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writerpeach · 4 years ago

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Roommates: Part Two

IZ*ONE Hyewon & Eunbi x Male Reader

10875 words

Categories: smut, threesome, oral, rough sex, mommy kink, dirty talk

18+

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“We only have one shot at this. Let’s make it count.”

Detective Kwon took point on the operation. Her primary focus was staring at rows of monitors in the back of a large unmarked van parked stealthily miles away from the destination. Overhead shots were displayed on the largest monitor, giving a full view of the target area - a luxurious white mansion housed the patriarch of the Goda clan, given the information Eunbi received was correct.

You lost track of how many hours you had occupied, only accompanied by Detectives Hyewon, with newly dyed blonde hair and Eunbi inside a hot van, waiting for just the right moment to strike. Your job was to give any details that would be helpful and to help confirm identities.

The surveillance van had more technology in it than your entire University’s expensive computer lab. Extensive audio feeds, LCD monitors everywhere giving as many angles as possible, speakers, and multiple laptops that could power a space station all created the perfect portable setup. Eunbi sat up front, monitoring everything, and aiding in preparation.

“Team one, do you copy?” Eunbi asked over a bluetooth headset she wore on her right ear.

“Yes, boss. We have eyes on the back entrance. Nobody has gone in or out since we’ve been here.”

“Team two, what do you have for me?”

“Can’t see much. There’s been no movement on our end.”

“Keep a lookout. I don’t want anyone getting spooked.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Team three?”

“Our drones are in the air, but the fog is killing visibility. Can’t get a good visual so we’ll have to almost exclusively rely on thermal. ”

“Do what you can.”

“This better work,” Hyewon said, shifting in one of the backseat chairs nervously.

“Dojima has been our information expert for years, he wouldn’t fail us now.”

Eunbi took a long deep breath as she pulled up cameras on two large screens, showing views on both front and back entrances and views of each team awaiting orders.

“On my mark, breach and clear. We want him alive,” Eunbi said.

“Go!”

The simultaneous thud of doors being forced open boomed through the van’s speakers, speeding your heart rate up. The audio feed went silent for a second before being replaced with windows being broken, voices shouting, and inaudible commotion. You expected more. No gunshots, no more yelling. Everything was silent.

“Team one, what’s your status? I need an update.”

Nothing but radio silence filled the van as you collectively held your breath and waited for an answer.

“Detective Kwon, there’s nobody inside. Place looks lived in but it’s been cleared out.”

“Son of a bitch!” Eunbi hissed.

“All rooms are clear, Detective. There’s nobody here.” “Those motherfuckers set us up. Check for hidden exits. I want this whole place checked.”

“What do we do now?” Hyewon asked.

“We’re back from square one. We figure out they knew we were coming, and where we go from here.”

“Team three, I want you to stay overnight in case they decide to come back. Team one and two you’re dismissed.”

“Understood.”

Eunbi took her headset off and angrily tossed it away, sighing in frustration.

“Sorry I couldn’t be of any use, Detective,” you said.

“Don’t be sorry, if anything you got us to this point to begin with,” Eunbi replied.

“Back to the office?” Hyewon asked.

“No, that’s the last place I want to be right now. It’s late and we’ve been here all damn day. For nothing.”

Eunbi rubbed her temple as she sank back in her chair.

"I've got a cabinet full of alcohol if you wanna crash at my place, boss,” Hyewon said.

Eunbi hesitated before answering, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“That sounds like exactly what I need. We’ll deal with this on Monday, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

✦✦

Hyewon keyed in the security code to her place and you and Eunbi followed her inside, slipping shoes off at the entryway. You sat down on the couch next to Hyewon while Eunbi took a moment to look over the place.

“You’ve decorated since the last time I was here,” Eunbi said, wandering and looking aimlessly.

“I have company now, I can’t live like a slob, boss.”

“You really don’t have to call me boss outside of work. Unnie will be fine.”

“Okay, unnie.”

“How has everything been going?” Eunbi asked, directing her attention towards you. “I know we said it would be just for a month, but with everything going on I’m afraid it’s going to be longer. I seem to be really bad at keeping my promises.”

“It was awkward at first, but Hyewon is very easy to talk to and get along with. I won’t mind living longer here, Hyewon has been very accommodating, I’ve even picked up a few cooking tips from her.”

Eunbi smiled. “That’s good to hear. Hyewon loves to cook as much as she loves to eat.”

“She’s really good at eating,” you said.

“Yes, she really is,” Eunbi said with a smirk as she sat down. Hyewon caught on quickly and got up embarrassed, heading into the kitchen to fetch drinks.

“Unnie, what are you in the mood to drink? Beer, wine?”

“Something strong,” Eunbi replied.

“How strong?” Hyewon asked.

“Strong enough to slap me across the face.”

“Uh, we have Tequila. Is that strong enough?”

“Yes, that’s perfect.”

“Ok, but I’m making cocktails, I don’t want anyone to get carried away.”

“Make mine a double then.”

Eunbi drifted her gaze over to you as she sat down and crossed her legs, flashing a flirtatious gaze.

“Have you settled into living with Hyewon?”

“Mostly. There haven't been any troubles at all, she’s very easy to live with.”

“That’s very good to hear, she’s such a sweetie.”

“She is.”

“Unnie, stop being nosy!” Hyewon whined as she brought a tray of drinks and set it down on the black coffee table in front.

“I was just trying to see how you’ve been treating our guest.”

“I have been nothing but an understanding host, isn’t that right?”

“Of course. Hyewon has been wonderful.”

Grabbing a drink and taking your first sip, you coughed at how strong it was, but soon the burn down your throat became refreshing.

“I hope we can find whoever tipped us off,” Hyewon said.

Eunbi rolled her eyes. “Please, can we not talk about work for once?”

Hyewon nodded apologetically. “Sorry, unnie. Of course.”

“This is really good,” you said, taking another large sip.

“It is. Our Hyewon really is multi-talented.”

“It’s not that big of a deal. I learned a few things in culinary school.”

You could feel the collective stress leaving the room as the three of you indulged into the strong drinks Hyewon had prepared. Shaking the glass a few times to evenly spread out the ice you took another drink, getting used to the taste.

“Now that I’m drinking, I guess I should be responsible tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch if that’s okay,” Eunbi said.

“The couch?” Hyewon repeated. “There’s a spare bed, you don’t need to do that, unnie.”

Eunbi tilted her head. “Spare bed? If I remember correctly your place only has two rooms, right?”

“That’s right. Two bedrooms, but we’ve been sharing the bed at night,” she said, as she realized what she was admitting halfway.

“Oh, you have been?” Eunbi laughed. “That explains why you’ve been coming in late more often,” she teased.

Hyewon turned red. “U-unnie! That’s not what I...I’m gonna go make another drink.”

She hastily got off the couch as Eunbi filled in the gap, scooting over as she finished her drink, placing it on the coffee table.

“She’s always been like that.”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Shy and adorable, ever since I met her. We’re all adults here, so there’s no shame in talking about it.”

“Everyone has their limits about what they’re comfortable about I guess.”

“That’s true. I’m just an open book.”

Hyewon returned and refused to make eye contact.

“Ah, Hyewon, I forgot to bring anything to sleep in tonight. Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Clothes? Don’t you usually sleep naked, unnie?” she responded. You nearly choked on your drink.

Eunbi smiled before she responded. “You’re right...but I’m just a guest here. I have to look presentable.”

“Why? He’s already seen you naked before hasn’t he?” Hyewon teased back.

“Guess you got me there,” Eunbi replied with reddened cheeks.

You sat there listening as the two beautiful detectives playfully teased each other back and forth while you nursed your cocktail, trying not to let it hit you all at once. It was tempting to go for another drink given the day's events, wanting to forget the failed operation. Finishing your drink and chewing on a piece of melting ice you rested it on the coffee table.

The living room clock showed it was just after 1 a.m. Still rather early or late in the morning depending on your perspective.

"So, Hyewon,” Eunbi said.

“Yes, unnie?” Hyewon perked up.

“I don’t think we’ve properly thanked our mutual friend for everything he’s done for us.”

Hyewon put her drink down. “We do owe him a lot. Even though nothing went as planned today, we never would have gotten to that point to begin with.”

The two women shared a look that was directed at you. “Keeping me safe is enough thanks, ladies.”

“Oh no, that’s just part of our jobs,” Eunbi said. “I think we personally need to show our appreciation.”

Eunbi began caressing your shoulder, and you were thankful that you had been drinking already.

“You’ve been so helpful, and we should return the favor.”

“That’s not really necessary,” you humbly said.

“Oh, but it really is,” Eunbi said, scooting closer to your body, gesturing for Hyewon to do the same, who changed places to your left side. Syncing their movements each woman moved and straddled one of your thighs as your heart started racing.

Eunbi made the first move, cupping your face and hesitated for a moment. Her gaze lingered on you as she leaned in and your lips merged, filling you with the sweet taste of her as the warmth of her soft lips pressed against your own.

“If you insist, Detective.”

“Detective? That’s much too formal,” Eunbi said as she caressed your hair.

“Eunbi is fine,” she paused. “But what I really like to be called... is Mommy.”

“Oh god, not this again,” Hyewon spoke out in annoyance. “Not everyone wants to call you that.”

“Maybe not everyone...but you’ll call me mommy won’t you?” She asked as she turned her attention towards you.

“I’ll call you anything you want. Mommy.”

Eunbi gave one more kiss against your lips, deeper and with more hunger. Not wanting to be left out, Hyewon tilted your head towards hers and gave you a chaste kiss of her own, the contrast in their lips enticing. Eunbi had thinner lips, Hyewon’s lips were plumper and fuller, while both had an incredible softness and warmth with their own distinctive unique taste.

The two of them looked at you as if deciding what they wanted to do, pondering their moves. Eunbi didn’t need much time as she removed her shirt, and the purple lace bra that covered up her huge full breasts became the focus of your attention.

“You can touch mommy all you want,” Eunbi said and you didn’t need to be told twice, running your hands up her body, feeling the tightness of her toned tummy as your hands wandered on their own to her chest, fondling her massive breasts through her bra.

Not wanting to be outdone, Hyewon removed her own top, her much smaller, but no less satisfying breasts were visible. With a quick movement of her fingers, her bra was unclasped, and bare breasts exposed as she cupped them, enticing you to dive in.

Starting at Hyewon’s sensitive neck you peppered her soft skin in kisses, hearing her softly moan as you moved down her chest, leaving a trail just below her collarbone. Looking into her eyes for a second you squeezed her breasts before bringing your lips to her nipples and sucking, hearing her sweet moans as you sucked on her soft pale tits.

Eunbi couldn’t handle being left out, and out of the corner of your eye you could see her slipping out of her bra, her pale tits exposed stopped you in your path.

