for you and closed it behind her. You were in a room with a whiteboard in the corner. The other woman walked right towards it and turned it around. “I just want you to show what we’re working with. Before you came over Sam debriefed us. As you can see, we have some do’s and don’ts on there and I’m actually breaking the first one right now.” Her smile grew and she didn’t look slightly worried and actually proud that she got a one on one that was standing at the top in Sam's messy handwriting.

“Why is there my favorite food on there? And things I like? And what does ‘no feet’ mean? And it's circled a lot?” You asked confused.

“I’m not allowed to answer that says the chart,” she laughed. “The point of bringing you here is simple. You’ve been together a long time and while Sam might have missed telling you why you haven’t meet us yet is because he is afraid we’ll make you run away. It has nothing to do with you, it’s us. I just thought I would show you that before you question yourself further. That is if I concluded right?”

A little wetness gathered in your eyes and you nodded. This was exactly what you had feared. You had wondered why was it okay to meet his family, but not a bunch of superheroes. Weren’t you good enough? But this... just proofed how nervous he was too. “I think I’m ready to go back,” you told her after a last look at the board and the two of you made your way towards the kitchen.

You found yourself back at Sam's side immediately and your hand found his again. “You okay?” he whispered in your ear.

“More than okay,” you assured him. “So can I help with the food?”

“You can take the table wear, if you want to. The food only needs to be put on the table, everything is ready.” Steve put you at ease when he pointed towards the silver ware and you followed him happily towards the table. Bucky placed your favorite drink in front of you and you didn’t even need to ask how he knew that.

“Is this a normal occurrence? That you all eat together?” you asked when you were all placed at the table.

“Usually it is way louder when we manage to all eat together,” Steve answered with a light smirk on his face.

“Is it because Sam told you not to be yourself?” At your words Sam almost spat out his drink. He didn’t need to ask how you knew; he saw the smirk on Tasha’s face. “I mean you can be yourself. I’m not scared away easily and I would feel better if I knew that you didn’t need to hold back.”

The first one to jump at the opportunity was Bucky. “Okay, good. So did Sam tell you how he was injured the last time?”

“Noooo?” you asked and looked shortly at Sam who buried his face in his hands, while the soldier started telling the story. It was a nice evening and Sam had only intervened two times, but he saw you laughing and having fun so he didn’t mind too much that they amused themselves at his expense. It also helped that you didn’t really leave his side except for when you cleared the table and when you used the bathroom.

When it was time to say goodbye Bucky assure you you were more than welcome to come back because he had many more stories to share.

Sam walked you home and it was quiet for a short while. "Do you... Do you like them?” he finally asked, his fingers intertwined with yours and swinging in sync with your steps.

“I do, but I thought you were ashamed of me. That’s why you never wanted me around them.”

He pulled you towards him with so much force you stumbled into him, but he caught you with his strong arms and pressed his lips on yours. “I. Am. Never. Ashamed. Of. You!” His words were interrupted by a kiss each time.

“Good, then don’t doubt me too. I already know that you’re an idiot – I don’t need Buckys stories to tell me that. I want to know the people that keep you safe, make you laugh and care for you. I am one of them too, I do all the things for you too!” You promised him and he kept you close on the sidewalk and made no intention to let go of you although 2 people already bumped in you too.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you. I love you.”

“Of course you shouldn’t have. Come on let’s go home before more people bump into us and I can tell you on our way what an idiot you were and how much I love you.”

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haddonfieldwhore · 2 years ago

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a knock on the door pt.2 - leon kennedy

leon kennedy x reader

warnings: one use of y/n, slight angst?, mentions of blood/violence, very cringe i hate this tbh

when you woke up later that morning, you felt as though you hadn’t slept at all. checking the time on your phone, 11:30am stared back at you, the brightness of the device hurting your eyes. you sighed, rubbing your eyes as you sat up and prepared yourself to face the reality of who was in your apartment; leon kennedy.

you were absolutely not ready to talk about what happened earlier, how could you be? the man that you had always hated, that had always annoyed you and royally screwed up your missions constantly, had kissed you. you thought the hatred between you two was mutual, and maybe it had been to start with, but did he feel something else for you now? and why all of the sudden; just because you had stitched him up when he showed up bloody and half dead on your doorstep? you shook your head, standing up and throwing on a sweater to keep you warm as you walked into the main area of your apartment.

leon was still asleep on the couch, the dark circles under his eyes showing how exhausted he was. his temple was bruised and there was dried blood in his hair, probably from the large cut he had gotten on his forehead that you had taped closed. you stopped in your tracks and watched him for a moment, his chest rising and falling slowly as he breathed in and out, occasionally letting out very soft snores. his hand was draped over his stomach, holding his injured side. he looked… peaceful; and you cursed yourself when you realized you were smiling at him. shaking off the strange fuzzy feeling looking at the sleepy blond had given you, you walked through the living room quietly to the kitchen. you dumped out the old pot of coffee and started a fresh one, grabbing two new mugs from the cupboard.

apparently having made too much noise, you heard leon begin to stir on the couch. soft grumbles fell from his lips before he groaned in pain, and you assumed he was trying to sit up.

“y/n?” he called out softly, and you peeked your head around the corner to look at him.

“in here,” you replied, your tone neutral in contrast to how fast your heart was beating. why the hell did he make you so nervous all of the sudden? you and leon had been running into eachother for years now, and you had never felt this way around him until now. you carried two mugs of coffee into the living room and handed one to leon, sitting in the chair across from the couch and pulling your legs up underneath you.

“thank you,”

“we’re still on the “thank you”s huh?” you replied.

“fine; this is the last time. but i’m serious, i know i had no right to show up here, especially not bleeding out in the middle of the night. you didn’t need to help me, but you did. and i appreciate it.”

you stared back at him for a moment, taking a sip of your coffee before speaking.

“you’re welcome. and for the record i haven’t decided if i regret it yet or not.”

leon smiled slightly, before his eyebrows knitted together and he looked down at his lap.

“are we gonna talk about-“

“what do you want me to say?” you interrupted him. “i …” you sighed. “leon, we’re not even friends. we’re not even on the same side.”

“you’re right. i- im sorry. maybe we could start over?” he didn’t meet your eyes as he spoke, instead staring the the coffee cup he held in his hands. you looked at his knuckles, bruised and bloody from whatever mission he had been on when he got hurt you assumed.

