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almostempty · 9 hours ago

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PSA THIS IS JUST ME SCREAMING AFTER EVERY PARAGRAPH BC I'M OBSESSED

That’s not even the issue here,” you counter, a little more defensively than you meant. “It’s just… what do you even wear on a date with someone like Javier?”

LIKE FOR REAL! i believe the correct answer is actually nothing, and you just invite him straight into your pants

“It’s not every day that my friend leaves with a man like that at the end of her shift, only to find out he’s some annoyingly hot coworker she didn’t even bother mentioning—”

Connie so fucking real for that take

She groans, dragging it out for dramatic effect. “No. You wear that thing out all the time.”

I really love her so much

“No idea, which makes the getting ready process even more difficult. I’m putting you down,” you warn her, setting down the receiver on your dresser.

the corded phone giving me a fucking flashback omg

You’ve been doing everything possible not to spiral into overthinking, trying to act normal about this date. Part of you still can’t believe it’s actually happening.

FR I WOULD LOSE MY SHIT HELLO

Yet, he keeps choosing you, showing up with this sincerity that’s completely messed with your head, confessing feelings and sticking around like he’s actually serious.

AND HOW DARE HE

He’s taken over your mind, lingering there like a sexy, infuriating ghost.

he can haunt me

With Javier, it would sting worse if he turned out to be the arrogant womanizer you’d pegged him as after all the shit that’s transpired between the two of you.

in fact, i might crawl into this fic and shoot him with a gun (kidding) if he doesn't get his shit together

You finish getting ready and head into the kitchenette, grabbing a shot glass. You pour yourself a quick splash of Fireball, hoping it’ll help you feel a little more mellow, maybe a little less wound-up. You toss it back, letting the burn calm the nerves that won’t stop buzzing as the minutes drag by.

she's so strong, i woulda taken a pull from the bottle accidentally drank half of it and ruined my own date i stg i'd be FREAKIN

The sight that greets you could knock the air right from your lungs.

TELL ME BB TELL ME

His typical black leather jacket stretches across his broad shoulders, a flushed blue shirt underneath, his neck on full display while the top of his chest teases you beneath the few undone buttons.

MMMM THAT SLUTTY OPEN SHIRT

His jeans fit him perfectly, hugging his narrow waist and leading down to a pair of well-worn leather boots. But what really catches your attention is the single peony he holds delicately in his hand.

BITCH NOT THE SINGLE PEONY FUCK OFF i got my peony tattoo bc of this fic actually, write that down

His gaze roams over you, like he doesn’t know where to look, definitely lingering on your legs then your cleavage before his warm, brown eyes meet yours. “You look good, nena.” He leaves you feeling like he’s undressing you with just that look.

if he did that to me i'd be fuckin' dead y'all LIKE HERE LIES WEDS DEAD BC THAT STUPID MAN JUST LOOKED AT HER

You bite back a smile and raise an eyebrow, opting to tease him. “Thanks, Javi. You look… exactly how you always do.”

fuck yes, be stronger than me, flip him shit

He’s doing the bare minimum, bringing you a fucking flower, and you’re already feeling all warm and mushy.

yeah it WOULD WORK ON ME

“Well now I have to know what you said.” “Maybe one day.”

UM YEAH, I'LL BE REMEMBERING THAT YEP SHE GONN TELL US

It seems like he has an actual plan for this date, which surprises you, but then again he’s been full of fucking surprises since the moment you met him.

a man with a PLAN? the bar may be in hell but that would DO IT FOR MEEEEEEEEE

So he’s not native to this city, which was kind of obvious with the slight twang some of his words seem to have. You wonder where he’s actually from.

me legit thinking wdym gorl we ain't new here, I've got his rap sheet

As you reach the sidewalk, Javier surprises you by sliding his hand into yours, smooth and confident. The gesture catches you off guard, and you can feel heat pooling at your cheeks. He’s annoyingly charming, and he knows it.

A FLOWER, A PLAN, CONFIDENCE. SHUT UPPPPPPP

His hand is so much bigger than yours, rough skin brushing against your softer palm in a way that feels—well, it feels like it fits.

the way you would make me think of that fucking hand gif set again AT A TIME LIKE THIS, HOW DARE YOU

“This okay?” he asks, glancing down with a glint of mischief in his eyes, catching you right in the middle of your little lustful trance.

no, no NO NO NO IT IS NOT OKAY BC I'M DEAD

He gives a soft scoff, looking amused. “That’s not really my style. I’d feel like a total fraud…” he pauses, studying your expression, “unless that’s what you wanted. I could do it if that’s what you’re into.”

LMAO is he me? like fuck that shit...unless, you're into it then uh I'll stfu bb

“Oh wow,” you say, chewing slowly with a hand hovering over your mouth.

shut uppppp now i gotta go get a jamaica and chorizo tacos and i'm already there too many days of the week

And damn, if you don’t notice every bit of him in that damn leather jacket, his dark hair slightly tousled and looking as if he were some walking sex deity.

sex deity not an exaggeration at all

The world sees sex work as some kind of sordid choice, casting assumptions.

their loss

No one has ever gotten under your skin or tangled your senses like he does. With Javier, the tension builds until it’s all-consuming—whether it’s the way his hands map every inch of your skin or his mouth works you over. It’s maddening, how easily he pulls you apart and leaves you craving more.

me referring to reading this fic

And as you share an amused glance, you can’t help but think… yeah, maybe you do.

OPE THERE IT IS

Javier pauses, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. “Alright, alright. Probably rap. Used to be all about rock—my pops had me hooked young. But out here? My taste has gotten a little West Coast.”

still imagining javi listening to Too $hort and y'all never gonna take that away from me heheheheheheheh

“A Texan boy gone Cali,” you say, feigning surprise. “You love to see it.”

too good

“R&B. Lauryn Hill and Destiny’s Child have provided the soundtracks to some very pivotal moments in my life.”

yESS

“I gotta ask you something,” he says, his voice dipping just a bit. “And be honest. Why didn’t you like me?”

jesus fuck bb, reading that made my heart and my pussy stop beating like oh shit

“I wasn’t a fan of how you... got around. And the way you’d micromanage every move during shoots, like your way was always best. Or how you’d just use your dick to get whatever you wanted.”

yeah girl! being honest!

“And when we met, you were already trying to charm your way into my pants like I was one of your groupies,” you add, “Made it feel like you were always angling for something. I guess I just didn’t want to be another name on your list.”

REAL

He exhales, scratching at his jaw. “Fair enough,” he declares. “I didn’t always used to be like this. The whole showboating thing, it’s sort of… a front, I guess. When I started, I had to become a different version of myself. This cocky asshole who had his shit together because… fuck, I didn’t know what else to do. After the bullshit back home, I needed the distance. I needed to prove something.”

VULNERABLE JAVI GOT DAYUM

Sympathy blossoms, the kind that grows for someone who’s managed to build walls without even meaning to.

i just like that sentence

As you both turn back towards his truck, he reaches for your hand again, his fingers curling around yours, gentle and reassuring. You lean into him, resting your head on his arm as you walk. It feels natural, like you’re both finally seeing each other, piece by piece, without all the defenses.

SHUT UP WTF

There’s a warmth that reaches from his body to yours, one you can’t help but lean into as your hand finds his, fingers lacing loosely. Resting your head just near his chest, you feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, solid and steady.

it's so romantic i'm gonna emote

“Can’t let this night end without you knowin’ what my intentions are.” He pauses, then adds, “I want to keep seeing you.” His words melt into the night as he dips his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his face nuzzling softly into your hair.

EVERYONE SHUT UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME

“It’s not about you, or… or the work. I don’t care that you’re in porn.” you say gently. “It’s just the idea of dating someone who—well, you know.”

EXCUSE ME

ARE YOU PUTTING ANGST IN HERE ??? I'M GONNA THROW ROCKS

You’d be fucking stupid to walk away from all this without knowing what it feels like to kiss him, the man who’s wound you up so tight and left you as breathless as he has conflicted.

ACCURATE YES

His hold on your waist tightens as your hands slide up to tangle in his hair, tugging at it, and he lets out a low, guttural grunt that gets your bones vibrating.

i'm gonna vibrate through the fucking ether oh my goddddd the whole kissing scene pls

In one swift movement, Javier maneuvers you, switching positions so that your back is pressed against the hood of his truck.

i'm shedding a tear of sexual, emotional, and romantic yearning

“Gonna make me cum in my pants kissin’ me like that,” he mumbles against your neck..

that'd be hot too idc

He drags his lips back up, brushing his nose against yours, coaxing you into another kiss—this one softer, more controlled, yet no less potent.

i actually can't, like i'm so unwell reading this i don't have anything fun to say about it, i just need him so, so, so, so, so, so, badly

His mouth curls into a smirk against your collarbone, and he lifts his head slightly, his hand sliding over the fabric of your top, shifting it down until your breasts are bared to the cool night air.

i'm passing away

His scent fills your lungs, his taste lingers on your tongue, feeling his perfect fucking body against you, hearing his subtle grunts, your vision glazed over with tears of pleasure from how he’s making you feel.

returned as a ghost and now i'm just shrieking

His mouth descends again, and he looks up at you when he’s reached your breasts. “Not gonna fuck you, since I’m bein’ a gentleman and all,” he murmurs, the words hot against your skin, “but I am gonna get you off just by playin’ with your tits.”

he's so stupid, how do i create him??? i'm never recovering

“Oh fuck that feels so good.” You can’t help but be so vocal and he loves it, the sound of your voice doing just as much to get him off in the same way that his mouth doesn’t let up on your tits.

i have been staring at the wall trying to calm my own body down long enough to keep reading LIKE DAMN DOWN GIRL IT'S NOT HAPPENING LEND ME THE COGNITIVE FUNCTIONING TO KEEP READING HOLY FUCK

You’re soaked, and he can feel it, his cock pressing insistently against the heat of your clothed pussy as your hips grind down onto him, building a rhythm that he matches with his mouth.

no but like, that's it! right there! tits out, against the truck, dry humping like a feral teenager out past curfew i'm fuckin' done forrrrrr somebody scrape my body up with a shovel I've disintegrated

“Baby, just with the way you’re movin’ your hips, I can tell you ride cock like a fuckin’ champ.”

wouldn't you like to know! <- i'd say if i weren't drooling and trembling

He lets out a low groan as he adjusts the angle of your hips, pressing you firmly against his erection. The new angle grinds perfectly against your clit, drawing you deeper into the pleasure until it’s all-consuming, each nerve tuned only to him.

i have nothing useful to say, i'm just in awe, mout gaping like a fucking fish plsssss it's so VIVID

“That's right, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, his praise and gentle kisses softening the overstimulation into something even more intoxicating.

I'm so fucked up over him i need a lobotomy so i can have a chance at continuing on with my life after reading this and i know this chapter isn't even over PLS

“Don’t worry about me, nena.” His gravelly voice reassures you. “Seein’ you like this is enough for me.”

maybe he's proving his point being a real gentleman, i'm choosing to imagine he's gonna cream his jeans and you can't stop me

“So, what now?” you ask, voice sharper than you meant, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “We just… go our separate ways? Pretend none of this ever happened?” He looks down, his jaw tense, and the silence that follows is thick, each second feeling like an eternity. His eyes meet yours and he sighs. “I guess so.”

KAT I AM GONNA THREATEN YOU WITH VIOLENCE DON'T YOU DAREEEEEEEEE

He places his hands on his hips, shifting his weight, exasperation written in every taut line of his body. “Do I need to remind you that I’m a grown-ass man who can make his own decisions? I’m starting to hate this job, and I want you. I don’t care if I have to work a hundred side gigs. If that’s what it takes for you to be mine, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

OH MY GODD HOW IS THIS ALMOST WORSE BC NOW I'LL IMAGINE IT FOREVER AND NEVER HAVE IT OMG

“You sound like my agent,” he interrupts with a dry laugh, flexing his jaw. “I’ve thought about it. It’s all I can think about. I can’t even keep my cock hard enough to fuck the girls on set anymore, and like I told you before—I’m not taking pills for that shit.”

I NEED HIM I NEED HiM RGHT AWAY

“So...we’re doing this?” he asks, a crooked smile on his face that makes him look boyish and so damn pretty.

I have to go touch grass, eat dirt, walk into the ocean, lay on the street in the rain, get frostbite, a third degree burn, literally anything pls i can't continue on without having him

“Does that mean I can come inside?” And with the way his lips quirk up into a cocky smile, you know exactly what this motherfucker means.

HE CAN COME IN MEEEEEEEEEE (you know i had to)

“Nope, we’re taking things slow… and I’m not fucking you until you get tested.”

she is the strongest woman in the fictional universe or i am a loose moraled slut, but it's probably the first one

You smirk, pretending to ignore the way his fingers are trailing dangerously close to your panties.

did you write every line of this just for me? like hand crafted, organic, farm to table, JUST. FOR. ME.

Sure, you still haven’t officially slept with him, but that hasn’t stopped either of you from exploring each other. He’s kept his promise to make you feel amazing, finding delicious ways to learn your body without actually crossing that line.

SOBBING, OH MY GODDDD THE BUILD UP

It wasn’t until a few days ago that you finally returned the favor, slipping into the shower with him and blowing his mind in every sense of the word, until he was helplessly spilling down your throat. Your jaw’s still a little sore from how eagerly you’d gone down on him, the memory of his breathless groans seared in your mind.

same

Tonight, he’d asked you to be his girlfriend, officially. He’d planned this whole evening at a rooftop restaurant, it was a little too fancy, but he looked at you like he couldn’t believe his luck.

the two of them are EVERYTHING TO ME

Connie’s eyes light up, and your cheeks flush. “Consistent dick is the ultimate antidepressant. Trust me, I’d know,” she says with a wink.

I love Connie she is my supreme leader

“Javier, is that you?” Her voice is low, sultry, every word dripping with familiarity as she slides up beside him, her gaze unmistakably hungry. “Dios mío, mira qué guapo te has puesto, mi amor.”

close your eyes i'm about to commit woman on woman violence

A flush of fury burns through you, and you’re on the verge of standing up, ready to beat her ass for her audacity.

yeah, I TOO WOULD THROW HANDS IDC I'LL CATCH A CHARGE

“I’ll be better about shutting them down,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even if you do look hot when you’re jealous.”

UGH OKAYYYY BUT STILLL

She laughs, nodding at you. “Oh, you want to see her fight? Be here during a major sports event. Last year during March Madness, she gave this guy a black eye ‘cause he called her a cunt when she accidentally changed the channel, then ended up going toe-to-toe with his girlfriend.”

i love her

“Didn’t mean to dump it on you like that,” he says, leaning on the bar, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat on the counter, his gaze cast downward.

me thinking i'm sharing funny anecdotes, backtracking when i realize i misread the room

“She taught me most of what I know, and we shot a lot of projects together. People liked what they saw, and after a while, I started getting paired with older co-stars. That kinda became my thing. MILFs and cougars,” he says, his gaze tracing your features to gauge your response.

i'd prefer that legacy to the barely legal scene, i said what i said

You can tell from the way his face falls into a scowl that he doesn’t like how you’ve phrased it. “What I have with you is different, cariño. Not something scripted for a camera.”

title reference swoon!

Your heart stirs at the depth in his voice. He lets out a small breath, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. “I know you’ve got your hang-ups, and I get it. I’ve been there. It’s… hard to feel like you’re enough when you’re constantly comparing yourself to people who don’t even matter. But I’m tellin’ you, baby, it shouldn’t be like that with us.”

stop ruining my life with him i CANNOT HANDLE IT

He shifts a little closer, his gaze earnest. “I’ll help you feel more confident the way someone once did for me. But the difference? I’m givin’ you everything. Not just sex, not just some half-hearted attempt. I’m here—all in.”

quietly sobbing and nodding mhmm anything for u bb

“Turn around, baby, let me see you.” You turn to face him, nerves quieted by the way he’s looking at you—as if he’s seeing you naked for the first time. He lets out a soft, almost reverent groan, then extends his hands, urging you closer. You step forward, your hands finding his shoulders as you finally straddle his lap, his warmth searing through you.

EVERYTHING, THIS IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEE

“Yes, Javi,” you breathe out, voice thick with need, “I need you so bad.”

me whipsering the same thing to my phone screen like it's a prayer

His grip on your hip tightens. “Stay still,” he commands, using that sexy bedroom voice of his that’s even more gravelly and deeper than his usual cadence.

SIR YES SIR

His stare holds yours, a silent promise that tonight, he’s going to take his time, making sure you feel every single second of it.

torture me pls

But just as you reach that edge, he pulls the toy away and turns it off, leaving you gasping, the sensation dissipating as quickly as it built. Your eyes snap open and you sit up slightly, desperate and hazy, locking onto him. “What the fuck?”

EDGE ME BB

He taps your knee, urging you to spread wider, his gaze fixed on you with unrestrained desire. And the way he looks at you—like you’re all he’s ever wanted—banishes every flicker of self-doubt, every whisper of insecurity.

i'm sooooooo unfortunately serious, how am i supposed to continue after reading this ?? with life ?? THAT IS CRUEL! SICK PUNISHMENT!

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he coos, stroking your cheek as he sets the vibrator to its highest setting, plunging it inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy crying around it only fuel his hunger as he watches your face.

pls can someone come over and read the rest to me????? my eyes keep rolling back, cross eyed, blurred by tears, i'm so gone

He grins, mocking your pout with one of his own, voice dripping with feigned sympathy. “Don’t say that, baby. You’re breakin’ my heart.” He brushes one last kiss against your lips, pulling back just as you lean into him, already aching to feel him close again, his warmth a cruel tease.

not the 'you're breakin' my heart' nooooooo i can HEAR IT

He undresses fully, and your mouth literally waters as your gaze traces the sculpted lines of his stomach, following the trail of hair that leads down to his thick, throbbing cock.

MEEEEEEEEE I'm FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

You need to fuck this man.

i feel this sentence in the very core of my being

He groans, the heat in his eyes darkening as he adjusts his hips, hovering right there, just out of reach. “Go ahead, baby, take it. Put it in.”

no words left, just moaning as i read this like a SICKO

Reaching down, your fingers wrap around his length, both of you gasping as you feel the heat and hardness of him pulsing in your hand. You squeeze gently, stroking him slowly, and he hisses, rolling his hips into your grip. You swirl your thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precome across his skin, the silky-slick texture making you dizzy with anticipation. Drunk on him, on everything he evokes in you, you guide the head of his cock to your soaked, swollen entrance, rubbing it slowly against your aching slit.

somebody call me an ambulance (don't) how is every word so perfect

The sensation has you trembling, but when he finally pushes forward, easing himself into you, you let out a loud, breathless whine. The stretch of him is so perfect, so utterly fulfilling that your back arches, your toes curling as your head falls back into the sheets.

10000/10 no notes rereading forever and ever and ever

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven as he thrusts forward, filling you to the hilt. “Nena,” he grunts, voice ragged, “I’m not gonna last—shit.” He sounds as wrecked as you feel, his hips pressing flush against yours as he sinks in deep, your inner walls gripping him as if you’ll never let him go.

I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT

“Fuck—puta madre, nenita—you feel so good—” His voice breaks, and he gives one, two, three hard thrusts, burying himself deep as his release finally takes over, his warm, pulsing release spilling into you as he groans loudly, hips grinding as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm.

YEAH

You’ve never seen him look this wrecked, his breath still uneven and his face flushed—all because of you. Fighting the urge to smirk, you can’t help but revel in the sight of him.

CAN YOU IMAGINE I'D BE A FUCKING MENACE LIKE Y'ALLLLL PUSSY TOO GOOD MY SEX DEITY CAN'T EVEN HANG GOD DAYUMMM

“Pussy’s too damn good, baby. Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans, a grin tugging at his lips, his words breathy and awed.

LMAOOOOOO EXACTLY!!!

Now you let yourself smirk, feeling the flush of satisfaction. He nuzzles his nose against yours, murmuring, “Gotta make up for that.”

i'm actually printing this chapter (the whole fic actually), framing it, hanging it above my bed, and calling it required reading for anyone who wants to smash idc I'll wait all night for u to read it bb

As he finishes devouring you between your thighs, you barely have a moment to catch your breath before he’s thrusting into you again, harder and deeper this time, with a fierce intensity that rips a loud, shameless cry from you. Right, he’s got that pornstar stamina.

I'M FUCKING SCREAMING

But he is that good. Beyond that good. He’s better.

ugly, snotty, crying and repeating 'pornstar javi isn't real, pornstar javi isn't real'

“Got you singin’ like a fuckin’ bird, nenita,” he teases, his laugh tapering off into a low groan. “And to think you didn’t want this. Now look at you—all fucked out and creamin’ on my cock”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It feels like you’ve drifted to the heavens, like he’s drawn out every last ounce of strength from you. You’re dazed, floating, but he’s still there, whispering to you, “Good girl, that’s it. I’ve got you,” his voice a warm balm as he slows his movements, matching the rhythm of your aftershocks, soothing you with each gentle thrust as he holds you close.

pls

“You’re not real,” you mumble into his chest, your voice muffled but laced with awe. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, a low, comforting sound that makes you smile even wider.

I KNOW RIGHT

“I’m very real, and very yours, nena,” Javi replies, his hand drifting lazily up and down your back in gentle strokes that make you melt even further. The warmth of his words seeps into you, and your heart flutters.

STFU STFU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUNG MAN OR SAY IT TO MY FACE

“Catering to my every whim already? I just became your girlfriend,” you tease. “Yeah, and I’m trying to keep it that way for the foreseeable future,” he says, brushing a quick, sweet kiss on the tip of your nose before slipping away from you.

so stupid, i need a thousand of him, I've lost my single brain cell and this fic is the only thing that remains in my consciousness, and it's so fucking GOOD IT HURTS GOD DAYUMMMMMMMMM

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD JUST FUCK ME UP LIKE THIS ON A THURSDAY WITH NO REGARD FOR MY WILL TO RECOVER ??

THE DATE

THE SEMI PUBLIC AGAINST THE TRUCK TITS OUT DRY HUMPING BONANZA JUST FOR ME

THE ONLY ACCEPTANCE AND COMMITMENT THERAPY I NEED IS JAVI AT MY DOOR TELLING ME HOW MUCH HE'S THOUGHT ABOUT ME AND HOW HE'S WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES FOR A SHOT ???

THE UNDER THE BAR TEASE BEFORE THAT JEALOUSY HIT LIKE A FUCKING BRICK !!

THE INSAAAAANE DREAMY TEASING, THE VIBE, THE MOOD, THE TENDERNESS AND ADORATION, THE VIVID REALNESS OF THE ENTIRE SCENEEEEE LIKE BITCH I GOTTA CHANGE MY SHEETS AND SHOWER NOW AND I'M NOT EVEN IN BED HELP

Summary: A lot of firsts with Javi.

Tags: smut, slight angst, nipple play, dry humping, lots of making out, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, jealousy, edging, overstimulation, use of sex toys (vibrator), oral (f receiving), cum eating, unprotected p in v sex (finally), javi is clipped (not mentioned), babe wake up pornstar!javi lore just dropped, no use of y/n, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

A/N: i attempted to make this chapter a little longer, definitely filthier, and above all: satisfying. shoutout to my bestie hermosa @persephone-girl for reading over part of this and quelling all the second thoughts i had in the middle of writing it out 🖤 love you guys, enjoyyyy ✨

You purse your lips at your reflection, tilting your head as if a new angle will make everything click. The phone is wedged between your shoulder and ear, and Connie’s voice crackles over the line, keeping you company.

“Since when do you care so much about getting dolled up?” she teases, picking up on the way you’re fussing.

You tug the hem of the dress down a bit, “That’s not even the issue here,” you counter, a little more defensively than you meant. “It’s just… what do you even wear on a date with someone like Javier?”

Connie lets out a sly laugh. “Well, if I knew more about him, maybe I’d be able to help you out here.”

You huff, rolling your eyes even though she can’t see it, leaning closer to the mirror as you swipe at the mascara wand. “You’re still on that?”

“It’s not every day that my friend leaves with a man like that at the end of her shift, only to find out he’s some annoyingly hot coworker she didn’t even bother mentioning—”

“There was nothing to mention,” you cut in quickly.

“Nothing to mention?” she repeats, scandalized. “He ate you out in an elevator, you talked an orgasm out of him, and you let him slip the tip of his dick inside—”

“Okay!” You cut her off again, voice a bit higher than intended. “Shouldn’t you be out saving lives or something?”

“Currently on day two, hour nine, of my three-twelves.” Her sigh fills your ear. “I’m exhausted. Let me live through your smokin’ sex life so I don’t tear my hair out.”

“Steve not doing it for you anymore?” you tease, rubbing away a bit of lipstick that smudged onto your teeth.

“Oh, he is, but after three overnight shifts? Even the thought of sex is exhausting,” she admits, a laugh edging her words.

You get it; distinctively thinking about the last spring break week where you worked non-stop, running from shoots all day to the bar all night on three hours of sleep.

That was definitely the week you aged five years in one go.

“Now, back to you,” she snaps you out of your memories. “What did you finally decide on?”

“The black dress.” You say it like it’s the only logical choice.

She groans, dragging it out for dramatic effect. “No. You wear that thing out all the time.”

“I bought it for a reason. To wear it.”

“Oh, come on. I think you should switch it up a little. Make it more fun.”

“Fun?” you echo, skeptical, glancing over at your closet.

“Fun,” she confirms, “like that mini skirt with the flowy fabric. Makes your ass look so good and shows just enough cheek to leave him hanging,” she says all playfully, “Just throw on a top that shows the girls off and you’ll be set. It’s flirty and hot… exactly like your little boy toy and way fresher than a black dress.”

You snort, feeling a little flutter at the mention of Javier being your boy toy. “A classic date-night outfit is classic for a reason, you know?”

“Mhmm, so classic I’m falling asleep. Go grab the skirt and thank me later,” she presses.

You grumble out a fine, deciding to humor her. Maybe you will like it better than the dress.

Rummaging through your closet is a little difficult with the corded phone in your hand but you manage, finally spotting the garment under the mountain of clothes that you’ve just thrown in here and pretended weren’t your problem.

“Where’s he taking you, anyways?”

“No idea, which makes the getting ready process even more difficult. I’m putting you down,” you warn her, setting down the receiver on your dresser.

You toss aside a few ‘not quite’ options before finding a top cute enough for this flirty and hot vision she’s painting. The deep color of it has your skin glowing, the cut of the neckline making your tits look enticing.

The snug skirt teases just enough at your thighs and you do a half turn, glancing back at the mirror to check your own ass out—and damn if she wasn’t on the money.

“Okay, I’m back.”

“And?”

You pause, smiling as you take in your reflection. “I look hot.”

There’s a sharp, delighted squeal on her end. “See? I told you! That’s what friends are for—giving you advice you don’t listen to until you’re basically forced to.”

Her laugh makes you grin, but then you hear a muffle as she talks to someone else in the background. She comes back, tone rushed but still playful. “Alright, I’m being called back onto the floor. But seriously, have fun. Don’t put out unless you want to, and please, please, don’t wait months to fill me in, okay?”

“I won’t,” you chuckle, her instructions making you feel like you’re back in high school. “Thanks, Con.”

“Go get him, you vixen,” she teases, and the line goes dead, leaving you with your thoughts.

You’ve been doing everything possible not to spiral into overthinking, trying to act normal about this date. Part of you still can’t believe it’s actually happening.

You’ve fought him, resisted him, silently judged others for falling for his charms—yet somehow still managed to give in.

If someone had told you months ago that you’d be in this position, you would’ve straight up laughed in their face.

The whole trajectory of it feels warped. You can’t help but wonder if this is all some elaborate game, a long con to get you in his bed.

But then, the doubts don’t quite hold up, not with how much effort he’s put into just getting your attention. If it were about sex, he wouldn’t need all this—he could walk outside, flash that lazy, dimpled grin, and probably have someone falling for him within seconds.

Hell, he could call one of his co-stars and make it that much easier on himself.

Yet, he keeps choosing you, showing up with this sincerity that’s completely messed with your head, confessing feelings and sticking around like he’s actually serious. He’s taken over your mind, lingering there like a sexy, infuriating ghost.

At least you’ve given yourself an ultimatum: if this goes south, you’ll walk away and he’ll leave you alone.

You still remember how low you felt after things with Frankie, and that was amicably ended.

With Javier, it would sting worse if he turned out to be the arrogant womanizer you’d pegged him as after all the shit that’s transpired between the two of you.

Then, you hear the familiar creak of the stairs, the soft shuffle of footsteps, followed by a knock at the door. Your heart skips a beat.

With a deep breath, you slip on a light jacket and grab your purse before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

The sight that greets you could knock the air right from your lungs.

His typical black leather jacket stretches across his broad shoulders, a flushed blue shirt underneath, his neck on full display while the top of his chest teases you beneath the few undone buttons.

“Hey,” you greet, trying to keep it casual, as if your heart isn’t pounding just from seeing him stand there. He is so damn handsome, it almost feels unfair.

You bite back a smile and raise an eyebrow, opting to tease him. “Thanks, Javi. You look… exactly how you always do.”

He chuckles, a lazy smile spreading across his face, and you catch a little dimple on his cheek. “Damn. And here I thought I put in more effort tonight.” He licks his lips, then holds out the flower. “This is for you. I might’ve mentioned our night out to my neighbor, and she clipped this from her garden. Thought it was less on the nose than a red rose.”

You take it from him, its soft petals brushing against your fingers, and bring it to your nose. The sweet, fresh scent makes you sigh a little.