“You like mommy’s tits better don’t you?” Eunbi playfully asked, giving out a moan as she pinched her own nipples. You sucked Hyewon’s tits for a few more seconds before hastily switching your interest to Eunbi’s chest.

“Unnie, you’re playing dirty,” Hyewon complained.

“I can’t help what I was born with,” she smirked, proud at how much bigger her breasts were. You planted several kisses on each of her pillowy soft tits and Eunbi ran her fingers through your hair, smiling sweetly. Licking stripes up her cleavage you flicked your tongue against each nipple, teasing each just a bit before sucking on them, letting out a noisy slurp.

“Mmm, baby, that feels good.”

Hyewon looked on patiently, trying to stave off her jealousy. You couldn’t help but moan as you sucked Eunbi’s tits, playing with her sensitive pink nipples and burying yourself into her deep cleavage, a warmth you didn’t dare leave.

“Mommy’s tits are so amazing,” you said, slurping on her hardened nipples and watching her pleasure as you did so, biting them gently as Eunbi gasped in pleasure. Alternating sucking on each of Eunbi’s delicious breasts you kept them in your mouth until her pink nipples became swollen and glazed with your wet saliva, keeping yourself fed with the taste and softness of her flesh and the way her pretty pink nipples fit perfectly in your mouth.

Nothing would keep you from sucking on them, not wanting your mouth to leave them but also not wanting to leave Hyewon out.

You feasted on each pair of scrumptious tits and gave them equal attention, moving back and forth between the delicious chests of each busty woman and didn't want to stop until your lips were numb.

“I still can’t get over how big they are,” Hyewon said, the envy in her voice obvious.

“Yours aren’t that bad either, Hyewon,” Eunbi responded.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, unnie.”

“I’m not, you agree right, baby?”

“Your tits are really nice too, Hyewon.”

“Nobody can compare to yours though, I can't even fully get my hands on them,” Hyewon pouted.

“It just means there’s more of them to go around,” Eunbi grinned, as if sending an invitation. Both of you teamed up on Eunbi’s tits, each taking one of her swollen breasts in your mouth and sucking, causing deep moans to escape from her. Hyewon was gentle while you devoured Eunbi’s tits, hungrily slurping and biting as if you were trying to satisfy your insatiable hunger for her big milky breasts.

Keeping your tongues and lips all over Eunbi's swollen pink nipples they became drenched in the combination of your saliva, her pretty moans were music to your ears, earning more with each second that passed.

As much as you loved teaming up to taste Eunbi, you soon became their focus, feeling the wet smack of their warm soft lips as each gorgeous woman took their time to kiss you, leaving their taste locked on your lips.

If that wasn’t enough, they turned and playfully kissed each other, leaving you to patiently watch every movement as their lips smacked loudly and both grabbed a handful of each other's supple bare breasts.

The two lustful vixens switched it up and turned the tables on you. Both took a side of your neck and planted their lips on your skin, sucking both sides of your neck deeply with the intention to leave love marks.

The two warm mouths pressed on your neck sucking heavily entranced you into a daze, and you barely felt a hand cupping your crotch, too crippled by their effect on you to see the culprit.

“Mommy can you feel your cock getting hard for us," Eunbi whispered, blowing hot air into your ear that made you shiver.

“We both want to make you feel good,” Hyewon said.

Giving your crotch a good firm squeeze, your lap was soon empty and the action kept on moving right in front of you. Running their hands all over each other's tight bodies, Eunbi made quick work of stripping Hyewon to her panties, and Hyewon returned the favor as they both knelt in front of you, eyeing the bulge in your pants they had created.

With Hyewon to your left and Eunbi to your right, they gave each other a playful look before working together to unbutton your pants, working quickly and yanking them off with your boxers, your hardened shaft introducing itself and throbbing freely.

Eunbi jumped the gun and took the liberty to play with Hyewon’s chest, earning a moan from her as she sucked on her round pale tits, taking her first taste of the night and sending even more blood flowing to your already stiff erection.

"Have some confidence, Hyewon, your tits are yummy."

“Unnie…”

“Now go on, Hyewon, show us what you’ve learned.”

Hyewon nervously smiled and leaned forward, taking your cock into her cold delicate hand and wrapping her fingers around it. She licked it more naturally this time, starting at the base of your shaft and dragging her wet tongue upwards until she reached your swollen tip, swirling around it mindlessly and giving a wet kiss on it.

Eunbi followed her lead, her tongue on one side while Hyewon mirrored the other, both women painting your hard shaft with their wet flattened tongues, before ascending on your tip and licking up against it, causing you to groan.

The two beautiful women on their knees for you wandered their tongues all over your shaft, not missing a spot before syncing back up and licking your swollen head, both hitting all the right spots, their touch driving you crazy.

"F-fuck," you moaned to their delight, going crazy at the intense pleasure already. You felt a hand fondling your balls and jerked abruptly, earning a pretty smile from Eunbi.

"They feel so heavy and full," Eunbi said as she kissed each one, grazing her cute nose against them.

Hyewon looked for approval, meeting the gaze of Eunbi. Without another word Hyewon licked her lips and parted them with your sensitive tip, taking you into her radiating warm mouth.

You moaned loudly at the softness of Hyewon’s plump lips as she sucked your tip gently, eyes looking up. Eunbi watched as Hyewon sucked you off, the pleasure of her wet mouth enveloping your shaft.

“You’re getting good at this," Eunbi said as she smiled. She brought her mouth to your balls, blowing her hot breath against your sack before delicately kissing and licking them.

"I love how sensitive you get," Eunbi said, licking turning into sucking as her soft lips tenderly slurped your balls one at a time, the double pleasure from each woman overwhelming your senses.

Hyewon's lips slid deeper, her tongue licking your underside as Eunbi's lips sucked your balls more forcibly, covering them in saliva as she rested a hand on your thigh, stimulating you more by digging her nails into your skin.

It was as if they were competing to give the most pleasure, not wanting to back down. Eunbi took your cock into her needy familiar mouth, sucking with such force you felt like you might pass out. Hyewon did not keep her mouth empty as she mirrored Eunbi’s earlier movements, gently sucking on your balls, both women eagerly to milk you dry it seemed.

“Fuck...you’re both amazing at this,” you groaned, and you were met with faster movements.

The difference in experience and techniques was immediately apparent. Hyewon's lack of expertise allowed her to take things slowly, but she couldn't take more than half your cock down her throat, instead focusing on sucking you off more sensually.

Eunbi was the opposite, proudly able and willing to take all of your cock down her warm throat, deepthroating with ease and sucked rapidly and messily. Both were pleasurable, and feeling the contrast of both as they switch back and forth, practically fighting over your cock drove you insane.

“Don’t be selfish, unnie, " Hyewon whined as Eunbi devoured your cock down her throat, sliding her lips in long smooth strokes from base to tip, showing off her lack of gag reflex. She was so messy that saliva spilled out of the corners of her mouth and dripped down to her huge tits, the sight arousing you even more.

You held the back of Eunbi's head and pushed her down your base, moaning needily as her throat tightened, slurping on every inch of your shaft while Hyewon kept her mouth full of your heavy balls, trying to learn how best to pleasure them.

"Mommy loves this cock," Eunbi hummed, and in response Hyewon forcibly stole it from her, the elder shooting a deadly look.

"Do you really think you can make him cum with this lousy blowjob?" Eunbi hissed, as she went back to work on your balls, lathering them up with her warm saliva and slurping loudly.

Hyewon sucked faster as a response, moving past her usual threshold and gagging as a result. Eunbi eyed her, watching her take more and more until her lips almost met your base, but retreating at the last moment as she coughed.

"It's okay, Hyewon, not everyone can be as good as me."

Hyewon cursed under her breath, only motivated by her unnie’s pitiful attempts to incite and dove back in. She didn't care how much she gagged, Eunbi wasn't going to show her up. Starting halfway, Hyewon took as much as she could before retreating, reaching a new point each time.

"You must like choking on that dick, huh? You sound really pretty when you gag on it, I think you could use some help though," Eunbi said as she grabbed the younger girl by the head and forced her down your base, increasing her gagging sounds and your pleasure.

Hyewon’s eyes went wide as Eunbi fucked her throat with your cock, not used to her mouth so completely stuffed that she couldn't help feel overwhelmed.

"Breathe through your nose, baby," Eunbi cooed as she roughly shoved her down all the way at the end of your cock, causing you to gasp and groan loudly.

"There we go, that's how you do it. Mommy is a good teacher isn’t she?”

Eunbi smirked as she continued her relentless use of Hyewon’s mouth, not letting up for a single moment, testing her gag reflexes and making her take you as deep as possible until she signaled that she had enough.

"Unnie!" Hyewon yelled as she gasped for air, wiping drool off her chin and using it to jerk off your cock.

"This is what you wanted right? To prove you were better?"

Hyewon ignored her and focused on your cock, licking it wildly.

"Prove it then. Finish him off," Eunbi encouraged.

Hyewon didn't back down even though she couldn't stop herself from gagging, she was determined. Her soft plump lips kissed the end of your base as your cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up.

"Fuck…Hyewon…"

Hyewon bobbed her head as she worked her magic in between your legs, slurping and sucking the life out of your cock. Eunbi was more than content to take a backseat, gently massaging your balls as she watched on.

"There you go, baby, doing such a good job. Empty those heavy balls and suck him dry," Eunbi demanded.

Hyewon looked straight ahead with a mouth full of cock, her innocent sparkling eyes glued to your own as she was prepared to drain you. Her wet full lips were sealed tight around your shaft, the sounds of her slurping every inch to try and earn your approval was far too much.

"Ah, fuck, Hyewon. I'm gonna fucking cum."

The duo smiled as you felt your limits being hit, your breathing weakening, and your balls tightening.

It wasn’t much longer as you felt your climax arriving, tightly grabbing the back of Hyewon’s head as you throbbed inside her mouth and erupted, flooding her throat with copious amounts of your hot cum.

Your orgasm took over your body as you continued pumping your thick load into the back of Hyewon’s throat, grunting with every spurt that released from your shaft.

Hyewon handled it well at first, but the more you came the more difficult it became for her as your load began spilling out of her mouth, too much for her to contain.

"Amateur," Eunbi said. "You shouldn't waste a single drop of his delicious cum.”

Your intense orgasm mercifully came to a halt and Hyewon's lips squeezed tight around your still throbbing shaft, ensuring everything had been milked out of you.

"There was so much, holy shit," Hyewon said while trying to talk with a mouth full of cum as she removed her lips from your cock, sliding her fingers around your shaft to make sure nothing was left.

"Show it, baby. Show us how much you made him cum."

Hyewon complied as she opened her mouth for all to see, revealing a thick white pool that had been deposited on her tongue.

"Swallow it," Eunbi demanded. It took more than one gulp, but Hyewon tilted her head back in satisfaction and opened her now empty mouth, displaying her wet pink tongue to confirm your load was now inside her stomach.