“it’s not that simple. i can’t change who i am and neither can you. we’re different sides of a coin, leon. i don’t know how we could be anything except what we are,” you argued. he sighed, finally looking up at you. “we’re supposed to hate eachother.”

“you’re right. i don’t know why i -“ he stopped. “i shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”

“i forgive you. all in all, it wasn’t the worst experience of my life,” you joked, and you were happy to see leon smile back at you.

“well, that’s good to know. careful, you might inflate my ego if you keep talking like that.” he teased, and you found yourself smiling again. you never thought you would find yourself smiling so much in his presence. “i don’t hate you, just for the record,” he continued, and your smile faltered a little.

“shouldn’t you? you know what i’ve done, the amount of lives i’ve risked to save my own skin,” you said. “you’re the good guy remember? that’s not me, and it never will be.”

“i… i know. i’m not perfect either though. but i know what you’re saying. i don’t know.. maybe i think you aren’t as selfish as you want people to believe.”

“right,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“you helped me, didn’t you?” he raised an eyebrow. you set your mug down on the table, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that’s different. i didn’t really have a choice.”

“but you did.”

“i thought we were done talking about this. i’m not a good person, leon. you can’t change that.”

“are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” he asked, and you opened your mouth to reply but closed it again.

“this is stupid,” you shook your head, getting up to walk away but stopping when his hand wrapped around your wrist gently.

“wait-“

“leon…” you sighed, looking down at him. the blond stared back up at you, and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your eyes wander down to his lips, and then his exposed torso under the open zip sweater you had given him. “you can’t change who i am.”

“i know. i know i can’t,” he stared back at you, still holding your wrist softly in his large hand. “i’ve known you long enough to figure that out.”

“so you know we can’t do this. it won’t work.”

“did it feel wrong?” he asked.

“what?” you stuttered, confused.

“when i kissed you. did it feel wrong?”

“leon, i don’t -“ you didn’t know what to say. the truth was no, it didn’t feel wrong. kissing leon felt amazing. sure, there was the slight feeling of it being forbidden that made it that much more exciting, but it had happened so fast you didn’t know how you felt. “one kiss doesn’t mean anything.”

“so kiss me,” he muttered softly, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. honestly, you thought you had heard him incorrectly.

“what?” you asked him to clarify.

“kiss me,” he repeated. “then you can see how you feel. no expectations, no strings attached.” he explained. you stared at him like he had three heads, before you really thought about what he had said. what was the worst that could happen; you kiss him and it’s terrible? no, that wouldn’t happen. you realized the worst thing that could happen is you could kiss him and you could enjoy it.

regardless of how terrible of an idea you thought it was, you found yourself sitting down on the couch next to him anyway, allowing leon to pull you closer. he let you move first, waiting for you to lean forward and press your lips to his. when you finally did, your eyelids fluttered closed as his lips moved so softly against yours. he was so gentle, allowing you to set the pace as your hand reached up to cradle his jaw lightly, as not to hurt his bruised face.

you pulled away to breathe, and he searched your eyes for any type of reaction, trying to judge how you were feeling. instead, you kissed him again, with a little more force this time. leon’s eyes widened in surprise before they closed, and his hand traveled up to rest on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. his tongue moved across your bottom lip and you allowed him to slide it into your mouth. careful not to hurt him, you straddled his thigh slightly and his other hand found the small of your waist, sliding under your sweater, and you welcomed the warmth of his hands on your skin.

“leon…” you moaned softly into the kiss, and he tugged on your bottom lip gently. he pulled back to look at you again, no almost in his lap while carefully avoiding his injured abdomen. he didn’t let go of you, and you let your fingers brush his blond hair away from his forehead, avoiding the cut above his eyebrow.

“what are you thinking?” he asked, finding himself leaning into your touch.

“i’m not sure… a lot of things all at once. everything is so complicated.”

“it doesn’t have to be. we can figure this out. if we can fight zombies and jump out of helicopters i think we can make this work- if you want to.” he laughed, and waited for you to answer. his thumb drew small circles against the small of your back, and you decided you liked the way his hands felt ok your skin.

“okay…” you whispered. leon smiled, and muttered a ‘come here’ under his breath before connecting your lips once more, kissing you slow and hard. you weren’t stupid; you knew this was probably doomed to fail, you both did- but for the moment, you were happy in leon’s arms, and he didn’t plan on letting you go.

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kepamount · 3 years ago

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part twenty-two - sunflowers

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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warnings: mention of infertility, explicit sex (don’t read the written part if you’re under 18 please!!), food play (drink play is a bit more accurate), nipple and breast play, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, pet names, dirty talk, degradation and praise (best of both worlds 🤩), hair pulling, choking, I think that’s it but pls let me know if I missed anything!!

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‘Honey, I’m home!’ Mason calls from the front door, making me roll my eyes. I wait until he enters the room to respond, briefly forgetting what I wanted to say when I catch sight of him. It seems he’s incapable of wearing a shirt, dressed in only a pair of black shorts with Nike slides, abs and biceps on show. He gives me a questioning look, confused at my silence, and I realise he’s just watched me ogle him without any response to what he said.

‘Stop calling me pet names,’ I say, looking away from him and going back to what I was doing before. I’m the middle of making fresh pizza for dinner and Mason was keeping me company in the kitchen, playing Dave on repeat through my speaker. When Tequila came on, he decided he fancied some tequila but we didn’t have any in our alcohol cupboard, so him and Cal walked down to the closest shop together to get some. I phoned Isla while he was gone to give her a quick update on the day so far.

We all spent the day on the beach together, sunbathing, playing games, swimming in the sea. We had a big birthday brunch in Ben and Steph’s villa and then ate loads of snacks on the beach all day, so none of us really fancied going out for dinner, opting to spend the evening in our villas instead. I didn’t mind the prospect of spending another evening with Mason because I haven’t spent that much time with him today so I’m not sick of him just yet.

We woke up together, cuddling and arguing in bed for a while before getting up to get ready for brunch, but after we left the villa, we barely spent any time together, not wanting our friends to suspect anything. Neither Kai nor Soph mentioned hearing anything so it seems we’re in the clear after last night. Thank God.