He’s doing the bare minimum, bringing you a fucking flower, and you’re already feeling all warm and mushy. You’ll just blame the one shot of whisky for that. “Talking me up already?”

He chuckles, his eyes appreciating the way your makeup highlights each feature.

“Let’s just say I bum cigarettes off her in exchange for a little company. You just happened to come up.”

“Well now I have to know what you said.”

“Maybe one day.”

This moment already feels charged for no reason.

“I’m going to hold you to that” you warn him playfully. “Thank her for me. And tell her she’s got good taste in flowers.”

He gives you a nod, eyes softening. “I will. You ready?”

“Mhm,” you hum, stepping out to lock the door behind you.

As you turn, you realize how close he’s standing, and the scent of mint and cologne hits you in an instant, making your head spin. He smells fucking incredible.

“So,” you start, trying to ignore the fact that you can practically feel the heat radiating from his skin. “Where are we going?”

He falls into step beside you as you both head down the stairs. “To the best food truck in the city.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow, both amused and a little charmed by the casual choice.

He nods, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s by Lake Hollywood Park, which is convenient ‘cause we’ll end our night around there.”

It seems like he has an actual plan for this date, which surprises you, but then again he’s been full of fucking surprises since the moment you met him. “Sounds like fun. Better not be shit though,” you say, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder, twirling the flower between your fingers.

“I think I’ve lived in L.A. long enough now to know what’s good and what isn’t.”

So he’s not native to this city, which was kind of obvious with the slight twang some of his words seem to have. You wonder where he’s actually from.

His hand is so much bigger than yours, rough skin brushing against your softer palm in a way that feels—well, it feels like it fits.

Your mind doesn’t miss a beat, leaping straight to the memory of his fingers pressed inside you, knuckle deep, his tongue flicking at your clit as you unraveled for him.

You bite the inside of your lip, willing yourself to stay cool, but damn, those hands could do a lot of things.

How you even fit two of his fingers remains a mystery, but it’s one you’re more than willing to solve again.

“This okay?” he asks, glancing down with a glint of mischief in his eyes, catching you right in the middle of your little lustful trance.

“Perfectly fine,” you reply, squeezing his hand, that glint pulling you in deeper, and you let it.

“Okay, I think I have a little more faith in your spot now that we’re here.” You settle across from Javier at the picnic table you managed to snag nearby, eyeing the food as he sets it out between you.

He smirks, raising an eyebrow. “You doubted me?”

“Just a little.” You pinch your thumb and finger together with a playful grin, scrunching your nose as you laugh. His lopsided smile makes an appearance, sending your heart into a flutter.

“Then I’ll let the food do the talking. Let that be my ‘I told you so.’”

“Oh, please, I don’t need to hear that twice in one day.”

As you stick your straw into your cup of hibiscus agua fresca, the sweet flavor hits you instantly, and you let out a delighted little hum without even thinking.

His gaze snaps to you, amusement lighting up his eyes. “Someone’s already beaten me to it?”

“Connie,” you confess, dragging your tray of tacos closer and inhaling the smell that makes your stomach practically growl. “She helped me pick this outfit, you know, since someone here was pretty vague on the details.”

He chuckles, reaching for the salsa verde and giving his tacos a generous drizzle before handing the bottle over. “I told you we’d be outside. I thought that’d be enough.”

You take it from him, fingers brushing together, and damn if your skin doesn’t actually tingle. “Honestly, I was expecting more of a steakhouse vibe.”

Your tongue darts over your lower lip as you take in his thoughtfulness. “Nah. This is...perfect, actually.”

A light sparks in his eyes at your word choice. “Perfect, huh?”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Uh huh, don’t get a big head over it.”

“So, I owe Connie for getting you in that skirt?” His voice is smooth, that teasing lilt unmistakable.

Heat climbs up your neck, pooling at your cheeks. “You like it?”

His eyes narrow slightly, that look dark and appreciative. “I think it’s sexy as hell, yeah. But in an effort to be more...gentlemanly—Te ves hermosa. Like always.”

Normally, you’d roll your eyes at him laying it on thick, but right now? You don’t mind it at all.

The attention feels genuine, his words dipping straight between your legs rather than floating on his usual bravado.

“Sweet talk me all you want,” you say, trying to rein yourself in, “but the real test of this date’s success? It all lies in this meal.”

He chuckles, and you’re grateful for the little shift, picking up a taco and clinking it with his, like a toast. The first bite is practically life-changing—the smoky, spicy flavors somehow better than you’d even anticipated.

“Oh wow,” you say, chewing slowly with a hand hovering over your mouth. “Not bad, Peña. This is actually delicious.”

His grin is smug, triumphant, and as he takes another bite, you’re momentarily distracted by the way his jaw flexes, muscles taut as he chews. And damn, if you don’t notice every bit of him in that damn leather jacket, his dark hair slightly tousled and looking as if he were some walking sex deity.

You mentally curse yourself for already feeling way too into him.

You chat lightly, going over the usual first-date questions. Somehow, even the simple stuff feels easy and natural with him—there’s something in the way he responds that keeps you drawn in, even if the questions themselves aren’t all that thrilling.

What’s your favorite color? When’s your birthday? Where are you from?

“Texas. And you?” he answers, swiping the napkin over his lips before balling it up, tossing it into his now empty tray.

So he’s a southern boy. That detail definitely adds to his charm. You tell him the name of your hometown, and then, after a beat, add, “Bit far from home, huh? Got family here?”

He shakes his head, reaching into his jacket for a pack of gum. He pulls out two pieces, offering you one.

Okay, another bare minimum act that’s got you all fucking blushy.

“Nah,” he says, chewing his own piece of gum. “It’s just me out here.”

“Your family must be thrilled about what you do…wait, do they know?” you ask, unwrapping the stick and glancing at him.

He sighs, scratching at his jaw. “My pops knows. My mom…” He pauses, a shadow of something crosses his face. “She passed when I was in high school.”

Your heart squeezes, a flicker of guilt making you wince. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t sweat it,” he interrupts gently, waving it off casually. “It gets tiring hearing it. But yeah, my pops and the rest of them…they don’t exactly jump for joy when it comes to my job. Guess it’s a good thing I stopped giving a fuck about what they think.”

The reality of it sinks in as you watch him across the table, his eyes distant for a moment. You’d never really thought about how it all might affect him (or any of the other stars, honestly) outside of sets and studios.

The world sees sex work as some kind of sordid choice, casting assumptions.

Sure, it’s got its problematic aspects just like any other industry, but with the puritan culture that’s plagued society since the beginning of time, really, it’s seen as such a devious thing when in reality; it could be something so beautiful. A celebration of the human body, of the unity between two people.

Whether you’re a woman or a man—you bear the weight of every stereotype, every judgment, and, especially, the stigma that comes with it.

You hesitate, but your curiosity gets the best of you. “Are you close with them?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he absently smooths his mustache with his thumb and forefinger, eyes thoughtful. “Yes and no.”

Something in his tone tells you this isn’t a thread to pull on right now. So, you pivot the conversation, deciding to leave that part of him for another night.

You glance at your tray, grinning. “This might actually be the best meal I’ve had in a long time. And I’m not bullshitting you.”

His eyes light up, that charming, lazy smile sliding back into place. “I’ll refrain from saying I told you so.”

You laugh, throwing a crumpled napkin at him, which he catches without missing a beat.

He leans in, his voice low. “So, now that I’ve won your approval in the food department, I’ve gotta finish on a strong note so I don’t mess it all up, right?”

You feel your pulse quicken “Sure do. Got anything up your sleeve, or is this where the gentlemanly plan ends?”

“I’ve got plans.” His voice dips, his eyes tracing over you, wetting his lips and that thudding begins to thrum faintly between your thighs. “Thought we’d take a walk, keep getting to know each other…” The suggestive way in which he’s speaking definitely gives his words a double meaning, “Then head to my favorite lookout spot. Best view in the city, hands down.Whatever happens to feel right can unfold after that.”

“Sounds like you’re anticipating something unfolding.”

“Can you blame me? You’re walkin’ around lookin’ good enough to eat.”

You feel a thrill dancing up your spine at his bluntness, “Boundaries still stand, Javi. I’m not sleeping with you.”

He chuckles, a low, knowing sound that sends your stomach into a twist. “That’s fine. I think I’ve shown we can have plenty of fun without crossing that line.”

Every electrifying sexual encounter hits you all at once, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, he’s right.

“And If I remember correctly, I wasn’t the one begging for more.”

A hot flash sweeps through you. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

He grins, not missing a beat. “Admit it, you like it.”

And as you share an amused glance, you can’t help but think… yeah, maybe you do.

The two of you walk side by side under the soft glow of the street lights lining the park. He flicks open his lighter, cigarette wedged between his lips, and you watch the quick flame as it lights up his face for a second before fading out.

You would usually mind the smoke, but somehow, with him, it’s just… fitting. A small indulgence that somehow suits his edges.

“Favorite music genre?” you ask, breaking the quiet.

“Would it be a cop-out to say a little bit of everything?”

“Oh absolutely.”

“A Texan boy gone Cali,” you say, feigning surprise. “You love to see it.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling as he glances at you, then flips the question back. “What about you?”

“R&B. Lauryn Hill and Destiny’s Child have provided the soundtracks to some very pivotal moments in my life.”

He nods, and for a while, the conversation flows smoothly from one topic to another—favorite childhood memories, the dumb stuff you did as teenagers, and random things you never imagined you’d share with him.

Javi raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I bet you were a teacher’s pet.”

“Teacher’s pet? No way. I was a bit of a know-it-all, but I had this rebellious streak,” you admit, “Got in trouble more than once for talking back. I just couldn’t help it.”

“Figures. You’ve got that fire.”

Eventually, he flicks his cigarette to the ground, stamping it out before looking at you with a curious glint in his eye. “I gotta ask you something,” he says, his voice dipping just a bit. “And be honest. Why didn’t you like me?”

It’s not the first time he’s asked you this, but now that you’re seeing him in a different light, the answer comes easily, less defensive. “Okay,” you start, meeting his gaze. “I wasn’t a fan of how you... got around. And the way you’d micromanage every move during shoots, like your way was always best. Or how you’d just use your dick to get whatever you wanted.”

His silence stretches, and he takes out another piece of gum, nodding slowly as he listens. “And when we met, you were already trying to charm your way into my pants like I was one of your groupies,” you add, “Made it feel like you were always angling for something. I guess I just didn’t want to be another name on your list.”

There’s something in his tone that pulls at you, but you don’t press. You’re surprised he’s even sharing this much.

“The women, the confidence—all of it. Figured that’s who I had to be to make it. And it worked up until you left… when I realized just how fucked things had gotten for me. After walkin’ out on Robbie, I’ve been trying to be more careful with the jobs I take but fuck, it’s hard.”

This man—this smooth, confident guy you thought you had all figured out—carries more than his rugged allure and that killer smile.

Sympathy blossoms, the kind that grows for someone who’s managed to build walls without even meaning to.

The details remain unsaid, and though curiosity simmers, you let the silence hang.

“You’ll figure it out, Javi. Life has a funny way of kicking you when you’re down, but somehow, things start falling into place eventually. Might sound like a bad fortune cookie, but it’s true.”

His gaze intense and warm under the park lights, brown eyes looking softer, shadows dancing across his face. The way he looks at you makes your legs shake.

You can’t help the small, vulnerable smile that plays at your lips as you wonder if maybe, just maybe, this moment is worth disregarding your own rules for.

His eyes flicker down to your mouth almost on instinct, and you’re caught in a breath, almost tempted to close the space and feel those lips on yours.

But instead, you let the moment breathe between you, keeping the tension electric, and he’s the one who finally breaks the silence. “Thanks nena. Here’s to hopin’ I don’t have to make a trip down to the unemployment office.” He jokes with a laugh that pulls one out of you too, “Let’s head back. Got one more thing to show you.”

A gentle breeze passes through as you lean against the hood of Javier’s truck, taking in the iconic view.

The twinkling city lights are sprawled out in front of you, while the Hollywood sign looms large and proud in the background. You’ve avoided tourist traps since you moved to LA. Dealing with the general public and pornstars on sets on a daily basis already felt like a big enough dose of Hollywood.

Tonight, though, there’s some kind of magic in being here and you can see why people find themselves drawn to it. Maybe it has something to do with the handsome man beside you.

“You bring all your dates here?” you ask, teasingly.

Javier rubs his lips together, a quiet smile flickering at the edges. “I don’t go on many dates, believe it or not.” He inches a little closer, draping his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh wow, Peña. So smooth.” You roll your eyes, but you can’t ignore the steady, intoxicating scent of him, the one that’s been teasing you all night, and how it engulfs you entirely.

There’s a warmth that reaches from his body to yours, one you can’t help but lean into as your hand finds his, fingers lacing loosely.

Resting your head just near his chest, you feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, solid and steady.

Your breath catches for just a moment, and he feels it too, the faint hesitation creeping in.

Because the truth is, you’re not sure exactly what you want from this. A relationship? A fling? Could you handle being with someone whose job meant fucking other people—even if emotions are fully detatched?

You draw away slightly, positioning yourself to stand between his legs now as he leans against the truck, watching you, a question in his eyes.

“Tonight was wonderful. Better than a lot of first dates I’ve been on…” you trail off, and he quirks an eyebrow, a hint of concern already flashing in his eyes.

“But…?” he prompts, his voice soft but wary.

“Look, I have the utmost respect for what you do. I know what it takes, if anyone can understand what you actors go through, it’s me and all the other crews out there. I’ve seen shit hit the fan more times than I can count.” You twist your fingers, feeling the tension between wanting him and feeling hesitant. “But dating someone in the industry… I don’t know if I’m cut out for that.”

His shoulders drop a little, and he sighs. “Yeah… I figured.” He lets out a rough laugh, though it’s clear he’s disappointed. “Not the first time this has happened, or the last, probably. I just… I guess I was hopin’ this would be different.”

“It’s not about you, or… or the work. I don’t care that you’re in porn.” you say gently. “It’s just the idea of dating someone who—well, you know.”

He lets out a sigh, a heavy, defeated sound, and his eyes meet yours. “I know, nena, trust me. It’s a lot. I’m not holding it against you.” His hand runs over his face, frustration tightening his jaw. “It’s just…disappointing as fuck, but I get it.”

Before he can sink too deeply into the regret, of thinking he’s wasted a night taking you out, you reach out, catching his wrists and gently pulling his hands down. You’re close enough now to feel his breath brush across your cheek, and you hold his gaze, fierce and a little daring.

You’d be fucking stupid to walk away from all this without knowing what it feels like to kiss him, the man who’s wound you up so tight and left you as breathless as he has conflicted.

Slowly, you place his hands on your waist, leaning in until your lips barely touch his, your breath mingling together. You can practically feel his heart beating against his chest.

“Kiss me, Javi,” you murmur.

There’s no hesitation. His mouth meets yours, warm and certain, sending a spark through every nerve. His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, and you lose yourself in him.

Javier’s mouth moves against yours like he’s savoring every second, his lips plush and gentle, taking his time.

It’s all so new, so beautifully unhurried.

You meet his pace, moving your lips softly, feeling the slight press and release. When he parts from you slightly, you’re already missing the taste of his mouth, chasing after him.

Then he tilts his head and leans in again, deepening the kiss, his lips fitting against yours with more purpose. He presses closer, his body warm and solid, and you feel his tongue swipe slowly across your lower lip.

A shiver runs through you as you part your lips for him, and the moment his tongue dips into your mouth, a soft moan escapes you, helpless against the sensation.

The sound seems to set something off inside him. Suddenly, the kiss grows hot and urgent, his hands gripping your hips as if he’s afraid to let go, kneading the flesh there while his mouth moves against yours with a new hunger.

Your own hands find their way to his jaw, your fingers sliding up to frame his face, desperate to bring him closer, needing the taste of him to linger.

The feel of his mustache brushes against your sensitive skin adds an edge that only heightens every sensation he’s bestowing on you.

Your tongue meets his, every glide and stroke of it fueling an ache that spreads through you, heat pooling as your teeth clash slightly, both of you pouring months of pent-up desire and frustration into this kiss.

His hold on your waist tightens as your hands slide up to tangle in his hair, tugging at it, and he lets out a low, guttural grunt that gets your bones vibrating.

In one swift movement, Javier maneuvers you, switching positions so that your back is pressed against the hood of his truck.

The cool metal beneath you contrasts with the heat of his body, and one of his hands slides from your waist, strong and possessive, until it grips the plushness of your thigh, hitching it over his hip and pulling your core against his.

The friction, the way his body aligns so perfectly with yours, ignites every nerve in your body.

You gasp against his mouth when his hard length presses against your clothed cunt, right where you need him most. The pressure sends a surge of arousal pooling low in your belly, and you arch into him, craving his intensity.

Your own hands roam, sliding to his jaw, feeling the scratch of his stubble against your palm, then his back, his shoulders, reveling in the feel of him. His mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, tracing a slow, wet line down to your neck, where he leaves a trail of heated kisses that have you gasping for air.

The burn in your lungs is nothing compared to the ache building between your legs, an ache that only grows sharper every time he ruts his hips against yours.

“Gonna make me cum in my pants kissin’ me like that,” he mumbles against your neck..

He drags his lips back up, brushing his nose against yours, coaxing you into another kiss—this one softer, more controlled, yet no less potent.

You’re breathless when you part again, but it’s as though your body doesn’t care, desperate to keep feeling him against you.

When he reaches the curve of your breasts, he pauses, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses over the swells, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth just enough to make you shiver.

“Please, Javi,” you murmur, though you’re not even sure what you’re asking for. All you know is that you’re floating in this thick haze of desire, utterly lost in him, the feel of his lips, the intoxicating drag of his teeth against your skin.

You gasp, eyes widening, instinctively sitting up straighter, a half-laugh, half-nervous glance flicking around your surroundings, instinctively pulling him closer to shield you.

His dark eyes meet your gaze, a flicker of mischief swirling with the lust there.

“Here? What if someone sees us?” you breathe, heart thudding in your chest as the chill hardens your nipples to sensitive peaks.

“No one’s gonna bother us, nena, te lo prometo.” Before you can respond, his mouth is on your neck, placing a soft, slow kiss there, licking a stripe and tasting your perfume.

His hands find your breasts, fingers curling around the supple skin, his thumbs brushing your nipples in languid circles that have you melting against him, your breath catching with each teasing stroke.

It’s impossible to focus on anything when Javier’s so in tune with every inch of your body, instinctively reading each gasp and shiver.

His hands are so skilled, cupping, squeezing, until one trails along your waist, playing with your pretty skirt with a firm, claiming touch.

It's the perfect push and pull that floods your senses with him, until you’re completely lost.

He watches your reactions, eyes dark and filled with a simmering hunger as you lean flat against the hood of the truck, giving him access.

The whimper you let out is animalistic, your legs wrapping around his waist, pressing him closer.

Javier’s mouth is unrelenting, lips wrapping around your nipple with a hot, wet pressure that sends electric jolts straight to your cunt.

His tongue swirls over the sensitive peak, teasing it, as his teeth scrape the aching bud ever so lightly, making you gasp. Then he shifts, sinking his mouth lower to nip, to suck harder, his fingers coming up to twist your other nipple roughly, pinching and tugging at it, making you cry and writhe beneath him.

His other hand is no less demanding, gripping your thigh and ass with rough squeezes, the heat of his touch spreading through the thin barrier of your skirt. When he smacks your flesh, the jolt arches your back off the hood of the truck, pulling a breathy moan from your lips that has him smirking against your chest.

You’re soaked, and he can feel it, his cock pressing insistently against the heat of your clothed pussy as your hips grind down onto him, building a rhythm that he matches with his mouth.

His tongue circles, flicks, and finally he pulls at the hard peak with his teeth, sending another shockwave through your body that has you rolling your hips, more wildly against him.

He pulls back just enough, a string of saliva still connecting him to you as he murmurs, “Baby, just with the way you’re movin’ your hips, I can tell you ride cock like a fuckin’ champ.”

His praise lights you up, fueling your need. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him back to your chest.

He groans, his mouth latching onto your other breast with fervor, tongue flicking over your nipple rapidly before he pulls it into his mouth, the wet sounds of his lips smacking against your flesh, working your sensitive and pert nipples is filthy and obscene in the best way possible.

“So good, Javi… I’m so close,” you manage, the words spilling out unbidden.

“Oh, god… Javi,” you gasp, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tighten, your orgasm creeping closer with every pull, every flick, every grind.

Your body is on fire, trembling as you near the edge, your breaths coming in gasps as you hump him, completely lost to the intensity building.

Javier’s mouth alternates between your breasts, each suck and bite tugging moans out of you until you feel like you might lose it.

When his lips finally find yours again, his fingers replace his mouth on your chest, rough and insistent as they pinch and twist your sensitive nipples.

His tongue sweeps into your mouth, deepening the kiss while your body trembles, your jaw slack as you melt into him, moaning his name into his mouth as your orgasm breaks over you in a helpless wave of bliss.

Your body locks up, head canting back and hitting the material beneath you with a gentle thump as you wail his name out into the night.

“That's right, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, his praise and gentle kisses softening the overstimulation into something even more intoxicating.

His mouth trails over your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, every kiss pressing into your flushed skin while spots of pleasure blur your vision.

As you go limp against the cool hood, Javier’s touch softens on your chest, his fingers now gently kneading the sensitive flesh while he eases you back down, his lips trailing tender kisses over each swell before pulling your top back into place.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his deep inhale followed by warm, nipping kisses, his mustache scratching your skin just enough to bring out a fresh shiver from you.

“Javi,” you whimper, barely catching your breath, utterly wrecked and starstruck, amazed that he brought you so much pleasure by just teasing your breasts and rutting against you.

“Yeah?” His voice is a husky rasp, a hint of satisfaction at his lips.

You giggle, breathless, “I… don’t even know…” You laugh again, and he joins in, that low laugh rumbling in his chest as he cups your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“You enjoy that?” He tilts his head to the side, smugly grinning down at you.

“What do you think?” you tease back, still panting, eyes half-lidded.

You can’t help but admire how sexy he looks with his swollen lips and mussed hair.

“Wait you didn't finish—” You murmur, beginning to reach down to toy with his belt, but he catches your hand gently.

“Don’t worry about me, nena.” His gravelly voice reassures you. “Seein’ you like this is enough for me.”

You frown, feeling like you should do something for him, but before you can argue, he’s leaning down to kiss you again, over and over, until you’re both sinking into another slow, heated makeout session under the open sky, everything else fading away.

You’re standing in front of your door, the glow of your porch light casting soft shadows over the two of you. “Thanks for tonight; I had a great time,” you say, though your legs still feel shaky from what happened earlier.

Javier’s eyes linger on you, “Thank you for letting me take you out,” he says, his tone soft. “Even if… things aren’t ending the way I’d hoped.”

A frown flickers on your face, but you keep your tone light, forcing a gentle laugh.“We can still be friends, you know? That’s one hell of an improvement from where we started.”

But your attempt to ease the tension doesn’t reach him; his expression remains fixed, serious.

“I don’t think I can just be friends with you.”

Then he goes and says something stupid like that.

“So, what now?” you ask, voice sharper than you meant, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “We just… go our separate ways? Pretend none of this ever happened?”

He looks down, his jaw tense, and the silence that follows is thick, each second feeling like an eternity. His eyes meet yours and he sighs.

“I guess so.”

You release a bitter huff, shaking your head as you turn away, rummaging in your purse for your keys.

Fine. Fine. If that’s the way he wants it, you’ll let it be.

He calls your name, his voice slipping through your defenses like a last-ditch plea, making your shoulders tense. You ignore him, wrestling down the tide of frustration and vulnerability clawing its way back up.

You’d told yourself you didn’t want to get involved with him from the start, and now it feels like you should have stuck to your guns. Would have been easier to just tell him to kiss your ass that day he came into the bar, seducing you in your apartment, then asking you out on a date that ultimately meant nothing.

You find your keys and jam them into the lock, refusing to look back.

The second time he says your name, it’s firmer, and you whirl around to face him.

“Javier, listen—before tonight, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell I’d ever be into you. But I gave you a shot, and turns out, you’re not that bad. You’re actually pretty fucking sweet,” you confess, half-laughing, but it’s tinged with the bitterness that you feel. “And maybe if things were different, I could see us together. But things aren’t different. They’re the same as they always have been, and I won’t make you choose between me and your job.”

“I could quit—”

You let out a laugh, loud and unfiltered. “And do what? You’re damn good at what you do, Javi. I’ve seen it firsthand, and yeah, most of the time it’s some pretty raunchy shit, but there’s something almost… artistic in it, and I’d feel selfish as hell if I was the reason you gave that up.”

The weight of his confession makes your grip on the doorknob tighten, his words sinking deeper than you want them to.

“Javi, please, think this through—”

He steps closer, and you feel a pang in your chest as his hand brushes yours, his gaze desperate, pleading with you to see him the way he sees you.

But it’s messy and it’s hard, and even if it’s everything you didn’t know you wanted, you’re terrified it might be everything you don’t know how to hold onto.

His hands slide up, fingers splaying gently over your cheeks, holding you as if he’s anchoring himself. “Please stop fighting me on this,” he murmurs insistently. “I know what I want, and it’s you.”

The intensity in his eyes roots you in place, brown and warm and so damn certain it’s almost overwhelming. You’re taken aback by the softness in his touch, by how steady his hands feel against your face.

He’s usually much braver in action than in words, and yet here he is, unwavering.

“And you’re sure?” you whisper, not sure you can even trust yourself to hold up your guard.

“Si, nena.” There’s no hesitation, no doubt, just a rock-solid conviction that somehow soothes your racing heart.

“You’re not gonna regret this down the line? Not even a little?”

“Absolutely not.” His answer is quick and firm, like he’s spent every minute leading up to this one, getting ready to say it.

Oh, fuck. With him looking at you like that, you know you don’t really have any other choice but to give Javier Peña a shot at being your boyfriend.

“Okay… okay, Javi, fine. We’ll see where this goes, but if you start having even one doubt—”

He doesn’t let you finish, cutting you off with his mouth on yours, pulling you close in a kiss that’s somehow even more intense than you were expecting.

It’s deep and consuming, worlds away from anything you’ve ever felt, like he’s pouring everything he has into it, and you can’t help but lose yourself in him like you have been since the moment things shifted in your dynamic.

When you finally come up for air, foreheads resting against each other, you’re both a little breathless, eyes shining with adoration.

“So...we’re doing this?” he asks, a crooked smile on his face that makes him look boyish and so damn pretty.

“I guess we are.”

“Does that mean I can come inside?” And with the way his lips quirk up into a cocky smile, you know exactly what this motherfucker means.

“Nope, we’re taking things slow… and I’m not fucking you until you get tested.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Fair enough. I can work with that.”

You kiss again, his mouth soft and so damn inviting that it takes all your willpower to pull yourself back before you’re tempted to give in right here, in the doorway. “Alright, Javi,” you murmur, feeling his breath linger against your lips as he bites playfully at your lower lip before letting you go. “Goodnight.”

He’s grinning, and it’s that smile that has a way of melting everything inside you. “Goodnight, nena. I’ll call you, set up our second date. Soon.”

The giddiness hits you hard—like back when Frankie was all about pursuing you, only it’s different this time and you don’t know why.

‘“I’ll be waiting.”

He quirks a brow. “I won’t make you wait too long.”

One last, lingering kiss and he’s gone, leaving you at the door, flushed, breathless, and completely jumbled in the best way possible.

“It feels weird being on this side of the bar,” you say, settling onto a barstool across from Connie. Javier slides into the stool next to you, immediately pulling you closer, his hand warm and possessive on your thigh.

“If you’re here to flaunt your relationship, you should start charging for it—I know I’d pay to see it,” Connie teases with a wink, already preparing your usual drink and turning to Javier. “And what about you?”

“Whiskey. Neat,” he answers, then leans into you, his voice a murmur by your ear, his hand slipping higher up your thigh, sneaking under the hem of your dress. “She does have a point, though.”

You smirk, pretending to ignore the way his fingers are trailing dangerously close to your panties. “Not sure I’d be any good on camera. Not like you, anyway.”

He chuckles and you can feel the heat between you two, that ever-present hum of lust you’ve been riding since the night he first kissed you.

It’s been blissful a month of dating Javier, and being with him is like no relationship you’ve had before.

You’ve found so much joy in the simplest moments with him—like when he fixes the little issues around your apartment that your landlord could care less about, or, the lively debates you have in the grocery store aisles, passionately debating which brand of coffee is better.

It has only made everything feel deeper, sweeter. The way you make out like teenagers, unraveling each other in all the ways that matter, has been more than enough.

The restaurant itself was overpriced and borderline ridiculous, but you two had made a game of it, teasing and laughing over the small portions and the pretentious plating.

He even surprised you with a beautiful pair of earrings that you immediately put on, and he looked so damn proud when you showed them off.

Now you’re here at Lucky’s, both of you a bit overdressed, not ready to call it a night yet.

You can feel Javier’s gaze on you, intense and unwavering. “Baby, you’d be a fucking sight,” he says, teeth grazing your earlobe before he bites down gently, his warm breath tickling your skin and sending a shiver through you. You can’t help but giggle, feeling breathless and flushed as he plants a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Why are you two all dressed up?” Connie asks, setting your drinks down with a raised brow.

“Went out for dinner at the most overpriced spot I’ve ever set foot in. Easily spent my entire Friday night’s tips, and I’m still hungry.”