"Good girl," Eunbi purred as she began cleaning up drops of cum that spilled out of Hyewon’s mouth.

"Mommy has to do this because you couldn't handle such a huge load," she sighed, licking your shaft clean of every spilled drop, taking your tip into her warm mouth and sucking it clean, your sensitivity arousing her.

“How was it?” Eunbi asked as she made sure to not miss anything, jerking your cock off slowly as your body trembled with the aftershocks of your climax.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she licked her lips before answering. “Yummy.”

Letting go of your cock Eunbi licked her lips and fingers clean, sucking on them lewdly with each one making a loud pop.

"Hyewon and I are going to have some fun in the bedroom. Come join us when you're ready."

✦✦

It took a while to finish gathering your senses, catching your breath as you clutched a pillow to your chest. You rested on the couch for several minutes, waiting for your breathing to stabilize.

Aiding your recovery you downed a glass of ice water in one go, taking another deep breath and as you let it out you heard a sound in the distance that broke the silence. A loud, feminine moan, that you couldn’t quite figure out who the owner was.

The closer you got to the bedroom the louder the moaning got. Opening the door to your room and the bed you shared with Hyewon left you with an empty dark room as you closed the door and headed down the hallway, down into Hyewon’s actual bedroom.

“Oh fuck!” you heard crying out behind the shut door, feeling your heart beating faster as the voice became unmistakable as belonging to Hyewon.

Taking a breath you gently grabbed the handle and turned it as you were greeted with an unforgettable sight.

With just one lamp illuminating the room on the left side of the bed, you walked in to find a set of panties left in the middle of the floor and found Hyewon’s naked body sprawled out and holding on to the headboard for dear life.

Neither of the two women noticed your arrival. Eunbi was too preoccupied with having her head buried in between Hyewon’s naked thighs, rubbing at her core and devouring the writhing blonde.

“Nice of you to join us finally,“ Eunbi said as she held onto Hyewon’s flushed thighs, eating her pussy out like she had skipped an entire week's worth of meals. The sight of Eunbi making Hyewon an absolute mess brought your erection back to full hardness right away.

“Since this bed doesn’t get used anymore I figured it was a good place to start since you two haven’t defiled it yet.”

“Hey!” Hyewon protested, but any further complaints were drowned out by her whimpering moans.

“It’s a shame I left my handcuffs back at work,” Eunbi said. “You’d really be squirming right now.”

Eunbi continued her assault on the younger woman’s body, her tongue deep inside Hyewon’s pussy and lapping up all her juices liberally leaking from her spread thighs.

“Are you just going to stare at my ass all day?” Eunbi asked annoyed.

“Is that an option?” You fired back playfully.

“No. Don’t make me be the only one doing the work here.”

“But you’re doing such a good job, I’d hate to distract you.”

“Enough. Mommy wants that cock.”

It had been far too long since you had fucked Eunbi, and you weren’t going to keep her waiting as you climbed the bed, staring at the view before doing anything else. Kneeling behind her tight round ass you quickly tugged her thong off her full curvy hips, down her toned legs, and tossed it away.

You felt hypnotized by the pink glistening flesh in between her thighs, giving Eunbi’s ass a firm squeeze, her velvety cheeks felt so good against your palms as you lined your cock against Eunbi’s opening, feeling the heat radiating as an invitation.

“U-unnie, that feels so good,” Hyewon moaned, gripping the headboard even tighter. You prepared yourself to enter the oldest of the two busty women, spreading her thick thighs and looking down at her wet pussy that looked so damn inviting.

Running your cock up and down Eunbi’s pink wet slit, you took a deep breath before pushing in slowly and parting her wet flesh with your cock, being met by her intense warmth as you entered Eunbi once more, the feeling of her pussy even better this time.

You groaned needily as your tip disappeared inside Eunbi’s warm walls, and then pushed deeper inside her until you were halfway inside. She looked back, her eyes telling you to get on with it already. In one stroke you used your hips and gave Eunbi what she wanted, your whole shaft was inside her warmth, the slick of her walls gripping tight around your shaft and refusing to let go.

You watched Eunbi make an absolute mess out of Hyewon as you held to her perfect wide hips, slowly began pumping inside her, feeling her pussy swallowing your cock and lighting your senses on fire as you began to fuck her from behind.

Having experienced Eunbi in this position already you knew she liked it rough, giving her plump ass a loud slap as you thrusted deep, using your hips to establish a fast and steady rhythm.

“You’re so fucking tight, mommy,” you said, giving her ass repeated spanks as you began pounding into her pussy, the wet flesh wrapped around your cock squeezing even tighter with every thrust.

Eunbi wasn’t able to moan freely as she slurped and feasted on Hyewon’s delicious pussy, but you could tell from the way her body reacted to you that she was in love with what you were doing to her.

It was hard to comprehend what was happening. Pounding into Eunbi as she ate out another woman was heavenly, and it helped that the same woman was one you had slept with already and had become very close in every sense of the word. Hyewon was certainly dripping between her thighs, but the juices coming out of Eunbi’s tight hole certainly matched the youngest, allowing you to thrust as deep as you needed into the older detective with ease.

It didn’t take long until a trio of moans filled the room, the wet squelch of Eunbi’s hot flesh being driven into harshly caused her body to slam against Hyewon’s sensitive clit, turning her into an even louder, needier mess.

Eunbi felt even tighter than when you had fucked her in the interrogation room, her pussy so hot and tight and wet around you just wanted to ravage her until neither of you could walk in the morning.

"Baby, your cock feels amazing inside me. You like mommy’s tight pussy?" Eunbi asked.

“Y-yes, mommy. You’re so wet. “ you moaned and in response and upped your pace even faster, her pussy gripping your shaft so tightly it almost hurt.

The smack of your hips against Eunbi’s voluptuous ass was the sound you loved to hear, causing her soft flesh to ripple beautifully in time with each thrust, drilling into her with such aggression that caused the bed to shake in protest, earning higher muffled moans from her and giving one more slap on her beautiful ass.

“Mommy loves being spanked, don’t stop baby.”

“Unnie, you’re such a slut,” Hyewon teased, as you gave harsh hits to Eunbi’s soft bottom, trying to leave your handprints on both cheeks.

“Me? Because I know what I like? If I remember you were the one who jerked a guy off you met at work for not even five minutes.”

“Hey! I was curious and he was cute. It’s not my fault.”

“Not so innocent are you, slut?” Eunbi fired back, slurping on her folds and bringing two and then three fingers deep inside her cunt, eating her out without a care in the world other than shutting her up.

“Oh fuck unnie! I-I’m so close,” Hyewon whimpered, holding on to Eunbi’s head, desperately chasing her orgasm as she rocked her hips against her face, only encouraging Eunbi to furiously rub and slurp on her clit.

“Oh god..u-unnie, I’m cumming!”

With Hyewon practically screaming Eunbi’s name, you continued drilling Eunbi’s tight pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her all the way to Hyewon’s body as her thighs quivered around Eunbi’s face, as her toes curled and she came hard all over Eunbi’s pretty face.

Eunbi licked up everything that leaked between her legs, cleaning her folds and licking every inch of her stained thighs before Hyewon gently pushed her away off her.

“U-unnie, you’re so good at that,” Hyewon breathlessly said.

“I’m good at everything I do, baby,” she confidently smirked.

“Now rest up, Hyewonie,” she said as she looked behind her. ”As good as you feel inside me, mommy wants to ride your face.”

You didn’t want to retreat from the comforting warmth of Eunbi’s pussy, but given the alternative was having your face warmed with her powerful thighs it was quite worth the sacrifice.

Before using your face as a pillow Eunbi lifted herself into position, giving you a chance to admire every curve and inch of her immaculate beautiful skin as she sat down and locked her warm thighs around your head.

“You’ll make mommy feel good won’t you?”

“Of course. Anything for mommy.”

“Good boy,” Eunbi replied as she pushed her weight down and smothered you with her succulent pussy, her aroma intoxicating you as breathed hot air against her core and explored her folds with your tongue, licking her juices clean.

“Mommy tastes so good,” you moaned as Eunbi gyrated her hips and you felt her delicious juices smearing all over your lips, not missing a drop of her nectar.

While you fucked Eunbi’s tight hole with your tongue, she grabbed onto your head, pulling at your hair to shove you deeper inside her pretty cunt, leaving you sucking and licking her pussy, licking, slurping on her folds to give her the pleasure she deserved.

“That mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” Eunbi said as you looked up at the pleasure you were giving her, feeling her thighs squeezing tighter as she rode your face faster as you explored and stimulated every inch of her pussy.

Meanwhile, Hyewon stirred back to life, and while you alternated between trying to breathe and pleasuring Eunbi, you felt a cold delicate hand squeezing your cock, wrapping tightly around your shaft as she began stroking you slowly.

“I can’t believe you’re still so hard after cumming in my mouth,” Hyewon said, jerking off you at a slow rate.

“We just must turn him on that much,” Eunbi replied, her playful words quickly turned into lustful moans as you drove your tongue deeper into her cunt as her slick continuously leaked into your mouth.

You wondered her sculpted body with your hands while you continued to be smothered by her beautiful thighs. You grabbed onto her wonderful breasts, taking a handful and squeezing, pinching her hard sensitive nipples as she closed her eyes and her breathing hitched.

You could sense the tension in her body as you made out with her pussy, sucking her clit harshly. Juice leaked everywhere, drenching your tongue and lips as she tugged on your hair harder, trying to force you deeper inside her wet hole.

“F-fuck, baby, mommy’s g-gonna-”

Looking up at Eunbi you slurped her pussy loudly, still playing with her tits as you felt her thighs squeezing around your head as they vibrated violently and she came all over your face, gasping and moaning breathlessly as you were drenched in her delicious sweet nectar.

You helped her ride out her orgasm as the grip her thighs had on your head weakened, still trembling and shaking as she looked down between her and giggled at the mess she left deposited all over your face.

"You're so good with that tongue, baby. You made mommy cum so hard."

Eunbi gently climbed off your face and immediately crashed on top of Hyewon, their breasts mashing together as the older initiated a make-out session as you were able to breathe again.

“Now, do you think you can handle that dick?” Eunbi asked.

Hyewon pouted cutely. “Unnie, he’s fucked me before.”

“But you were in control the whole time, and I’m sure he was gentle. Do you think you can take his cock when he’s pounding your tight little pussy with it?”

Hyewon scoffed. “I’ll be fine, unnie.”

“We’ll see. How do you want her, baby?”

You didn’t hesitate for a second before you answered, knowing just how you wanted her.

“Bent over. I want you to watch me fuck her, mommy.”

“I’d be happy to, baby,” Eunbi responded, giving Hyewon one more lustful kiss.

“You heard him, Hyewon. Hands and knees,” Eunbi ordered.