‘Why do you have such an issue with me calling you pet names? I thought girls loved all that,’ he asks with a grin, putting the bottle down on the countertop. ‘I do. Just not from you,’ I smile serenely, and he clutches at his heart in mock hurt. ‘Ouch. What about your Nico? Do you let him call you pet names?’ ‘Yeah, because his are sexy Italian pet names. Like mio amore, bellissima and cara,’ I say coyly, and he rolls his eyes.

‘I can call you those.’ ‘No, you can’t. If you get used to calling me pet names when we’re alone, you’ll accidently say one in front of our friends and then we’ll have a lot of explaining to do,’ I say drily, and he just grins. ‘So this is like a sexy little secret relationship?’ he asks, and I give him a mildly incredulous look. ‘We had sex once. That doesn’t mean we’re dating.’ ‘It’ll be more than once by the time we’re back in London,’ he smirks, and I shake my head amusedly. ‘You’re delusional,’ I laugh, opening the oven and putting the pizza in. I set a timer for 15 minutes on my phone, Mason searching in the cupboard full of glasses and cups.

‘Have we got limes?’ ‘Yeah, there’s some in the fruit bowl.’ ‘Do you mind cutting a couple of them up?’ he asks, and I nod, getting them out and beginning to chop them into eighths, assuming that he’s making cocktails. ‘Do we have salt?’ he asks, and I stare at him for a moment. ‘Did you just ask if we have salt? Of course we have salt,’ I say, holding back laughter as I hand him salt.

‘Wait, why do you need salt?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘We’re doing tequila shots,’ he replies, eyes focused on where he’s pouring the tequila out into shot glasses. ‘Seriously? Do you know how disgusting straight tequila is? And why do you need salt for shots?’ I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Have you never done proper tequila shots?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You’re supposed to have them with limes and salt.’ ‘Oh. I never knew that,’ I admit, and his grin grows even more. ‘Perfect. I’ll take your tequila shot virginity. Come here,’ he says, patting the kitchen island, and I jump up onto it, sitting beside where he’s got the shots lined up with the cut up limes and the salt.

‘Put this in your mouth,’ he says, holding up a lime to me, and I blink at him for a second. ‘In my mouth?’ I ask, and he chuckles, lifting it up and placing it so that the peel is between my lips, the actual edible bit not in my mouth. I watch as he lifts my hand to his lips, expecting another kiss to the hand like he’s done a few times, but I feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion when he licks a line in the area between my thumb and my wrist, eyes locked with mine.

He looks endlessly amused at my confusion as he continues, pouring salt on the area that he just licked. Then he licks up the salt before lifting a shot to his lips and knocking it back in a split second. And then he slides a hand around to the back of my neck, pulling me down towards him and taking the lime from my mouth with his own, our lips brushing together lightly.

Part of me wants to fight him and part of me wants to fuck him. I don’t know which part is bigger.

He smirks at the shock on my face, and I try to ignore the way my cheeks are heating up, deciding to get my own back. ‘My turn,’ I say sweetly, putting a lime in his mouth just how he did to me. I take his hand into mine but then change my mind, leaning forward to lick along his collarbone instead, shaking the salt into the little dip above the bone.

He watches me with dark and dilated eyes as I lick up the salt, tongue swiping along his collarbone, and knock back the shot (trying my best not to wince), his eyes sliding shut when I lean forward to take the lime from his mouth. I press my lips to his in a brief kiss before taking the lime, sucking the juice from it and holding back laughter at the look on his face.

‘Tease,’ he mutters as he leans down to lick along my exposed thigh, shaking salt onto the wet skin. I put a lime into my mouth as he licks the salt, my stomach turning at the feeling of his tongue somewhere so intimate. He takes the shot with ease before pulling me into another kiss, taking the lime after a few seconds.

I think for a moment, wondering where I should put the salt on his body this time before realising that I don’t have to find somewhere intimate to turn him on. He’s attracted to me regardless and I’m too classy to stoop to his level. So as much I want him to lie on the kitchen island and let me lick salt off his rib tattoo, I decide to tease him even more by not giving him what he wants.

I lift up his arm, licking along the inside of his forearm and he looks almost disappointed at the tame spot I’ve chosen, making me hold back laughter as I do my next shot. I take the lime from his mouth and he tries to keep my lips against his, wanting to deepen the kiss, but I break away, grinning at his eagerness.

‘I actually hate you, you know. This was supposed to be my way of getting you all worked up,’ he admits venomously, and I can’t help but laugh at him. ‘That’s why little boys shouldn’t try and play with big girls,’ I tease, and he raises an eyebrow, rising to the challenge. ‘Really? Little boy, am I?’ he asks softly, his hands appearing on my shoulders and pushing me back so I lie across the island.

I’m just in a pair of black cotton pants and his white t-shirt which he pushes up to expose the skin just below my boobs, licking a slow line across the area, making the breath catch in my throat. He smirks as he pours the salt on the area just below my chest, resting the lime atop one of my covered nipples rather than in my mouth. He licks up the salt, knocks back the shot and then takes the lime, lips brushing across my clothed nipple.

I try to contain myself but a soft breath falls from my lips, and he hears it, his smirk growing even wider. I can see him looking at how hard my nipples are through the t-shirt, and I’m grateful he can’t see how wet I am – I’m sure there’s probably a wet patch on my underwear so I keep my legs clamped shut.

Before I can even think about taking my next shot, he’s turning me over so I’m lying on my stomach. He pushes the t-shirt out of his way and licks a line down the dip in my back, sending a shiver through me, before he pours the salt and rests the lime on my ass cheek. He licks the salt up, my pussy absolutely soaked at the feeling of his tongue on me, and I can hear him knocking back the tequila. And then he takes the lime, lips pressing a kiss to my ass cheek, and I bite down on my lip, trying to keep myself together.

I turn back onto my front, both of us very worked up and trying our best to look like we’re unbothered. ‘You want any more shots?’ he asks with a smirk, and I consider it for a moment before shaking my head, sitting up. ‘I need to check the pizza,’ I say, and he drops his façade. ‘Fuck the pizza. I don’t want pizza. Let me eat you instead,’ he says lowly, pulling his t-shirt up over my head and throwing it over his shoulder onto the kitchen countertop.

‘God, your tits really are fucking amazing,’ he murmurs, instantly ducking his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers, coaxing a little gasp from me as my head falls back. I slide my fingers into his hair, as he mouths over my nipples, switching between the two whilst toying with the other with his fingers.