“Not only does that sound like a waste of time, but it’s definitely not your style.”

Javier leans back, one arm draped over your barstool. “To clarify: she didn’t spend a damn dime,” he interjects, “I had to take her somewhere special to ask her to be my girl,” he says, voice dripping with smooth confidence as he raises his glass for a sip.

Connie’s eyes light up, and your cheeks flush. “Consistent dick is the ultimate antidepressant. Trust me, I’d know,” she says with a wink.

You laugh at her bluntness, and fall into an easy rhythm of conversation, her giving updates on things with Steve, then gushing over the earrings Javier had gifted you earlier.

Just as you’re leaning in to admire them together, you notice a figure approaching. A woman, older and stunningly beautiful, glides up to the bar—her gaze fixed squarely on Javier.

Your head snaps up, conversation with Connie dissolving as Javier stands, greeting her with a hug that makes you do a double take.

You share a look with Connie, her expression mirroring the curious frown you feel. She raises her brows, silently mouthing, Who is that?

I don’t know, you mouth back, jealousy twisting in your stomach as you glance back at them.

They part, but her hands linger a moment too long on his chest, her manicured fingers trailing down. Javier very politely but firmly moves them away, a small frown creeping onto her face.

“Judy, long time no see.” His tone is courteous but distant. “This is my girlfriend,” he says, his voice warm as he makes the introduction, stepping back to your side, positioning you squarely in her line of sight.

You’re about to revel in the term girlfriend rolling so easily off his tongue, but her eyes lock onto you with a chill that runs down your spine. Standing your ground, you straighten, meeting her gaze head-on.

She’s stunning, her hair tastefully graying in elegant streaks against her rich brunette, her makeup precise and expensive. The smile lines around her mouth only enhance her aging beauty and if it weren’t for the absolute diabolical vibes you’re getting from her, you would have complimented how good she looks.

The tailored outfit, chunky gold bracelets, diamond-studded earrings and matching necklace leave no question—she has money.

What she’s doing at a dive bar like Lucky’s is beyond you, but maybe LA has its fill of pretentious types everywhere.

“Encantada,” she purrs, a fake smile flashing across her face before her focus shifts back to Javier. “¿Tienes novia? No lo puedo creer, Javiercito. Nunca me lo imaginé de ti.¿Sigues actuando?”

Her words drip with disbelief, her eyes giving you a nasty once over, and you catch enough Spanish to know she’s making a point to speak only to him. It’s like you’re just a side note, something to size up and dismiss.

Javier shifts, catching the tension in your posture, but she’s unrelenting. He responds curtly, “No, not with others. More solo work now.”

She scoffs, a haughty tsk of disapproval as she tilts her head.“No me digas que tu noviecita no te deja.” A mocking pout twists her lips. “Mija, if you’re going to date a pornstar, you’re going to have to deal with the baggage that comes with it. You don’t just get to benefit from him, from what I taught him.”

A flush of fury burns through you, and you’re on the verge of standing up, ready to beat her ass for her audacity. But Javier senses it and steps in, fingers pressing gently but firmly against your thigh, silently calming you down before you do something that’ll make him have to bail you out.

“It was my choice. Gig isn’t fun anymore,” he says firmly, a hint of irritation finally creeping into his tone. “We’re actually in the middle of a date, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving us to it…”

She glances between the two of you, clearly displeased at being dismissed but not quite willing to push her luck. Her smile turns syrupy, and you roll your eyes, signaling Connie for another drink. She’s failing miserably at pretending like she’s not listening in.

“Of course,” she says in a sugary tone, eyes lingering on him.“Provecho. Si cambias tu mente, sabes donde encontrarme, Javi. We used to have so much fun together.” Her fingers trace down his arm a little too slowly, and she practically purrs, “Enjoy your date, sweetheart,” as she struts off, hips swinging with exaggerated flair.

But his eyes don’t follow, they turn to you.

Once she’s out of earshot, you raise a brow, waiting for some explanation. “So… who was that?” you ask as he sits back beside you, tossing back the last of his drink.

“An old colleague,” he says flatly.

You feel another surge of jealousy, and the second your drink arrives, you’re downing it in one go.

“Woah, nena, take it easy—”

“Is that normal for you?” you ask, unable to hide the irritation bubbling up. “Having fans… ‘colleagues’ just approach you out of nowhere, all of them ready to fuck?” You know your tone’s more annoyed than you intended, but the image of her hands all over him pisses you off.

He studies you, cautious, as if measuring his words. “Honestly? Yes. I’m very popular, baby,” he says with a crooked smirk, trying to lighten the mood. “I thought you knew that.”

You let out a sigh, guilt creeping in for directing your irritation at him. “I know… I do. There’s just a difference between knowing and actually experiencing it.” You try to keep the bite out of your tone. “It’s not like she was being subtle either. Looked like she was two seconds away from spreading herself out for you right here.”

There’s definitely an adjustment that still needs to be made in terms of dating a pornstar.

“I’ll be better about shutting them down,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even if you do look hot when you’re jealous.”

You try to suppress a smile, rolling your eyes as he leans closer, brushing his lips along your bare shoulder, then trailing up to your neck, melting your frustration just a bit. He’s too good at this.

“I wasn’t jealous,” you lie, glancing sideways at him. “Also didn’t peg you as an ‘older women’ guy. I’ve only ever seen you with the younger girls.” Saying it even makes you cringe.

As if on cue, Connie, ever the observant bartender, swoops in with replacement drinks, eyebrows raised knowingly. “Everything good over here? I don’t need to call an ambulance or anything, right?”

You snort out a laugh, shaking your head. “No, Con, we’re fine.”

“Even though I wouldn’t mind seeing her kick some ass.” Javier teases.

Javier raises his brows at you. “Seriously?”

You shrug, unfazed. “They asked for it.”

As Connie gets pulled away by some patrons at the other end of the bar, Javier turns to you, his expression shadowed and a bit more serious than before.

“When I first started, my confidence was shot. I’m talkin’ nonexistent,” he admits, his voice low.

You arch a brow, struggling to picture a less-than-assured Javier Peña. “Really? I’m having a hard time imagining that.”

“Yeah, well…” He lets out a rough sigh, “When your fiancée gets knocked up and leaves you at the altar for the guy she’s been cheating on you with, that tends to happen.”

You choke on your drink, and your hand flies to your chest, eyes wide. He glances at you, his concern slipping past his own discomfort for a second. You wave him off as you try to get it together, the words still rattling around in your mind.

“Sorry—what?” you finally manage, hardly believing what you just heard.

“Didn’t mean to dump it on you like that,” he says, leaning on the bar, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat on the counter, his gaze cast downward.

“Hold up. You were engaged?” You can’t help but lean in, your curiosity clawing to the surface. “And she left you?” You’re struggling to piece it all together, mind spinning through images of the man sitting next to you, younger and heartbroken.

“Yeah,” his jaw twitches. “Her name was Lorraine. We were high school sweethearts—whole ‘marry your first love’ thing.” There’s a hard edge in his voice now, his fingers gripping the glass a bit tighter. “Thought I’d have the life, fill a house with kids, do the whole all-American family bullshit.” His words are bitter, the resentment so clear you almost feel it yourself.

He takes a breath, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. “Wedding day comes around and she’s gone. Left some half-assed note saying she ‘couldn’t do it,’ and her sister finally broke down and told me what was really going on. She’d been screwing her boss. He got her pregnant.”

There’s a crash behind the bar as a glass shatters. You glance over to see Connie, her face red, scrambling to clean it up with an embarrassed apology. You can’t blame her for listening in—you’re feeling a similar gut punch.

You knew there was something that happened that made him jump the gun and move to California, now, you know what it is. An ain’t shit ex.

“Javi, that’s fucked. I can’t even begin to imagine how much that must have hurt.”

He gives a small nod, lifting his glass and taking a slow sip.

From where you’re sitting, you can see his profile in the low light—his strong nose, the gentle curve of his cheekbones, those lips that naturally form a pout when he’s deep in thought.

"I tried to keep it together, but that town became… suffocating. The looks I got…” Javier’s voice trails off as he shakes his head. “So I packed my shit, said goodbye to my pops, and just started driving. Stopped in all sorts of places, did some sightseeing, trying to figure things out.” A hint of a smile plays on his lips. “Ended up here, and Steve was the first friend I made. That asshole’s the one who got me into porn.”

Your brows shoot up, surprised yet again by his story’s unexpected turns. “Steve? Oh god, don’t tell me he used to do it too.”

Javier smirks, amusement dancing in his eyes. “He did a few flicks. Nothing groundbreaking like me.” He says all cheekily, and you can’t help but nudge him. “So, yeah, I started out for a few bucks. Wasn’t so hot in the beginning—and then I met Judy.”

At the mention of her, your face twists involuntarily, and he notices but ignores your reaction.

You’re still reeling from everything he’s told you so far, marveling at the many lives this man has lived before finding his way to you. “That explains a lot, actually,” you say, your thoughts slipping out with your words.

It now makes sense why he’s so damn good at foreplay. Skills like his? They’re honed under women who know exactly what the fuck they’re talking about, who aren’t shy to take what they need.

Suddenly, your own insecurities begin to simmer and you wonder if you’ll ever amount to the women before you.

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah? Like what?”

You glance up, unflinching. “Like the fact that you can fuck.” Your bluntness pulls a laugh out of both of you—his full of mischief, yours tinged with nerves.

“Not a problem, is it?” he asks, that signature smirk softened, yet curious.

It’s a loaded question, so you take a sip, buying a little time before answering. “What, that you can fuck?”

He laughs again, more genuine this time, a sound that melts some of the tension inside you.

“No, nena,” he replies, still grinning. “Everything else.”

The laughter fades, and for a moment, you sit in the quiet, watching tiny droplets slide down the condensation on your glass.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for honesty. “It’s not a problem, Javi. But… if I’m being real with you, I don’t feel up to par with what you’re used to.”

You can tell from the way his face falls into a scowl that he doesn’t like how you’ve phrased it. “What I have with you is different, cariño. Not something scripted for a camera.”

“I know that, but still. You’re used to professionals—people who know exactly what to do, how to look, how to please. Me?” You let out a shaky laugh, grimacing at your self deprecation, and your gaze falls to the drink in your hand. “You’re lucky if I even get on top.”

As the last word falls, your cheeks flush with embarrassment, feeling raw and exposed at a fucking dive bar.

Before you can turn further away, Javier leans in close, gently catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His expression is nothing but tender, his dark eyes soft.

“Hey, stop that,” he murmurs, his voice so gentle it’s almost a whisper. “You’re more than enough. Trust me.” His fingers stroke softly along your jaw, lingering. “I wasn’t looking for a waxed-up, camera-ready professional. I wanted something real and I found you.”

You swallow the mix of emotions he’s just poured into you—gratitude, desire, and a newfound trust that fills the spaces where your insecurities had settled.

Your eyes search his, words catching in your throat as you try to express everything you’re feeling. But instead of speaking, you reach for the hand at your face, your stare steady as you quietly murmur, “Let’s go upstairs.”

You stumble through the door, bodies pressed close as you and Javier crash into the walls of your apartment, lips never parting for more than a heartbeat.

Your hands roam each other’s bodies, his fingers tracing down your spine, your own tugging eagerly at his shirt, popping buttons until it falls open, greedily feeling up on his warm and toned chest.

His belt follows, clinking to the floor, and as you kick off your heels, you barely register the sound of them hitting the ground—lost in the heavy rhythm of your pulse, the taste of his mouth, the roughness of his scruff.

He sinks down onto the edge of your bed, and you move to straddle him, but he catches you just in time, leaning back a bit with a smirk. “Take your dress off…” he orders, his voice gravelly as his eyes travel hungrily over you, biting his lower lip.

Your heart races as you take a few steps back, antsy fingers reaching for the zipper at your side.

“Slowly,” he adds, and you slow down, teasing him as you draw the zipper down until your dress is loose against your skin.

Holding it to your chest with one hand, you turn around, letting it slip and fall in a gentle whisper to the floor, leaving you standing in just your underwear.

His satisfied hum makes you shiver, and you feel his gaze burn down your back, over the curve of your hips, your thighs.

Looking over your shoulder with a flirty smile, you catch his eye, and he grins in return.

“Turn around, baby, let me see you.”

You turn to face him, nerves quieted by the way he’s looking at you—as if he’s seeing you naked for the first time.

He lets out a soft, almost reverent groan, then extends his hands, urging you closer. You step forward, your hands finding his shoulders as you finally straddle his lap, his warmth searing through you.

His mouth captures yours, rough hands sliding up to cup your breasts, teasing your nipples until you’re trembling, gasping against his lips as you remember what happened the last time he toyed with you like this.

“Javi…” you whisper his name, your voice barely a breath as you pull away just enough to speak, eyes meeting his. “I want you. All of you.” You lean in to kiss him again, fervent, moving to trail your lips along his jaw, nipping lightly.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say it firmly, leaving no room for doubt, wanting him to understand exactly what you need.

He groans deeply, his hands dropping to grip your ass and pull you closer. “Are you sure?” his nose brushes along your neck, his breath hot against your skin as you continue kissing along his jaw.

“Yes, Javi,” you breathe out, voice thick with need, “I need you so bad.”

With practiced ease, Javier shifts you onto your back, stretching out beneath him as he hovers close, his touch claiming every inch of exposed skin. His hands trail over you, hot and lingering, and you feel like you’re melting beneath him, completely under his control.

When he finally pulls away to slip out of his remaining clothes, you see his gaze wander, fixated on something by your bedside table.

Following his line of sight, you realize he’s locked onto the purple vibrator you’d left out after using it the other night when he wasn’t around, leaving you to fend for yourself.

A sly smile tugs at his lips as he reaches over, picking it up and turning it over in his hand. “This little thing gets you off?” he teases, holding it up as though he’s sizing up the competition.

You roll your eyes, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, but he resists, firmly planted just out of reach.“When I’m in a pinch, yes. Haven’t exactly needed it much lately, thanks to you.”

A thoughtful hum escapes him as he glances between you and the toy, as if weighing his options. Then, moving back over you, he kneels between your thighs, one hand gripping your hip possessively, teasing the band of your panties, while the other holds the vibrator with a wicked gleam. “I think we could put this to good use tonight.”

The spark of excitement floods through you, making your thighs tense instinctively, hips lifting slightly in response. Javier notices, his smirk widening as he lets the band of your panties snap back against your skin, making you gasp.

His eyes darken as he watches you writhe, clearly savoring your every little movement.

“Oh, yeah?” you manage to ask, your voice breathy with anticipation. “How?”

Instead of answering, he switches the toy on, and the low, steady hum fills the room. His eyes never leave you as he drags it lightly over your pelvis, nowhere close to where you ache for him, but enough to make your breath hitch, a soft moan slipping out as you arch into his touch.

His grip on your hip tightens. “Stay still,” he commands, using that sexy bedroom voice of his that’s even more gravelly and deeper than his usual cadence.

Obediently, you settle back, watching him with bated breath. He keeps the toy hovering just above your soaked panties, tantalizingly close to where you need him most.

When he finally presses it down on your clothed pussy, just enough to tease, you let out a low, pleading whimper, your hands gripping the sheets as he works you over in slow, cruel strokes.

His stare holds yours, a silent promise that tonight, he’s going to take his time, making sure you feel every single second of it.

Your breaths come out heavy and uneven, your whole body tensing as you fight the urge to grind up against it, trying to maintain some composure while he has you pinned down beneath that slow, teasing rhythm.

Javier moves the toy in tight, deliberate circles, dragging it excruciatingly slow over your needy clit, the first setting absolute torture.

He’s in no hurry, watching with intense focus as you tremble, his eyes tracing every twitch, every bead of arousal that weeps from your cunt, dampening the thin fabric even more.

He keeps that maddening pace, and as the vibrations ripple through you, you feel the familiar tightening in your belly, an orgasm coiling dangerously tight, ready to snap.

Your nails dig into the duvet, a strangled moan spilling from your lips. “Oh, fuck, Javi—I’m… I’m gonna come—”

“Shh,” he hushes you, though there’s no denying the look of satisfaction on his face. Javi brushes his lips over the corner of your mouth, calming you with a soft, feather-light kiss. “Just trust me, okay? You know I always take care of you.”

You do know. This man has pulled so many orgasms right out of your body without even fucking you with his dick. That reassurance melts away your frustration from being pulled back from the precipice. You nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that’s so intoxicating, tongues sliding against each other, his hand skipping down your side to the band of your panties.

Slowly, he drags the fabric down, his fingers gliding over your skin, leaving a blazing trail as they go.

When he finally discards your underwear, you’re left bare beneath him, exposed and aching, while he still wears that unbuttoned dress shirt, his slacks riding low on his hips, half undone.

It’s annoying how good he looks—just dressed enough to drive you wild with impatience.

You let yourself open up to him completely, your sticky, swollen pussy on full display, pulsing in anticipation, needing him more than words can say.

His eyes rake over you with reverence, dark and smoldering as he drinks in every inch of yourself that you’re offering to him, his chest rising and falling a little heavier.

“Always so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your knee before settling back between your legs.

The vibrator flicks on again, and he traces it up your inner thighs, letting you tremble beneath his touch. You bite down hard on your lip, trying to hold back the urge to shout at him to stop playing around, to just give it to you.

Javier trails the toy along your slick lips, his gaze dark and hungry as your arousal drips out of your cunt, every inch of your body clenching with need. When he finally presses the vibrator to your clit, a shudder ripples through you, your back arching off the bed.

He groans low and deep, clearly savoring your reaction.

“Javi,” you moan, hips already grinding against the pressure as he keeps the vibrator in place, turning up the intensity to make you gasp, your body moving to meet it, demanding more.

“Feel good, baby?” he murmurs, his voice like smoke.

“Uh-huh,” you manage to get out, nodding feverishly, your eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure wash over you, helplessly rocking against him.

But just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls it away.

Over and over, he teases, edging you with that relentless, maddening rhythm, each denial more tortuous than the last.

He alternates between fucking the toy inside you, pressing it against the fleshy cleft of your clit, and peppering soft, almost loving kisses down your body: your neck, your jaw, the valley between your breasts. His tongue traces your nipple in slow circles, flicking it just enough to drive you wild, until you’re a trembling, teary mess beneath him, desperate for release.

You feel his fingers cup your jaw, firm and unyielding, his eyes blazing into yours as you cling to his touch, mascara running down your cheeks, feeling so utterly wrecked.

“Please, Javi… please let me come,” you beg, your voice ragged. But he just tightens his hold, fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks, pressing the toy in deep as his thumb circles your clit, leaving you breathless.

“Just when you think you can let go… it’s snatched from you,” he whispers, ignoring your pleas, dragging you to the brink only to pull the vibrator away once again, leaving you a shaking, furious mess.

A strangled sound escapes your throat, torn between anger and need, barely feeling like yourself.

Javier chuckles, bending down to nip at your chin, his teeth grazing your skin before his tongue traces a line up your jaw. “That’s how you’ve been making me feel for months now, nena,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “Driving me fuckin’ crazy. It’s only fair that I make you feel even a fraction of it.”

“Y-You’re an asshole,” you try to retort, but your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your tone more a helpless whine than any real protest.

He undresses fully, and your mouth literally waters as your gaze traces the sculpted lines of his stomach, following the trail of hair that leads down to his thick, throbbing cock.

The head is swollen and red, already dripping with precome, and you can’t help the moan that slips from your lips, your hips shifting instinctively, every nerve ending primed and desperate for him. You’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long, craving it with every fiber of your being.

You need to fuck this man.

As he climbs back over you, his hands reach to pull you closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as if they belong there, your hands clutching at the solid warmth of his shoulders.

You pull him down to you, your bare breasts pressed to the hard plane of his chest, as he balances himself with both hands planted beside your head, his eyes burning into yours.

“You okay?” he asks, voice soft, and you nod, kissing the corner of his mouth before tangling your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Mhm,” you breathe, staring up at him, completely wrecked and totally ready. “I’m just ready to take you, Javi. Need it so bad.”

He groans, the heat in his eyes darkening as he adjusts his hips, hovering right there, just out of reach. “Go ahead, baby, take it. Put it in.”

His words are like gasoline to a fire, and a shiver runs through you at the sheer, visceral need in his command.

You swirl your thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precome across his skin, the silky-slick texture making you dizzy with anticipation.

Drunk on him, on everything he evokes in you, you guide the head of his cock to your soaked, swollen entrance, rubbing it slowly against your aching slit.

“Oh, fuck—Javier, you feel so good,” you gasp, your walls clenching around him, holding him deep as your body adjusts to every thick, pulsing inch. It’s even better than you ever imagined.

“Please,” you whimper, grinding your hips up to meet him, urging him on. He sinks his teeth into the delicate skin of your neck, sucking until he’s left a mark, his mouth hot and relentless as he peppers kisses and bites along your throat.

He’s holding himself back, giving you a second to catch up, but every inch of you craves him.

“Give me, fuck, gimme a second,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He starts to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, his mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss, your bodies locked together as he builds a rhythm, deeper and more intense with every movement.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as he grinds just right, the coarse hairs of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit, making you babble helplessly against his parted lips, your own pleasure climbing higher with each thrust. “Right there, Javi, right there—I’m so close, please…”

He speeds up, his strokes hard and unrestrained, driving you to the edge. But even as he tries to keep his control, you feel him faltering, his body tensing as the pleasure becomes too much.

Your chest heaves with every breath, your body still humming with tension. As much as you’re flattered by his performance, you’re left tingling, unfinished, after all the edging and teasing he put you through.

“Javi…” You murmur softly, your hands sliding from his tousled hair down his shoulders, the heat radiating off his skin.

He responds with a low grunt, still draped over you, his weight grounding you.

“Javier,” you say again, a bit more insistently this time, and he lifts his head, eyes heavy and glazed, looking at you as if you’ve just broken him in the best way possible.

You’ve never seen him look this wrecked, his breath still uneven and his face flushed—all because of you. Fighting the urge to smirk, you can’t help but revel in the sight of him.

Men can be sensitive about finishing quickly, but he looks nothing but smug.

“Pussy’s too damn good, baby. Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans, a grin tugging at his lips, his words breathy and awed.

Now you let yourself smirk, feeling the flush of satisfaction. He nuzzles his nose against yours, murmuring, “Gotta make up for that.”

You raise a brow, intrigued. And then he’s moving, slowly pulling out of you, making you hum as the absence of him sends a small flutter through your sensitive cunt, his warm, milky cum trickling out and coating your thighs.

With determination in his gaze, he begins his descent, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, his breath a delicious tease against your skin until he’s nestled between your legs.

His broad shoulders press your thighs open, and then he throws them over his shoulders, eyes locked on yours, his look nothing short of ravenous.

Javi nips and kisses along your inner thighs, each bite and lick sending sparks straight to your core. When he finally reaches your swollen, aching pussy, his thumbs slide over your folds, parting them to reveal the slick mess he left behind.

Then, you feel the first swipe of his tongue, warm and slow, tasting you both. His groan is deep and low, the sound vibrating against you as he begins to devour you, licking and slurping at your mixed arousal with a hunger that’s overwhelming.

You can’t hold back—you’re too wound up, too sensitive, and you grab at his hair, your fingers twisting and tugging as your release crashes through you, every wave building on all the ones denied before.

You’re left gasping, body arched and taut, thighs clamping around his head as you scream his name, mindlessly babbling through the pleasure.

“Javi! Fuck—fuck, yes, oh god—”

He growls against you, mouth working as he drinks in every pulse, his tongue relentless as he wrings every last aftershock from your shaking body.

It’s beyond anything you’ve felt before, overwhelming and intense, leaving you utterly spent as you finally start to come down, your body melting beneath him, weak and utterly satisfied.

Right, he’s got that pornstar stamina.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you up with him as he sits up, his brows knitted in concentration, his tongue peeking out as he watches you completely unravel around him.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls, “Gonna give me one more on my cock, show me how bad you wanted it.”

You used to roll your eyes at the exaggerated moans you’d hear on set, doubting anyone could actually be that good.

But he is that good. Beyond that good. He’s better.

Now here you are, body trembling, head thrown back, moaning his name so loudly it might echo through the whole building. Every hard thrust feels like it’s driving into the core of you, filling you so perfectly that the room spins.

His grip tightens, hands splayed across your hips as he finds a rhythm that sends shocks of pleasure coursing through you. The thick drag of his cock hits every spot, and he knows just how to read every gasp, every shudder, adjusting his pace and angle to push you higher and higher.

He pulls your legs up, folding them against your chest, his hips angled to grind against that one perfect spot that has stars dancing across your vision. You’re lost to him, mimicking those moans you used to scoff at, now higher and even more desperate as he laughs, deep and husky.

Your bed creaks with every hard thrust, the scent of sex thick in the air, but all you can focus on is him—his rough hands, the way he looks down at you, utterly in control.

He’s all you can feel, all you can breathe, and as he digs his nails into the plush skin of your thighs, you know you’re on the edge, your pussy clenching tightly around him.

Your gaze meets his, and somehow you manage a blissful, shaky smile, a small act of defiance just before he pushes you over.

“There she is,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Come on, baby—let me feel it.”

“Javi… oh my fuck, I’m coming!” The words are a gasp, strangled and desperate, as your body locks around him, your orgasm crashing through you in waves that leave you breathless, gushing around his cock as every muscle in your body clenches tight.

It feels like you’ve drifted to the heavens, like he’s drawn out every last ounce of strength from you.

You’re dazed, floating, but he’s still there, whispering to you, “Good girl, that’s it. I’ve got you,” his voice a warm balm as he slows his movements, matching the rhythm of your aftershocks, soothing you with each gentle thrust as he holds you close.

Your body shudders, tiny jolts of overstimulation sparking through you as he stays with you, coaxing you back down from the edge, until you’re nothing but a soft, sated mess in his arms.

He gently eases your legs down, pulling out of you with a slow, tender touch before settling by your side.

His arms wrap around you, drawing you in close as you both lie there, utterly spent, skin warm and sticky from sweat and the lingering traces of your wild fucking.

His lips press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you let out a contented sigh, burrowing into his chest. You crave the solid weight of his body, the grounding warmth of him as you slowly come back to reality.

“You’re not real,” you mumble into his chest, your voice muffled but laced with awe. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, a low, comforting sound that makes you smile even wider.

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest, and take a moment to really admire him: the deep brown of his eyes, the dark sweep of his lashes, the fullness of his mustache, and that defined jaw you love tracing your fingers along.

Your hands wander, tracing faint shapes on his shoulders, running over the hard lines of his triceps, relishing the feel of him beneath your fingers.

“I need a shower. And to change these sheets,” you murmur, glancing around at the disheveled bed.

“Yeah, someone made quite the mess,” he teases, pinching your ass, which makes you yelp and swat his chest with a playful smack.

“Asshole,” you grumble, but he just laughs, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that’s softer, and you melt into him all over again.

“I’ll go start the shower for you, then change the sheets while you’re in there.”

“Catering to my every whim already? I just became your girlfriend,” you tease.

“Yeah, and I’m trying to keep it that way for the foreseeable future,” he says, brushing a quick, sweet kiss on the tip of your nose before slipping away from you.

You can’t help the little pout that forms as he sits up, rolling his shoulders back, his muscles jolting, which makes you weak in the knees.

You watch him as he moves throughout your room then into your bathroom, your eyes trailing over every muscle, every line of his body, unable to resist biting your lip.

He really is gorgeous—so damn hot—and he’s all yours.

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tanglepelt · 1 year ago

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Do x dc idea 141

Danny was lab born baby from his parents. Who used stolen dna from starfire.

Danny gets deaged somehow. He goes to clockwork for help. Totally on accident a portal opens in front of him. Since he is dealing with skulker as normal a shot hits him and he is forced through.

Which leads to him landing right in front of starfire. Skulker flying after him. Child Danny just keeps fighting.

In the process flying and shooting his ecto beams. All while cursing out the master of time clockwork. It’s all his fault obviously.

#dpxdc #calling out the ancient of time #while using his powers like he did #well they may want to see where he came from #dna test shows starfire #guess her son pissed off a being in control of time #and it sent him back in time #Danny #Danny is a child #very angry #very much wants to get back to the realms #he might of taken straight off if he didn’t stick around #could be injured and left dna behind

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gutsby · 2 months ago

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Make It Stick

Pairing: Old!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel never thought he’d need a vasectomy. Then, one night, he accidentally finishes inside you.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected-peepaw-p-in-v (I’m sorry). Accidental creampie. Age gap. Cumplay. Breeding kink. Ovulation has led me places I wouldn’t go with a gun.

Note: Convergence is a painting by Jackson Pollock. We studied it in high school and I thought it looked like jizz idk

Word count: 4.7k

He should’ve gotten snipped when he had the chance.

Should’ve taken the plunge, faced his fears of needles and fluorescent-washed doctor’s offices like any man his age could have done and gotten the damn vasectomy. Now he was here, nearly two decades older and still none the wiser in this cold, dead world with a pretty young thing like you between his sheets. In lieu of elective surgery, Joel Miller had only to grit his teeth, bite hard, and repeat over and over again in his head, desperate:

‘Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, DON’T—’

Words like those normally worked. With women that weren’t you, they tended to serve him exceedingly well.

But you were just so tight. And wet. And welcoming. And try as Joel might to pretend like he got laid on a regular basis, the truth was that he didn’t. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t seem to think straight when it came to this fixation he’d developed for you, so, instead, he let his dick do all the decision-making whenever he found himself around you. Ten times out of ten that ended in:

“J-J-Joel—oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—I’m gonna CUM.”