Hyewon obeyed without delay like the innocent pup she who always obediently listened to Eunbi at work, this was no different. Her palms and knees placed flat on the black silk sheets, Hyewon laid her head down, lifting her scrumptious ass in the air.

She wasn’t as curvy as Eunbi, her thighs were a bit slimmer but her skin was just as soft, and her body wasn’t lacking in any way. Hyewon’a pussy was tighter, something Eunbi would kill you for saying had you the courage to admit it.

You could taste Hyewon’s anticipation as you lined your shaft up with her pussy, her pink pussy ready and waiting to be filled. As you ran your cock through Hyewon’s soft wet folds, you gasped at the feeling of her wet flesh as you pushed against it, groaning at how tight she was as you entered her pussy.

Pushing in deeper and earning a loud needy moan, you felt the tight clench of her walls squeezing the life out of your cock. Hyewon’s much tighter pussy and lack of experience being penetrated meant you really had to take your time so you didn’t hurt her, but you had a feeling she was going to enjoy the fucking she was about to take.

“She’s fucking tight isn’t she?” Eunbi asked, positioning herself behind your body as she draped an arm around your chest.

“She is. I feel like I can barely fit.”

"The first time I fingered her I could barely slip one finger inside. Make sure you stretch out her nice and wide.”

“I will, mommy.”

Not wanting to disappoint either woman you pushed in deeper, parting Hyewon’s pussy wider as half of your length rested inside. When she was on top it was easy for her to take as much as she wanted to, but being bent over in this vulnerable position you felt there was much more resistance, her almost uncomfortable tightness struggling to take you all in.

“F-fuck, you’re so big,” Hyewon cried out, as she tried adjusting to your length, Eunbi smirking proudly at the struggle she was facing already.

“He is right? Are you sure you can handle him? He’s going to be able to fuck you much deeper in this position.”

“Unnie, shut up. I can handle it,” Hyewon snapped back.

“Well, you heard her. Fuck her, baby.”

Not even letting your cock enter the deepest part of her pussy, you placed your hands on her soft supple asscheeks and you established a gentle rhythm, using your hips as you slowly fucked Hyewon from behind, her wet walls squeezing you with the tightest grip possible.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned loudly.

“Take it nice and slow,” Eunbi whispered into your ear. “And when you think she’s ready, fucking pound her.”

“Yes, mommy.”

Encouraged by her instructions, you took things at a slow pace, savoring her wet flesh wrapping around your shaft, Hyewon whimpered and whined and moaned needily as you pumped slowly inside her.

“How’s that pussy feel, baby?” Eunbi asked as she began peppering your neck with delicate soft kisses.

“It feels really good, mommy.”

Even halfway inside Hyewon felt so tight and warm, her heavenly soft flesh squeezing your cock as you gave short, shallow thrusts, building up the pace.

“You feel so good inside,” Hyewon moaned, as you moved your hands to her hips, watching your cock disappearing between her supple ass. With every thrust it became easier to move in and out of Hyewon, stretching her tight little hole little by little, making her wetter at the same time.

Words couldn’t describe how tight Hyewon felt, even after a few minutes of moving in and out her she still was a tight fit, her exceptionally tight pussy suffocating your shaft. You used your fingers to rub at her clit, creating whinier moans to escape her lips as you created more wetness around your shaft, aiding your penetration.

Soon after you were able to stretch her out enough to be able to take more of you, and you let out a satisfied grunt as you fully entered her, bottoming her out with your cock as you withdrew, leaving half of you impaled inside her tight warm cave.

“H-harder,” Hyewon softly whimpered, her words barely audible.

“What was that?” Eunbi asked.

“I-I want to be fucked harder,” Hyewon said.

“Speak up, baby, we can’t hear you.”

Hyewon took a deep breath. “Harder. Fuck me. Harder,” she said, every word this time crystal clear.

“You heard her, baby. Go wild.”

You hadn’t heard a better set of words all day. Growing frustrated with the slow tedious pace, you were happy to be able to fuck Hyewon at your whim, quickly settling into a much more natural pace that you were used to.

Hearing the pleasurable sounds of flesh against flesh as your hips smacked against Hyewon’s ass, you took advantage of being able to freely fuck her, squeezing her hips as you slammed into her tight hole.

Hyewon scrambled to grab handfuls of the sheets as you opened her up, her moans increased alongside your speed.

“She said she can take it, baby, so make her take it. Every inch.”

You grabbed onto Hyewon’s arms and pulled them behind her, holding her delicate wrists as you fucked her hard from behind, her body being pulled upright just a bit as you went wild and hammered into her cunt.

You made sure to be deep as possible in this position, as Hyewon’s ass jiggled with every thrust as did her breasts, her cheeks clapping together rhythmically as her whines and whimpering moans grew louder and deeper as did the harsh smacking of flash together.

Eunbi swung your head around so she could plant deep kisses on your lips, taking some of the focus away as you pounded away into Hyewon’s pussy, pistoning your hips without a care as sweat began dripping down your forehead.

“Keep pounding her, baby. Don’t stop fucking our little slut until she can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

You felt Hyewon tighten at Eunbi’s use of the word slut and wanted to test it out yourself.

“Do you like when I fuck you this deep, baby?” you asked.

After moments of groans and gasping Hyewon responded. “Y-yes, your cock feels so big inside me. I feel so filled.”

“You like being fucked like a slut?”

Hyewon tightened again. “I-i’m not a slut! Not like, Unnie-” she protested.

“You’re not? If I remember correctly you sucked my cock the first week I moved in here.”

“It was because you were always hard in the morning! I felt bad for you.”

Eunbi laughed. “Felt bad, or felt horny?” she said.

“U-unnie! I’m not a slut!”

“That’s not what your body says right now. I can feel how fucking wet you are, Hyewon. Your tight little pussy loves my cock.”

“I-i just wanted to help out. To return the favor, that’s all-”

“Then you won’t mind if I stop fucking you and fuck Eunbi instead?”

“N-no! Please! I’m already close, please don’t stop!”

You dropped her arms and they collapsed against the mattress. “Admit it then.”

“I-i can’t, I’m not-”

You slowed down your pace considerably, Hyewon whimpered even more.

“P-please, baby! I’m almost there.”

“Then maybe you should admit it. We both know you’re not as innocent as you pretend you are,” Eunbi said.

Hyewon pondered for a moment as you barely moved inside her. “Fine. I-I’m a slut. I loved sucking your cock in the morning, and I loved when you came inside me.”

“Was that so hard?” Eunbi asked. “Do you want him to cum inside you again?”

“Y-yes!”

“Then tell him, baby.”

“P-please cum inside me! I want you to pound me and fill my tight little pussy!” Hyewon begged.

You smirked and resumed your harsh pace, running your hands up her tight sweaty body and cupping her breasts, squeezing them and feeling her hard nipples brushing against your palms as you drilled yourself into her.

“I’m gonna cum!” Hyewon abruptly said as you felt her walls squeezing you the tightest they ever had.

“Then fucking cum,” you growled impatiently in response.

You took a bit of pride in seeing Hyewon like this, her innocent demeanor completely broken down and replaced with lustful desire and need.

With your hands full of her wonderful warm breasts, you felt her pussy pulsating around you and Hyewon screamed as she came all over your cock, her voice hitting an octave you didn’t even think it could go as her juices saturated her thighs, your shaft, and the bedsheets underneath. So much for not defiling the bed, you thought to yourself with a snicker.

Her body weakly shook as the aftershocks fired off like bullets, each wave of pleasure threatening to make her whole body collapse.

“Your turn, baby. You better fill her up,” Eunbi demanded.

You were already on the brink, and with Eunbi’s words along with the look of desperation Hyewon shot at you, there wasn’t much you could do to hold out. Teetering on the verge of exhaustion, you gave everything you had as you hooked both of Hyewon’s arms and brought her upright, feeling her sweaty back pressed up against your chest as you pounded her pussy.

“Take it all, baby. Take all my cock you fucking slut,” you hissed, the words seemingly appearing out of nowhere as you buried yourself deep inside Hyewon’s dripping cunt. Without anything to grab on to, Hyewon was at your mercy, fucking her with the last remaining shred of energy you had, your carnal desires fueling your urge to absolutely ruin her.

Without another word you came inside Hyewon, feeling a sense of relief as you sent your thick hot cum inside her, throbbing and groaning with every single spurt until she was pumped full of your plentiful load.

“You did so well,” you whispered to Hyewon weakly, as you released her and she collapsed to the bed in front and you followed as you pulled out, your sticky cum staining her thighs as you equally gasped for air.

"Look how much you came, baby," Eunbi said as her view was on the semen dripping out of Hyewon as you crashed on the side of the bed next to her, struggling to breathe with any kind of regularity.

"Don't move a muscle, Hyewon," Eunbi ordered, as she bent down between her thighs, and began licking her clean.

"U-unnie," Hyewon softly whimpered as Eunbi cleaned up the mess you had just left inside her, slurping your load directly from Hyewon’s freshly fucked pussy and greedily swallowing it all, rekindling the fire in your loins and bringing you back to full hardness, something Eunbi took notice of.

“Don’t relax yet, baby. You still need to give mommy your cum.”

Hyewon crashed to her side exhausted as you laid down in anticipation of what Eunbi had planned.

"Mommy wants to ride that cock," Eunbi said as she pounced on your body and you felt her naked thighs straddling your waist, caressing your sweat misted skin and smiling sweetly.

"Just relax and let mommy do all the work."

Her gaze relaxed you as she kissed you again, this time more lustfully, biting your lower lip and holding on. She grabbed your cock, slickened with the juices of both women and stroked it carefully, teasing her silky wet folds with it.

“You’re still throbbing for me, baby. Does mommy turn you on this much?”

“Yes, mommy. You’re so sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so, baby,” Eunbi said shyly, still teasing her warm flesh with your leaking cock.

“What do you like about me, baby?”

“Your pretty eyes. Your sexy hips. Your amazing tits. Your soft thighs. I love everything about you, mommy.”

Eunbi blushed. “You’re so sweet, baby. I hope you still have some cum stored up in those balls. Mommy wants to ruin you.”

“Please do, mommy.”

With your tip still aimed at her tight entrance, Eunbi lifted her hips up and slowly sank down onto your cock, parting her wet flesh and impaling herself. She took the first few inches of your shaft at first, and then slipped every part of you inside her with ease as if showing off and moaning freely at being so full.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Eunbi moaned loudly, resting her delicate soft hands on your chest. You grabbed onto her waist and stared at her magnificent figure, your mouth drooling over every sinful curve of her body so sculpted to perfection as you eagerly anticipated her next move.

“You’re so wet, mommy.”

“All because of you, baby,” Eunbi replied with a charming smile as she began slowly moving her hips, taking you in and out of her body at a delicate pace. Your mind went numb at the warmth and tightness enveloping your shaft, her pussy gripping on tight as if to tell your cock it wasn’t going anywhere but inside her.