When a soft whimper escapes my lips, he loses patience, pushing me back onto the counter and pulling my pants down my legs, leaving me fully naked on the island before him. ‘God, you’re a fucking goddess,’ he mutters, admiring me, and the praise makes my heart swell, a shy smile on my lips. ‘Want me to eat you out, babe?’ he murmurs with a predatory smirk. ‘Yes, Mase, please,’ I whisper despite myself, and he grins.

‘Told you we’d fuck again,’ he says proudly, lifting my legs over his shoulders and beginning to kiss down my inner thighs. ‘We’re not fucking,’ I respond with a roll of my eyes, and he chuckles against my skin. ‘So you’re gonna let me eat you out and that’s it? You don’t want me to fuck you afterwards?’ he asks with a challenging raise of his eyebrow, and I try to keep my pride intact by responding, ‘no, your dick’s not that good.’ ‘Really? Do I need to remind you of last night?’

‘Remind me of how you told me to beg, I refused, and you fucked me anyway?’ I grin, and he doesn’t answer for a moment, clearly irritated. ‘Because you’re a stubborn brat and we wouldn’t have ended up fucking if it was up to you.’ ‘So you admit that it was all initiated by you, and I just let you fuck me rather than wanting you to fuck me?’ I say, even more amused, and he rolls his eyes. ‘God, you are so fucking annoying,’ he mutters, but before I can respond, he leans down and licks a bold stripe along my core.

I gasp, head falling back against the counter as he buries his face between my legs, tongue lapping at me. ‘Wow, fuck, you taste so fucking good,’ he says, voice muffled, and I moan softly at the vibrations of his mouth moving against my folds. He moves away slightly, looking up at me with an amused sparkle in his eye.

‘How are you so wet, babe? It’s obviously not me that’s made you this wet, since you’re not at all into me,’ he teases, knowing full well it’s his doing, and I roll my eyes. ‘I have a WAP,’ I say serenely, and he bursts out laughing, his breath fanning across my core and making me shiver. ‘Alright, Megan Thee Stallion,’ he mutters amusedly, ducking his head to lick slow and long stripes along my pussy like he has all the time in the world, tongue occasionally dipping between my folds and coaxing soft whimpers from me.

I tangle my fingers into his hair, gripping onto his locks tightly as he speeds up his pace, tongue fucking into me in a way that makes me whimper and whine despite how I try to keep it all in. ‘Feels good?’ he murmurs, the vibrations again making me let out a loud moan, his lips curling up into a satisfied grin. ‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

He begins flicking his tongue across my clit and I can’t help but close my thighs around his head, tugging on his hair. He groans at the feeling of his hair being pulled, and I moan at the feeling of him groaning against my pussy. It’s a vicious fucking cycle. He closes his lips around my clit, sucking softly as he slides a finger into me, my back arching up from the marble countertop.

‘Stay still,’ he murmurs, putting an arm across my stomach to keep me in place as he continues pumping his finger into me, lips against my clit. ‘Fuck, Mase. Feels so good,’ I breathe out, and he looks up at me with a cocky glint in those big brown eyes of his. He switches his hand and mouth, thumb rubbing at my clit and tongue slipping back into me.

My heels press into his back, mouth wide open but not a single sound coming out, the pleasure rendering me silent. The obscene slurping sounds of him eating me out is more than enough noise to fill the room – he’s fucking his tongue into me like a man possessed, having me hurtling towards my orgasm.

I’m so close, the knot in my stomach tightening as he sucks at my clit, pushing two fingers into me and pumping them at a mind-numbing pace. ‘Gonna cum for me, babe?’ he hums against me, and I can’t even muster up the sanity to reply, just moaning out his name, and he lets out a low chuckle before flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud, fingers curling against the spongy spot inside me.

And then my phone timer goes off.

We both jump in surprise, my orgasm ebbing away, and I curse internally as I let go of his hair, taking my legs off his shoulders. ‘Fuck’s sake. If the pizza’s burnt, it’s your fault,’ I hiss at him, jumping down off the counter and grabbing his t-shirt that he took off me, pulling it back on and rushing over to the oven. He stops the alarm on my phone with an entertained look on his face as I get the (perfectly cooked) pizza out of the oven, putting it down on the kitchen island.

‘Where’s the pizza cutter?’ I mutter to myself as I search through the drawers, Mason leaning against one of the counters and watching me amusedly, an obvious tent in his shorts. I finally find it and begin to cut through the pizza, but the cutter’s so shit. I’m about to ask him to do it (fuck the patriarchy and all that, but he’s a lot stronger than me so he should be doing this instead) but I feel his hands appear on my waist, his body pressing up to mine and his boner poking into my back.

I freeze, focused on the way his hands slide down to the hem of the t-shirt, disappearing underneath to travel up my torso and cup my boobs, rolling my nipples between his fingers. ‘Carry on, babe,’ he prompts amusedly, one of his hands moving my hair aside so he can kiss along my neck, teeth biting and lips sucking at the skin to leave a mark. It feels so good that I can’t even bring myself to tell him to stop – if my concealer can cover my brown girl dark circles, it can cover a hickey or two.

He slips a hand between my legs to push them apart, and he lets out an amused chuckle when I lift one leg up to rest my knee on the kitchen island, allowing him full access to my core. ‘Focus on slicing the pizza, you dirty little slut,’ he murmurs against my skin, but I can feel him pulling his shorts down, body alight with anticipation as I wait for him to fill me.

He falls completely still, lips disappearing from my neck, and I know he wants me to carry on with what I’m doing. He wants to torture me. I go back to cutting the pizza, feeling the head of his cock running up and down my folds a few moments later. ‘Do you want me to fuck you, babe?’ he asks against my ear, my heart sinking.

‘No,’ I respond despite every part of me screaming that yes, I very much would like him to fuck me. ‘Are you sure? You’re soaking, and you didn’t even get to cum. Doesn’t my pretty baby want me to fill her up with cock?’ he murmurs softly, my mind completely shutting down at being called his pretty baby, and I instantly fold.

‘Fuck, yes, please, fuck me, Mase. Please, wanna feel you,’ I whimper pathetically, and he chuckles, clearly feeling very victorious that he got me to admit that I want him. Both of us let out a simultaneous drawn-out ‘fuck’ as he slides all the way in, my knees going weak when he bottoms out. ‘The pizza’s not gonna cut itself, babe,’ he grins against my skin, not moving at all, and I roll my eyes, continuing to wrestle with this shitty pizza cutter.