And that made it worth every last life-endangering drop.

Feeling how your flushed, lithe body came apart beneath his touch. How you needed him. How your eyes grew to half the size of your face and you gaped up at the man, lips parted, like you couldn’t even comprehend how the friction of seven inches could make you feel so good.

If he had it his way, he would’ve loved nothing more than to show you that feeling every night, and twice the next morning if his hip wasn’t giving him too much trouble.

But, at present, the man had bigger fish to fry. Like not becoming a new father at fifty-nine if he could help it.

With the last two fluttering pulses of your heat, and almost going cross-eyed from the pleasure as he felt it, Joel yanked his big, slippery cock out of your body and made a fist around his member as he always knew to do. Tugged and pulled and grunted above you—‘Sweet girl, you’re so fuckin’ good to me’—and watched your tits and your belly for the milky white ropes to ensue.

Strangely, though, your skin stayed the same.

No cum-spray Convergence appeared before him, no opaque and cloudy fluids dribbling down your ribs, nothing. Your stomach was as bare as the rest of you, save for a few beads of sweat, and that was all there was.

Joel shook his dick harder, confused. Beneath him, you were still coming down from your high smiling ear-to-ear and staring blissfully at the ceiling. Your chest rose and fell, rose and fell in quick succession, and while you endeavored to recollect your mind, Joel was losing his.

Where the FUCK was his cum?

In no naked horizontal tango to date had Joel simply…cum without noticing. Shit like that just didn’t happen to men, least of all to ones his age, so when he’d wrung his poor cock like a sodden towel and still saw nothing come out, he felt his stomach turn and plummet inside him.

He dropped to his hands and knees in less than a moment and lowered his head between your legs.

“No, Joel!” you squealed, giggling. Kicking your feet, “Another round and I’m gonna combust, you old perv!”

But Joel wasn’t looking to get his dick wet again. He was inspecting you. Or trying to, anyway. Quickly realizing he couldn’t see a thing in the darkness, he let out a breath through his nose and lifted you off the bed. Your naked frame thrown over his shoulder, bare hip beside his head and your strangled, muffled cry of, ‘What the hell, Joel?!’ hardly seemed to register with the man carrying you off.

You were toted to the bathroom. Joel was about to ease you down on your feet. Then, appearing to change his mind at the last second, he set you onto the sink instead. Your skin bristled with indignation, anger. A little arousal.

“Last time we did it on a sink we broke the faucet,” you reminded him, feigning more dismay than you really felt inside. If anything, you liked it when your fossil-age fuckbuddy switched things up. You were just exhausted.

Heedless of your words, Joel kneeled on the floor and pried your legs apart before him. When you swatted at his silver-flecked head, he brushed your hand away.

“Hold still,” he grunted.

“How come?”

“‘Cause I said.”

How quickly he commanded that tone of a father.

“Wanna sleep,” you groaned, about to roll your eyes.

But you couldn’t deny you liked being doted on by him.

Joel’s touch was gentle. Probing. Spidering down the most sensitive parts of your bare lower half, between your thighs, and slowly coaxing you closer to the edge of the sink. Your breath hitched when you saw his head tilt.

He appeared to be deep in thought—a rare sight for anyone who’d seen Joel Miller in the postcoital state. Most every time he’d blown his load before, the man was dead asleep within ten minutes. His joints could barely hold himself upright after a half hour of plowing the back forty, much less carry you, too, so you were puzzled now.

He thumbed at the seam of your cunt, and you whined:

“Jo-el—”

“Can ya…push, baby?” His eyes flitted up quickly.

“Push?”

“Yeah, just…” With a look you couldn’t quite read, he placed the palm of his other hand on your belly. Then, pressing, “Like this. Like you’re squeezin’ somethin’ out.”

You cocked a brow in muted confusion but did as he asked. You watched his gaze, and it stayed on you.

Or, rather, on that soft and pliant spot between your legs the old man seemed to favor so much. On any other occasion, in a position like this, he surely would’ve been wearing a smile. Tonight, his lips curled into a grimace.

And twisted even further when you ‘pushed’ like you did.

At first you felt nothing. A gentle clench of your walls supplied little more than a sense of having been stretched—no novel concept to you, who’d spent the last three-and-a-half months or so getting fucked by the finest AARP affiliate alive most every night. It wasn’t until you clamped down again that you got the feeling there was something else. Something thick and warm and slow as molasses trickling out from between your folds.

You let out a low, tender, ‘Mmph’ without meaning to; it felt kind of nice. Beneath you, Joel’s face turned grave.

He watched as his spend oozed out of your freshly-fucked hole and thought of vasectomies again.

You were young—too young to know better. Too sweet and naïve to see any peril in spreading your legs for a man like him, in a world like this. And Joel swore he’d be careful. But no post-apocalyptic birth control method was perfect, or even close to it, and it was clear he’d relied too heavily on reflexes to keep him from cumming inside you. Joel was old—too old to be doing this shit.

Too grown and well-versed in sex to be making mistakes as stupid as that. His brow pinched in, and he drew his next breath as if the air around him was growing scarce.

“Joel, what’s—”

“When’s the last time you— you— uh…bled?”

Hardly more in control of his face than the rate his heart went thudding in his chest, Joel winced at the end. This time, you were the one to knit your eyebrows together. You could tell by that tight, discomfited tone he wasn’t talking papercuts, but were still unsure of his purpose.

“Like two, two and a half weeks ago. Why?”

Well, fuck.

Joel buried his face in his hands. You scooted closer to the sink’s edge, thinking little of his cum leaking out.

“Why?” you tried again. Softer this time.

An old, weathered head lifted to greet you. It was bleak.

“You see this?” Joel paused. Swiping his finger through the viscous white substance that had trickled out on the counter, in a puddle now, “Y’know what it means, right?”

You let his look, and the question, remain suspended in air for a second. Then another. Then you shrugged.

“Yeah. But…you’re old,” came your answer at length.

You’re old.

Joel and you both knew as much, but the former wasn’t quite following your train of thought. Still wanting to try and mitigate damages while he could, though, Joel reached for the roll of toilet paper that was fastened to the wall and tore himself a strip. He bunched it up and, reaching for one of your knees to spread you further for him, took to daubing the tissue across your entrance.

“What’s me bein’ old got to do with anything?” A little sharp, then, seeing you flinch when he drew too close to your clit, “‘m sorry, baby, just— gotta get this out of you.”

You made a face but let him continue anyway. Your eyes followed each movement of his hand, and reflexively, the muscles in your thighs tightened. Why bother with this when the man has so many better uses for his hands?

For a second, your eyes fluttered half-shut.

“Maria says old folks are, uh…infertile. Got something to do with a middle pause,” you said, breaths labored.

Joel stopped just long enough to shoot you a look.

“Menopause,” he corrected, all too matter-of-fact, before returning to his work, “is a woman thing.”

What the hell were they teaching in Jackson’s sex ed classes, anyway? Then Joel remembered how his brother sincerely believed that women peed out of their vaginas until he was twenty-three, and the thought of you not knowing the ins and outs of male virility wasn’t the most far-fetched idea in the universe. Besides, sexual health wasn’t exactly the community’s highest priority when the world around it was in a perpetual state of decay and hordes of fungus-faced fuckers ran rampant in the wild.

He curved a tender, careful finger against the ring of muscles framing your sex, trying to absorb more cum, and your grip on the edge of the countertop tightened.

“S-So, you—” You swallowed, throat constricting a little too, “You’re sayin’…men can make babies…whenever?”

You sounded so innocent as you said it. Joel wanted nothing more than to club himself over the head for being the cause of this predicament—of being such an instrumental part of the perceived corruption, as it was.

Meanwhile, your head was swimming in filthier thoughts.

Deeper, Joel, keep…pushing in…dee-e-per. You would have scarcely had more luck giving a fuck what Joel was talking about now than if he’d just said the room was on fire. By his voice, you knew you should’ve been paying attention, but the dexterity of his fingers was too much. He was caressing the first couple inches of your inner walls, attempting to scrape what bits of his release he could get unstuck from the flesh, but it seemed he was succeeding mostly in just turning you on. Rendering you deaf to the drone of his words as you pictured him pushing something else inside your tight, throbbing—

“—whole lotta problems for us if you’re, uh…ovulating,” Joel finished, expression taut and oblivious. You hadn’t heard the first part of that sentence and didn’t care to.

“Ovulating,” you repeated slowly. Indifferent.

Joel carried on without a hitch.

“Kids just ain’t fit for this world. I know you know that.”

You nodded along, not hearing a word.

“And if you’re— if y’ever did consider, maybe…”

Your lungs took an extra sharp inhale when Joel’s fingers coaxed out a warm, sticky glob of his load, and he petted your folds with his thumb. Then let out a breath himself.

“…y’oughta start a family with someone your own age—”

That part snagged your attention. Too swiftly, it came:

“My own age?”

Sighing, in spite of those welts of pleasure so heightened by his touch that the space between your legs began to throb and ache. Hardly possessed of more sense to form words that weren’t just echoes of his own, you tried communication from a simpler source—your foot.

You nudged his shoulder, and Joel looked up.

“What?”

Parroting was, evidently, a hard habit to kill. Your toes curled into the bare skin of Joel’s shoulder, and when he re-inserted his finger, you ground your heel even deeper.

“When’s that ev…ever stopped us from doing it before, hm?” you said, tone strained but laced with some humor too, “Thought you liked sayin’ you’d make me a mama.”

Joel’s face flooded pink at the recollection—as a matter of fact, there had been several such memories. Instead of answering immediately, he just averted his gaze again. He anchored one hand to your thigh, and with the other teased out another string of your shared arousal before wiping his finger on the tissue, clinically, and repeating. All he had to offer in reply after was: ‘That’s different.’

And it was, to some extent. Joel wasn’t blind to the sea of uneasy looks that trailed behind you both whenever you walked the streets of Jackson together. How wide the eyes would get when instead of observing some filial display of affection play out before them, as expected, you’d loop your arms around his waist and take his lip between your teeth as you kissed—‘Can we please go home now, baby?’—that Joel was certain he’d been cemented as the resident pervert among everyone in town. Just how much worse that reputation was liable to get if there ever happened to be a round and swollen belly between that embrace someday was unthinkable. Dirty talk was one thing; parenthood another entirely.

This is for the best, became the low, grating refrain in his skull. Why he dug so hard, pushed so far inside the wet, velvety interior of your body without a thought for his own desires in that moment; he had to cull every trace of himself out of there, before he had half a chance to think.

“Baby, hey, hey, no—” Joel cut in a second later, abrupt.

No, no, no. You weren’t thinking either. Wrapping your hand around his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper inside.

Smiling a little, too.

“What are you— no, honey, don’t— you can’t,” Joel’s words splintered in every direction, watching you plunge his own index and middle fingers into the slick and the warmth he’d just been trying to get his cum out of. He looked up and saw your lids were heavy, about to close.

“What are you doin’? This ain’t…no, baby, it ain’t…safe.”

Back to sounding like a dad in no time at all.

“What’s wrong with leaving it in a bit longer? Feels nice.”

You had no idea what you were talking about. Joel pulled back on his hand and, in less than a second, had it freed.

“I just told you,” he huffed, “You’re too young—”

“I’m plenty old, Joel,” you returned, eyes snapping open, “You’ve shown me that more times than I can count.”

Joel was silent, stunned. He rose to his feet as your eyes seared holes into his, and for a second, he was uncertain whether to take a step back or reach out for you again.

“Baby…”

To his surprise, something like hurt surfaced behind your eyes. You set your lips in a tighter line, and your grip on the counter grew firmer just the same. He would’ve taken that move as his cue to lean in gently, slot his body between your thighs, and venture an apology of some sort, when the next thing you did stopped him cold.

Without a word, you slipped your free hand between your legs—eyeing Joel closely, almost scornfully, as you did.

You took your middle and ring fingers and sank them into your cunt. Not intending to let a drop of his spend leak out, you wedged them in as far as they’d go. Joel watched. Gawked. Once sufficiently pleased with the look of shock taking over his handsome, aged features, you withdrew the fingers. You brought them up to your mouth, wrapped your lips around the tips, and sucked.

It was a rare thing to get a taste of you and Joel together like this, so you savored it. You moved your mouth further down to drink it all in, peering up with wide, indulgent eyes and a look that was meant to punish.

Feels nice.

Tastes alright, too.

You’d licked the last bit of this glaze off your hand when your stomach clenched. You knew it would happen. Full as you were, you feared your body still hungered for more. As such, it hardly came as a surprise when next your muscles tensed, and you shifted closer to Joel.

“Maybe I don’t want babies with someone my own age.”

Either one of your knees were nudging his hips. Drawing him in. Joel appeared to waver for a second, unsure, but the look on his face made it clear this was mostly a matter of a delayed reaction. He couldn’t get his legs to move because the rest of him was still in awe. Staring at your lips, where the residue of his spend was glistening, then to your eyes, which were no less inviting, then up to the crown of your head and over it, to fix his stare on the mirror behind it. You watched him watch his own reflection with a look that was both hard and unkind, breathing slow. When he didn’t stir from that position after a minute, you touched a hand to his lower stomach.

And, brushing the heel of your palm against what felt like a hundred grey hairs in the old man’s happy trail—your favorite ones—you smoothed a caress along his belly, back and forth, before moving it left. Your hand came to rest on a mound of muscle and fat sitting right above his hip. Love handles, Joel had remarked one morning with vague distaste. Love handles, you’d repeated, beaming. You held on tightly now, appreciatively, and used your well-loved wall of flesh to pull him closer. As with any beckoning of yours, Joel didn’t have so much as half a mind to resist. He did, however, refuse to meet your gaze while you tilted your hips and spread your legs wider, before winding your ankles around the backs of his legs.

“Don’t you think I’d look pretty?” You pouted up at him. Your folds made a light, warm suction rubbing along the front of Joel’s cock—of course he’d grown hard again, and you could hold him, point him down to that wet embrace awaiting him patiently at the edge of the sink.

Joel cursed under his breath.

“‘Course I do…” he said, voice hoarse, “Y’always look—”

“I mean…with your baby inside me, Joel. Right here.”

As if to put a finer point on your words, you nestled the head of his cock inside the first inch of your body. Joel had to seize the laminate underneath you and grit his teeth to keep from letting out a groan too loud. That tip may as well have been a first-rate conductor of heat, and your warmth the thing that might send him spilling again

“You don’t—” Joel choked out, nearly incensed, “—don’t know what the hell you’re sayin’, baby. What that means.”

In truth, there wasn’t a world Joel Miller could imagine where a girl like you could give more than a passing thought to getting knocked up by him—a man his age. What good would it do? You had your whole life laid out before you like a four-course dinner spread; there was no sense whatsoever in letting the meal go to waste on him.

He communicated as much by moving to pull out.

You met the effort with a push of your own, sinking down another inch or two on his shaft and smiling when you saw his eyes roll back in his head at the dizzying friction.

“I know more than enough, old man—” Grin stretching ear-to-ear as you dug your heels in his ass and tugged him deeper, “—who do you think taught me all this?”

Of course, it had been Joel.

Always, always him—the only one, in fact.

Your walls drew him in like a hug. For once, Joel conjured up the strength to take a look between your lower half and his, and when he did, the next moan was inevitable. It trickled through his lips. Your body looked sublime swallowing a third of his cock, and it was almost as though a maggot had crawled into his brain, chanting:

‘Make her full. Make her yours. Tell any man who’d even think of looking her way she belongs to someone else.’

He couldn’t.

Joel would never be so selfish. Just think of her youth.

But when his gaze drifted back to yours, every thought and any word besides seemed gently to melt away. Beneath him, your eyes were two pools of desire.

“You like this…don’t you, Joel?” Your voice was tiny.

“I do.”

In fact, he loved it.

“Then why can’t we?” Why shouldn’t we?

Minuscule now, the words that reached him barely exceeded a whisper. It was as though the moment itself had drained all fear from your face—and out of Joel, all common sense from his brain—leaving you both to stare at the other with shared, stupid, anoetic looks of bliss. The man who had you beat by thirty-odd years seemed nearly of the same mind, with almost identical ignorance.

Idiocy.

“Just once?” Joel croaked.

Somewhere underneath, unseen, you smiled.

“Just one?” you murmured back.

He sank in another inch. When your walls contracted around him, Joel’s hands found your hips by force of habit and pushed your back against the glass behind it. The mirror was cool, and inside you, Joel was throbbing.

“Once,” he repeated, not thinking too deeply.

“One,” you said, with a world of more purpose.

Joel relinquished the last three inches, and with it, all of his resolve. The handsome, scarred, and plainly greying features all twisted as one, and the expression that you knew too well to mean that the man was feeling good took on the slightest hint of guilt. He gripped you tighter.

“One?” Joel panted. Confused.

He pulled out halfway just to find his home again. Your pearly slick mixed together with his spend, and both coated over Joel’s shaft in a pretty, generous sheen.

“One more of you, I mean.” You sounded too sweet. There was no way in hell you’d actually meant it.

Joel’s cheeks flushed again, but he didn’t stop, either.

“Baby…” he trailed off instead. He pushed in, pulled out, felt your tender little hole make an ‘o’ around his shaft, and then he kissed the edge of your left cheek—maybe to rein in the need in his words before he spoke again: “One’a me takes and I’m givin’ ya fifteen more, y’hear?”

The smile he received told him as much as he needed to hear. He probably wouldn’t have believed it even if you’d said the words yourself. Joel’s thrusts sped up, and as the pleasure distended in the pit of his stomach with the friction and the feel, his words flowed a little more freely.

In disbelief, “Wanna be a mama that bad for me, huh?”

Your grin grew bigger. You nodded your head.

“Make your old man a daddy, is that it?”

Exactly. Senseless as it was, your look said it all.

To have slipped between the grooves and ridges of Joel’s brain and caught wind of even a fraction of the things he wanted to do to you then, a smarter girl would have run. Would have shoved him back out as swiftly as she’d let him in and told him no, that’s gross, and gone home. And, had the grey matter floating inside your own skull not been so completely dominated by primal need and wanting, that’s likely what you would have done, too. Instead, with a head full of lewd, youthful stupidity, you seized the black-grey curls dangling at the nape of his neck and drew him closer. You spread your legs wider.

“That is what you’ve wanted this whole time, right?”

Under his scruff, a muscle tensed as Joel bit down.

That’s all he’s ever wanted.

Let the neighbors talk.

Let them say what they wanted to say—it was probably all true to the point they were trying to make, anyway. That Joel was a pervert, of course. That you were naïve, also true. That you would look too good not to stare in a white cotton frock with a bump underneath, absolutely. These were the ideas permeating your brain and his while Joel took a firmer hold of your sides and brought his nose to rest against yours. With every stab of his hips, he pressed kisses to your soft, parted lips, speaking low:

“That what you want, too, darlin’?” More serious now.

The head of his cock nicked a sensitive ridge inside you, eliciting a whimper, but you nodded. You nodded again, feeling the brush of his stubble at your mouth and your chin, and nodded again when he bottomed out, stuffing you tight. It felt a little more momentous than any other time in the past, now that you were picturing a fullness that wasn’t just him. Him and you: a concrete being to soothe the sting of his absence long after Joel withdrew.

Something to stick.

“Please say it, baby.”

Someone to call yours.

“I want it,” you said, sounding desperate.

A coil was just starting to form in the place you felt him. Drifting up, pulling tight, making your eyes go glossy and wide while they stuck to Joel’s and begged him for more.

“Want what?” He sped up, and his thrusts got sloppy.

“Want you,” you breathed, “Inside me, Joel, please.”

As if predicting your next thoughts, the man lowered his hand to your belly. You hadn’t even noticed the smallest bulge had taken shape beneath the skin. Joel slowed, momentarily, then rubbed the base of his palm against the mound where your body was obliged to make room for his cock inside you. He drew soft, tender circles there and, with the motion, sent stars flying before your eyes.

“Good girl,” he murmured, “Right here?”

“Ri— right there. Right there.”

Joel adored that sound. The soft, elated look, the gentle knoll of flesh in a bump below his hand, the whimpers rolling off your tongue repeatedly, quicker and quicker the more the pleasure inside you continued to build. Joel’s release was coming soon, too. For the hundredth time that night, he silently wished he were a little younger; so he could fill you up once, twice, twenty more times until your insides were stuffed and painted white. As if reading his mind, as he had for you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Hope our baby has your eyes,” you murmured to him.

It shouldn’t have had such a strong effect—but of course, it did. Joel pictured the small, sweet infant with irises that shone a bit like his, and his stomach caved in.

Tonight, tomorrow, or ten months down the line, he was getting you pregnant. He’d clear his whole schedule for it

“That right?” And now he couldn’t stop the smile as he spoke, leaning even further in, “What about their nose?”

He kissed the tip of yours.

“Hope they get this.”

He kissed either one of your cheeks.

“These too.”

You had to fight back a laugh while his scruff tickled skin. Two deep strokes away from the brink of release and he still somehow always stayed in tune with your needs.

The threat of your peak was perilously near. Joel’s spend and your slick, tender glaze made a chorus of sounds at each thrust, and the deeper he went, the bigger it swelled. Your smiles couldn’t stay for much longer when the feeling inside you both was being amplified like that. Sensing this, Joel took hold of your face and slipped his touch to cup your chin. He made you tilt your head up to him, as if to ask again, ‘Are you sure?’ and when you nodded, his lips twitched again. A fleeting hint of a grin, like he couldn’t be more eager to finish now if he tried.

Holding your face, cock swollen and throbbing and desperate between your walls, he felt a familiar twitch.

There it is.

#IN CONCLUSION……….WE MAKIN BABIES #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #the last of us fic

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yuwuta · 7 months ago

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hi 👋 bsf upstaging bf with choso???

ok i’ve gotten asks for pretty much every other jjk boy on this subject and i want to say something as an overarching theme: all of them ain’t shit. not a single one of them. there’s a scale, some (gojo) are worse than others, but in general, none of them really give a fuck, if that means upstaging, sabotaging, or straight up kicking your boyfriend to the curb so that they can be your boyfriend instead then so be it. but they’re not shit, NONE OF THEM!! but there is a hierarchy and different methods of execution and all that, so here’s where they stand

president and ceo of not being shit: satoru gojo

why would satoru care about your boyfriend? in any and all universes, he is raised in a world where consequences mean nothing to him. so what if he’s a little rude to this guy? so what if he buys you a ridiculously expensive birthday gift that might be seen as romantic? so what if he offers to take you on a vacation that happens to overlap with your boyfriend’s birthday? the worst that will happen to satoru is nothing; the world bends to his whims, never the other way around.

it’s a combination of complete self-confidence + trust in you + getting joy out of bothering people that earns him this number one spot. he’s confident in every sense of the word, so he doesn’t see your boyfriend as a threat. even if satoru didn’t love you romantically, he wouldn’t see a boyfriend as a threat to your friendship either, because he has no doubts in himself—and to the second point, he doesn’t have any in you either: you’ve proven your loyalty to satoru, proven that even when he pisses you off, you still love him, even when you’re dating somebody else, you still make time for him, even when he’s being shitty and stubborn, you don’t kick him to the curb, you just pinch his ear and bring him back down to earth. he’s always chosen you, but you’ve always chosen him, too, so again, what’s to fear when a boyfriend is added to the equation? nothing, because satoru knows this guy can’t earn or replace the loyalty you’ve given him.

and to top it all off, he likes watching your bf grind his teeth. he likes watching this guy have to hold his breath, because what can he say without sounding like an ass—he won’t ask you to tell satoru to fuck off because he hasn’t done anything wrong. treating your best friend to fancy dinners and exotic getaways and designer clothes is just nice when you have money—your bf would be pretty shitty to deny you that. and he’d sound insecure, too. and satoru knows your bf doesn’t have the balls to confront him, and even if he did he’d lose. it’d be embarrassing. so, satoru wins. he always wins. satoru engages in psychological warfare, and he has the physical strength, social power, and financial security to back it up, so he, literally, can never lose. and, sure, having your bf around is annoying, but it’s so much fun to watch other people lose that he lets the guy stick around for a while. you’ll get tired of him and run back to satoru eventually, and he’ll confess this time… hopefully.

vice president: kento nanami

if you expected kento to be lower on this list, think again, because he is just as bad. he’s only second place because he’s not as overt, nor does he wish to actually taunt your boyfriend like satoru would. for kento, you’re just his number one priority. you always have been, ever since you came into his life; it was confusing at first, for him to care so much about you beyond an objective sense of responsibility, but overtime he came to realize that he way he wants to take care of you is different. he doesn’t just want to ensure your comfort and safety physically, he wants to make sure you’re taken care of emotionally, he wants to bear your burdens for you, not just help you through them.

kento is a good friend, a trusted confidant, a reliable person overall, and over the years, he’s inadvertently raised your standards. casual situationships and relationships where you’re not the priority become unappealing when you’ve had someone by your side for so long who’s treated you better than that. if your best friend can buy you flowers, and make reservations at new restaurants, and drive an hour to pick you up in the rain, and cook for you when you’re feeling sick, then why would you tolerate anything less in a romantic partner? these things are the bare minimum to kento, but most other men fall far below average; it’s hard for them to compete where they cannot compare.

so when you do accept a partner, kento is skeptical at best. he knows that what he does for the people in his life isn’t necessarily special, but he doubts that your boyfriend is capable of doing even that—and even if he does meet the standards, he’ll be outclassed anyway. because kento is a good person, but he’ gotten really good at how to be good to you. your boyfriend might get you flowers, but kento already knows your favorites. your boyfriend might send chocolates, but he doesn’t know which ones you’re allergic to, and the brand you prefer; kento does, which is why the ones he bought for you are gone within the week, and the generic box sent over by your boyfriend was re-gifted to satoru. when you voice your doubts about a date your boyfriend mentioned wanting to plan, kento feigns interest, and then innocence when he asks if you’re busy a few days later, if you’d like to help him bake something instead—something he knows you’d much rather do. the short version is—kento knows you, and he uses it to his advantage. he uses the knowledge gained during your friendship to outclass anybody in your dating pool, and he does it so smoothly that it hardly seems intentional or harmful, but it is. which is why he’s just as bad, if not worse, than satoru.

treasurer: megumi fushiguro

there’s actually no au in which megumi isn’t shit because no matter how you square it, he gets it from his daddy. whether he’s raised by just satoru, just toji, or some au where he has them both in his life—the common denominator is that they’re there. if megumi ever did confide in either of them about hating your boyfriend, both satoru and toji would offer the same advice: “can’t you just get rid of him? what’s he got on you?” which is absolutely not how you should parent a child...

megumi might have his doubts about his personality, but he’s never been insecure about his appearance. it’s hard to be when he looks like that, but also when he’s had either toji or satoru (or god forbid, both) in his ear his entire life. he might have some fucked up attachment issues and skepticisms about the general population, but he has a very secure view of himself. so, to start, he’s not impressed by your boyfriend, and is honestly a little offended that you think this guy is objectively more attractive, or that you’re more romantically/sexually attracted to him that you are to megumi—or even, any of your other friends. he’d rather you start dating nobara or yuuji, at least he could live with that because those are pretty people, but your choice in boyfriends… he’s not trying to be mean but you could do better. you’ve done better.

secondly, megumi…. doesn’t care about him. at all. he’s not like satoru in that it brings him happiness to tease your boyfriend, he’s not like kento in that he skews your standards in his favor to nudge your boyfriend out of the picture; megumi literally does not care if this guy lives or dies. your boyfriend could drop dead and megumi would be like damn… that’s crazy… and move on with his life. which is a wild view to have of your best friend’s partner; and it also drives said partner to madness because why the fuck won’t your childhood friend acknowledge his existence?? but again, megumi doesn’t care that his apathy towards your boyfriend bothers him—megumi doesn’t see him, doesn’t know him, doesn’t care to know him, and it drives a wedge in your relationship.

thirdly, megumi is, canonically, a bully to people he doesn’t like. if your boyfriend gets angered enough to the point of confronting megumi, or whining to you, then it’s inconsequential to megumi to hurt him, and he won’t hold back. also on the reverse side, if there was a situation in which your boyfriend was getting hurt or needed help, then megumi is not helping. he’d probably just watch, or join in.

after a while, megumi grows past apathy into exhaustion. he thinks you should do better, he thinks you should know better, he thinks he’s better. and he is. he’ll show you that. (also, he is most likely to try to seduce you into infidelity because he doesn’t care about your boyfriend, so you’re single to him).

first secretary of not giving a fuck: yuuji itadori

jealousy is something that yuuji used to feel guilty about, guilty enough to drive him to confiding in satoru/nanami about his feelings and seeking advice for how to deal with it, because he thought being jealous meant that he was being a bad friend to you. but neither of his mentors are shit, so yuuji learns to adopt the age old mantra: all is far in love and war.

he’s better than satoru in the sense that he doesn’t antagonize your boyfriend, he’s better than kento in the sense that he doesn’t outwardly outclass your boyfriend’s efforts, he’s better than megumi in the sense that he does care about people outside of his immediate circle of friends, and as long as your boyfriend is a human, then yuuji will care about his life; but in all other senses, yuuji is surprisingly neutral, and in some cases, actually worse.