Eunbi threw her head back as her pace increased and she created a steady rhythm, rolling her hips as she rode your cock, taking you to the hilt with every bounce. She was in control in more ways than one, not for her comfort but for yours, only giving as much pleasure as she dictated you needed.

With her pretty hands still resting upon your chest, her nails began digging into your skin as the look in her eyes became more devilish.

“Mommy loves your cock,” she said as she picked up the pace, her warm thighs smacking against yours, as you felt mesmerized by the way her huge breasts bounced.

Eunbi grew tired of her sensual nature and began slamming herself against your shaft, her tight cunt dripping juices each time she was filled to the hilt, She became more and more aggressive by the second, leaning her body forward to kiss and lick your neck before blowing hot air in your ear.

“Hyewon might get to fuck you while you live together, but mommy owns this cock. She’s just borrowing it when I’m not around.”

“It belongs to you, mommy.��

“Don’t either of you forget that,” she said as she violently rode your cock, her warm skin slapping against your own flesh as her cunt was repeatedly penetrated as deep as possible, riding with vigor as her ass plump bouncing wildly against your cock.

“Mommy needs these balls drained, baby. You’ll give mommy your cum, won’t you?”

“Y-yes, mommy. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, mommy. Anything.”

“What if mommy wants to keep riding you after you cum?”

“Then mommy can keep riding me as long as she wants.”

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Eunbi asked as she grabbed your hands and placed them on her tits. You nodded and squeezed them both, playing with her hard nipples with your fingers.

“You like mommy’s tits, don’t you?”

“I love them. Your tits are so amazing, Mommy.”

Liking what she heard, Eunbi grabbed the back of your head and brought her chest to your face, smothering you with her delicious breasts. The soft flesh of her heavy tits against your face felt so comforting and heavenly, you never wanted them to leave.

“Oh fuck, baby, mommy might cum soon.”

You loved every moment, every sensation sent through your body. You didn’t mind Eunbi using you to get off, you wanted nothing more but to please her.

Eunbi rode you so hard that you were sure the bed was going to break, clearly enjoying vigorously using your cock.

“Unnie, don’t break him,” Hyewon teased as she rested her tired body up against Eunbi, burying her face into the crook of her neck.

“All rested up for round two?” Eunbi asked. Hyewon tiredly shook her head.

“No, I just wanted to play with these,” Hyewon said as she felt up her chest, cupping her breasts softly and giving a gentle squeeze, stealing the large mounds from the comfort of your face and into her own hands.

“Don’t be selfish, Hyewon,” Eunbi said. The two exchanged saliva as their lips met and tongues clashed, Hyewon giving into the older woman.

Eunbi’s juices vigorously flowed out of her cunt, the added stimulation of Hyewon’s hands exploring her chest, pinching her nipples brought her new uncontrollable pleasure that she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Is mommy going to cum?” Hyewon asked, surprising the room by warming up to the use of Eunbi's insistent title.

“I am,” Eunbi softly said, laughing at Hyewon’s use of the word.

“Cum for us, mommy,” Hyewon innocently said, and it seemed to trigger Eunbi’s second climax of the night as she slipped into a euphoric trance as all her senses were shaken, tightening around your cock and leaking enough juices to almost slip out of her.

Once she came down from her high, you felt the enthusiastic bounce of her hips as she intended to draw out your own climax as Hyewon still clung to her body.

“I forgot how needy you are after you cum,” Eunbi teased. “I-i’m not-” Hyewon protested, proving the opposite as she kissed Eunbi’s shoulders.

“Are you close baby?” Eunbi asked as she grabbed your hands and interlocked your fingers with hers, pinning your arms above your head. “If not you will be,” she smirked.

“Cum inside mommy,” she demanded as she gave her all, slamming herself down with the only intention to drain you. Her hair was out of place, sweat dripping all over her body, making her jiggling breasts look even more appetizing, she had never looked sexier. Eunbi was in total control of you, and you were going to finish inside her whether you wanted or not, not that you ever would have rejected that idea.

You laid there helplessly as Eunbi rode your cock without mercy, her sweaty thighs slapping against your own as you struggled to gather your senses, waiting for the inevitable as the pressure in your abdomen grew.

“M-mommy, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, every syllable difficult to form as they left your lips. Her eyes lit up in anticipation. You didn’t hold on anymore, not that you could, but you stared into Eunbi’s eyes and the lustful look that demanded your release sent you over the edge.

“Cum for mommy,” she said as if those three seductive words were the final bit of permission you needed. You groaned needily as your throbbing cock exploded inside her, filling up her walls as she drained the final spurts of cum left just for her, somehow equally as much as you had given Hyewon.

“Such a good boy,” she said as she kissed your forehead. You wondered if she was going to keep going, keeping you to your word of not stopping but mercifully she seemed satisfied.

Giving you a few moments to rest she slowly and gingerly lifted her body off of your cock an inch at a time, the three of you watching the dripping thick load leaked between her thighs, the result of your combined juices seeping out.

Hyewon looked in awe. “I can’t believe you can still cum so much. “

“I have that effect on people,” she proudly boasted. You laid there barely able to move, twitching as you felt their mouths returning to your cock, lips and tongues cleaning up your shaft and running all over your drained balls.

Moments after you passed out from exhaustion.

✦✦

The morning after was a blur. You arose before anyone else, still wondering if the night before was a wonderful dream that you unfairly never acted out. The mess of stained sheets and naked limbs surrounding you and the weight of both gorgeous women perched on your chest thankfully meant everything became a reality, but you still pinched yourself just in case.

"Good morning…" you heard a voice softly say sleepily.

"Good morning, mommy," you responded as you saw Eunbi waking up.

"I love when you call me that," she said as she left sweet tender kisses on your chest. "It turns me on so much."

"Did you sleep well, mommy?" you asked, repeating the word.

"I did, baby, thanks to you. I'm still wet though, just thinking about you."

Eunbi’s pretty fingers ran through out of place strands of your hair, playing with them.

"And it looks like you're excited this morning thinking about mommy," she said as she grabbed your cock and stroked slowly. You moaned at her touch and she smiled devilishly.

"Maybe mommy should jerk you off right here."

"We shouldn't wake her."

"Hyewon? She'll be out for a while, you really did a number on her."

"Still, I'd hate to disturb her."

"How about a quickie in the shower while she rests?” Eunbi asked.

"Now that's a great idea." You carefully removed yourself from underneath Hyewon, trying not to wake her. Eunbi literally grabbed you by the dick and led you to the bathroom, letting the water get as hot as it could before stepping inside.

You didn’t know what it was about both women that seemed to love their scalding hot showers, but you weren’t going to question it given the view in front of you.

Not long after you wettened you hair, Eunbi turned the shower into her own erotic show as she soaped up her voluptuous body and lathered up her massive tits. Knowing you couldn’t divert your eyes she played with her own nipples, pinching and pulling on them as she moaned and you quickly felt yourself growing hard as a rock.

“You like watching mommy get clean?” Eunbi asked as she bit her lip. Before you could answer the shower door opened and Hyewon joined the fun.

“Hey! You started without me,“ she frowned.

“You looked so peaceful, we didn’t want to wake you,” Eunbi said.

"Nice excuse, unnie. You just wanted his cock to yourself."

"You caught me red-handed. And what happened to mommy?"

Hyewon blushed and turned shy.

“Just clean me, " Eunbi said.

You couldn’t help but feel they were teasing you, soaping up each other's bodies and kissing each other at the same time as the water ran down their flushed skin. As always, Eunbi felt the need to up the ante, using her knee to spread Hyewon’s wet thighs and grinding against her core.

“F-fuck, mommy-” Hyewon moaned.

“You wanna ride mommy’s thigh don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes, mommy,” she desperately responded, trying to force any bit of friction she could against Eunbi’s muscular toned thigh. Eunbi allowed it for a few moments, finding it cute how needy she always was as she brought her fingers to her breasts, playing with Hyewon’s swollen sensitive nipples before grabbing her hips and ceasing her movements.

“You shouldn’t cum before our guest does,” Hyewon whined but didn’t voice a complaint.

She grabbed Hyewon by the ass and pulled her towards her body, their wet soapy breasts mashing together.

“Hyewon.”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Follow my lead.”

Eunbi knelt on the shower’s tile floor, Hyewon quickly followed, both stroking your cock. Eunbi angled her body to the side as the water ran over your chest. Soaping up her tits even more, she grabbed your cock and placed it in between her soapy cleavage, wrapping her breasts around your shaft.

She didn’t move yet, and Hyewon caught on quickly, matching her position on the opposite side with her wet breasts smothering the other side of your shaft. You realized what exactly was about to happen, and nothing could prepare you for it.

They flashed each other a look, and the moment they started moving together you absolutely lost it as they created friction, sandwiching your cock in between the heavy warm flesh of their tits.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, and they both let out gasps at the result of their sensitive nipples grinding against each other. As if that weren’t enough, Eunbi leaned in to take a kiss from Hyewon who returned her advances, as the two messily sucked each other's faces.

You had no doubt in your mind that this is what heaven was like.

“Like that, baby?” Eunbi said.

“You have no fucking idea.”

They both giggled and watched as you lost your mind even more. You didn’t dare close your eyes for a second, keeping your eyes glued to the way their perfect tits assaulted your cock, struggling to keep your composure as the intense pleasure spiked through every bit of your body.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last very long.”

“Mommy wouldn’t expect you to.”

Just a few more moments was all you could handle, the warmth of both of their breasts squeezing and massaging your cock was too much. You throbbed in between them as you groaned loud enough to echo around the shower walls as you filled up their cleavage with cum and painted their pretty faces and they proudly wore your warmth on their features.

The two shared a series of giggles before Eunbi licked your sticky warmth off Hyewon’s face, the younger returning the favor before licking each other's faces clean, kissing each other with cum-stained lips and eagerly swapping your load.

They kissed your depleted shaft as you weakly leaned yourself against the shower’s cold tiles, forcing your eyes open as Hyewon rode Eunbi’s thigh to completion and Eunbi gushed all over Hyewon’s slim fingers in a matter of moments.

The three of you dressed and dried off in relative silence, recovering from the events of the past 24 hours.

“What happens now? With the case?” you asked.

“We don’t exactly know ourselves. We’ll have to figure out what happened, what went wrong, and if our information was inaccurate. This is a huge setback,” Eunbi said.

“We’ll be spending most of next week recovering from this. And we were so close too,” Hyewon frustratedly said.

“It can’t be helped, these things happen sometimes and we’ll have to prevent it from happening again,” Eunbi reassuringly replied.

“No more talk about work. How about some breakfast, Hyewon?”

“Right away. How does pancakes sound?”

“Amazing,” you said.

“Make an extra batch. We’re going to need to save up our energy for later.”