He begins shallowly thrusting into me, barely pulling out and just slowly rocking his hips, gentle waves of pleasure rolling over me. My movements stop, too distracted with the way he’s fucking into me, and his movements stop too, and I want to scream. Is he really gonna make me cut this goddamn pizza while he’s fucking me? Sadist.

I try my best to focus on cutting the pizza as he fucks me, but he makes it slightly easier, clearly taking pity on me. His thrusts are shallow and slow, not exactly overwhelming, and he keeps his hands still on my waist rather than letting them roam over my body.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I complain, contemplating trying to just rip the pizza with my hands, and he laughs softly, continuing to rock his hips into mine at an agonisingly slow pace. ‘Come on, babe, you’re nearly done. I thought my dick wasn’t even good,’ he taunts me, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, it’s nearly as bad as this fucking pizza cutter,’ I say drily, and he chuckles, breath making my hair stir.

I spot a knife on the other side of the counter and reach for it, his thrusts stopping briefly as I hack at the pizza with the knife. As soon as it’s cut into something that resembles slices, I move it as far away as possible, and he wastes no time in pulling the t-shirt over my head and pushing me down onto the counter with his hand on my lower back, the cold marble against my skin making me shiver.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs soothingly, before pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in. ‘Fuck. Oh, god,’ I moan loudly, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and he laughs. ‘Not god. Just me,’ he says cockily, pushing my leg even further onto the counter so that I’m literally on tippy-toes with the other leg, majority of my weight on the island. ‘Could you be any more arrog- Oh, fuck!’ I cry out when he begins rubbing at my clit harshly, his other hand pressing hard into my back.

He sets a fierce pace, my pussy gushing around him, and my moans echo around the room along with the wet noises of his thrusts. ‘Ah, fuck, you feel so fucking good,’ he groans as I clench around him, his fingers toying with my clit as his cock drags against my walls, going impossibly deep.

He pounds into me, my body moving back and forth on the counter with every thrust of his, and my mind is completely empty of everything but him and his dick. ‘Fuck, Mason,’ I cry out, eyes watering, and he slows his pace slightly, giving me a brief reprieve from the way he’s literally railing me right now.

‘You okay?’ he murmurs softly, rubbing my back comfortingly. ‘Mmhmm. Need you, Mase,’ I whisper through deep breaths, pushing back into him as tears run down my face. ‘You’re literally crying and you’re still asking me to fuck you? Needy little slut,’ he laughs, wrapping my hair around his hand and pulling me up so our bodies are pressed together, my head bent back at an awkward angle with how he’s pulling my hair.

Being a dancer is an amazing thing. I’m flexible enough to bend back a little bit more, enough for my head to be facing upwards, my eyes meeting his. Even though his face is upside down, my heart flutters at the sight of him. His hair’s all sweaty and pasted down to his forehead, his face is flushed and his skin is dewy with perspiration, his eyes are dark and dilated, sparkling in the orange glow streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

‘Open your mouth, babe,’ he murmurs, and I do as he says, mesmerised as I watch him collect up the saliva in his mouth, poking out his tongue and letting it drip onto my outstretched tongue, my core gushing with arousal at his actions. I swallow it down, tasting the earthy tequila and tart lime that’s already in my mouth as well as the taste of my pussy, and he smirks at how I’ve just willingly let him spit in my mouth.

He slides his arms around me, slipping his fingers into my mouth with one hand, the other hand rubbing at my clit as he starts to fuck into me again. My knee is still up on the counter, allowing him to go so deep that it feels like he’s prodding against my cervix with each thrust, cock rubbing against the spot inside me that makes my moans project around the room.

I already feel myself nearing my high, clenching around him erratically as he fucks me slow and deep, completely pulling out only to push all the way back in, filling me up perfectly. ‘Are you close, babe?’ he asks softly, and all I can do is moan in response, the boy chuckling. ‘My pretty girl’s getting close, yeah? Gonna cum on my cock, babe?’ he asks, my eyes fluttering shut as the knot in my stomach tightens and I let out a string of unintelligible curses from around his fingers.

‘Come on, y/n. Cum for me, babe,’ he murmurs against my ear, removing his fingers from my mouth and moving his hand to my neck instead. The moment he tightens his fingers on either side of my throat, it’s game over. I moan his name loudly, legs shaking as I clench around him, eyes rolling back and head resting against his shoulder.

He rubs fast circles at my clit to get me through my orgasm, and as soon as my walls loosen around him, he’s pushing me back down onto the counter, hands tightening at my waist as he begins thrusting into me furiously fast to reach his own orgasm. I whine at the overstimulation, aftershocks making my body shudder along with the way he fucks into me, and he lets out soft grunts and groans. His cock twitches inside me and I know he’s close, so I’m surprised when he pulls out.

I just about manage to lift my head to look back at him, pussy flooding all over again when I see him tugging at his cock, head thrown back, veins in his neck and arms corded tight. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna…’ he trails off, letting out a drawn-out moan as he cums, his warm release covering my back and bum. God, why is he so fucking kinky? It’s making me want him to fuck me again.

He pumps himself through his orgasm, getting out every last drop, before the tension floods from his body, the boy giving me a relaxed grin. ‘Can I take a picture?’ he asks with a grin, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Are you serious?’ I ask, and he nods, giving me big puppy dog eyes. ‘Fine. But you better put it in ‘my eyes only’, and if you show anyone, I will murder you,’ I threaten, and he nods with a big grin, grabbing his phone from the counter.

‘Hold on a second,’ he says, his finger moving across my back and I realise he’s writing his initials on my back. Using his cum. ‘Are you having a laugh? God, this is so humiliating,’ I mutter as he laughs, waiting impatiently for him to get his picture, his hand on my bum when I hear the noise signalling he’s taken it.

‘So good for me,’ he murmurs, sliding his arms under my body to lift me up slightly, pressing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss that makes my heart jump. ‘Let me clean you up,’ he says after he breaks apart from me, getting a tea-towel out of one of the drawers.

‘Sorry for making a mess. I just remembered that I forgot to ask if you’re on birth control so I didn’t wanna cum in you,’ he says as he lightly rubs the towel over my body, and I look back at him incredulously. ‘Do you seriously think I would have told you to cum in me if I thought I was gonna get pregnant? And anyway, pulling out doesn’t work. You should know that,’ I reprimand, and he laughs.