yuuji has two things to his advantage that he absolutely abuses: his likability, and his strength. when it comes to likability, he can just play the friendly, nice guy card. wrapping his arm around your shoulder, twirling you around in a hug, pinching your cheeks, playing with your hair, laying on your lap—he’s just yuuji, he’s just being friendly, he’s just being nice. it’d be pretty shitty of your boyfriend to tell him to be meaner to you, no? ^.^ yuuji is also sneaky with this in that he uses it to say otherwise mean things under the guise of a friendly disguise, and people rarely think otherwise of it. (“it’s fine if you go to the club with us if your bf doesn’t want you to. it’s not like you’re gonna marry him” “are those boxes giving you trouble, man? not surprising, haha!” “you guys didn’t break up yet? aw... i mean... well, no i meant that, but come on, let’s take shots!” all said with a smile that looks like this 😇😇 on his face)

in terms of strength, it’s an unbeatable challenge for your boyfriend—because even if he gets pissed off at yuuji being too close to you, too affectionate with you, too sweet to you, what’s he gonna do? because he certainly can’t beat yuuji in a fight—he couldn’t even beat yuuji in a race, he couldn’t even beat yuuji at mario kart, so there’s nothing for your boyfriend to do but shutup and wallow.

second secretary: yuuta okkotsu

does he need an explanation… does mr. “how rude, this is pure love” need an explanation… does mr. “i will kill itadori yuuji myself” need an explanation… does mr. “i won’t let sensei kill his best friend again, [i’ll do it myself]” need an explanation… hasn’t he already proved himself as the single most loyal and contently insane person on the planet…

once you have yuuta’s loyalty, you have it forever. not even for life, because he’d find a way to transcend space and time to protect you in the next one. even if, for some reason, you didn’t want it anymore, you have it; yuuta’s love is final sale, no exchanges or returns. the only reason he’s not ranked to be worse than megumi or yuuji is because yuuta has one grave disadvantage: he is not normally confrontational, and is the definition of anxious LOL. he’d feel bad if he didn’t make an effort to get to know your boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he has to like him...

yuuta might know that he has feelings for you, but he’s honestly content with a platonic relationship if that’s how you choose to express it towards him. if you want to be friends, then he’s your friend; your love is that pure and vital to him, that he takes it in whatever form he gets it. he’s desperate for you in a way that has him completely at your whim; he doesn’t need reciprocity to love you, just knowing you, and knowing you accept his love is more than enough. keeping him around as friend, keeping him in your life, keeping him in your mind—that’s all yuuta could truly ever want. so, even when you have a boyfriend, it stings a bit at first, but as long as you still have the same amount of room in your life for yuuta, then he won’t do any harm to this guy.

unless: (a) your boyfriend makes it difficult for yuuta to have access to you, (b) your boyfriend outrightly ticks yuuta off, or (c) the worst option, your boyfriend does something to hurt you or make you sad, then he’s off yuuta’s radar completely. he won’t confront, and he won’t intervene. but if any of those conditions are not met, even for a second, then your boyfriend is as good as gone and there’s little anyone, yourself included, can do to stop him.

honorable board members: choso kamo, toji fushiguro, toge inumaki

everything about choso is on sight. it takes one wrong move, the slightest misstep, even a breath out of place and he will end your relationship and your boyfriend’s life if he has to. choso does not play when it comes to the people he loves, he won’t stand for you being hurt or mistreated in any way. there’s no subtle psychological warfare, there’s no shovel talk, there’s no blame game: choso sees something wrong, and he takes it upon himself to correct it. your partners have one chance to treat you right, or they’ll wish they hadn’t met choso to begin with.

toji doesn’t really chase people, but you have always been the exception. he hates to admit it, but he’ll follow you anywhere you go, not caring for whoever else you decide to bring along. if the journey of your life is a car ride, toji always calls shotgun, and he doesn’t really care who else gets in the backseat, until they ask him to get out of his—then there’s a problem. and he’s never once felt bad about turning some guy into a hitchhiker.

the greater good should be thankful that toge takes a voluntary vow of silence, because if he said even half of the things that were on his mind, the world might, quite literally, be set on fire. toge doesn’t care—not like megumi, him not caring isn’t apathy towards the life or death of other people, he just doesn’t care what reaction his actions pull out of people. you’ve told him it’s annoying when he pinches your cheeks and steals your boba, but that won’t stop him from doing it, esp not when you look so cute when you’re angry. yeah, he knows people get annoyed by his pranks, but that’s whatever. he knows your boyfriend hates when toge’s around you, but he doesn’t care. if it brings toge joy, he’ll do it. honestly, even if it doesn’t bring him joy, he’ll do it because he wants to. he’s not immune to consequences like satoru, he simply doesn’t care about them! he’ll just deal with it, he’s got a high tolerance for it—your boyfriend, however, seems like a weakling, so toge will simply outlast him. he’s outlasted all the others :)

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aretheysorasorta · 10 months ago

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Danny Fenton is Odd

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Danny Fenton was odd

It was a fact no one in Amity would dispute, then again the boy was raised by ghost hunter, he had Fenton blood in his veins, their wasn’t much of a chance for him to be anything but odd from the beginning

But Fenton odd wasn’t what they meant anyway

Danny was a straight A student, he was a Fenton though so that much was to be expected from a family of geniuses, yet for some reason Danny’s grades started to tank, he slept in class all the time and skipped classes when he never used to

It was sudden too, there was no slow decline or odd tiredness that a teacher could ask about, it was just…

One day the boy had perfect grades, the next he couldn’t seem to keep his grade above a C if he was lucky

Of course grades aren’t the only thing that was strange about Danny, there were a lot of things off with him

Like the fact that in the past when he’d always agree to help people study, like the jocks when they had an important game coming up or the goths when they needed to pass a subject to get their teachers off their back, he hadn’t done that in months

Danny used to hide people too, if someone didn’t want to go home? Danny’s house was both large enough and his parents weren’t aware enough to notices some more kids that weren’t their own in the house, only rule was not to go into the basement, as if any of the kids wanted to anyway

There were spare pillows, blankets and padding in the ops center, Danny lent some of those with worse off homes keys, a constant invitation, he hadn’t asked for them back but most had taken the hint and stopped using them

If you were having mechanical trouble? Was your phone acting up? Was your dad’s car totalled and you didn’t have enough money to pay for repairs and were too scared to tell your dad? Danny will have it fixed up before the end of the school day, hell it might even work better than before you gave it to him

Now, Danny didn’t do that, he was too tired to, it wasn’t normal tiredness either, it was like Danny had just given up, like he no longer saw a reason to keep trying

Danny had been on his way to the space program

Danny had wanted to be an astronaut

No one remembers the last time Danny brought up the stars

Danny was odd, in the way that his eye sometimes seemed to shine a toxic green, just for a second never longer, or the sudden fight or flight reflex he kicked into gear in most people, it was mostly fight, it was mostly from Dash

Danny was odd, he felt too large, like too much was condensed into one being and the universe was just now realising that this was a bad idea, but it be couldn’t stop anymore

Danny was odd, he felt too small, skinny stick arm and a lanky body, his family’s height seeming to just barely skip over him, Danny was small, like the world was terrified of anyone looking too close so they shrunk him down, but they didn’t realise that he was still overflowing with wrongness

Danny was odd, in the bruises student see him hiding and the Med-kit he always had on him, the clothes and supply’s stuffed in his locker, the way he looked around as though he was going to have to run any second now

Danny was odd, all of Amity park knew this

Danny was odd, in the way where his voice seemed to echo and a single glance your way could have you frozen stiff in fear

Danny. Was. Odd…

But that wasn’t anything new, Danny was always odd wasn’t he? Why look into something that doesn’t matter? Danny can take care of himself, he doesn’t want help so don’t give him any.

Danny was odd, in the way he’d avoid Dash like the plague, yet when he was caught the boy wouldn’t fight back, the boy wouldn’t even feel fear

Danny was odd, he only had two friends, he only had one sister

One sister? No, no, Danny has two, doesn’t he?

Danny was odd

Danny was Danny

Danny was odd, he knew the mayor, his godfather, yet he hated him, Danny would complain, call Vlad a fruitloop and insult him to the Zone and back

It was strange right? That Vlad was so obsessed with Danny?

It was odd, how uncomfortable Danny got whenever Vlad was around, or how often Vlad tried to find him

…….wasn’t that wrong? No, concerning, that was the word, Vlad was an adult, what did he need with Danny? Shouldn’t someone look into it? Shouldn’t someone help-

Don’t think too much, it’s fine, after all, Danny is odd isn’t he?

Right, no need to think too hard after all

Danny

Was

Odd

Danny was odd, his parent were ghost hunters but he was afraid of ghosts, the first to run after ever sighting, pathetic, but then again…..Danny never did look scared did he?

Don’t think too much, this is an odd place, and he an odd boy, doesn’t that go hand in hand?

Right, Danny is odd but no odder than Amity

Danny is odd, in the way he seems to not be there, he wasn’t easy to forget, no, that was impossible to do, but he wasn’t quite here either….was he?

Danny was odd, in the way he bleed green

Green? No, the boy bleed the galaxy, all stars and supernovas seemed to flash with every shift of his eyes, as though the universe had created them just for him, just for this

But people don’t bleed green or stars, they bleed red, they bleed blood

Danny was human…..wasn’t he?

Danny has never bleed anything other than red

Oh, that’s true

Danny was odd, in the way the world seem to tilt towards him, as though the entire world was here to be devoured by him

But Danny was odd, he wouldn’t do that, he loved this world too much

Danny was a black hole, sucking everything into his orbit, into himself

Danny was a Super Nova, a colosale explosion that could burst at any moment and wipe them out

Danny was a star, without him this world wouldn’t exist, they relied on him, his warmth, his protection

But Danny was human, so he couldn’t be a star…can he?

No, he can’t

Then why does it feel like this?

Danny is odd, but so is Amity

Danny is Amity’s, no one got to take him

Danny is odd, in the way he hadn’t shown up for days, in the way that teachers had sent hundreds of message’s home yet no one responded

Danny was odd, in the way a body hasn’t been found yet their already declaring him dead

Danny was odd, in the way someone saw the government hauling Jazz off somewhere

Danny was odd, in the way that had their skin crawling like bugs had crawled into they skin while they slept

Danny was odd, and his sister was missing, his friends had vanished, presumed dead the GIW had said

Danny was odd, in the way his parents only seemed worried about Jazz

Danny was dead……but he always was…….wasn’t he?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danielle #jazz fenton #sam mason #tucker foley #amity park #casper high #Dash #Dead Danny?#maybe Dc x Dp

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dindjarindiaries · 7 months ago

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At Victory's End

summary: You help Hunter to recover from the lasting effects of Hemlock’s torture on Tantiss.

pairing: sergeant hunter (tbb) x reader

tags: season 3 finale spoilers, mentions of torture, trauma, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.051k

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You paced the floor of the shuttle as you kept your gaze fixed on the opened hatch. You, Echo, and Wrecker had already gotten the clones settled, and now you were only waiting on Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega—assuming all had gone well.

It was a waiting game, and it felt like you were losing.

Until you finally saw the image of the three of them in the distance, with Omega walking in between the two brothers. Hunter and Crosshair were both hunched over as if they were in pain, a sight that instantly brought a fearful chill to your chest as you began to hurry down the ramp to meet them in the middle.

“Sunny!” Omega called out your nickname with sweet relief. She ran forward to meet you, and you instantly caught her in your embrace.

You closed your eyes as you cupped the back of her head and let out a relieved exhale. “It’s so good to have you back, sweet angel.” You gained the strength to pull away from her as you held her shoulders and gave her a quick once-over. “Are you okay?”

Omega nodded, gesturing with her head to the two men behind her. “Thanks to them.”

You smiled, though your lips instantly straightened in severity again when you took note of Hunter and Crosshair’s weary faces. Your voice lowered as you asked Omega another question. “How are they?”

Omega grimaced, and that was enough for your worry to spike even more than before. You had already been caught up to speed on Crosshair’s hand by Wrecker, but he had told you that he didn’t remember much else. All he might’ve heard was Hunter’s pained screaming, which had already had you seized by the most horrible feeling imaginable.

“Sunny,” Crosshair suddenly huffed out, as if it had taken him a great effort just to speak. Omega stepped aside to let you face him, and your heart fell straight into your stomach. Crosshair was nearly keeled over at the weight Hunter was placing on him—his deadweight. Hunter’s eyes were also fluttering closed in a way that made it seem like he might fall unconscious at any moment.

You recovered from your shock at the sight and took Hunter from Crosshair, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and letting your adrenaline take his heavy weight. He let out a half-hearted groan as his free hand gripped his side, and his head fell towards yours. Your voice was a haunted version of its usual self as you spoke. “What happened?”

Hunter couldn’t speak. Your throat tightened with worry as Crosshair offered an explanation. “Hemlock.” He let out a grunt of his own as Omega offered him support. “He… put us under the conditioning.”

Your brow shot up at that. “Conditioning?”

Crosshair exhaled and shook his head. “Torture. A shock treatment to encourage conditioning. And for Hunter…” He trailed off. He didn’t need to say it.

But you did. “His senses.”

The words barely made a sound as they left your tongue, and you were immediately hit with a rush of concern like never before. It stole your breath for a moment, but you caught yourself with a quick inhale and focused on Hunter. His head was almost fully leaning against yours, the small pieces of hair soaked by the rain still sticking to his forehead. His eyes had almost fully closed.

“Stay with me, love,” you murmured, willing all your strength to push the two of you ahead towards the shuttle. “You’re okay now. I’m here.”

After a few slow steps, Hunter tried to speak, and the sound sent a sharp jolt of relief to your heart. “Sun…”

You stopped for a moment and lifted a hand to his head, sweeping away some of the wet hair from his face. “Yeah. It’s me.” You ran your knuckles over his cheek and smiled at him the best you could.

Hunter’s eyes fluttered again as he tried to keep them open. His own relief still wasn’t lost on you. “She’s okay.”

You looked over his shoulder and saw Omega and Crosshair behind you, as if they were waiting to help you and Hunter if you needed it. You smiled even wider and nodded. “That’s right. You and Crosshair saved her.”

You began to push onwards again, slowly but surely closing the distance to the open hatch. Hunter had one more thing to say as you did so. “You’re okay?”

You nodded at him. “Yes, Hunter. I’m just fine.” You tightened your grasp on his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s just focus on you for once. Okay?”

Hunter huffed then groaned, his head resting against yours again as you got him on board. The obvious fight he was putting up gave you hope, but you still felt devastated just by the thought of what he’d gone through. That type of torture would be unbearable for anyone, but for someone with Hunter’s enhanced senses, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful it was.

The thought alone brought tears to your eyes that you swiftly fought away. Everything was okay, and he would be okay, too—even if it was hard to see him in such a state.

As you got the two of you onto the shuttle, you were immediately approached by Echo, who took Hunter’s other arm. “How is he?” Echo asked you.

“Responsive.” You looked over at Hunter and watched his eyes flutter again.

“That’s good.” Echo gestured with his head over to where Wrecker was sitting on the floor. “We’ve got Wrecker some med patches, and he’s in pretty good shape.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Your tone was genuine, despite the way your worried mind was still set on Hunter. “Crosshair seems like he’s doing all right, too.”

“Good.” Echo’s voice revealed his own relief. “I was worried when Wrecker told me about his hand.”

Your heart ached for Crosshair for a moment. “Yeah. Looks like they at least sealed it off for him.”

Echo gave you a quick glance, his gaze darting over to Hunter as he did so. “I can help you get him somewhere quiet. I think he needs that.”

You offered Echo an appreciative smile. “I agree.”

It was then that Hunter tried to speak up again. “I’m fine.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure.” Your hand on his arm lowered until his fingers were entwined with your own. “But you would still love to be somewhere quiet right now, wouldn’t you?”

Hunter closed his eyes and nodded, and for a moment, you feared that he had finally fallen under. You studied him until his eyes fluttered again, and you exhaled your fearful breath as Echo continued to lead the two of you up the lift and to a private corridor.

“Here.” Echo helped you set Hunter down, and groaned at the movement. Once he was settled, his hand still in yours, Echo stood back up. “I’ll get a medpac for you. Once I’m sure everyone’s on board, I’ll be taking us straight to Pabu.”

You could’ve cried at the sheer relief you felt that this nightmare was truly coming to an end, but your concern for Hunter’s current state overpowered it. “Thank you, Echo.”

Echo nodded, setting a reassuring hand on your shoulder before he disappeared from the corridor. You took a deep breath for composure as you focused on Hunter, whose eyes were closed once again as his head rested against the interior hull.

You were gentle as you released his hand to instead hold the sides of his face. “Hunter.” Your voice was so soft even you nearly missed it, your thumbs brushing under his eyes in another attempt to gain his attention. When he didn’t make a move or say a word, you let your concern get the best of you. “Hunter, please.”

His eyes at least opened at your desperation. You wished so badly you could stay as calm for him as he always did for you and everyone else, but with the way things had gone ever since Omega was taken on Pabu, it was truly an impossible task. Each minute that ticked away without him or the others near you made you expect the worst. To see him alive was a relief, but to see him so out of it was still terrifying.

Hunter tried to speak, but he quickly tightened his jaw as his expression contorted in pain. You watched him fight to keep his eyes open again, his teeth gritting in his effort to do so. Your brow knit together as you gave him a once-over, and quickly, you saw what was happening. His right hand shook just as Crosshair’s used to, but it was more violent in the immediate aftershocks of what had happened to him.

You took his trembling hand and lifted it to your face, loosening his fingers for him and splaying them across your cheek. Your gaze remained in his the entire time, and as you secured his hand to you, you watched the pain and fear slowly begin to leave his brown eyes. It filled you with a relief to potent that you were yet again brought to tears, but you still refused to shed them.

“There you go.” Your praise for him was another gentle whisper as you ran soothing circles over the back of his hand. “It’s okay. You’re okay now.”

Hunter’s eyes closed again, but that time, you could tell it was purely in his own relief. You pressed a gentle kiss to his gloved palm even as your worry began to exchange itself for an all-consuming rage.

Hemlock had done this to him. Not just him, either, but also Wrecker, Crosshair, and so many others. He had to be dead. You wouldn’t stand for it if he wasn’t.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hunter opened his eyes to look at you the best he could. “He’s gone.” He swallowed hard as his weak thumb ran over your cheek. You couldn’t help smiling at the sweet action. “We… made sure of it.”

“Good.” You held tight to his hand and wrist as you composed yourself with another breath. “We couldn’t leave him alive. Not after all he’s done.”

Before you or Hunter could say anything more, you heard Echo returning. You lowered Hunter’s hand from your face to look at him. Echo was carrying medpac as well as a blanket, both of which he handed to you with a sympathetic smile. “Here you go, Sunny.”

You set the supplies down to hold Echo’s hands between yours for a moment. “Thank you, Echo.”

Echo tilted his head at you. “You know you don’t have to thank me.” He nodded at you. “We’re family.”

That made your lips widen even more. “We are.”

Echo returned your smile before he stepped away, guaranteeing your and Hunter’s privacy for now. You set your focus on caring for him, beginning with the removal of his wet pieces of armor. He looked as if he was going to try to help you, but you stopped him, setting a firm hand on his chest until he relaxed once again. There was a small smile that tugged on his lips as you continued your work, not stopping until all the upper pieces of his armor had been set aside. You then set the blanket around his shoulders, pulling it close together under his neck.

You held on to the corners of the fabric and kept yourself close to him. Studying the flecks of his eyes that were still slightly dazed, you began to crumble as your adrenaline wore off. There were too many close calls. Hunter had been tortured, and you weren’t there to help him. He had to face down the man who had done it, not just to him but to many of your loved ones, and you weren’t there to support him.

It had been a long, terrifying mission, yet he was still here, and so were you.

Hunter was the one to act first. His hand rose to the side of your face as he encouraged you to rest your forehead against his. You remained gentle, still wary of his frayed senses as you touched him. “It’s okay.” Hunter’s voice was no more than a rasp, but it was still much stronger than it had been before. That gave you hope, a feeling so sweet that it only made the tears in your eyes even harder to resist. “Just like you said before.”

His other arm wrapped itself around you, encouraging you to fully relax into his side. His head was still resting against your own even as he cradled you against him. Hunter took the corner of the blanket on your side and lifted it so that the two of you were sharing its warmth.

You began to shake your head, the swirling emotions of the day—especially the guilt—beginning to swallow you whole. “I should be helping you.”

Hunter raised his brow at you. “You are helping me.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to your forehead, keeping them there even as he went on. “You were all I needed.”

The sweetness of his words nearly healed you in a single, softening blow, but another angle you took on them shattered that illusion in a heartbreaking way. “You needed me,” you nearly cried, “and I wasn’t there.”

Hunter lifted himself from your head, his gaze looking horrified as he realized exactly what you were going through. “No.” He shook his head and cupped the side of your face with his gloved hand. “No, no, no. That’s not what I meant.” His thumb caught one of your tears the moment it left your lashes. “I’m relieved you weren’t there. It was dangerous. I…” he paused, circling his jaw as he considered his words, “I snapped when I realized Omega was there, and that she was in danger. I even impaled one of the assassins.”

You blinked through your tears and tightened your jaw in hardly concealed anger for your enemies. “Good.”

Hunter huffed, clearly amused by your vengeful spirit as he went on. “What I meant was…” Hunter had to pause again. His expression began to fall in a worry so genuine that it made your chest ache all over again. “I didn’t know what had happened to you. After we got Hemlock and saved Omega, I knew that everyone was okay—except for you.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours again. “I needed to know.”

You set your hand over his, hoping to reassure him. “I’m okay.”

Hunter reopened his eyes and lifted the corner of his mouth. “Now I know. And, as you can see, it’s already helped me recover.” He ran his thumb over your cheek again as he nodded, minding your head against his own. “I’m okay, too.”

Still, the memory of Wrecker describing Hunter’s screams mixed with what you had already seen and inferred was too much for you to handle. Your vision began to blur again as you spoke through the knot in your throat. “I’m sorry this happened to you.” You closed your eyes and resisted the urge to tremble in your utter grief for him. “I’m so sorry.”

Hunter held you more closely, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin to gently tilt your head up more at him. It encouraged you to reopen your eyes and meet his warm, calming gaze. “You never have to apologize on behalf of our enemies.” His eyes lowered from yours for a moment before he raised them again. “It wasn’t easy, but we did it. We completed the mission.” Hunter’s lips began to stretch in a warm smile that you hadn’t seen in a long, long time. “We’re all free.”

As the truth of his words began to sink in, you returned his smile, relief finally pouring over you in uncontrollable waves. No longer was the sickening devastation of what he had been through; instead, all you could feel was the sweet, sweet feeling of a victory that was well-earned. “We did it.”

Hunter’s gaze glittered more as he watched you share in his joy. His thumb ran over your chin as he went on. “Now that we’re free…” his nose brushed yours, “how does a lifetime on Pabu sound?”

You could’ve sobbed right there at the idea of the dream you’d longed for actually coming true, but you were too caught up in your shared affection to give in to anything except for him. “That sounds perfect.”

With that, Hunter kissed you with all the strength he had left, each movement of his lips against yours a gentle promise of what was still to come. You were more than happy to lose yourself in him and the future that was finally in reach, even if all you had to grasp onto physically in that moment was his wet locks of hair. You took your time with him just as he did with you, knowing that at long last, it was finally on your side.

When you parted, you stayed close together, your hands braced upon his chest as you raised your brow at him. A genuine wave of concern washed over you as you spoke to him. “Was that too overwhelming for your senses?”

Hunter offered a reassuring smile in return. “Only in the best way.” He gave you a quick kiss before he encouraged you to lean fully against him, silently urging you to seek rest with him in a way he desperately needed. You obliged, your head resting upon the inside of his shoulder and chest as you closed your eyes in sweet relief.

It hadn’t been easy, and it sure as hell would still take lots of healing for everyone, but it was truly worth it. All of you were finally free, and you were going to take advantage of every sacrifice that made your freedom possible—starting with the time you and Hunter had been given to simply rest.

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onyourhyuck · 1 year ago

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LUKEWARM. L.DH | Episode 1

— Title: ‘Wasteland, baby.’

— Summary: Hong Yujin is the new patient at the psych ward admitted for her eating disorder. On the first day of being admitted she meets Haechan, a patient being treated for his bpd. Yujin already claims to hate him; he is everything she dislikes. Loud, annoying, self destructive.

— Genre: Psych ward, hospital, mental illnesses, can be triggering so read at your own risk, guys take care of yourself, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of bpd, suggestive, smut, angst etc.

— Notes: please don’t read if you’ll be triggered !! Take care of yourself guys.

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Yujin is emotionally constipated and Haechan is a meddler.

The two most complex cases in the ward — happen to be each other’s triggers and worst of friends in the whole of hospital. Putting these two and two together is like asking for a death wish to happen.

You see punishment takes in many different forms. Yujin is convinced that god is punishing her with Haechan messing up her life whenever she’s in a good mood.

The young girl only recently started to enrol in this hospital not out of her own choice. News spread around quickly of Yujin and of course Haechan wanted to see the newbie for himself. She remembers how he bothered her with so much questions on the first day. Now Yujin wishes he would choke and shut up for once.

If there was a thing to describe him. It would be running tap water.

Strange interpretation right? Yujin likes to think that Haechan’s like tap water. Distasteful, stale and unpleasant.

So far it sounds accurate to Yujin.

A plop of weight pressed on the mattress with shoes on the hospital bed. The boy crossed his legs over the covers with a gleeful smile gazing right back at the owner of the room who looks to be the most pissed he’s seen her yet.

How exciting. Haechan loves getting reaction out of people the most. The girl has been his main source of entertainment here since she arrived. It was like a blessing from God, or so he likes to think.

“Get out.” Yujin states not even bothering to say hello or ‘please get out’ it was just a flat out unemotional reaction equivalent to ‘fuck off’ which he pretends that it hurt him. But it didn’t in reality.

The boy gasps pretending to be a freaking sob but he stopped acting when the expression on her face did not budge. Haechan was intrigued by Yujin’s bluntness. Most other patients would’ve backed down and been submissive to him, but not Yujin. He liked that in a very twisted way.

“Oh come on don’t be such a stick in the mud, let me hang out with you.” Haechan flashes her a little smirk hoping it would encourage some agreement between them.

Yujin heavily exhales. Might as well add some smoke particles, Haechan swore he saw her head turning to flames any minute.

“No. If I want to hang out with someone like you I would get a pet dog. Now get out of my room!” The arms extend out towards the door so Haechan can see the way out.

Taken aback by such statements but not letting them phase him outwardly. Haechan definitely notes from bothering her as of lately he did notice Yujin was rather a feisty individual. Deciding it would be even more fun to get on her nerves and push the already pressed buttons even more just for the fun of it. He didn’t actually care that Yujin was upset.

Haechan’s back pressed on the wall while he was sitting up on the bed this time. Legs crossed over the covers with that devilish smile.

“Oh calm down you’re in a mental ward, I’m sure you’ll come across much worse than me.”

The audacity to have Haechan smiling at her at this time? Yujin feels every inch of her body blood boiling to the point she couldn’t stand straight and see clearly.

Yujin glares over at the boy who made himself comfortable on the bed unannounced with one leg over the covers as if he owns this freaking ward to himself. Yujin stands there in middle of the room immediately ready to protest to the boy who gave no ounce of care.

“Who do you think you are?” Yujin says with an unamused expression.

The boy notices Yujin’s reaction to him sitting down on her bed and her glare. It would fun seeing someone else react this much, Haechan sometimes wonders if her head will explode someday.

The girl has only enrolled recently. He grins from ear to ear. It was fun however. Especially to a guy like him.

Haechan leans back on the bed and rests his feet against the wall. He grabs a magazine off the bedside table and begins to read, as if he’s at home. “Oh come on, what makes you think you own everything here? Who do you think you are?”

Haechan taunts her back. He can’t get enough of this interaction. It was like watching a sitcom on television but he was starring himself.

The moment which was full of tension like a chalk scraping at the chalkboard in a classroom. It felt like a million knives stabbing in the same constant pressure point on a body. It wasn’t a good energy at all so when the young nurse walked in on the moment, she was rather surprised to see Haechan on the bed already harassing the new patient.

The nurse furrows her eyebrows. “Haechan shouldn’t you be in your room taking your medication with nurse Joong?”

His eyes dart away from Yujin to the nurse rather eerily and he slants forward with a dropping smile. “Awh bummer — well this was fun.” He said it like he spent most of the living moments in this ward.

Yujin couldn’t put her finger on it, but it certainly sounds like Haechan was used to the pills prescribed.

But before he was fully leaving he whispers to Yujin. “Welcome to the Wasteland, baby.”

Not quite understanding what the boy meant. Yujin frowned and turned back but by then he was gone on his way.

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eggedbellies · 2 months ago

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This is one of my dealer's choice commissions! Thank you anonymous, this was fun!!

Title: Midnight Search Wordcount: 1848 Kinks: tentacles, eggs / oviposition, suspension Synopsis: Jackson is a cleric with a job to do; get some flowers for a healing potion. Of course, they only bloom at night - and it seems something moved into the bog whilst he was away...

“Now ain’t this a damn fine idea?” Jackson heaved a great sigh from the very bottom of his chest, striding across the slightly boggy ground, deeper into the darkness. His bleeding heart had, once again, driven the cleric off in search of an unusual herb. There was no doubt that this stubborn curse required a very specific potion and, like the fool he was, he’d not ordered in any of the dried and powdered one for quite some time. No doubt a result of the particularly muggy summer, cracking open his reserve had revealed rather a fragrance of rot. Just wonderful. So now, here he was, letting his good boots get soaked with muddy water, heading off to find a flower as night truly fell.