✦✦

“Hey. It's me. No, they don’t have any idea. Fucking idiots. Their operation was a failure in every possible way.”

“No, it was thanks to you too, boss. Yes, the account number is still the same. I can’t show you my gratitude enough, I’ll be able to pay off these fucking loans finally. “

“I’m not sure, I’m sure they’re scrambling like chickens with their head cut off. I’ll be able to find out more on Monday. Yes, I’ll be careful. I’ll see you in a week. “

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Title: Love, Maybe? {33}**

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Fluff, Angst, NSFW 😁

Word Count: 10.3K 😳

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

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Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 33: Ready?

-Vixen-

“Hello, earth to Vixen!”

You shook your head and noticed your friends and Nexus staring at you. You’d zoned out—again. You’d lost track of how many times your mind drifted.

“Hey, yeah.”

“Hey, yeah? What the hell was that? where were you just now?”

You shook your head and rubbed your forehead. “It was nothing. where were we?”

They looked at you as if you’d grown a second head. “We were talking about how fine your baby daddy is,” Angie blurted out.

“Oh boy, here we go.”

“Yes, here we go. To think your disappearance act that night in Vegas was more than you being a workaholic choosing work over fun. You were off getting your back blow—wait, can he blow backs? He is white.” They all laughed, and you took the opportunity to take a long sip of your half and half iced tea lemonade. You really didn’t want to divulge any details about your sex life. You almost laughed because it had been years since you’d gotten any sort of blowing out of your back.

“You’re quiet. Oh my god, white boy can lay pipe Vixen?” Jia’s tone was full of shock, and it matched the bugged-out eyes of all your friends.

“Why do you look so surprised? Have you guys heard the rumors about him over the years? I can pull them up right now,” Drea added as she took up her phone and scrolled.

You were suddenly filled with dread as well as a strange level of curiosity. Over the years, you purposely stayed away from a lot of fodder that surrounded him. You couldn’t stay away from the movies and everything about that part of it, but anything personal you kept away from like the plague.

“Okay, so for the last threeish years, he’s been a little quiet, but there have been girls. Jessie that was a fling that lasted a few months, but she told anyone that would listen about him being her ideal guy. She even talked about the sex said he was the best she’d ever had. Sarah, not much info on that one, but she’s pretty. There are rumors about a string of flings that he’s kept pretty low key, and one named Lita, they had been together most recent a few weeks ago,” she finished.

“Wow, he’s a whore.”

“Every saint had a past, and every sinner has a future. I don’t think we should judge him based on tabloid fodder,” Nexus voiced. She looked at you, giving you a stern eye that said ignore it.

“Saint, sinner, doesn’t matter to me. I am just trying to get some deets on how Captain America’s stroke game is,” Angie clarified.

“Guys. It was years ago, who remembers that far back?”

“If it were good dick, I’d remember it on my death bed and tell all you hoes about it,” Drea chimed.

You shook your head and looked around the restaurant you were at. It screamed authentic Boston. It screamed lowkey but didn’t gimp on modern luxuries. The wooden tables looked like fine red cedar; the glass top roof gave the space an airy and warm glow thanks to the afternoon sun, and the scattered potted plants gave the restaurant great pops of color. Looking around at the faces of the diners you could tell they were enjoying the food as well as the ambiance of the place and that made you like it even more.

“Vixen!”

You looked at them. You’d once again drifted off. Only this time, it wasn’t to thoughts of Chris it was to thoughts of a restaurateur. If it wasn’t one, it was the other.

“Sorry I got lost. This place is great.”

“Could you stay present and not drift off to work land?” You rolled your eyes at Joan. She should have been the one to get it; she was the one who’d gone to culinary school with you. She did the same thing all the time. That was one of the reasons you got along well; she knew what you were going through.

“I would stay present if you all weren’t so damn nosy about what kind of dick game my kid’s father has,” you blurted out, the stress of everything was compressing on you.

“Let’s get off the topic of dick,” Nexus suggested.

“We will, she just has to admit one thing,” Angie began.

“What Ang?”

“You know and remember what kind of dick game he has.” You smiled though you tried not to. This wasn’t a smiling matter. You’d always worried about the day they found out who Ella’s dad was. You worried because you knew they would be like this.

“Fine. I know and remember—kind of the kind of dick game he has. What I will not do is talk about it.”

The four of them booed you while you and Nexus laughed. Your phone chimed in your bag, and you dug for it. Your first thought was something was wrong with Ella. This was the first time Chris was left with her. Your parents were close by, but for the most part Ella was his responsibility. When you looked at the screen you saw a message from Kassius.

MSG Kassius: Second wave of publicity starts in a few days. The first batch of pictures we took will suffice for now, but soon we need to do reshoots to push that ASAP. When will you be back in LA?

MSG: A few more days. Four tops. I’m still dealing with a few things.

MSG Kassius: Okay. If it works, I can set up for you to get reshoots in Boston. The team can be out there in twenty-four hours and get it done in one afternoon.

MSG: Yeah, that actually can work. I don’t want to hold the timeline up anymore.

MSG Kassius: It’s fine, Vixen. We are right on schedule. The team has been doing excellent promo work, and I hear lots of whispers and interest in you. I think you are about to blast off fame wise.

Your heart sunk a little. You hadn’t thought about fame when you decided on all of this. Fame was not what you were after. In San Francisco, you’d passed up on huge partnerships because the idea of fame was terrifying especially with Ella and your situation then. Now your situation was much more precarious. You didn’t know if fame was the best thing.

MSG Kassius: I’ve been getting calls from the head bosses at Food Network.

Again, your eyes bugged out.

“Food Network? Holy shit!”

MSG: Food Network? As in cooking shows Food Network?

MSG Kassius: Yeah. One of the executives saw you at Culinary Expo said you did a cooking segment and loved it. He says you have something. I wasn’t going to tell you until they requested a meet, but cat’s out the bag.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Someone at Food Network saw your segment at the expo and was now in talks for god knows what.

MSG Kassius: I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything about it. As for the team and the reshoots, how about the day after tomorrow?

MSG: Yeah, I’ll confirm before then.

MSG Kassius: All right, thank you. Get back to it.

You were so stunned you weren’t even hearing your friends.

“What is going on with you?”

“That was Kassius, the guy I’m working with. He just told me there was an Executive from Food Network that was at the expo, and they saw my segment and liked it, so now there may be talks about something.”

They all squealed and clapped bringing all the eyes in the restaurant to you. Your smile was so broad that it almost matched how big your embarrassment was. They swarmed you with hugs and congratulations and even more questions about what it meant. You had no answer. You didn’t know.

After another hour at the restaurant, the six of you were now checking out the types of shopping the area had. You found a few things for Ella and thought about finding a new outfit, but you didn’t know how you’d explain it to them. You knew they wouldn’t just leave it as you wanting to get a new outfit, they would badger and press and be invasive, and you didn’t have any more mental space. You were processing a lot.

In a few hours, you were going on a date with your daughter’s father, who happened to be your ex-husband. This date was happening years after you’d met, slept together, had a child together, and divorced. You wanted to laugh at the mere thought of your entire situation. You’d jumped over every step and went right to the endzone. Now it felt like you were backtracking to dot your I’s.

You didn’t know what you were doing. You always knew what you were doing—always. You were in unchartered territory, and you knew it. Once you realized you were still attracted to him, you’d entered unchartered territory. You didn’t know precisely how to be or what to say. You just knew you had an overwhelming desire to jump his bones.

Before you knew it, you and Nexus were at their hotel helping them pack up so they could get to the airport. As you watched them dance around and act ridiculous you were grateful for each of them. Yeah, they drove you absolutely bat shit crazy, and they were loud and often times hella uncensored to the point of embarrassment, but they had good hearts and were always there when you needed them. You were born with one sister, but you’d discovered four more.

At the airport, the goodbye was short and sweet. You thought you’d get away without one of them giving their unwarranted advice, but you were wrong. Joan was the one to turn back to give you one last hug. It was a hug that lasted a little longer.

“You have a beautiful brain that loves to overthink and loves to ignore and avoid. It’s part of your charm. You also have a beautiful heart; it’s big and kind and broken. You can’t live with a cold heart Vix. You can’t live by shutting people out and never letting anyone in. All you have to do is let the right one in.”

When she pulled back and looked at you, there was an “ah-ha” moment between you. You knew she’d caught the nature of yours and Chris’ relationship, knew she’d picked up on whatever was drifting around the two of you whenever you were near each other. In the glance that lasted a few moments the two of you understood each other. She walked off to catch up to everyone else, and you and Nexus got into the car and headed back to the house.

When you walked inside, you expected to see chaos, but it was all quiet. As you walked around the house looking for Chris and Ella every expectation was not met. You expected to see nothing but mess, hear nothing but screams or cries, but every turn you didn’t find that. You were met by more quiet and calm. When you got to the back you expected to see them in the pool, but they were not in the pool. You walked further into the yard and saw Chris and Anthony playing with Ella. Both of the masculine men were wearing brightly colored princess costumes. You and Nexus stopped in your tracks and looked at each other with your jaws dropped.

Anthony wore a yellow Belle costume with full-on Burnett wig. He was sitting at table decked out with teacups, flowers, pastries, and a few other items.

“What the hell--,” Nexus began.

Chris was walking around the table dressed as Rapunzel, but the one from Tangled. He also wore a wig, but it was blond and ridiculously long, so long he had the braid wrapped around his arm. He was serving tea to Ella, who was dressed as Ariel but wore items of Tiana’s as well. From the distance you stood, all you could hear was the high pitched voices of Anthony and Chris as they chattered along with Ella. You looked to Nexus again, who had her phone out and was filming the entire thing. The smile on her face was huge.

“I’m gonna marry him.”

Your head snapped to her again. Nexus never brought up the “M” word. She always said she was not the marrying kind. This was a first, and you knew she meant it. You’d be surprised if their relationship didn’t lead there at some point. They were extraordinarily compatible and similar. Half of you marveled that after such little time someone could know something so important. It was as if their hearts recognized each other the minute they met, and everything was pulling them together. You almost laughed as the thought popped into your head that if you and Chris had done things differently then maybe Nex and Anthony may have already been married.

The closer you got, the more you could hear.

“Oh, princess Ariel Tiana, this tea is just delightful,” Chris informed in a high-pitched tone that you were sure was supposed to resemble a woman’s voice.

“I have to agree with our dear friend Rapunzel, can I call you rap girl? Your name is so long,” Anthony responded in his own high-pitched voice. He was sitting to the side of the chair with one shoulder poked out ad his head angled up. It screamed attitude.

“Of course, rap has a nice ring to it.

“Thank you, sis,” Anthony finished.

Ella nodded her head and took a sip from the cup.

“Goo tea sis.”