‘It does. I’ve never gotten anyone pregnant,’ he says proudly, and I roll my eyes. ‘Not that you know of. You’ve probably got dozens of kids out there.’ ‘You think the mothers would keep them secret? I’d be paying child support before the kid’s even born,’ he says drily, making me laugh as I push myself up from the counter, turning around to face him. ‘Well, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I can’t get pregnant. I’m infertile,’ I say offhandedly, and he stares at me in a stunned silence.

‘Seriously?’ ‘Yeah. When I was with… when I was in my last relationship, I had this stupid idea to have a kid with him. You knew him – he just went along with whatever I said – so he agreed. And we tried, even though we both knew we were too young, but I couldn’t get pregnant. At first, I thought it was him because… well, you know his health was terrible. But I went to the doctors and they said I have premature ovarian failure. He suggested adopting but I saw it as a sign that I wasn’t ready for a kid,’ I explain quietly, feeling slightly awkward at telling him all this, but he listens intently, nodding at all the right places and taking my hand into his.

‘I’m really sorry, y/n. I know you were always so excited to have kids. But you still can! You can have a surrogate, or adopt!’ he says optimistically, my heart warming, and I nod. ‘Yeah, and I could get IVF if I decide I want to be pregnant. I don’t have to go through the traditional route of having a kid. A child is a blessing regardless of how they come into your life,’ I say, spouting out the exact same things I say to everyone I have this conversation with.

‘Exactly! I’m glad you haven’t given up hope or anything,’ he says cheerily, clearly hoping his positivity will carry on to me, and I smile at him, touched. ‘I’m still gonna be a MILF one day,’ I grin, and he laughs, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair comfortingly, the affection almost making me tear up. It’s been so long since a boy held me like this, in any way other than sexual.

‘Come on, let’s eat. You go and put some clothes on, and I’ll set the table outside,’ he says gently, pressing a kiss to my forehead before letting go of me. I head upstairs, cleaning myself up a little bit more, splashing my face with some water and pulling my hair back into a claw clip. I put on some clean underwear and get another t-shirt from his room before heading back downstairs.

He’s sat out on the downstairs balcony (our villas are on the edge of the hill so our balconies literally hang over the sea – so beautiful but so scary), and he’s set the table so nicely, with a little pot of sunflowers. A cocky smirk appears on his face when he sees I’m wearing another t-shirt of his, and I roll my eyes amusedly.

‘Welcome, mademoiselle,’ he grins, getting up and holding an arm out to me, and I giggle as he leads me to the table, helping me take a seat. He brings the pizza out, having neatened it up a little bit, and a jug of tequila sunrise, pouring some out into a glass for me.

We sit and talk on the balcony as we eat, getting through two full jugs of cocktail, watching the beautiful sunset. By the time we head back inside, it’s pitch black dark, stars twinkling beautifully in the night sky. Mason washes up as I cut us up some cake, and we continue talking as we eat our dessert at the kitchen island.

‘So how exactly did things end with him?’ he asks, and I let out a little sigh. ‘I got tired of his lifestyle. It’s all thanks to him that I got into this career but I wanted more and he was holding me back. Leaving him – and everything that came along with him – let me get to where I am. I knew I could achieve more if I wasn’t surrounded by him and his bullshit, and I was right,’ I explain simply, and he nods in agreement.

‘He was holding you back. I always told you that,’ he reminds me, and he’s right. He knew all along that my ex was bad for me. ‘I was too blind to see what you meant. I looked at him and not only did I see someone that I loved, I saw the life I always dreamed of. The fame and riches, the glitz and glamour. It wasn’t until a really long time after we got together that I realised I could achieve so much more without him, live a more meaningful life.’

‘Yeah, 100%. Look at the difference in yourself since you left him. You’re investing your time in activism, you’ve created an inclusive makeup line, your music is more meaningful and deep. You look a lot… healthier,’ he says, adding the last bit as an afterthought as though he wasn’t sure he should say it, and I let out a soft laugh. ‘Thanks. And you’re right. You were right back then too,’ I begin, and he waves his hand in the air.

‘Don’t. We don’t have to talk about it,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘I should apologise. You were always right, everything you tried to tell me back then. I was too caught up in that life to see it. I’m sorry for not listening to you when you were only trying to help me,’ I say quietly, and he gives me a gentle smile. ‘And I’m sorry for abandoning you when you were at a low point in your life,’ he murmurs, taking my hand into his, my heart fluttering.

‘You don’t have to apologise.’ ‘But I want to. Like you said, it’s not entirely your fault. So I accept your apology and hope you’ll accept mine.’ ‘Of course I accept it,’ I reply coyly, unable to meet his eyes, and he laughs, endeared at my shyness. ‘I’m glad. Let’s turn over a new leaf in our relationship. I’m tired of being enemies with you,’ he admits, making me laugh.

‘Okay, we can be friends. But I can’t just switch up and be nice to you all the time now. I’m still gonna have to be mean every now and then,’ I tell him, and he nods amusedly. ‘I wouldn’t expect anything less,’ he grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to my lips, my heart skipping a beat.

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quellmythirst · 3 years ago

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Call Me: A Cab

Summary: After meeting your phone sex operator on a date, you decide to take him home.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x PhoneSexOP! Billy Russo

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ONlY! Dirty Talk, Oral, kissing, chocking, biting, porn with little plot swearing. Other shit I missed...? let me know.

AN: Lots of folks asked for a follow up and I am very easily peer pressured. So, here you go my lovelies

One

The dinner was nice, it turns out that you and Billy had a few things in common. Namely a love of books and a very evil friend, though the difference in your lives was a lot you seemed to be getting along like fish in water. He admitted that he had known who you were when you made your appointment, your mutual friend suggesting that it would be a great way to tell you about his work, without the awkward conversations.

With dessert finished you feel excitement in your bones, acting way less reserved than you would normally. Immediately inviting Billy over for a night cap. You haven’t even gotten your second foot out of the restaurant door before he was pulling you close, his lips intertwining with yours in the most heated kiss you have ever experienced. His fingers holding your face close while his warm tongue sweeps through your mouth. Tingles running down your neck, lighting sparks through out your body. You stood in shock for a second, before your body came back down to earth, you kissed him back with all the passion you had been keeping in for the man in your phone.