“S’better fresh, at least,” he mused, wondering if he should’ve dragged on armour over the standard robes he’d taken to wearing. But getting a ponytail into a helmet was a nightmare, and whilst the bog was not the most pleasant place to take a trek, well, monsters were few and far between out here. Sure, he’d fallen off of the adventuring life and settled, it seemed; let himself soften down a bit, get a bit of a belly. But that was the nice thing about living out here, just being a local cleric, taking care of his community. Jackson was proud of what he did, dangit, and he wasn’t going to let a little thing like having to venture out to get ingredients stop him from making a cure.

The light was fading rapidly, but that wasn’t a bad thing – this particular bloom only opened it’s petals at night, but it was easiest to spot in the twilight. His boots squelched, the sucking water-mud mixture drawing his legs down with increasing power. Last time he’d been along here, he didn’t remember the bog being quite so deep… the edge of his robe was soaking quickly, unpleasantly sticking to his legs. Eugh. Gross. Murmuring a low incantation, sunlight glowed softly from his hand, casting the twisted trees around him, creating distorted shadows that he stoicly ignored.

Driving onwards, the trees got thicker and thicker, and still there was no sight of the soft pink glow of the flower that he needed. Damnit. There had to be something – this was definitely where he’d found them wild before. Casting his eyes up into the canopy, searching for any hanging by slender vine, he missed the roots that were rising just above the surface of the water – and with a yelp, his foot caught in it, casting him straight down into the pool with a loud splash. A moment later, cursing loud enough that a few birds took flight, he managed to drag himself onto a higher patch of ground, shaking water roughly off his robes. But it was too late. Soaked to the skin, Jackson reached up to squeeze his ponytail, grimacing. The light had flickered out, his concentration lost in the fall.

“Damnit to all Gods and Hells,” he muttered. This might be a lost cause. And now there was something wet and cold on his leg, probably a leech, which, ew. His hands began to reach down, searching for the offending insect, just as it occurred to him that whatever it was – it was far too big to be a normal leech. Eyes starting to adjust more to the dark, they caught the sight of something thick, shiny, rising out of the water, winding up his ankle – and then everything was cold and wet, liquid rushing up his nostrils as the cleric squirmed and fought, unable to cast a spell as he was yanked unceremoniously through the water. Just as he accepted that consciousness was about the fade and death might be around the corner, he was thrust into open air.

Gasping raggedly, he scrabbled hard, hands gripping at rock, mud, trying to pull away from whatever the hell was still wrapped around his leg. Twisting around, he aimed a kick, but succeeded in nothing more than entirely losing his boot. In here, there was a soft glow – from where he had no idea, but it suffused the small cave in an eerie pink light – and the air was unexpectedly warm, even if it was still damp. There, rising out of the water in front of him, a mass of lumbering tentacles. No beast he recognised, or had ever seen before - “What in the Gods-damned hells,” he gasped, coughing and spluttering, “are you?!” aiming another kick, even if it was bare foot, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen here. He didn’t know many violent spells, a healer by trade, but as he tried to summon up a simple ‘ignis’, it was too late.

They were everywhere. Soaking and slimy, and yet unbelievably strong, binding his wrists, jolting him up towards the ceiling. The ragged gasp was choked off, body covered in a writhing mass in what felt like a split second; one forcing it’s way into his mouth, coated in sweet water as well as something intensely earthy and natural. The sensation of his clothes being torn away was barely perceptible, all he could feel was every inch of those strong tentacles sliding over his body. Thick, pressing in to every part of his body, rubbing between his legs, spreading his cheeks, cupping his balls, stroking along the length of his cock… around his torso, over his thighs, and arms, and neck, not an inch of him was being left untouched. Struggling to gasp in air past the one that was wriggling into his throat, unable to get out a single word, more focused on just breathing, Jackson let himself relax.

There was no way out of this. And seeing as his cock was getting harder and harder, body tingling all over, he might as well enjoy it, right? Actually, the tingling was getting more intense by the moment, fogging everything over with a veneer of pleasure – whatever this damn thing was, it must have some kind of aphrodisiac in it’s slime – he had to get out of here – but as the goo oozed into his mouth, he was sucking on it like it was the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted. He couldn’t seem to stop, by the gods, it felt so good – something wrapping around his cock, now. It was drawing it down into something cool and so very, very wet – and all that thought went out of the window as the first tentacle began to push it’s way into his pucker.

“Oh, fuck -” he groaned, although it came out more like a garbled “hfh” because of the tentacle oozing down his throat. The tentacles were spreading his legs further, as if to gain more access, inch by inch of surprisingly thick tendril working it’s way into his orifice. His cock twitched, rock hard as the petals wrapped around it began to pulse and tug. He cried out again, trying urgently to roll his hips into it, needing more, more – but the tentacles were holding him tighter, forcing his trembling body to stay entirely still as tears rolled down his cheeks – not pain, but bliss, his body entirely accepting it’s invader. And still it sunk inexorably deeper – before releasing a spurt of cool fluid that made his whole body shudder as one, burning so hot that the coldness of the tendrils felt like a blessing.

It seemed happy with the depth it had achieved, now, starting to thrust. And oh, Jackson had never felt so much like a toy – it was using him, fucking him, like he was nothing more than a hole. It felt so good – his brain was lost in the fizz of aphrodisiac goo and the deep pleasure of being fucked hard. His cock twitched again, then again – and he came hard, right as the tentacle struck deep again. Every drop was drunk down, but he didn’t seem to go flaccid; whatever the hell this thing was doing to him, it seemed like it was going to drain him dry. The thought sent a cold thrill through his spine, legs twitching erratically. Fuck, hell, damns and gods, he never wanted it to let him go. The thrusts were rough, bouncing him despite the way he was being held. His body was relaxing, allowing him to stretch, taking a thickness he never imagined. Eyes rolling back, everything became just a wash of warm light and being used…

And then, suddenly, it froze. Totally still. Whining, Jackson tried to wriggle, to grind, but it wasn’t moving. Just as his eyes were starting to open, wondering if it was about to digest him, something began to press hard against his pucker. It was thicker than even the tentacle, bulging it out, but there was no doubting it was going to come in. It pressed inexorably, millimetre by millimetre, and then – with a faint pop – the egg entered him. Shuddering violently as he released a pittance into the tube around his cock, Jackson went utterly limp – not that it made a damned difference to the grip around him. But there was nothing to do. Slowly, it rolled up inside him, shockwaves of pleasure before it popped loose and settled deep inside him.

Then there was another. And another. Before long, a whole parade of round eggs were squeezing into his body. Jackson shuddered. The tendrils started to loosen their grip, just enough to allow for his rounding belly. A rough gasp escaped past the drooling tendril in his mouth, struggling to get enough air before let alone now that it felt like his very lungs were being compressed. Pop, press, release, swell – he rocked in the grip as best he could, starting to feel like a balloon, the tentacle sliding in deeper with his sheer weight. As the last egg popped inside, Jackson shuddered through a completely dry orgasm.

And then the tentacle began to loosen. He was being lowered. The grip around his body began to drop – thinking that he was falling, his arms flailed, grabbing at anything – and then he was being pulled again, dragged through water. Enough forsight this time to inhale first. The rush, now somewhat reduced by the size of his over-swollen belly – his sore hole, twitching spasmodically – the feeling of the water pressing on him – he almost came again just from being rushed back to where he was found. Dumped unceremoniously on the stream, he panted in air, crawling just a few steps away before his legs spread. Overstretched as he was, it took only a few strokes of his overly tender cock before all the eggs were rushing out, splashing back down into their pool. When he could think again, rubbing his tender belly with one hand, Jackson looked up at the starry night he could see through the gaps in the trees.

Then, languidly, he lifted up his other hand, still clutching whatever it was he’d grabbed from the ceiling of the cave. The soft pink glow of the flowers stared back at him.

“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me --”

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wingedhallows · 10 months ago

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mask ; sirius black

pairing: sirius x reader | 0.9k words plot: Sirius seemed different since christmas, pretending to be fine. You saw right through the mask of his. prompt: "take the mask off when you speak to me" authors note: well, i write best when i'm sad & i'm sad quite freequently lately. hope you like it.

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Things have been different since christmas. He has been different. You couldn’t pinpoint what but you noticed it, how could you not? The way his eyes seemed glued to the floor all the time, how his smile didn’t reach all the way and how awfully quiet he was, so so quiet.

Sirius was a cheerful person, chipper and bright. He was your sunshine, the glimmer of hope when you needed him to be and the moodmaker wherever he went. It was strange, bizarre even.

You watched him as he sat next to James, hands clenched as he stared at the fire in front of them. James had just made a joke, Remus and Peter heaved a laugh but Sirius didn’t.

The fake chuckle was almost too quiet to hear. You had enough, enough of this charade. Your feet had seemingly found their own will as they carried you straight to the hunched boy on the couch.

His wide eyes found yours as you looked down on him, his brown locks lifting off his face. The scowl on your face was enough to have him flutter his eyelashes at you, gaze wavering.

Where was the wonderful boy you had left on the platform weeks ago?

What did they do to him at home?

Rage filled your chest as you studied him, how broken he seemed.

Sirius was always the one to hold you, to cheer you up. You hated his parents, the damned dark house he had to return to.

“Take a walk with me, Sirius?” your voice had startled him.

You held out a hand and watched him slowly take it in his own. His hand was cold, clammy. A deep breath filled your lungs with oxygen and your eyes fluttered closed to collect yourself. You had to calm yourself, otherwise you might just apparate to the damned home of the noble Blacks and murder his parents.

He got to his feet as he shot you a smile, a fake smile.

“Sure,” he whispered.

The dark night sky was oddly comforting on top of the Astronomy Tower. With a quick slip of your hand into your jacket's pockets, the pack of cigarettes made their way into your hands. Without a word you held the pack out for him to take one as well. He took one and you lit both of the sticks.

“Thanks, love.”

“What’s up with you?” you tried. He chuckled and breathed out the smoke. You looked at him, how he tried. He tried so hard to pretend, to keep the peace. With whom? You didn’t know.

“Nothings-”Take the mask off when you speak to me.”

You breathed out as well, hand in your pocket as you faced him. His eyes found yours as you saw it. He fought, fought so hard to keep the tears at bay.

“I know you better than you know yourself, Sirius.” you kicked your foot towards his, slightly tapping him in the process. You looked at him through your lashes as you sighed.

“I know when you’re lying.”

You paused to take another drag. His eyes stayed glued to the ground.

“I know when you’re pretending.” You stepped closer, your hand now on his cheek. A shaky breath escaped him, a tear rolling down his perfect face. You would’ve cried too if you hadn’t taken another drag of your cigarette, determined to stay strong. To be his rock and godric, did he need one right now.

“Talk to me, baby.” you paused as you pushed his chin up. His lovely eyes red and filled with tears, his fitful breath fanning against your face. You flicked the cigarette bud to the ground and planted your other hand on the other side of his face.

“Wh-hat..” you choked up as you looked at him, tears of your own threatening to spill. “What did they do to you, Sirius?” you whispered.

A choked sob left his pink lips as his head came down to your shoulder. Slowly but surely you two sunk to the ground, his arms around your body as he sobbed into the crook of your neck.

“Baby..” you spoke softly.

“Did they..hurt you?” you spoke, voice unsteady. Your hand played with the hair on the back of his hair in a comforting manner.

“Yes,” he managed to say.

The tears just spilled, too much anger and sadness inside your chest. “Sirius.” you managed. He slowly lifted himself off of your shoulder. You wiped his tears and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“You’ll never go back there, you hear me?” you choked up, a sob escaping you as well. He shook his head, he raised his hand and wiped the tears off your cheekbones.

“I don’t have a choice.” he spoke softly. Your wide eyes found him.

“You’ll never go back to this awful place and those god awful people.” You embraced his face in your hands.

“I’ll burn that house down, I’ll run away with you, I’ll do whatever it takes that you never have to go through that again, Sirius.” A small smile formed on his face, glistening eyes looking at yours.

“Whatever?” he whispered. You nodded, he leaned down, planting a long kiss on your lips.

“Whatever, my pretty pretty boy.”

His thumb stroked your cheek as he leaned his forehead on yours. Tears made their way down his cheeks once again as he connected your lips once more. His hand felt warm on your jaw as he smiled into the kiss.

“I love you more than words can describe, my love.”

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belphiesreverie · 1 year ago

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hello hello! could i please request housewardens finding the reader sitting alone at a ballroom because they’re too nervous to dance? platonic or romantic headcanons, whatever works for you! thank you!

Aaaa omg this is so cute 🥹💕

I wrote this with platonic in mind, but they can still be read as romantic!

When he notices you not going out to dance with everyone else, his first thought is that you simply don’t know how to dance

As someone who has taken many lessons on ballroom dancing, he feels it’s his duty to help you overcome this hurdle so you can go enjoy yourself

Takes you to a more secluded area so you can practice in peace, but quickly notices that you are actually able to dance quite well

He won’t comment on this however, and will continue to dance with you and instruct you which helps make you feel a lot more relaxed

He doesn’t have any real interest in dancing, hardly even wants to be there in the first place. But he has to at least somewhat keep up appearances

He’d take you somewhere quieter so that he can “take a nap”, but that’s only half of the truth. He can tell you’re nervous and though a quieter atmosphere might help a bit more

If he notices you calm down, then maybe he’ll invite you to dance with him. But he’ll have to convince himself to get up from the comfort of using you as a pillow first

He’s honestly pretty nervous to go out and dance himself, so when he senses your anxiety it makes him feel a bit better

Will offer to keep you company on the sidelines and insists he’s fine with not going out to dance, since you’re the only one he’d be interested in dancing with anyways

May ‘accidentally’ let it slip that he was nervous about dancing in front of everyone too in the hopes it will make you feel a bit more comfortable

When he first arrived to the ball, he went straight in to join everyone else dancing after you told him you’d join in later

But he quickly noticed that you seemed hesitant to join and stayed by the sidelines, so he came over to check up on you

When he realised you were nervous about dancing in front of such a large crowd, he didn’t really understand why at first but still wanted to help you feel comfortable

Lets you know that you don’t have to dance if you don’t feel like it, but he’d happily dance with you at any time all the while doing his own silly dance to make you feel better and ease your tension

Vil immediately notices you sticking to the sidelines and wants to invite you out to dance, but can just tell by your posture that you’re incredibly nervous in this setting

He knows that if he asks you to dance with him then everyone will be staring at the two of you which won’t make your situation any better, so he doesn’t ask

He does take a moment in between songs to come over and talk to you though, and offers to host a mini ball for just the two of you in the Pomefiore practice rooms. He still wants a dance with you after all

To be honest, it’s a miracle he even showed up to the ball to begin with. He’s just as nervous to go out and dance as you are

He’s very content to just sit around and talk with you, no dancing needed. It helps keep him from wanting to leave as well

But if you’re in the mood to dance and just need a little push, he might be able to muster up the courage to invite you for a dance… just maybe in a more secluded area with less eyes everywhere

Malleus can immediately sense that you’re quite nervous in this setting, seeing you stand off to the side and debating whether you should join in or not

He wants to help you, but is aware that approaching you himself will have everyone’s attention and he doesn’t want to make you even more anxious

Instead, he opts to have someone from his dorm discreetly deliver the message to meet him out in the gardens where he’ll be waiting for you

The music is still able to be heard from outside so he’ll politely ask you to dance with him where no prying eyes will make you feel nervous

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avocadoguru · 2 years ago

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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 7 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 8 (word count: 17.3k)

Harry had a way of surprising Y/N and this was definitely one of those occasions. Not only was he home, but here he was, dragging her into the bedroom, and she let him. All in the span of mere minutes, she’d gone from frantically worried, hoping to get a hold of him, to him all over herself, determined to have her stick to her promise.

Y/N had expected that Harry would want to eat her out with how much he’d been harping on it. But when she arrived at his apartment, not even expecting him to be there, and he was basically dragging her to his bedroom and begging her, she was not prepared for it. Not at all.

And Harry tried reigning it in, he really did, but the moment she near-whispered her “okay”, giving him the green light to finally have his taste of her, he couldn’t get her to the bedroom fast enough. He kept repeating in his mind go slow, hold back, under any circumstances- don’t let her touch you, because, realistically speaking- this was probably the last day of his rut, but still, he was not quite himself, making it especially hard not to give in to his baser needs and essentially forget she’s a human who wouldn’t be able to handle him full force.

At least not at first.

He didn’t want to scare her off. Didn’t want her thinking he was some sort of a sex freak, because, while he was in his rut, his beast was at the helm- all he cared about was to indulge, no holding back. And as much as he craved Y/N, he knew that if he wanted her to stick around, he couldn’t let her see him go wild like that.

Part of him wondered how he was going to manage his ruts going forward with her. Surely he couldn’t hide away every other 4 months or so. He would have to figure out a way to have her at his beck and call, make her submit to his desires the way he needed a mate to, the way he needed her to. But how would he do that without giving away his secret?

The moment he closed the bedroom door behind them, though, his mind went blank. All the blood in his body went straight to his cock seeing her in the semi-darkness, with the way he’d set up his den in the background.

Y/N giggled at him closing the door behind them- why would he need to do that? It was just them- Eddie wasn’t even around. Which reminded her. “Oh, God... Wait! Harry, the pup–”

Harry grunted, “We’ll go get him after. He’s gonna be fine. You’re not backing off now, are you kitten?”

He resumed walking her further into the room until the back of her legs met the edge of the bed, “I’m not, I just… why’s it so dark in here?”

“Had to sleep a lot to recover. I was dehydrated and the sunlight was giving me migraines. Now, if you’re quite finished interrupting me.” And with that, he pushed her onto the mattress, between all the pillows and blankets he’d stacked on there. He was glad to have changed the sheets that morning. She didn’t need to see the mess he’d made during the night.

Harry flicked her shoes off, tossing them behind him, then lowered his body over hers, shuddering at the feel. He had her right where he’d wanted her all those days. He was sweating trying to refrain himself from shredding her clothes apart with the claws he could allow himself to grow out at his will. Or with the fangs he could unsheathe from his gums. But he had to keep his wolf in check. It might be the hardest thing he ever had to do, denying his beast while in rut, but he would try because the alternative was unthinkable at this point.

Y/N was taken aback by his frenzied passion. She wasn’t all that convinced he wasn’t high on something and just didn’t want to admit it to her, because all the signs were there. But she couldn’t take a moment to properly think it over- his presence was all-consuming. She’d missed him. And now that he was hovering over her and she could feel his body heat and look into his intense eyes and smell him– she didn’t know what it was about him, she was fairly positive her body was responding to his natural pheromones because she’d never been this close to a sweaty man and enjoyed it before. No, she loved the way he smelled, better than any cologne he’d worn around her, his natural scent was driving her wild. It was just so manly she felt herself gush just from that.

Harry smelled her arousal and moaned at the knowledge that she was getting so worked up without him even touching her yet. How was it possible? She was so perfect for him, despite her human condition. He kissed her, roaming his hands all over her body, caressing and squeezing to his heart’s delight. God, it felt so good to have her in his arms at last after fantasizing about it for days on end. He hummed when she opened up more for him and licked into her mouth “Love this sweet mouth of yours, Y/N. But I’m craving something else. You’ll let me, right, darling? Let me lick at your little pussy?”

Y/N gasped and nodded at the lewd things he was murmuring in between kisses against her lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait a minute longer,” he spoke as he practically ripped her sweater off, causing her torso and arms to be yanked upward with his swift movement as it was pulled over her head.

She hadn’t expected him to latch onto her bra-covered tits and push his fingers into the waist of her pants and tug them down quickly. He sat back, ripping her pants down her thighs and off her legs, leaving her in just her panties, and immediately lowered his face to her crotch, burying his nose against the fabric. He couldn’t hold back a whimper, all the panties he’d confiscated from her couldn’t compare to the feel and smell of them right against what he craved most in the world.

“You’re so wet, Y/N, you made a mess out of this flimsy thing… Barely covers anything, you dirty girl. Look at it, all stuck to you,” he spoke lowly as he sat back to inspect.

She watched in shock as he assessed her body like it was a meal and he was deciding on which part to dive into first. Moving to her breasts with a bit of a rough squeeze as he licked his lips and pulled at the fabric, he lifted her back from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, snapping the back of her bra apart, which she was sure broke the clasps. She sucked in a sharp breath as her back hit the comforter under her when he let go but then he looked at her and grinned as he traced the necklace chain down to the rings that were lying just over her clavicle, “Just relax. I’m gonna take very good care of you, kitten.”

He was very careful not to let himself go completely. He was on the edge that separated the duality of what was his wolf and human side, trying to keep himself focused on the task. If he allowed his mind to wander like he wanted he didn’t know where his thoughts would have led him, what he would have done. It helped that he was desperate to get his mouth on her cunt, to feed from her directly.

Her body was almost trembling before he’d even really gotten started. Which is exactly the kind of response he wanted from her. He knelt over her and licked his tongue up from her belly button to her breasts and repeated the action over and over again until there was a wet path from her hips to the tops of her nipples. She felt a pinch suddenly under one of her breasts and only saw the top of his head, dark curls as he nibbled her breast surely intending on leaving a bruise to match the other side.

“Harry!” She breathed out feeling herself spin out of control.

His gaze landed on hers before he slowly made his way down her body again, his crystal green eyes piercing into hers. When he’d gotten to just above her hips she watched as he angled his face downward and she heard him inhale deeply. He brought his nose down to her hip and swiped it inward, along the seam of the top of her panties to the other side before sticking his long fingers into the band as he lowered his nose, dragging it over the wet fabric.

Y/N was losing her mind. This man wasn’t kidding when he kept telling her he wanted to go down on her, did he? The way he was nosing at her through her underwear had her squirming in expectation. She just knew he would be great at this. If he proved to be just as clueless as all the other guys that have tried going down on her, she’d just throw in the towel and become a nun at that point. There was just no way–

“Ah!” She moaned at the feel of him sucking her clit through her panties. How the fuck did he–

Harry was done teasing, both her and himself at this point. He needed her bare against his face. He pulled back and peeled the offending fabric off her, slingshotting it somewhere for later use. For now, he had the real deal right in front of him. Zeroing in on the very object of his desire, Harry’s brows furrowed.

He looked from her eyes to her pussy and then back again, pausing his movements after the fabric had been tossed to the floor.

Y/N took note of his confused expression and sat up on her elbows, panicking. Was it her discharge? “What’s wr–”

“Where’s your hair? Does it come like this?” Harry looked down at her again and she felt him drag his finger through her wet crease and then over both her labia and whined, biting her lower lip at the feel.

Y/N looked down at herself and then blinked her eyes. What was he talking about? “You mean- wait… the hair down here? My pubic hair?”

Harry's brows were scrunched and she’d never seen him look so bewildered, “Well, yeah. Your hair… it’s not here? You don’t have any?”

He was utterly confused. He was expecting to see a pretty and fragrant bush to stick his nose into. He’d never seen one bare and hairless before.

“Well…” she laughed, now feeling confused herself. “I wax. That’s just the way I prefer it. I always keep it smooth like this.” He was acting as if he’d never seen her naked before. “Don’t you remember from back at the lake that first time?” she teased.

“Well, the truth is I didn’t actually see anything. I was just teasing you. I wouldn’t have looked, not like that without your knowledge.”

She closed her mouth and let his words sink in for a moment. So he hadn’t actually seen her. And all this time she thought he’d looked, that he’d seen her fully naked already. Harry was surely not anything like she’d expected him to be when she first met him that night in the woods.

Harry was still confused. Wax? He made a mental note to Google all this later on.

“Smooth…” he spoke quietly to himself as he licked his lips and kept his eyes on her pussy, his thumb slowly dragging through her folds. She was feeling quite vulnerable under his scrutiny.

Harry wasn’t deterred, he was just caught off guard by her lack of hair. But not only could he smell her potent arousal dripping from her glands, but without the hair he could also see it peeking out from her soft crease as well as see her folds just below. It was pretty, he couldn’t argue that. He liked being able to see her and all her parts. But his preference was to be able to smell her deeply and her pubic hair would have enhanced his olfactory experience.

It was a tricky one, he couldn’t make up his mind as to what he preferred more, but that wasn’t really his choice to make- if she preferred it this way then so be it- so he snapped out of it and focused on the novel feeling.

He’d touched her before, sure, but without being able to see what he was doing he hadn’t realized something was missing. And now, seeing how pink and swollen she looked, and how she glistened waiting for him to dive in, he felt his mouth watering in anticipation.

“I’m losing my mind,” he muttered under his breath as he settled between her legs, “Look at you, so fucking perfect. Never seen a prettier pussy in all my life.”

It was true. And not because he could see all of her. She really was perfect to him.

He lowered his face just a breath away from her and she bit her lip in anticipation.

Harry looked at her, chancing it since they were in semi-darkness and he hoped she couldn’t make out the color of his irises should they turn bright. He needed to see her pretty face when he had his first proper taste of her. Never removing his eyes from her he stuck his tongue out and swiped it flat through her crease, from her opening to her clit and she keened at the feel and sight of it.

And there was nothing polite about how he shoved his mouth and nose right in. He pushed her thighs apart and groaned deeply as his tongue poked into her creases and licked up every little bit of her arousal and cream. She sort of wished she’d showered before arriving at Harry’s but this was unexpected. The way Harry was consuming her was unexpected.

Harry closed his eyes, wrapping his lips against her clit and sucking at it properly, without the fabric in his way, savoring the feel of her against his taste buds. He was hooked. Nothing came close to this. He felt himself tremble against her, his nose buried against her pubic bone.

The feel of it made Y/N’s toes curl. She felt him mouth at her, grabbing her thighs and pushing her against his face, burying himself as far as he could go against her.

Harry grabbed her hands, never letting up his ministrations over her cunt, and brought them to his hair. He wanted her hands in his hair, pulling and pushing and guiding him. Not that he needed guidance.

Finally being able to taste her arousal direct from the source had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It was luxurious. Decadent. Her pussy was a delicacy. Harry drooled over her clit and pressed his tongue over the hood and then flicked quickly as she gasped. He was listening for her cues as he couldn’t open his eyes to look at her. He wanted to keep watching her face but he was already losing himself. He could feel his animal nature take over and his eyes were surely golden.

He loved how her tiny hole seemed to suck his tongue in, loved feeling all the slippery ridges on its way in and out of her, and he could only imagine how that would feel around his cock when he finally sunk himself inside of her. If he could even get its head to fit inside.

The very same head that was peeking from underneath the waistband of his pants. He knew better than to do this, but he felt like circulation was threatening to break, so he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly for some much-needed relief, but he didn’t touch himself. He knew that going down that road would be dangerous. He needed to keep himself in check.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need this every day,” his tongue swiped up and down in a messy path. His voice came out in a deep growl and Y/N felt as if her limbs would melt from the vibration of his baritone over her cunt like that.

Harry felt like he could go on licking at her sweet cunt forever. Just rest his head against her thigh and lap at it all day long. The feeling was so novel, she was so slippery and puffy, so swollen and pink and she kept on oozing the sweetest nectar for him. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of it, wanted to drag it out for as long as he could. But he knew better than to tease his little human when he felt her begin to pull at the roots, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it, Y/N. ‘Cause right now I’m doing what feels good for me,” he rutted against the mattress. It was true, he wasn’t even trying to get her off at this point. “Love eating this pretty pussy. If you let me have my way I’ll just edge you all day and never let you finish just so that I can keep my mouth on you for as long as possible.”

Y/N was losing her mind. How was this man real? She’d never experienced anything even remotely similar to this. She’d never heard herself moan and whine so loud and so much for any man, ever. The way he lapped at her felt like he was kissing her, lazy and sloppy and drawn out, with just the right amount of pressure to keep her tethering on the edge of ecstasy. So when he encouraged her to show him what she liked, she took it literally. She was so far gone, she didn’t even care at this point. She grabbed hold of his head by the roots of his hair and pressed herself harder against his mouth, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. Harry’s tongue dragging over her clit and slurping it in took her breath away. She had never had a man go in like he was.

Harry moaned at her boldness and his heart swelled at how well she was listening to what he wanted from her. He took note of how she urged his mouth further over her clit and applied more pressure a bit over to her pubic bone. He didn't need any further directives and replicated her movements exactly, noticing her whole body tightening at her impending release.

“Fuck, Harry. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he reveled at the way she closed her thighs around his head and pushed him flush against her as she came, making sure he wouldn’t pull away until he milked every little aftershock out of her.

Her release on his tongue had him moaning and whimpering in slight pain, as he had to stop himself from purring. It physically ached to have to keep himself in check like this, but the way he kept rutting against the bedsheets was soothing him somewhat.

When he felt her go lax in his hold he swiped his middle and forefingers through her sticky folds and promptly sunk them into her without preamble. He didn’t bother taking off his rings this time around, wanting them coated in her sweet release as well.

Y/N’s back arched and she let out a yelp at the surprised intrusion. She was overstimulated and squirmed away from him, but Harry placed his other large palm over her abdomen, pressing her down into the bed, taking note to keep his thumb over her pubic bone as he did so, “You showed me what you liked, now be a good girl and let me show you what I like,” he stared her down with a smirk, his face glistening in her arousal.

Y/N was panting heavily, still not having come down from her high, and couldn’t find her words to try and stop him. The first two pumps of his fingers felt almost painful, but when he curled them just right against her front wall she groaned loudly, letting her head slump back into the pillow, and cried out in pleasure, “Oh, fuck, Harry! Yes!”