You and Nexus busted out laughing, unable to hold it any longer. The “sis” took you out. All eyes went to the two of you. It was then you noticed the two men had very badly done makeup on. Chris had pink and purple glittery eyeshadow on that matched the deep purple blush that was applied to the high points of his cheekbone and bright pink lipstick. It all went very well with the outfit he wore. Antony, on the other hand, had yellow eyeshadow on with bright red blush to his cheeks and the same bright red lipstick. It made you and Nexus laugh even harder.

“Mama!” Ella ran over to you just as you stooped down to meet her and hug her. You then noticed her makeup. She had on glittery green eyeshadow with a peachish colored blush to her cheeks and soft pink lipstick. It wasn’t bad, though none of the colors looked good together.

“Wow, princess. You look—wow.”

“Who did this to you, Ella?” Ella pointed to Anthony who batted his eyelashes quickly.

“I did a marvelous job,” he informed in the same high-pitched voice. Nexus smiled again. Ella led you to the table with your pinky in her hand. It gave you the chance to take in Chris’ outfit fully.

“Tea too mama, tee-tee,” Ella ordered.

“Yes, please do join us for a spot of tea,” Chris pressed. You smiled and sat down adjacent to him as Nexus sat next to Anthony.

“My goodness, I feel like we’re underdressed for the occasion, Vix.”

You snorted then pinched your lips.

“I feel it too Nex.”

“Fiddle-dee, we understand don’t we princess Ariel Tiana. Not everyone can be as fashionably amazing as we are,” Anthony quipped.

Looking at Nexus’ face, you knew she was head over heels, no way of getting up in love with that man. Your eyes turned to Chris to find him already watching you. Your face heated, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Tea sis.” Ella said again, holding out two cups, one to you and the other to Nexus. All of you busted out laughing at the same time.

For the next thirty minutes, you enjoyed teatime. You watched Ella’s interactions with Chris and took notice of how perfect it all seemed. She didn’t hesitate to touch him or to smile at him, and he looked more comfortable as well. You loved watching them interact. It was quickly becoming your most favorite thing. Your eyes dropped to his lips, and you mentally corrected yourself.

“Second favorite thing.”

Soon you were sitting and watching Ella just twirl around the yard. She looked happy and carefree, and it warmed your heart.

“What’re you thinking?” You looked to Chris, whose eyes were already on you.

“Uh—nothing, just she looks so happy and carefree. I think she loves it here.”

He smiled and nodded. “Well, she’s always welcome here. Her room is always prepped.”

You looked down at the table and snorted. “Who did this to you?”

“She did.” You examined his face again.

“You don’t like it?” You laughed, then nodded.

“I love it. The purple and glitter really bring out the blue in your eyes.”

Chris nodded and then shook his head. “Go on laugh it up. If I were a less secure man I’d be very self-conscious right now.”

“So you’re secure wearing the prettiest Rapunzel get up I’ve ever seen and makeup to match?”

“Absolutely, my little girl wanted to play princess tea party costumes and all, and I was not going to disappoint.” You smiled again. He had no sense of toxic male masculinity, and it was yet another thing to like about him.

“How was your day?”

“It was good. Got some food, did a little shopping, and took my friends to the airport.”

“Maybe I’ll get another opportunity to get to know them better. They seem like great women.”

You nodded again and wondered if he always knew the right thing to say.

“Da-da, come ance.”

“Go, dance, and frolic in the grass princess Rapunzel,” you teased.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Chris responded in his high-pitched woman’s voice as he got up and skipped over to Ella.

“That is the worst woman’s voice I’ve ever heard, by the way.” Chris turned back and stuck his tongue out at you then began skipping and dancing with Ella. You couldn’t handle watching any more, so you stood and walked back to the house. As you walked inside you saw Anthony and Nexus whispering and giggling together in the kitchen. She never giggled.

Once you made it to your door, there was one single long stem lavender rose taped to the door. Your steps slowed as you got closer. Standing in front of the door, you took it and took a whiff. The fragrance was strong but soft all at once, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. You bit your bottom lip and opened the door still lost in the flower. When you turned around you nearly dropped everything. There was a huge bouquet that housed pink, white and purple roses were wrapped around a few layers of soft white tulle lying across your bed.

“Oh my god.”

Slowly you walked to them. Each step felt like your legs were filled with lead. Once you made it to the side of your bed your fingers traced the tulle and then the delicate soft petals of the roses. They were beautiful.

You perched on the edge of your bed, then bent to smell them and moaned. No matter how detached you were, you couldn’t ignore that flowers still gave you that warm and fuzzy feeling. You noticed you didn’t feel like this when Zack gave you flowers. You felt nothing then. That acknowledgment made your nerves rise.

You saw the note sticking out from between two buds. Once you opened it, you read it’s contents.

Vixen,

There was a conversation we had all those years ago that plays in my head often. I asked you what your favorite flowers were, and you said you didn’t have one, but you were a sucker for roses only if they weren’t red. You mentioned red roses were so typical and the only thing men ever thought to give. You said you liked the unconventional choice rather than the predictable one. That alone told me a lot about you. It said you preferred sincerity over intentional shows, you would rather a plain and simple expression over something fake and extravagant. You only needed the sentiment to be evident and real. I can do that. There are many ways to give you the world. I’ll see you at five at the gazebo.

-Chris-

Your heart was racing. You began to wonder if he’d always been this charming. Thinking back to those years ago, you quickly found your answer. This had always been him. He’d just become more devastatingly so.

“Oh dear god, I beg you help me keep my panties on tonight.”

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-That Night-

You didn’t want anyone to know, neither of you did. You had an early dinner with your family, Chris and Anthony. Neither you or Chris ate or spoke; you were so wrapped up in your thoughts you just rolled it around your plate. Thankfully because of Anthony’s presence, you were not the topic of conversation; it was instead Anthony and Nexus. Then you allowed Chris to tuck Ella in while you began getting ready.

You did and undid your hair more times than you could count and changed way more than you should have. It was annoying. You were never like this. By the time it was almost five you stared at yourself again and took a few deep breaths. With your shoes in your hand you walked out your room and downstairs, hoping no one saw you. Just as you were about to be home free you saw Anthony and Nexus cuddled up beside the pool. You froze and tried to think of another route. Before you could move Anthony was the one to see you. He smiled and nodded then fanned you along while he distracted Nexus. You scurried across the deck and then the backyard toward where the gazebo was.

As you approached, you saw Chris standing there with his back to you. From behind he looked delicious. The closer you got, he must have felt your presence; he turned around and froze just watching you approach. You smiled, and the look on his face was like someone had kicked him in his gut.

“Hi. Am I late?”

Chris didn’t speak; he just stared at you for a long while. Then he shook his head as if he’d just zoned out or something.

“Sorry, um—no, I think you’re right on time.” You smiled and watched him hold out another purple rose. Smiling, you took the flower.

“Thank you; it’s beautiful. I love it, and the ones upstairs.” Chris smiled, and the two of you stood there, staring at each other. Chris cleared his throat and took a breath.

“Shall we?” he motioned to two bikes, one blue and the other pink.

“Are those bikes?”

“They are. Tell me you remember how to ride.”

“I’m willing to try to remember.”

You shook your head at your dirty thought and smiled. “Sure. It’s been over ten years, at least.”

“Same for me, but we’re not going too far, and the truck isn’t the best mode of transportation there.”

You looked over yourself at the dress you wore then to the bike and shook off the worry. You were actually getting a little excited.

“All right.” You approached the bike and dropped your heels in the basket then lifted your leg. “Don’t look.”

Chris snorted and looked away and climbed on his bike. You sighed once you were finally on it.

“All right, follow me.” Chris peddled off, and you followed close behind into the forest.

As you rode, he pointed things out and teased you for the way you peddled trying to keep your legs together. The more he teased you, the more you got in touch with your tomboy self and pushed impropriety to the side and enjoyed the ride. You stood on the peddles and enjoyed the carefreeness you felt. After you’d been riding for about eight minutes, the house was no longer in sight. Chris went into a different part of the woods than you’d ever been and cautioned you to be careful.

After another ten or so minutes, you pulled up beside a stopped Chris. “Why’d you stop?”

“We’re here.” You looked where he was, and your jaw dropped.

You’d made it to a lake, but it was not just any lake. There was a long walk path that was decked out with lanterns. It began at the shore and went out over the water for several feet. At the end of the way, there was a tiny cabin that was decked out It was decked out with twinkling tree lights that had it competing with the amazing backdrop of nothing but wilderness and the reflection of the lowering sun and the sky.

“Oh my god.” You pressed your palm to your stomach and tried to steady the butterflies that were rampantly causing havoc on your nerves. You didn’t know how long you stood there just frozen. A plethora of possibilities and outcomes ran through your mind.

“Are you okay?” Chris’ voice brought you out of your head and back into the present. You looked at him, and for the first time you didn’t have any words. That was new for you. Staring in his eyes your mouth went dry, and you felt your body drift to him. Quickly you pulled back and cleared your throat.

“Ye—yeah.”

“Okay. This is where we leave these and go on foot.”

“On foot? Down that?” You nudged your head to the steep dune before you.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Chris assured as he leaned the bikes against a tree and waited for you to take your heels and clutch from the basket of yours. You looked down to see his held out hand. “Ready?”

You felt like it was a loaded question, felt like it didn’t just mean ready to go down the dune or walk across that walk path. You felt it asked if you were ready for what came now? Were you ready for what came next? Were you ready for whatever happened tonight and any other night or day beyond? You didn’t know if you were, but you also knew that everything had been leading here. Fate was on your ass, and that bitch was saying your move.

-Chris-

With your hand in his, he took it slow leading you down the dune. He was glad you weren’t wearing heels because you may have twisted your ankle. Though the heels looked to go perfectly with the dress, he liked you barefoot, liked you looking carefree and down to earth rather than fully put together. He remembered he loved the way you looked that first morning he woke up to you. Your hair was a mess, mascara and eyeshadow smudged, lipstick smeared across your cheek and naked. He honestly thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen on spot. When you put on his shirt and paced the room, that was the first time he’d had a strange feeling in his chest. You squealed, and he saw you about to fall, without thinking about it; he scooped you off your feet and carried you the rest of the way.

Once at the shore, he looked at you to find your eyes already on him, and you were breathing hard as if you’d run a marathon. “What?”

Your Adam’s apple bobbed, then you cleared your throat and looked away as he let you down.

“Nothing, just—I didn’t ehm—expect you to be so—strong.”

He smiled and tried to prevent the blush he knew was creeping up his neck.

“Well, I am Captain America.” You laughed, and the tension was immediately broken up.

“Good one.” He began the walk to the boardwalk with you following behind.

As you walked, he felt you lagging behind. When he looked back, you were looking around at the lanterns and the water and every so often the cabin ahead. Your expression was concealed so he was having a hard time piecing together what you were thinking. It was a miracle he was able to pull this off especially since what he wanted to be done in the time span was what some would call impossible. He made it happen though, another perk of being Chris Evans. As he looked at the cabin, he had no regrets. You deserved nothing less.