Billy quickly hail’s a taxi, laughing as he tugs you down next to him in the back seat. There was no way Billy was keeping his hands to himself on the cab ride back to your apartment. One second they were in your hair, the next they were riding up the insides of your thigh. His lips are somehow even softer than you imagined and you had been imagining them since waking up this morning. The delicate caress he is giving your neck sends spark’s into your stomach, his long fingers inching closer to your panties, the only thing distracting you from Billy is the driver in the front seat. Who you could see staring at you in his mirror. Billy catches his eye, informing the man to keep his eyes front in a firm tone that made you shiver.

You kept your whimpers to a minimum at Billy's behest, insisting that he was the only one who got to hear you, the only one who could know how you sounded for for him.

You manage to bat his hands away long enough to unlock your door, the nerves starting to creep on you again. What if you didn't look how he imagined? What if he was disappointed that you weren’t some sex goddess? You began to fidget, not seeing the hungry way Billy was eyeing you in your tight dress. Imagining what you had on underneath, how your hair would look spread out beneath him. How the soft curve of your beautiful fucking legs would feel pressed into his chest or how fucking perfect your face would look when you came on him.

“What are you doing?" ”He asks, coming up behind you, his hands hold firmly on your hips.

“Getting us a glass of wine,"” you laugh dryly, figuring the wine would help to ease your nerves. Billy leans over you, his hard cock pressing into the small of your back. Reaching as he takes two glasses from the cupboard and setting them on the counter. Those long fucking fingers of his flicking at your wrist, curling around and gliding up your arm.

“I think you’re overthinking again,” You shiver when his warm whiskey breath ghost over your ear, your ass shaking into him, “Do you do that a lot?” He grabs you by the waist, keeping you closer to him. His hand sprays across your torso while he continues his assault on your neck, “Let me help with that,” he turns you, his legs caging you to the counter.

“Where's your bedroom?” He whispers, nudging the straps of your dress down.

“First door,” you begin to move, but he lifts you effortlessly, pressing you close to him. His thickness grinds into your pussy with every step he takes. Your hand tugging and combing through his soft hair, keeping his lips as close to you as possible.

“Good girl, don’t think. I’ll think for you, Beautiful,”

“Billy, put me down,” you protest, because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. You want the opposite, fuck you want to spend everyday being carried like this.

“In a sec,” he says, giving you a final kiss before setting your feet on the ground. He moves swiftly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, drawing his knees in between your legs. His hands skirting up the outside of your legs, gathering your dress at his wrist. At the same time he nudges his legs further apart, spreading you in front of him.

Your finger latches onto the collar of his shirt, leaning down to capture his lips. Slowly you move your hands down to unbutton it and push it from his shoulders. His skin is perfect, he’s perfect. You almost begin to feel overwhelmed when you hear his voice right in your ear.

“Does this have a zip?” He asks, struggling to get the dress over your waist.

“Ah yeh,” you free your hands from his firm chest, reaching down to pull at the invisible zip on the side and lifting the dress over your head.

“Fuck,” Billy growls, eyeing the pink lace set you're wearing. The pretty lace lining your delicious curves.

“Hmm..” you keen at the sound, unable to control the tremble that vibrates through you.

“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he says, his fingers dancing along your waist dipping into the band of your pantie's, bringing you closer to him, "if you didn't know it was me, why this?" He asks, continuing along the delicate line before snapping the elastic, making you squeak. Your breasts bouncing right in his face.

“It makes me feel sexy, even if none gets to see it,”

“It fucking should,” he moves his hand up, lingering along the bottom of the balcony bra, “if I saw this I don't think we would've gotten through dinner,” he growls, leaning forward and taking a bite of your stomach.

“Billy!” you giggle his stubble tickling you and covering your skin in goosebumps.

“Yes Beautiful?” he stares up at you through his long lashes. Those beautiful dark eyes gleaming with the lights from the street, his hair slightly messy from your hands winding through it, his firm chest dazzling with the tiniest hint of sweat. He looks ethereal.

“How are you so handsome?” you say leaning down to kiss him, his hands snake around your back snapping your bra off. Slowly he removes it from you before discarding it on the ground.

“Lay down,” he says softly, patting the bed beside him, “I want to see,”

“See what?” you ask, he doesn’t give you a second chance. His hands grip under your thighs as he picks you up, flipping you so that you're lying underneath him in the centre of the bed.

“How you look when you touch yourself for me,” his lips almost on top of yours before he leans back. You feel your body begin to heat up, did he really want to see that? Why wouldn't he just-

“The next time I call, I want to be able to see it perfectly, know what it looks like in my head” he moves off you, lying down beside you so that he has the full view. His head resting on his hand, he watches you intently, “Go on Beautiful, show me how I make you feel.”

“Will you talk to me?” You ask shyly, wanting to bury your head in the covers, but unable to part your eye from his.

“Only if you keep looking at me like that,”

Your hands drift down your body, slowly peeling your panties from your legs and kicking them off. You begin to feel your thighs, around your stomach, your breast's, teasing yourself.

“Pat your pussy,” he says, his hands disappearing lower before you hear the clink of a belt. “Good girl, keep going,” You start slowly rubbing tiny circles around your clit, sweeping gently through your folds.

“Shit, you look amazing playing with yourself for me,” he huffs adjusting to kick his own pants off, “put a finger inside,”

“Fuck,” you moan, his eyes never leaving yours, making the fire lick at your insides. You feel like he's got you in some kind of trance. You focus on your finger slipping in and out of you, the soft press on your clit. Billy’s fingers ghosting along your waist, admiring the rise and fall of your chest and the squelch of your pussy as it grows wetter.

“Touch your tit,” your other hand palming at your breast and pinching at your nipple. “That's it, put on a show for me,”

“Holy shit,” you feel your insides begin to tingle at his words and his hands begin to touch you.

“Doesn’t it feel good when you stop thinking?”

“YeS,”

“I can think for both of us, for however long you want Beautiful. Would you like that?” he asks, licking a stripe down the valley of your breasts.

“Uh huh,”

“May I?” Billy asks, wrapping his lips over your nipple, his fingers creeping their way down towards your pussy.

“Yes, please, yes,” you pant, arching your ass off the bed to move him closer. His fingers cover yours, copying your motions a few times before pulling your hand out of the way. His soft lips wrap around your juice covered fingers, his tongue swirling as he licks all of you from them. Dragging them slowly through his lips, his teeth grazing along them before they pop from his mouth.