She dropped her mouth open and whined at the delicious feel of his fingers inside of her and his tongue on her. The sounds coming from her pussy were sticky and wet. Everything was so slippery between her legs and Harry was doing his best to lick it all up but she only produced more.

Moving his big hand from her abdomen he took both legs, pushing her knees nearly to her shoulders as he kept his other hand occupied in her cunt.

It felt like she was being manhandled with the way he was contorting her body for his access. He growled as he lapped her up and then shook his head side to side, his lips and tongue slipping over her softness quickly.

Harry inched back to take another look. It really was pretty like this, to be able to see all of her bits. He went in tongue first and lapped upward again which made the prettiest noises fall from her mouth. He wanted to hear that from her every day.

Looking down again, continuing to fuck into her with his long fingers, he angled her hips higher to get a good look at her other hole. So pretty.

He removed his fingers as she groaned at the loss and he used his newly free hand to hold her hips in place as he licked from her asshole upward. Slow, wet strokes upward over and over again. Her flavor was exactly what he wanted. She was spicy and sweet and heady…

Slowly, she began to drip down to her bum and Harry licked it all up, every little drip that fell from her pussy down to her ass he savored.

Y/N was a blubbering mess. No man had ever licked her up this way. She’d had a few press their fingers to her bum but never anything like this. It shocked her when she first felt his warm tongue lapping at her bottom and through her cheeks. But by the time he reached her clit and then repeated licking her up again she was gone. She loved it. She never knew she’d love it.

“Oh… fffffuck! Harry! Ahhh…” Her moaned words had him smiling into her pussy as he spread her apart to really get his tongue into her crevices.

He let go of her thighs and her feet fell to the bed, but he kept her spread as he sat back. She looked down at herself, and just behind her shiny mound was Harry’s very large cock with its leaking tip. The weight of him had his slit nearly pointed directly at her. She clenched when she visualized him entering her and filling her up.

And Harry saw the way she looked at him. He knew what she wanted. He just couldn’t give in to that desire in that very moment. Not with his rut still lingering, even if he was at the tail end.

Harry shook his head of those thoughts and knelt back, pressing his digits back inside of her, three this time, and watched her entrance part for him, “My little kitten needs this doesn’t she?” Harry looked into her eyes as he let his fingers fuck into her.

Her eyes were hooded and her lips were wet. Harry could tell she was struggling to answer but he was going to make her speak. He wanted to hear more of her voice while he brought her over the edge. She moaned and nodded.

Harry cocked his head to the side. He wanted to hear her. So he stopped thrusting, “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you need this and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Y/N panted and began to writhe over his fingers, tipping her pelvis up to get more friction from his hand, but instead, Harry pulled it away and held her thighs down in warning.

She whined and scooted her bum in closer to him, “No. Don’t stop! I need it. Please.”

Harry grinned and licked his lips. His saliva was gathering in his mouth with the anticipation of lapping her up again

“Good fucking girl.”

He plunged his fingers back and attached his lips to her cunt once again. Lapping and sucking away. Y/N carded her fingers into his hair and found herself gripping tightly.

She whimpered when she felt him hit that little spot inside and lift slightly upward, causing her bum to rise off the blanket. With his free hand, he pushed over her abdomen again to hold her down. He was absolutely ravenous and the sounds he was making with his mouth as he slurped were vulgar.

“Harry! Oh mmmmm… oh god!”

She began making incoherent noises, thrashing her legs about and arching herself off the mattress, but he kept pushing her down with his one palm while pumping into her just right with the other.

“Wait, wait! I’m– wait!”

Y/N felt like she was about to burst, quite literally so. She’d never been overstimulated before, and that was probably why she had this sensation- and it felt good, felt amazing, actually, but also felt like she had to escape him somehow. It was too intense. Like she’d never felt before.

When Harry pressed his palm and thumb harder just over where he was sucking at her clit and kept his fingers inside her pressing into her sweet spot, she felt the dam break. She convulsed against his mouth and her vision went blank for a moment. She cried out, and literally felt tears roll down her face at the amount of pleasure she felt.

Harry drank her all in and allowed his body to vibrate, purring at the intense pleasure, and felt his own release spurt against the bedsheet. He couldn’t help himself. The taste of her coming in his mouth made him climax harder than he thought possible. In fact, he hadn’t expected to come at all but here he was, once again, like an adolescent coming from nary a touch, hot sperm pouring out below him and soaking the blankets under him and making a mess of the jeans he hadn’t bothered to pull all the way down. He’d never experienced anything like it before, not even in his ruts. All his senses were overwhelmed, pleasure engulfing him entirely.

Y/N was shaking and crying and holding onto Harry’s head, her fingers like a vice grip in his hair, grinding her pussy on his face as she came undone like she never had before.

Harry smiled and slowly lapped at her as she eventually released his hair and her moans settled to pants and small gasps and then silence until she was completely still and the way she’d slumped against the bed had him climb up her body in worry. She looked as though she’d passed out. He brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, and swiped his own sweat off his forehead using his forearm after watching a few beads drop into the groove of her clavicles.

She fluttered her eyes open, taking in his concerned expression as her vision regained focus. She felt as though she could worship this man. If he could make her feel that kind of pleasure again she was fairly convinced there was nothing she wouldn’t be doing for him.

He sighed in relief when he saw her pretty eyes and then hummed in pleasure when she grabbed his face and kissed him thoroughly. She’d never kissed him quite as ardently before. He could feel every bit of her gratitude poured into the kiss.

She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him in and he chuckled against her mouth, “Greedy little thing. Wasn’t that enough for you? You nearly passed out!”

She whimpered. Somehow, she only craved him more now, “...Don’t you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly. That was such a dangerous thing to blurt out of that pretty mouth of hers. But she was lucky he’d just come from seeing her squirt like that, otherwise, he would’ve been sure to impale her then and there.

“Is that even a question? Made me come against the sheets like a fucking teenager, you little minx.”

Y/N’s mouth fell agape at his admission, lowering her eyes between them.

“But that’s mostly you. Soaked the bed right through.” He groaned and nipped at her jawline and Y/N stood up at that, making Harry slip to the side and chuckle at her surprise.

“No way!”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her in amusement, and couldn’t help his knowing smirk. She’d never had that happen before, and that made him infinitely pleased with himself.

She couldn’t believe it. Somehow Harry had managed to not only meet but surpass her expectations beyond her wildest fantasies. She’d been convinced that kind of thing was more of an urban myth. She’d never been eaten out like that before. With such enthusiasm and skill. He was like an animal, uncaring of any decorum. It was exactly the kind of head she’d always wanted to receive but had been too shy to ask for previously. Harry just knew.

Looking back at him, she took him in. She did quite a number on him- he was a wet mess with pink, swollen lips, wrecked hair, and a look of satisfaction she was sure she wouldn't be able to wipe off his face if she tried. Her eyes lowered down his naked torso to his undone pants, and he was still sporting a semi. Her suspicions were proving right- this man would go all night and not stop until she passed out- she was sure of it now.

Harry took note of her wandering eyes, and her earlier actions and words weren’t lost on him either. She wanted him, all of him, and he was over the moon about it. But he’d come so far- he couldn’t ruin it now. He was on the final day of his rut and needed to be careful still. He wouldn’t give in in this condition, he needed to take his time with her, and although she was sufficiently prepared for him after those two spectacular orgasms he’d given her, he didn’t trust himself enough to actually slide his cock inside of her. He would not let up for hours on end if he did, and she simply could not handle that- despite how well she’d handled the way he’d coaxed her second orgasm out of her.

No, he needed to do this right. He was thankful for coming like a teenage boy for the clarity of mind it gave him, but he needed to get her out of the apartment fast before it wore off and he no longer answered for his actions.

All in all, he was pleased with himself though. He’d proven more self-restraint than he knew he was capable of. Maybe he could prove to be a suitable partner for his little human, after all.

After taking showers separately, to avoid any further delay- Y/N’s reasoning, and to avoid his resolution snapping since it was already hanging by a very thin thread- Harry’s reasoning that he kept to himself, they drove back to her place in his car to get Eddie.

Y/N noticed that Harry was still being rather touchy-feely. Even while driving. He kept his hand at her thigh and she felt warm all over from the new feelings she was experiencing. She already knew she liked him, but this was more than just something casual and she figured they both knew it. They had a real connection.

“So, Eddie has been quite upset. I’m sure he just misses you. He’s definitely got separation anxiety. He’s only eating his treats now. Hasn’t had a full meal in a day. But he is drinking water and doing his business outside. I’m really glad you’re here, though. I think he’ll be happy to see you.”

“He hasn’t spent this much time away from me since I took ownership. I think he’ll be okay when I see him. I’ll make sure he eats something,” he said as he kept his eyes on the road.

Harry felt bad for the little one. He knew that his living conditions weren’t ideal at all for a near 6-year-old. He needed kids his age to play with, that would maybe encourage him to shift back. He was left alone for most of the days at the cabin, and Harry truly hadn’t found any other workaround for this issue. He had business to take care of, and his nephew wasn’t fit for that environment, he was way too young. But he also couldn’t leave him within the pack- he didn’t trust that he’d be safe there. The way his kind saw him as a bad omen for the fact that he couldn’t shift back after the accident in which he lost his parents really didn’t sit well with Harry at all. The cabin was an unknown place to his pack and he thought it a safer place for the little one than among his own kind- which was something to ponder on.

But he thought he’d be having a grand ol’ time with Y/N. He knew she spoiled him. And that she’d play with him and pet him and shower him with her attention. But the truth was, Y/N didn’t know that Eddie needed more than that since he wasn’t a pet. She couldn’t, therefore, do the things Harry did with him- she didn’t talk to him the way Harry did, not to mention she couldn’t exactly shapeshift and run around the woods with him to play. Tug of war wasn’t nearly enough for the amount of energy he had to exert.

And the biggest issue probably was that the little one was worried he’d abandoned him, Harry thought. Although he’d explained to his nephew that he’d be staying with Y/N for just a few days and told him a number of times not to worry, that he’d be back soon- he was probably scared that he’d somehow lost Harry as well. And who could blame him after the trauma of losing his parents the way he did? Harry wished Edward would shapeshift if only to be able to speak and communicate what he was feeling, in hopes to maybe heal some of his trauma.

But nothing could prepare Harry or Y/N for what they found when she unlocked the door to her apartment. With some difficulty, she pushed the door open. Looking down she noticed the carpet was torn to shreds as she inched the door open slowly. She gasped when she finally stepped into her entry. With the sound of a Nickelodeon cartoon playing as the backdrop to it all, she looked around to a completely destroyed living room. The rug under her couch was in shreds. The door frame to her bathroom looked like it had been pried off, and her curtains ripped down and turned to confetti.

“Edward!” Harry shouted loudly making Y/N jump at the volume.

He took in the sight of her place- it was bad. The couch cushions were torn apart, the rug was shredded to pieces, every small piece of furniture was knocked over, her shoes at the entryway were all chewed up, her curtains were torn and bits were scattered all over, and walking further in, he saw the bedroom also hadn’t been spared. The only rooms that looked minimally affected by Edward’s tantrum were the kitchen and the bathroom and that was probably because he either couldn’t reach most of the stuff or they were just harder to destroy.

Y/N was in shock. Her place looked as though a Tasmanian devil had stormed through it. “Oh my God…” she covered her mouth in shock, trying to take it all in.

Eddie was sitting in a corner in the bedroom, trying to hide but Harry had found him immediately. She walked in on them only to see Harry staring him down, and the pup trembling, curling in on himself.

“No! Don’t punish him!” Y/N ran towards the little one and took him into her arms protectively, shielding him away from Harry’s staredown.

Harry was taken aback by her reaction. First of all, he wasn’t used to anyone coming in between him and his nephew.

Second of all, nobody ever dared cut him off and try to defy what he felt was right in regard to someone from his pack. He was the one calling the shots, he would be the one deciding what punishment would be applied, and especially since Edward was his nephew, nobody would ever dare question his decision.

But, he wasn’t going to hurt him! So, thirdly, Harry was confused over why she thought he would do that, “... What did you think I was going to do?”

Y/N worried her brows and petted the pup who was still trembling in her arms, “I don’t know, but you scared him! Look how he’s shaking! He probably thought you were going to hurt him!”

“No, he didn’t!” Harry snarled, “I never laid a hand on him, what kind of person do you think I am hurting a harmless little creature like that?!” Edward wasn’t exactly harmless, but in comparison to Harry’s wrath, he would have been, so technically he wasn’t lying.

Y/N felt bad. “He just looked so scared and guilty, I couldn’t bear it… Sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that…”

“He should be feeling guilty!” Harry snapped, looking at the little one trying to hide away from him in her arms, “What he did was bad! Look what he did! I can’t not address it and let him get away with it, and have him think it’s alright to do something like this!”

“... But he’s just a puppy!”

Harry gritted his teeth. He’s not just a puppy, but he couldn’t exactly tell her that, could he? No, he was a young little boy that needed to learn his actions had repercussions, and even though he would never physically hurt him, he would punish him.

“Harry… Look, I get you’re upset, but it’s my house and even I’m not this upset! He’s just a puppy! He doesn’t know any better! He was already feeling out of sorts because he probably thought you abandoned him, and now that I was gone too, he panicked and threw a tantrum! You can’t really expect a little pup to control these urges! It’s not like he can rationalize any of this!”

This was frustrating Harry beyond belief. As it turns out, Edward could rationalize it very well and did it all very intentionally- although he could appreciate that he was just a child and couldn’t manage his emotions the way an adult would, he was still far more capable than just a pup to know right from wrong.

“I’m taking him back to the cabin where he can cool off and–”

“No! Harry, that’s cruel! All he wanted was for his owner to be back and now you’re just showing him he was right and that you are abandoning him! No, I won’t let you,” she snuggled him closer to her chest and Harry furrowed his brows ever deeper, conflicted over how to manage this situation.

On the one hand, he oddly loved how defensive she was about his nephew. Made him see how she would make for the perfect mother to their pups. He groaned in frustration, this was turning him on– and of course it was, with him being on the tail end of his rut and only squeezing in another release in his quick shower alone before they left Niall’s apartment.

But at the same time, he didn’t know how to explain to her that she was mistaken and this kind of attitude would only serve to reward his bad behavior.

Harry knew Edward was far stronger and more agile than any typical dog or wolf. The wreckage didn’t surprise him all that much, truth be told. His nephew was quite hot-headed at times. A sweet kid, but could be a firecracker. And this was just the evidence of how pissed he was. He didn’t like not getting his way, as most children his age. And that combined with his wolf nature (not to mention he was an alpha) meant he could be extremely destructive under the right circumstances.

Pacing away, Harry tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t go about this the way he normally would. Their ways were much too brutal for humans- she would never understand that he’d be punishing the little one for his own good. After all, if Edward was going to be the pack’s alpha one day, he had to build character, discipline, strength, and endurance. He couldn’t just throw tantrums and destroy everything in his wake whenever something didn’t go his way- that would be absolutely catastrophic for him and everyone around him the more he grew up and the stronger and more ferocious he’d become. He’d absolutely made Y/N’s home uninhabitable.

And that’s when realization dawned upon Harry.

Maybe what Edward had done could play to his advantage. Yes. Maybe he wasn’t so mad at his nephew, after all. He’d be sure to make a point out of why this was wrong later on, between just the two of them, but for now, Harry barely contained the smirk on his lips as he approached Y/N who was now sitting on her disheveled bed with the little one on her lap, petting him gently and whispering soothing words to him.

He feigned a frustrated sigh, “I guess you’re right. He was probably just frightened.” Harry crouched in front of the two of them and although his features had softened, he made sure to still give the little one a stern look, “It wasn’t very nice, though, was it Edward? Look what you did. How is poor Y/N going to fix this mess? Hm?”

Eddie was still giving Harry the puppy dog eyes, his muzzle on his paws, but at least he wasn’t cowering away anymore, and he’d stopped trembling, Y/N noticed. She kept petting his fur gently, and that probably helped too. She was relieved to see Harry had calmed down. And when he reached a hand to scratch behind the pup’s ear, she smiled.

Harry noticed her smile and was happy for it, she didn’t want her to be distressed more than she already was, fearing he’d harm the little one. He still had an unpleasant taste in his mouth over the thought that she’d ever think him capable of that. Was he really that scary when he was furious? He hadn’t even done anything, just stared his nephew down, but the way she’d reacted had him thinking she genuinely feared he’d unleash his wrath on Edward.

“You’re lucky Y/N loves you. After what you did to her place, I’d boot you right out the window.”

“Harry!” Y/N laughed.

Harry raised his eyes to look at her properly from his crouched position, “I’m so sorry for this, Y/N. I honestly can’t believe he did this.”

Her smile faded somewhat, “I can’t believe it either, to tell you the truth. He’s been such a good boy all throughout. Yeah, he’s been a little whiny the past day or so, but he’s been a doll. I just can’t believe such a small little fluff ball is capable of something like this! I mean, I’ve heard stories of chewed shoes and cord cables, but this is… next level. Like, I don’t get how he was physically able to cause this amount of damage!”

Harry grimaced. She was right. A small dog would’ve never been capable of anything nearly as bad as this. But a wolf?... Harry actually thought Edward hadn’t even gone all out. Y/N hadn’t been witness to the way he could use his claws or the speed he could move at. His fangs hadn’t quite given in yet, but had this happened a few months later, her apartment would’ve been in a much worse condition. He’d have enjoyed chewing on all her chairs and tables on top of everything else he’d destroyed.

“I know. He’s never done anything like this. He must’ve really been upset, weren’t you, boy?”

Eddie pawed at his snout and Y/N melted, despite her upset. He was just too adorable to stay mad at.

“But I’ll take care of everything. Edward is my responsibility and he did this so I’ll replace everything for you. We’ll get the apartment repaired or pay your landlord directly. However you want to do it.”

Y/N looked over at Harry and offered a half smile. While it was nice of Harry to offer, many items were sentimental. She’d picked her furniture and her things out all on her own. And even if they weren’t the nicest quality, they were hers. But now a lot of things that she felt this small attachment to were gone. And sure it was just stuff, but it was a shock.

“This is going to cost a lot of money, Harry. Almost everything I own has been damaged. I’m just- shocked this happened. But it’s a good thing that I’ve got the overnight shift tonight and I’m leaving for a week on a work trip in the morning anyway. Won’t have to worry about this whole mess, at least for a bit.”

Harry shook his head, “Wait. What? You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. Every year there’s a field course and community engagement training. It’s to make sure everyone is up on the new rules and safety guidelines, new technology, animal handling… it’ll be my first one so I’m sort of looking forward to it. I was kind of worried you wouldn’t be back in time, you said you’d only be gone a few days and, well… I figured if you weren’t back I’d reach out to Niall or just change my flight. When you asked I didn’t think of how close I’d be cutting it.”

Harry was a bit dumbfounded. He thought he’d have her with him that night and… well- if he was honest, for good- not actually intending on having her move back into her apartment, as selfish as that was. This wasn’t what he envisioned at all. But he’d be patient. As much as he wanted to keep her with him indefinitely he knew that wasn’t going to work. If he had his way she’d quit her job and just be with him all day and all night. Unfortunately, humans didn’t do relationships like his kind did. She’d certainly find that to be too much.

Trying to keep himself calm at the sudden news he responded, “You would have done that for Edward? For me?… A whole week, huh?”

Y/N could tell Harry was a bit taken aback, and even a touch disappointed. Which she honestly loved. Not that she loved to disappoint him, but that his response to her being gone was disappointment. Maybe she’d even give him a big treat when she returned because she’d certainly be missing him too.

“Yes. Of course, I would have. It was my fault for forgetting. And yeah. A whole week. Maybe you can pick me up from the airport when I get back. If you wanted-”

“Yes, and I’ll drop you off at the airport too. Edward and I will come stay with you at the station tonight so you have some company. And so I can keep you safe.”

“Harry… that’s not allowed. And what are you keeping me safe from?” She laughed, he was being a bit overdramatic, “And besides, a few of us are riding with Nick to the airport in the morning.”

Harry’s jaw set at Nick’s name, “Well then that settles it for certain. I don’t trust him to drive you safely and besides you’re going to be gone for a week and we’ll miss you,” he spoke, and then looked down at his nephew in her arms, “isn’t that right Edward?”

Y/N continued to be surprised by Harry. She was taken aback at his candor.

He continued, “And I think it would be good for him to run around a bit. He needs some space to play and get all of his energy out, don’t you think? Come on…”

Y/N couldn’t hide the smile on her face. Of course, she wanted Harry and Eddie with her at the station. She could get into trouble, though. But Harry did make a good point about Eddie needing some space to run a bit. And no one had to know…

“Fine. I think that would be nice actually.”

Harry grinned widely at getting his way (he was used to getting his way) and stood up looking down at the two. The way she was treating his nephew was really tearing him apart. She was so good to him. And was she really going to cancel her work trip just so that she could stay with Edward? He gently placed a strand of her hair behind her ear and then caressed her newly exposed cheek with the back of his hand.

“You won’t be able to stay here for a while, you know that right?” He tried to keep his voice quiet, as to not snap her out of her calm state.

She sighed, “I know. It’s… bad.”

“It really is. Like I said, I’ll replace everything, but it’s going to take a bit. You’ll come stay with us when you return, alright?”

Y/N stammered, looking up at him, “Harry… you don’t have to–”

“Shush.” He flicked the tip of her nose gently, “Go on, pack what you need for your trip. If he left anything intact, that is,” he raised a menacing eyebrow back at the little one and Y/N complied before Harry’s mood soured again.

Bringing Edward into the kitchen while he let Y/N pack her suitcase he opened the fridge to find an untouched bowl of food meant for his nephew.

He placed it on the floor and pointed to it, “Eat. Now,” and then he lowered his voice and knelt to look his nephew in his eyes, “I don’t care if it’s cold. You need to eat. When I return to the kitchen I better see this bowl empty. And we’ll have a talk later about your little tantrum when we’re alone. You’re not off the hook.”

By the time they were ready to leave, Eddie had eaten the bowl of food and was lying on a set of shredded curtains close to the front door waiting.

“Oh, he’s eaten! I didn’t even realize. Well, at least we know what the problem was. I’d say this is an extreme case of separation anxiety. Poor guy,” Y/N patted his head. She was still quite bewildered and even a little upset over everything but she understood that canines didn’t think like people and so to him, this was his way of expressing his anxiousness at the sudden change and being away from his owner.

But the truth wasn’t as simple as she assumed.

Harry was still processing the fact that Y/N was leaving in the morning. He’d barely had her back into his arms, right where he wanted her, and now something would be taking her away from him again. He really felt like kicking something, but instead, he tried to push all those feelings down and savor what little time they had that night together.

Being at the station wasn’t ideal. This was not at all the way he thought the night was going to play out. Maybe had this not been the last day of his rut- and maybe had he not just finally tasted her just mere hours ago, he’d be able to sober up and just enjoy her company without it having to be sexual. Because he did enjoy her company regardless of what they did, and he truly had missed her presence, her laughter- everything about her. It was just difficult keeping that in mind while he was continuously sporting a semi.

But maybe it was for the better, he reasoned. He wanted to do right by her, and even during the final hours of his rut, he wasn’t sure he could reign it in if she gave herself over to him completely.

However, having her gone for a whole week would definitely prove to be quite the test of his patience. Especially since she’d be going away with that man that was clearly infatuated with her. That didn’t sit right with him at all.

Y/N had insisted on trying to tidy up the place at least a bit before they left and so they hadn’t had time to grab some early dinner before she had to report for duty at the station.

Lindsy was already inside the station when they arrived. She sat up straight at the desk and smirked at Y/N before standing up to round the desk, “Hi! I’m Lindsy,” she stuck her hand out toward Harry.

“I’m Harry,” he shook her hand politely.

“I’ve heard about you. Well, sort of. Seems like Nick’s got a run for his money…” she said as she grabbed her backpack from the hook.

Harry shot a look at Y/N who shook her head, “Nick is just a co-worker. Nothing more,” she reminded Lindsy, rolling her eyes.

“Well it’s clear he never had a chance,” she said looking at Harry and then back to Y/N, “but Nick certainly seems to think otherwise.”

“Okay. Well, great chat. See you tomorrow then?” Y/N was ready to get Lindsy out of there. She could tell that Harry was not happy about this revelation.

“Yeah, sure. Oh!,” Lindsy paused and knelt down to Eddie, “Cute little pup we’ve got here. What breed is this? I didn’t see you before, little guy.”

“A mutt really. He’s very well-behaved,” Y/N spoke quickly.

“A mutt… hmm…” she inspected the pup a bit, scrubbing his head and then lifting up the jowls to see his teeth.

Harry scooped Edward up when he realized the woman was prodding at his nephew like he was a show animal.

“Are you also going on this work trip Y/N’s been telling me about?” Harry spoke, distracting her from the little one.

“Yes, I am! Gotta go pack, I always leave that last minute… bad habit, I guess.”

Harry nodded feigning interest, “Well then, I’ll be coming back around tomorrow morning to drive Y/N to the airport. Do you need a lift too?” He didn’t want her coming along but he was warned he needed to act as if he was leaving so no one suspected that he’d stayed all night.

“Ah, I wouldn’t dream of third-wheeling. Nah, I’ll ride with Nick. Thanks, though. Have an easy one, Y/N!” Lindsy waved as she stepped out of the station.

“So Nick is still bothering you?” Harry placed Edward back down.

Y/N shook her head, a small grin on her face as she sat at the desk starting to go through some paperwork she needed to sort out. He was jealous when he didn’t need to be, “He’s not bothering me. I don’t know what he and Lindsy talk about but he’s kept his distance after you followed him to the bar,” she teased.

Harry believed her but he didn’t trust the guy. Especially now that he knew they were all going away on some work trip together for a week he was sure Nick would try something with her. Because of course, the coward would wait until they were out of state.

He sat across the desk from Y/N and just looked at her. He’d watched her without her knowledge on several occasions. And he hadn’t been lying to her about not having looked when she was getting into the water while she was skinny dipping, unaware of his presence there yet. Even then, he knew he wanted to see her like that when she would inevitably give herself to him. And that was precious to him.

He enjoyed studying her while she was busy with something else. When she knew he was looking, she’d sometimes shy away under the intensity of his gaze. Because Harry wasn’t the kind to be subtle about it. He drank her in any chance he got. And sometimes, when he’d say something to compliment her she’d blush and even maybe make a joke to try and deflect. But to his surprise, she wasn’t like that in the bedroom. Whenever she’d turn to putty in his arms and he’d get her worked up, she’d blossom under his eyes. He’d whisper the lewdest things into her ear and she’d only grow more bold and sensual. He loved that she didn’t shy away from him then, and gave in to her instincts. It was quite the sight to behold.

Harry shifted in his seat, readjusting himself. He was in for a long night sleeping next to her when he knew he couldn’t really touch and taste the way he craved to. But he did look forward to just holding her. Something he’d have never thought he’d be into, especially while in his rut.

“Harry, you’re staring.”

“I know I am.”

Y/N scoffed amusedly, “Well, don’t. You’re distracting. You’re the one who insisted on coming, but I got some work to take care of first, so don’t even think about complaining.”

“I’m not complaining.” He crossed his arms, refraining from doing just that.

“Please, I can practically hear your thoughts.”

“Pretty sure you’d be blushing and squirming in your seat if you could hear my thoughts. But alright.” He stood up while she tried hiding her reaction to what he’d just told her. “I’ll go grab us some dinner while you’re at it.”

“No need to, we’ll just order something in.”

Harry grimaced, “You mean takeaway? That’s basically more of that horrid concession stand food. No, I’ll call ahead and order and then drop by one of my favorite restaurants. Have them cook us something that’s actually edible. This little guy also needs something after we exercise him a bit later tonight. Can’t exactly feed him french fries, can we?” Edward whined at the mention of fries but Harry ignored his pleas, “Is it ok if he stays here while I’m gone?”

“Of course. Alright, that sounds good. Thank you.”

Harry would never get tired of her oh so politely thanking him for what he felt was his natural instinct- in this case, to provide for her. He loved the way it sounded coming out of her mouth and he wondered if he could find a way to get her to thank him in bed, also. Maybe after she swallowed all of his warm come. The thought sent a shudder down his spine.

Instead, he winked at her and got going before he let that thought take over and he had her reenact it.

Harry never thought he’d stoop so low. He actually had to use the restaurant’s (quite lavish) restroom to rub one out. If he was going to behave tonight, he needed to get that idea he’d been obsessing over on the ride there out of his head somehow. It did help him calm down somewhat, and the drive back to the station was a lot more comfortable.

When he got back, Y/N called out to him that she was out back, and he found her on the porch watching Edward run around close to the station where she could “keep an eye on him”, which Harry found adorable. If anything, his nephew was the one guarding her, but she was cute to think it was the other way around.

She’d set a blanket down and told him they could have “sort of a picnic” which he also found endearing. They unwrapped the delicious food and then called out for the little one so that he could eat too, and Eddie gobbled his food down and then promptly resumed running around like a wild banshee, “Edward! Stay where I can see you!”

Y/N looked over at Harry in confusion as she chewed her food. She knew it was unlikely Eddie would understand what he was saying, but she realized that somehow he always just listened to Harry no matter what. Even then. Eddie stayed where they could both see him as he zoomed back and forth, tongue wagging and dirt flying in his wake.

Harry noticed the faraway look in her eyes and figured she must’ve been thinking about her home and how everything was ruined. She’d been very understanding of the whole situation and put her love for Eddie first and the way she reasoned he was just a puppy and didn’t know any better was really mature of her- but even so, she had every right to be upset about it. It was her home, and it was now practically inhabitable. While she’d cleaned up and thrown out most of what wasn’t salvageable, with his help, he saw her becoming progressively more worried and sad. He hated seeing her like that. He wished he could fix it. And he intended on doing just that, but he needed a bit of time. He even had her give him her spare key so that he could have some over to deep clean while she was gone- even though he planned on doing much more than just that. So maybe her work trip was beneficial in a way. He’d have time to plan it all out and surprise her when she got back. But he couldn’t tell her about it, to ease her mind. Not yet.

“You didn’t have to go all out like this, Harry. It’s pretty gourmet for the setting,” she chuckled, but he could tell it had pleased her. Even if she ended up barely nibbling at her food. She was more upset than he’d realized.

He brought his hand to the nape of her neck and massaged her reassuringly, “Try not to worry. It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

She smiled and nodded, keeping her sight on the forest, “I know. It’s just things. Not like anyone was harmed. I’m happy Eddie seems to be back to his normal self.” She kept her eyes on the little one, roaming freely through the woods, “He looks pretty happy now. I took him outside and let him play for however long he wanted to, but I guess it’s just not the same. I can tell he’s used to you taking him along on hikes, even as small as he is. He’s got a lot of energy for a pup.”

Y/N then turned to look at him properly. She appreciated him so much. He was so good to Eddie, and he really did his best. And he was really good to her too. He made sure to feed her actually nutritious food, insisted on coming along to “keep her safe”, was sad to hear she had to go for her trip. And then… everything that had happened earlier that day. She couldn’t get over how incredibly handsome he was. His eyes and his skin, his hair, his broad shoulders, and his voice. And he was so caring and kind with her yet an absolute beast in the bed.

Harry pulled her to sit in his lap, he needed her closer with the way she was looking at him, “My uncle’s got a lot of land. He lives about a six-hour drive from here. I’ve been thinking of sending Edward to him. I think he’d thrive with all that room to run and other… animals around to play with. I think he’s too much canine for me. Especially after seeing what he did to your apartment-”

“Oh, Harry! Don’t give him away just because of that! I promise that’s-”

“It’s not just the apartment, Y/N. I’ve been considering this since before I met you. He’s a lot to handle. And I love him but I think he’d be happier with my uncle. I think it would be for the best. Honestly. The apartment thing is just sort of making me see that stuff like this might continue to happen. He’s stressed. I can’t always be around. Sometimes he’ll need to be with other people to watch him and I feel like he’ll have a better life if he can have more stability.”

“Six hours? That’s quite the trek. When were you thinking of doing this? Does your uncle know?”

“Yeah, six hours. Well, soon. Haven’t decided on it for sure yet, but I think soon. I’d need to make arrangements with my uncle. And yeah, I’ve spoken to him about it. He told me originally he’d take Edward. After my brother and his wife… well, Lester, that’s his name, my uncle’s name, told me that he’d take Edward. I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Thought I could take care of him on my own but I don’t know that it’s possible anymore. Not without making him miserable."

It did pain Harry to even consider it but Edward was not thriving being protected and hidden away the way he was. Harry did his best to play with him, teach him, hunt with him… but he needed children his own age around. Children who were like him. No one in Harry’s pack would let their young play with Edward or even be around him. And he wouldn’t trust them to even if they did.

He would miss seeing the little guy every day but what options did he have?

Y/N nodded and took Harry’s hand, “I guess that makes sense. You’re probably right. He’s not just a regular dog, which I’m sure you’re aware of. He needs more than what he’d get in a typical domestic household and he’s only going to get bigger and stronger,” she paused and sighed, “Can I come with you? When you take Eddie to your uncle’s?”

He nodded, “Of course. We can go together.”

Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand and noted that he was still a bit clammy, “Are you still feeling unwell?”

Harry chuckled, “I’m fine. Much better after you let me have a dose of my medicine,” he smirked as he spoke.

She faltered for a moment and felt her face and ears grow hot at his comment, “If you say so. Just let me know if you need anything though. Like real medicine, I mean,” she laughed.

“Always trying to take care of me,” he spoke quietly and let his gaze linger on hers. He was falling hard for the girl. And while his hormones were still a bit unbalanced, he knew that his feelings were real. Which made the guilt of his secrets and lies eat at him.

“Well, I like you. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she smiled up at him.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that, of course- that she liked him. But what he felt for her was so much more than that. He didn’t want to scare her off with the intensity of his feelings, which would probably seem like too much this early on.

It frustrated him. Humans were so peculiar. He remembered reading online about that and how that had left him even more confused. They liked to take things slow, but they also didn’t like to be kept waiting for some kind of commitment. What did that even mean?

His eyes lowered to her necklace that she had sitting overtop her blouse, he noticed she liked it on display when she wasn’t working. It was her little way of showing the world that she was spoken for. Maybe she didn’t realize it, maybe it was just an unconscious thing she did on instinct- which actually pleased him immensely. Maybe it wouldn’t be too soon. Maybe if he claimed her, she’d like it.

He didn’t like the idea of her going away like that, far enough that he couldn’t reach her easily even with his inhuman speed, and be amongst men (real men, not Nick who wasn’t nearly good enough for her), men that could try their luck with her. And who was to say she wouldn’t give them a chance? After all, in the human world what they had was seen as casual. Dating wasn’t an explicit commitment and sometimes humans would date multiple people at once, he remembered reading.

So, although that was absolutely appalling to him, he couldn’t really blame her if she went and did just that, could he? This was the norm for her kind.

Harry cleared his throat, playing with the rings hanging from her neck, “Will you wear these while you’re away?”

Y/N grinned at that. For some reason he really liked her wearing his rings. She tried not to let her mind wander with how she could interpret that and what deeper meaning it may have, but when he kept bringing it up again, it was hard not to. “Do you want me to?”

Harry looked deep into her eyes then, “I want you to. I want you to keep them, and wear them like this. And if anyone asked, I’d like it if you told them they’re from me.”

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion as she smiled, “And how would they know who that is?”

“They don’t need to know me by name. All they need to know is who I am to you.”

Y/N blinked, wetting her lips, “And what’s that?”

“Lover. Boyfriend. Your man. Whatever you want to call me, that’s what I’ll be.”

Y/N tried containing her wide smile if only to kiss him properly. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all she was worth. The way he’d said it made her heart flutter like never before. She never knew how much she’d needed to hear him say it until he did, how much she needed to clear the air. She knew she must’ve meant more to him than just something casual by the way he’d opened up to her slowly but surely, and she could tell that wasn’t something that came easy to him. But for some reason, she didn’t allow herself to hope for more. She still couldn’t believe he would even be interested in someone like her, let alone want something serious with her. She’d never tell him, and she had this way about her- pretty self-assured and confident in her independence, but she always thought he was out of her league. So even though her heart secretly hoped for this, she never entertained the idea, just to spare herself the heartache.

Harry felt immense relief at her response. He’d been so nervous bringing it up. What if she hadn’t been on the same page? What if she thought it was too soon? What if he ruined everything with rushing things? But the way she was kissing him, he could tell she’d been waiting for this. He felt silly, then. He’d went and done the same mistake as with their “date”. Went and listened to outside sources telling him how he should go about things, when all he needed to do was listen to his instincts, instead. They’d never led him astray with her so far. She was always seemingly on the same page with him, despite their differences.

“Yeah, you’re mine?” He asked between kissing her just as ardently back.

“You know I am.” She breathed, her heart melting at how happy he sounded. He really wanted this, wanted her. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Harry couldn’t believe his luck. If he played his cards right, he’d be able to make this work. He’d make sure of it. He knew just what he had to do. He was done denying his instincts when it came to her. She was his mate. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He meant what he told her- he’d be what she wanted him to be. And he knew that couldn’t be what he currently was. If it meant turning his whole world on its axis for her, he’d do it.

Later when he had her in his arms while she slept, he didn’t even want to waste time sleeping when he could look at her and take in the sight of her against his chest instead. She nuzzled into his sparse hair there and almost immediately fell asleep. She must’ve been exhausted, what with Edward keeping her up for most of the night before, and the whole mess at her apartment, and not to mention the way he’d had her nearly pass out from pleasure. He smiled to himself, knowing that was probably the main reason for the way she’d dozed off right away the moment he secured his arms around her in that sad excuse for a bed. In which he barely fit alone, his legs hanging off the margin, and she had to lay more atop of him than on the actual mattress- but he loved the excuse that provided him with to hold her as close as he did.

He’d reassured her that he’d keep an eye out when he insisted on her sleeping properly before her trip. She needed to be well rested. But with the way he always slept so soundly next to her, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to sleep with one eye open, so to say, as he normally did. So he whispered to Edward that he was to keep watch for the night. “You owe Y/N for what you did to her place.”

The little one grunted but knew better than to further object.

Y/N woke up to Harry shifting behind her, moving his arm from under her. She sat up and turned to look at him, “What time is it?”

Harry chuckled and stretched his arms overhead, not worried in the least, “About an hour before any of your co-workers show up. You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

After making a pot of coffee and pulling her hair into a ponytail she splashed water on her face as she heard Harry and Eddie coming back inside.

“Looks like Nick the prick is here. Just saw him pull up as we were coming back in.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes at Harry’s attempt to make fun of Nick’s name. Yet again.

Harry was holding Eddie in his arms when Nick walked through the door, “What are you doing here? Non-employees are not allowed to camp out at the station.”

“He’s not camping out. He got here just a bit ago. He’s taking me to the airport.”

“I thought we were all riding together. Would have been nice to know you weren’t coming with.”

Harry shook his head and stepped in toward Nick, “Why does it concern you if she goes with you or not? You’re taking others, are you not?” Nick nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Harry continued, “So back the fuck off. Don’t try and make her feel bad that she had other plans.”

“Harry…” Y/N put her hand on his elbow and squeezed.

“I could’ve offered her spot to someone else, had I known! I was just making a point. And what’s with this…” Nick diverted his attention to the little one. “What kind of canine is this even? Is this legal for you to own?”

“Nick-” Y/N warned, standing in front of Harry and Eddie, “Stop. Harry’s being nice to take me to the airport. I asked him to. I’m sorry I was inconsiderate and didn’t think to give you a heads up. Just…we have a long day ahead of us. Let’s not start this trip on the wrong foot.” And with that, Y/N grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him outside, with Eddie trotting along.

“I didn’t like his little guilt trip. And if he talks to you like that again, tell me.” Harry gave her a pointed look.

She shook her head and laughed. Just then another vehicle pulled into the employee parking area with Tom, Lindsy, and Allen.

“Hi guys!” Y/N waved as they got out of their car and Tom popped the trunk to take out their suitcases.

Lindsy gave Y/N a very knowing look and then directed her gaze to Harry who was wearing the same clothes as he was the night before. Y/N knew Lindsy was probably on to them, but she trusted she’d keep it to herself. After all, what was her colleague going to do? Just bring it up out of the blue that her boyfriend was wearing the same clothes as he was when he dropped her off for her night shift?

When Karl arrived to take over at the station, Y/N waved at everyone and climbed into Harry’s car. She just wanted to get out of there. Nick’s attitude was starting to rise up again when he mentioned something about Eddie to Tom, and then Tom took note of the odd pup as well.

Harry wanted to drive her back to Niall’s and tell her she wasn’t allowed to go. If she were his mate in his pack he wouldn’t permit it. Never. Not with Nick acting like a fool and looking at her like she was his to ogle. He hated it. Hated to be polite and allow her to do her own thing. Hated to abide by the rules of modern humans, but what choice did he have? If he wanted her he needed to go about this relationship in a way that was comfortable to her. But to his surprise, the real reason why he wasn’t giving in to his caveman tendencies was because he wanted her to prefer him over anything else. He wanted her to come back to him. Wanted her to choose him every single time instead of him making the choice for her. It was the only way any of it had any true meaning to him, as well.

When they got to the airport Y/N insisted on just dropping her off at the front. Harry tried to argue that he could park and walk her in but she let out an aggravated sigh, “Harry. Just drop me off. It’s so much easier this way. Plus, the moment I get in I’m going to be standing in a line, checking in, and then finding my gate, which you aren’t permitted to do with me anyway. So what’s the point in parking and walking me up to the line to check in? Seriously.”

He hated all of this. All of it. He didn’t want to be away from her for a week. What would he do for a whole week without her (as if he hadn’t lived all of life without her until only very recently)? He begrudgingly stalled the car and went to take her suitcase from the back.

Y/N barely managed to pry it out of his hands, and she could tell he was sulking. And she was sad to go too. She’d been so excited for this trip, but now she wished she could stay back, with him. But she needed to put on a brave face for the both of them. “I’ll text you when we land, and I’ll call as soon as I get a chance to. Okay? Thank you for driving me. And for being so understanding. I know Nick rubbed you the wrong way. You don’t have to worry about him, though. Alright? I’m yours, remember?”, she smiled at him and watched him smile in turn at that.

She kissed him goodbye and waved at Eddie who was plopped on the back seat, and Harry watched her enter the automatic doors to the airport entrance. Someone honked their horn at him to get a move on but he just flipped them off as he watched her turn to the left once she got inside. The front of the entry was all glass so he could still see her. He watched as she walked toward the check in counter and when she was finally out of view he sighed and got back into his car, driving off with an ache in his heart.

The following evening Y/N called Harry, keeping to her word. She had been out of breath and was laughing when he answered the call.

“Harry! How are you and Eddie?” Her sweet voice instantly calmed him, but he was not a fan of her laughing at someone else while he was so far away.

“We’re great.”, a lie. “How’s training?”

She told him a bit about the first day of training. Mentioned the tiny hotel room with two single beds and how she’d been put in a room with Nick, “It’s really just my luck. He’s so annoying. I thought they’d stick me with Lindsy but there’s another new girl that just started on, who I haven’t met yet, and they thought it would be better for her to be with Lindsy and so I’m stuck with,” she paused and lowered her voice, “Mickey.” She laughed into the receiver.

That didn’t sound funny to Harry at all. He was about ready to book a ticket and get out there himself. Book a nice suite for the two of them so he could keep an eye on her. His heart sank when he learned she was in the same room as him. This was the kind of thing his kind wouldn’t put up with. Harry needed to calm himself when he heard another voice in the background, which he knew as Nick’s.

“They put you in a room with him?! What hotel are you in? I’m gonna call and book you your own suite–”

“No! Harry, it’s fine. Plus, this is a small motel. All the rooms are booked because of this training going on. There’s nothing to book for me.”

“Oh, I guarantee I can find you another place to stay.”

“Harry… it’s not necessary. Seriously. I’m just… keeping my distance.”

He heard the voice again, closer this time… Are you talking to your boyfriend? We’re about to leave.

Harry couldn’t help his claws sharpening at that, “Let me talk to him. He doesn’t get to boss you around. Fuck that. Hand the phone to him-”

“Harry… really, it’s okay! I do need to go, though. We’ve got a group dinner and then we’re doing a nightime hiking safety and rescue so we won’t be back for hours. Then an early morning tomorrow, but I can call you tomorrow midday. I’ll have some free time.”

Harry sighed heavily into the receiver. He’d never felt so helpless before. He begrudgingly let her go, and then plopped back on his bed defeatedly. His actual bed, back at the preserve. He couldn’t believe he was letting this happen. His girl was sleeping in the same room as this guy he knew for sure was trying to have his way with her. There was no way Nick hadn’t been behind this whole arrangement. It sounded exactly like the kind of pathetic thing he’d try and pull.

Harry was used to taking things into his own hands and getting them done the way he wanted. But he couldn’t do that with Y/N. He had to shift his thinking if he didn’t want to scare her away. Even though he promised a commitment of sorts to her, by making her his girlfriend, she was still free to do as she pleased.

He was fairly certain that what he had planned, though, would make her want to commit to him even more. Prove how serious he was about them and maybe alleviate all her remaining reluctance to give in to him fully.

Harry had already been planning on getting his own place, as he’d previously told her. A house, as opposed to the apartment he’d led her to believe was his, when in fact it was Niall’s. He needed his own place in town, and if initially he’d have thought to buy an apartment, he now knew he actually couldn’t confine himself in such a small space. And if his plan were to work out, he definitely wanted something much larger.

So Harry realized he needed to make a move to buy a place as soon as possible.

As he couldn’t exactly resort to those in his suborder for recommendations, and Niall’s taste was clearly quite different to his, Harry googled real estate agents and houses for sale. He was overwhelmed. There was a lot. In all price ranges all over town and in the county. Some with land, and others with only a small yard. 2-car, 3-car, 4-car garages… Swimming pools…

Harry dialed the number of a real estate agent, a sort of random pick really. The ad said ‘Luxury Homes’ and that sounded exactly like what he was going for. He just needed someone to help him with this. Someone who could share with him only homes he liked. He didn’t want to waste his time going to house after house after house to decide.

Listening to the hold music, Harry tapped his fingers on his thigh and waited.

“Archie speaking!”

The man’s overly excited voice grated at Harry immediately. Besides, what kind of a name is that?

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles”, he didn’t need to, but he felt like making a point of what a name should sound like. “I’m looking for a house to buy. Very quickly too. Like, a few days' time. A week, tops.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry, sir, but unless you can pay cash I doubt that any–”

“I have cash. What kind of luxury houses can you show me today?”

“... Oookaaaay. If you’re in the market for luxury homes you’d need to have an awful lot of cash on hand, sir. We’re talking millions.”

“I have the cash. Can you find me a house? If not, I’ll go elsewhere.”

“No, we can work with you! It’s just that we don’t get a lot of cash offers, but let’s see what we can do for you!”

As it turned out, Archie was just as annoying in person. He only had one house to show Harry that very first day because he needed to get keys and set up a showing for Harry for the others.

The first house wasn’t to Harry’s taste. It was a complete waste of his time and he told Archie as much.

“I need the finest finishes and high-end appliances. A very large master bedroom. Landscaped garden in the back. Something a woman would walk into and fall in love with.”

Archie nodded, “Of course, sir! We have a few I can show you tomorrow. I think you’ll find at least one of them suitable.”

Just as he was leaving, feeling nearly defeated that he hadn’t been able to look at more houses on his first try, Y/N was calling.

Harry answered the call with the in-car Bluetooth speakers. Hearing her voice made him feel relaxed and quite a lot more calmed after that disaster of a house Archie had shown him.

She told him about her night hike and then the class they took that morning. She told him she missed him and that a few people had admired the necklace and asked her about the rings which she then got to flaunt, to which Harry grinned widely.

Speaking to her only made him more determined. Archie had told him he’d be seeing three more houses the following day, their most lavish homes, so even if Harry didn’t necessarily trust that the agent knew what he wanted, he hoped these “lavish” homes were really up to his standard.

Harry had hoped Y/N would call again before going to bed, but she didn’t. It made him ache and feel a tightening in his chest. Though she was his girlfriend now, and he trusted her, he still hated Nick being anywhere near her. He was really exercising every bit of his restraint with this whole situation. She was his, and that was simply unacceptable to him that any male would even breathe in her proximity, let alone sleep next to her!

And Nick was the least of his concerns. At least he knew she wasn’t in the least interested in him, and after all- how could she be? When her taste in men was clearly very different. No, what had him worried was the people he didn’t know about. The other rangers she’d be meeting from across the country at this training program. Surely there must have been other specimens, far better than Nick, around her. After all, officers were quite similar to himself in many ways, for the most part. They were in good physical shape, fairly strong, disciplined, adventurous, courageous… And the list went on. Nick was just an exception to the rule, and he knew it.

He imagined her laughing to some other man’s jokes, the way she was when he’d picked up the phone that time, and it made him run his claws into one of his pillows, sending feathers flying everywhere while he lay in bed that night trying, and failing, to fall asleep.

As different as they were, human men did share a lot of his kind’s primal tendencies. They were also heavily driven by their sexual urges, and Y/N was very attractive. On top of that, she was intelligent, empathic, funny. And she had a very strong character. Quite an unique career for a woman to choose, very physical and challenging. She was ambitious and independent. He knew she was a catch, for any man. Of course, she’d have men fawn all around her. And when men saw something they liked, they acted on it. Just like his kind.

Just like he’d done.

Harry felt like laughing sardonically at the way he’d thought the rings could ever deter someone from trying their luck with her. If she’d have shown those rings to him and told him her boyfriend gave them to him he’d have just laughed it off and tried to steal her away anyway. And he wouldn’t have stopped till he’d made her his.

“I’m yours, remember?”, he replayed the way she sweetly told him that just before kissing him at the airport. He tried very hard to remember. Had it not been for the project he was about to undergo back there, he’d have flown to her no matter what. He felt like he was sitting there with his arms crossed while some schmuck was trying his luck with her at any given time.

He’d never felt more helpless. And that was not a feeling he’d ever experienced before.

The following day, after a meeting with a few from his council, he met up with Archie at the first house. It was far nicer than the one he’d seen the previous day, but it still wasn’t quite right.

Harry’s patience was wearing thin. He’d barely slept a wink that night and if this guy wasn’t going to deliver, he didn’t know how he’d handle it; all he knew was that it wouldn’t look good for the agent. He didn’t have time to waste. He needed to get everything done by the time she got back. He needed it to be perfect.

The second house had the most beautiful back garden with flowers, trees, bushes, high privacy fence with vines all over. And the interior was even nicer. High ceilings and wood beams, big windows overlooking the back garden, wide plank wood floors, a chef’s kitchen that rivaled his own at the preserve, a spa master bathroom, and the master suite was to die for. Harry wasn’t one to exaggerate how he felt about something.

Archie even told him the master suite was to die for. And Harry agreed. He could put blackout curtains along the sitting area and fit the biggest bed right in the middle. He envisioned what it would look like with Y/N lying in there on the bed, naked and smiling and motioning to him to come to her.

“Okay. This is the one. How much?”

Archie paused his speech and turned around, “Really? Uh… okay! Well, let’s go downstairs and crunch some numbers. I’m gonna make a call and since you’re paying cash I bet we can knock off a bit from the asking.”

Harry was ready to kill someone. He was paying in cash but the bank still had to verify where the funds were coming from. So he couldn’t take possession until a few days later when he was able to provide a document for proof of where the money was coming from (thanks to Niall’s help with that - something else Harry was clueless about).

He used the time to get Y/N’s apartment cleaned, the carpet replaced, torn and broken furniture removed, and many of her items that were untouched packed and ready for her to move in with him, should she want to. After all, this was the scope of this whole project. And if she wasn’t ready for that step yet, at least she’d have a clean, re-furnished place to come back to- he’d made it even nicer than before, but was careful not to overdo it. After all, he didn’t want to shoot himself in the leg with it.

Once he got the green light on the new house, though, he went into it full force.

Y/N was a little worried at the way Harry had been short with her on the phone for the remainder of her trip. He always seemed like he was in a hurry to get off the phone with her. It didn’t sit well with her and she was beginning to feel insecure. Maybe the time away from him was a bad idea, or he’d found someone else, or maybe lost interest? She couldn’t understand it; and so when she called him the day before she was due to fly home and got his voicemail, she felt her heart sink. He didn’t call her back. And so she half expected that he wouldn’t be there to pick her up at the airport the following day.

She was tempted to mention to Nick that she might need a ride but didn’t want to speak that into existence. And she didn’t need Nick making any comments either. Plus she still had hope that he’d be there, waiting for her like he said he would.

Harry was pleased with the furnishings he had brought in and arranged. He directed the interior designer on where he wanted things because he was far too particular about it. And he could hear the disappointment in Y/N’s voice when he told her he had to get off the phone. Which pained him, but he was doing all this for her. He couldn’t wait for her to return to see what he’d done for her.

He had Niall over to show him around and celebrate getting everything done in the nick of time (pun unintended). Harry had cooked something in preparation for Y/N's return in the state of the art new kitchen and he was absolutely thrilled about it. He gave his nephew his share and then set the table for himself and his friend, going over all the obstacles he’d faced to see this project come to light in such a small amount of time- without abating from quality and all the things he’d envisioned for this house when he’d set out to buy one in the city.

Niall had reluctantly returned to his apartment the morning Y/N left for her trip. There was no reason for Harry to use his place anymore when he could easily drive into town from the preserve. In addition to that, he got to take care of some of the pack responsibilities he’d been neglecting. As it turned out, Niall had thoroughly enjoyed his stay at the Peregrine. Maybe a little too much based on the bill Harry received for everything.

Calling his nephew into the room after they’d finished eating (he’d wandered off once he’d finished his own serving), he informed his friend, “You’ll watch Edward for me tonight. I have to go pick up Y/N and then I’m going to show her the new house.”

“Oh so this is the real reason behind this celebratory feast, eh? You’re hoping you’re gonna get lucky?” Niall elbowed him, wiggling his eyebrows.

Harry rolled his eyes but downed a glass of water in large gulps. Was he ever.

Harry stood at the spot where Y/N would be exiting the terminal with all the other people waiting for their friends or loved ones. At Niall’s suggestion, he bought her a lavish yet tasteful bouquet of flowers and had even handpicked some wildflowers he knew she’d enjoy. He was holding them at his side when he saw her walking hastily with her carry-on being rolled behind her.

She had a small frown on her face and she looked disheveled. Harry hoped everything was okay. He waved as she walked toward him but she hadn’t yet seen him in the crowd. So he stood up straight (he had a tendency to hunch his back a tiny bit when he was standing near humans so as to blend in a bit), and stepped away from the balding man who stood in front of him.

The moment her eyes landed on his dark curls she brightened. Her face lit up and she hurried toward him, “Harry!... You came!”

Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple, “Of course I did. Said I’d be here.”

Y/N backed away so she could look up at him, “Yeah but you didn’t call me back last night. And you’ve been so busy on the phone the last few days I thought… I don’t know… just wasn’t sure you’d be here. I’m so happy you are, though!” She threw her arms over his shoulders again just as Nick walked by, with Lindsy behind him.

Harry smirked at the scowl on Nick’s face and nodded to Lindsy as he picked up Y/N’s carry-on, “Sorry. I was a bit caught up with something. I’ll show you. Come.”

Y/N told Harry all about her training and the new people she met. She seemed to have really fun and that made Harry happy. He was mostly silent all the way until finally, Y/N took a break to catch her breath; she was so overjoyed that he was there and he was still hers.

“So, what have you been doing? What’s had you so busy?”

Harry grinned and turned to look at her before putting his eyes back on the road, “You’ll see. It’s a surprise. It was a lot of work and it kept me occupied but I think you’ll understand once I show you.” He remembered her telling him she enjoyed surprises.

“I’m excited to see what this surprise is… and- where’s Eddie?”

“He’s at Niall’s for the night.”

When Harry got into town and he started driving to an area that was not where she knew his apartment to be, she began to grow more anxious. But when he pulled into a sprawling home with a lovely front yard and big wooden double doors and lots of windows she scrunched her brows and looked over at Harry in confusion.

But then she spotted his convertible that she recognized, along with a few others that were equally stunning in the driveway, and realization was slowly dawning on her.

“What is this, Harry?”

“I bought it,” he gestured around them. “That’s what had me so busy.”

Harry carried her bag into the house before she could react to the news, and Y/N followed silently behind, looking around and then stopping once inside to take it all in.

“You… bought a house and by the looks of it had it furnished and decorated? All in a matter of days? But how?”

“Oh… I have my ways. But yeah… this is it. Take a look around. I think you’ll really love the back garden the most.”

And Y/N did love it. It was gorgeous. All the small architectural details, the rich woods and the beautiful light that came in, built-in shelving, and a kitchen she just couldn’t get over. And the back garden was a little oasis right in town. It wasn’t too big but it was magical and lush.

She’d always known Harry was well-to-do, but this was really exceeding her estimation. By a long shot. Especially to be able to buy a house in such a small span of time, that was quite unheard of. She realized she still had no clue what exactly Harry did for a living.

Harry took in her state of shock, but he knew she was processing it all. He knew she’d have questions for him, more than before, after seeing the house. But he was ready to answer all of them. He had it all figured out. All those lonely nights he’d put to good use coming up with a solid plan, instead of allowing jealousy to eat at him.

He finally led her to the bedroom, showing her the bathroom first. She could imagine soaking in the huge tub and lazing her day away in there. But the bedroom was amazing just the same. Harry had a massive bed installed. A sitting area with windows overlooking the garden…

Harry held his breath in anticipation as she walked around the master bedroom in awe of what he’d done in such little time, but then she stopped in her tracks.

Hung above the walnut dresser, she saw the framed picture of herself with her family and her certificates next to it. The very same she kept hung over her own dresser back at her place.

She put her hand over her mouth and felt herself get emotional. He’d hung her pictures. In his bedroom.

She wasn’t sure what it meant and she didn’t have time to consider the implications, but it stirred something deep inside of her.

The whole day had been a rollercoaster, really. She’d originally been setting herself up to be disappointed in case he didn’t show up to pick her up from the airport - which had fouled her mood completely. But then when she saw him with the beautiful bouquet of flowers… and now all of this? With her pictures and certificates hung, something so sentimental and dear to her… she was overcome.

She felt him walk in closer to her from behind, and then rest his chin over her shoulder. Her eyes welled up when she heard him murmur, “Maybe we can keep them there for good?”

Chapter 9

A/N: (@fkinavocado and @gurugirl here) yeah. he's perfect. sue us lol

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