“I need more of you,” he shifts, bringing your pulsing pussy towards his face. His tongue dart’s out to lick you from asshole to clit, “Fuck, you taste amazing. Such a delicious treat for me.”

You moan his name as his mouth devours your dripping pussy. Your body begins to twitch, bucking so erratically that Billy has to hold you down. His tongue getting deeper inside you than your fingers ever had. Licking and sucking on your insides while your mind swirled, blood rushing from your brain down into your swollen clit. His lips wrap around it gently biting down, tugging and pulling at the chords that were about to make you fall apart.

“Fuck, your going to cum aren’t you,” he says, like he didn't know exactly what he was doing to you, going back go his ministrations.

“Yes, fuck, I wanna cum,” you cry, your hands gripping onto his wrists as they held you down.

“Do it,” he moans into your pussy, “cum for me baby, cover my face in your cum,”

His eyes sear into yours, watching your face contort. Your nails dig into his skin. You tried to hold on, tried to keep those little sparks of pleasure in, but the way he was looking at you- “Fuck. Just let go baby, stop thinking,” his fingers press deeper into your hip, “cum,”

“Bil-, FUCK,” you thrust your pussy into his mouth, his tongue buried in you and his strong fucking hands holding you down forcing you to lay there, your body writhing and shaking as your orgasm pulses through you. He doesn’t stop, not until you begin to beg, “It's too much please, I need-” with a soft kiss to your dripping pussy he relents, trailing his wet sloppy kisses up your torso, lavishing your breasts and sucking his way up your neck. Finally he landed on your trembling lips. You bit down on his tongue, sucking it into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around and tasting yourself on Billy, you had never tasted anything sweeter, more erotic and you think your taste will ever be satiated again.

“You ready for my cock baby?” He asks, in a sultry whisper. You glimpse down, noticing how red and swollen the head of his cock is. The thickness bobbing onto his hard stomach, hovering above your aching, dripping pussy.

“Ye-Yes,”

“You sure? Coz you’re not going to be satisfied with anyone else after me,” he says, not in the smug tone you expect, his voice almost breathless as he states it like it's a fact. Like he knows he's already ruined you and this will be the final nail in the coffin.

“Please, Billy,” you beg, “please fuck me,”

“Open those beautiful fuckin legs for me,” his palms grip your inner thighs, pressing them back until they're at your chest. You feel your pussy pulse with anticipation, your juices dripping onto the bed beneath you. The head of his cock slapping into your clit makes you moan loudly, sending shock's pleasure through your sensitive body. He slips his cock down through your lips, gathering your cum on his cock. His face contorts, squinting his eyes together trying to resist the urge to plunge right into you.

“You want me?” He asks teasingly. You nod, unable to find the words, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from whining. His head presses into you, before pulling back out, “Shit, you're so fuckin tight,” he presses back in, slowly burning and stretching you on his thick cock. His cock feel’s exquisite; you've never felt so full in your life. “You feel fucking amazing,” he moans, keeping his cock still inside you, “squeeze me baby,” your pussy obeys his command before you can even think, clenching down on him. You feel him throbbing against your ridges, the thick veins of his cock pressing into your walls.

His thrusts start slow, calculating every one, working hard to find that spot deep within you. Praising you and moaning while he does it. Your own mind blank, focusing instead on the feel of his cock, the sparks of pleasure pulsating through your whole body. “Harder, please, harder,” you cry, pulling him down into a feverish kiss.

His body covers you, bending you in half. His arms on either side of your head as he slams into you, his cock grinding before withdrawing each time, brushing along your clit and sending you spinning. “Keep making those noises,” he pants, “I fuckin love your sounds,”

He moves his hand, leaning up on one elbow, his eyes watching you as he slips a hand along your jaw, pulling you into another kiss before it slides down, holding your throat. “So good,” you cry, bringing your own hand up to his, pressing his fingers in at the sides.

"You looks so pretty taking me so deep," he moans, pressing in harder until your vision starts to blur. His cock keeps spearing in and out of you. “Fuck I'm so close, you feel so fucking good,” Tears start to form in your eyes as you feel your pussy start to spasm, “you gonna cum again?”

“So close,”

“Me to beautiful, shit your pussy-”

“Bite me,” you scream, his hand shifts around your throat, his thumb tilting your chin up as his lips connect with your pulse point. Testing the waters he nips at your throat, “harder than that,” you cry and you hear Billy let out a small giggle

“There's my girl, tell me how you want it baby,”

“Bite me like you mean it,” his teeth sink into your flesh, your pussy so close to shattering his cock as it grips him tight.

“Good girl,” he bites down again, searing pleasure just a second away, “my good girl,” he murmurs into your neck, “you’re gonna cum, cover my cock in your cum when I do it again,” He licks at the mark admiring how pretty your soft flesh looks with his teeth marks. “Then I'm gunna fill you up Beautiful,” his breath on your ear, “gunna fill you full of my cum and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,”

He latches onto your neck, his teeth grazing while his tongue licks at you, only stopping to tell you to cum over and over until your whole body is shaking, his fingers digging into your jaw, “that's it baby,” he pulls back to watch you, “give it to me, give me all your cum,” the sight of you writhing beneath him makes his legs shake and his bones fucking shiver.

“Tell me you want it,” his voice breathless, “tell me you want my cum inside you,”

“Yes, fuck fill me,” you pant, your words almost non coherent, to lost in your own pleasure.

“Fuck I'm gunna-,” he stutters his hips shaking as he pound’s his cum into you, pushing it deeper and deeper within you, “I don't want to stop,” he growls, “you feel so good,” his cock growing soft as he continued to fuck into you slowly.

Your fingers twine through his hair pulling his lips down to yours, his body pressing you. The heaviness pressing you into the mattress beneath him, while your lips remained joined, “That was-” you pant, your breath still lost.

“Amazing,” he finishes your sentence, his hand dusting along your cheek.

“Better than I imagined,” you sigh.

“Not me. I knew you'd be perfect.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you joke, trying to ease the awkward afterness.

“No,” he lifts your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “I really don’t”

“What do we do now?”

“We’re going to have a rest, then if you feel up for it. We could go for round 2?”

“Again?” raising your eyebrow at him, his thumb brushing over your lip.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,”

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