“What is this place?”

“It came with the property. Remember I told you the lake was the selling point for me? Well, on the lake there was this old decrepit cabin, and I restored it. I don’t use it really. I always found it interesting it was kind of in the middle of the lake rather than at the shore. There were so many possible places I could take you tonight, but this was my number one choice.” He stopped in front of the door as did you. You looked around your feet and saw the lavender moss floating above the water, then you looked up at the lit trees, and in the glow of the light you looked at him.

“It’s beautiful.” He smiled and nodded, then opened the door and stepped over the threshold. Slowly you walked in and gasped. He watched your face as a few emotions passed across them, but you didn’t speak. Just when he began to think he’d missed the mark here and went way over the top, you rubbed your forehead.

“Well fuck!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You blew out a breath and looked to him.

“Well, you just made it that much more difficult not to sleep with you.”

He could have been knocked over with a breeze, and he was sure his expression showed it.

“Wow.”

You laughed, it began small but got louder and much freer, it was almost obnoxiously loud, but it was contagious. Soon the two of you were laughing together as if you hadn’t just said you would possibly sleep with him. He motioned for you to take a seat, obliging him you walked around and sat on one of the cushions on the floor behind the table. He followed suit but took up the bottle of wine that was off to the side in an ice bucket.

“Wine?”

Nodding, you continued to look around as he filled your glass. He couldn’t help wondering what you were thinking, couldn’t help replaying your words from mere seconds ago. He knew you were kidding, but did he know you were kidding.

“She was probably being truthful.”

“Since I know you didn’t have dinner, I know you’re hungry.”

“Starving, Evans. Feed me, please.” He laughed as he went into the insulated bags that were in the corner. He took out container after container filled with appetizers, salad, main course, and extras.

“My God, where did all this come from?”

“One of my favorite restaurants in Boston. Everything they make is good. I’ve had everything on the menu.”

“Did you get everything on the menu?”

“Maybe. I know you love tacos and burritos and nachos and all the os, and spaghetti but I got to thinking what else do you like so. Voila, we’re having a bit of everything.”

When he was done, there were easily twenty containers that decorated the table. You snorted and laughed loudly again.

“Wow, that’s one way to get answers.”

“All right. So over here are appetizers, these are salads, and here are all the entrees. Pick what’s first.”

You ran your fingers over the tops of a few containers he’d shown were appetizers, then pointed to one that was furthest away. Opening it, he held it out to you. Your face lit up as you took up a piece up with your fingers. He smiled, loving you didn’t bother with utensils.

“What is it?”

He looked at the lid and read the table.

“Lettuce cups, they’re filled with oyster and pickled vegetables with a chipotle sauce.”

You bit it chewed then nodded your approval.

“Not bad.”

“Is it a like or nah?”

“Eh—I’m not big on oysters. I’ll cook them, but eating them is another thing.”

“They say oysters are an aphrodisiac.” He had no idea why that came out, but your amusement was evident.

“They do say that. Have at it, tell me if you agree.”

He ate his lettuce cup with you watching him. After a few seconds, he felt no different.

“Guess not,” he answered. You scoffed but didn’t look convinced. He picked the next container and read its contents.

“Crab cocktail.”

“Yay, I love crab,” you chirped as you took one and happily gobbled it down.

“I like crab too, any seafood really.” You took another while pointing to the next container.

“Avocado salad.”

“Another favorite, I love eating and cooking with Avocado,” you informed.

You ate a few forkfuls of the salad, as did he. The two of you went back and forth picking different containers then enjoying the different types of foods. There was a wide variety, seafood, various meats, textures, and flavors. You heartily ate and didn’t seem to care how you ate or how much you ate. He hated when women ate like they weren’t hungry all for the benefit of men. You didn’t care what he thought, and he was grateful for it.

After almost an hour, all the containers had been opened and consumed, and you sat there, sipping your glass of wine laughing at his jokes.

“No lie, ask Scott, that is exactly how it happened.”

You pinched your lips and slapped your hand over your mouth to quiet the snort that escaped you.

“Sounds like the perfect situation to scare you straight.”

He laughed and nodded. “I was scared for a long time.” You laughed louder, and he just sat there nodding.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you, just—wow.”

“No, by all means, I was an idiot kid.” You smiled and finished your glass.

“Have room for dessert?”

“Oh my god, Chris are you trying to get me fat? This was easily twenty-five hundred calories, not including those two bottles of wine.”

“I never took you as a woman who counted calories.”

“Oh, what woman did you take me as then?”

He shrugged and smiled to himself and took another sip from his glass.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit, that little smirk spoke volumes. Go on, tell me.”

He shrugged again, then finished the glass. “I don’t know, maybe one who did what she wanted when she wanted no matter what.” You shimmied your shoulders as you made a face as if you were thinking.

“Well--,” you stretched out. “I wouldn’t say you’re right, and I wouldn’t say you’re wrong,” you answered.

“So you are that woman then.”

“When I want to be.”

“Well, Vixen. Do you want to be; here right now?”

It was a question with double meaning. He was curious how you’d respond. He watched your tongue slowly dance across your bottom lip before you sucked it into your mouth.

“Dessert it is.”

With a smile, he stood and cleared the containers away, putting them in the trash bag in the corner. He walked around to you, held his hands out and waited for you to take it. He didn’t have to wait long before you placed your smaller hands within his larger ones. He led you out the cabin down the boardwalk, but only halfway, then he stopped.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” Your eyes bugged out as confusion knitted your brows together. You looked at him incredulously.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?”

“What? Why? What are you about to do?”

“Give you dessert, but you have to trust me.”

You stared at him, and he could see the ill trust shining through your eyes, you looked conflicted as if you wanted to say something, but something held you back.

“Trust is a funny thing with me, Chris,” you began. He nodded, fully understanding what you meant and how you felt.

“I understand completely. So I’ll modify, tonight, do you trust me?” You gazed into his eyes for a few moments then nodded your head. He had to earn your trust; he knew it.

“Okay, thank you.” He sat at the edge of the boardwalk and slid into the waiting canoe. It was a fluid motion for him; he’d done it tens of times. When he turned to you, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He held his hand out to you.

“What the fuck?”

Laughing, he steadied the vessel and waited for you to take his hand. After almost a minute you took it.

“Do what I just did, I’ll do the rest.”

“Oh my god, are you going to pull me into the lake, Chris?”

“No, I promise.” You took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the boardwalk just as he did. Just as he was about to take over, you stiffened and held your other hand out to his chest.

“Wait.” Stopping, he looked at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to fall in.”

“You can swim, it’s no big deal either way.”

“No big deal? Chris, this took hours to accomplish,” you explained, gesturing to your figure from head to toe. “If I fall in, it’ll be ruined.” He smiled. It was sweet you’d put so much effort into the way you looked tonight, and it was sweet you even wanted to.

“As I said, no big deal. You’ll still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

The air became thick, and the moment heavy. You sighed softly then took his other hand, quickly he pulled you into the canoe pressing you against his body as his arms engulfed you. Your soft gasp was cut short by the force of how your bodies met. Slowly you looked up into his eyes, and he had to fight the urge to kiss you. He brushed the back of his hand across your cheek then cupped your jaw.

“Dessert better be mind blowing.” He smiled, nodded, and set you on one of the benches in the canoe. He untied the rope and pushed off from the boardwalk.

“I promise it’ll be to die for.”

He rowed further out to the lake. The setting sun cast a warm glow in the water, and you just marveled at it.

“Wow. How the hell do you leave this?”

“It’s hard, especially when I think what’s waiting for me back in LA. The only comfort is knowing I will be back. I spend maybe three to four months in LA, usually when working; otherwise, I’m here—home.”

Your eyes fell to his, and that is where they stayed while he continued to row the boat. As you rowed in silence just enjoying the sounds of the paddle hitting the water and pushing through it and the trees rustling in the gentle breeze he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Underneath the sunset here in the lake close to his home he’d never wanted to keep things the same as much as right now. If he could he’d press this moment, sealing it forever.

When he stopped, he took the two containers from underneath his bench and held one out to you. When you opened it you smiled widely.

“You look like you’re a cheesecake woman,” he theorized. You nodded.

“I am. How’d you know?”

“I remember the two of us buying and finishing an entire cheesecake after we got married.”

You looked down and took a piece of the cake and began eating. “You then called room service for apple pie and drizzled a diabetic shock amount of caramel sauce all over it,” you added. He cut into his dessert and held up the forkful of apple pie drizzled with caramel. You snorted and laughed.

“Some things never change,” he voiced.

The two of you ate in silence for a few moments.

“How long did it take for all of it to come back?”

“About a week,” he informed. You nodded.

“A few days for me.”

“You know as far as weddings go, I think it was a good one,” he admitted. The two of you sat in silence and thought back to the night.

“Eh—I guess it was all right.” You smiled at him, and it was a smile that hid so much. He pulled out the bottle of wine and poured a glass for you then himself.

“What should we drink too?”

He thought for a moment, then looked to the sky and smirked.

“Sunsets.”

“Sunsets?” He nodded.

“I see sunsets as a sign of the beginning of something new. A lot of people see it as an ending, but I see an opportunity to start something fresh, new—something better.”

You looked at him from underneath your eyelids, and you looked just like how Ariel did with Eric.

“So—sunsets.”

“Sunsets,” he repeated. Your glasses clinked together then you drank still peering at each other.

After enjoying the final remnants of the setting sun, the lake turned dark. The only light was that of the lanterns on the boardwalk and those in the trees that framed the cabin. It was more than enough to see you clearly.

“Remember what you said in LA when your parents found out about Ella and me? You said you hid Ella because you were hurt.”

Your eyes dropped.

“What did you mean by that?”

“Let’s not go there, Chris. Let’s just—stay present.”

“My mom always says that you can’t move forward until you address the past. I want to move forward, Vixen. Any way we can.”

You studied him for a few long moments, then took a deep breath and let it out.

“Uuugh. Um--,” you stuttered.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fine, yes. It is so easy in situations as those for someone to get hurt. Did I get hurt? Maybe—yes.

He nodded and toyed with his glass. You averted your eyes and looked around the lake. The tension between you rose. As he looked at you, his mind went back to the last night with you. Somehow it felt like full circle. He went over every detail then he saw it. The one thing he’d regretted this entire time. The one thing he’d been running from facing.

“Vixen, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Your face was blank as you took another sip from your glass, the cheesecake was long gone.

“I was the world’s biggest and worst asshole three years ago.” You were lowering the glass from your lips when he said the words, but you lifted it again and finished the drink on one breath.

“I said something to you--.” Your voice interrupted him “

“Chris, you don’t--.”

“Yes, I do. Please.” You reached for the bottle and refilled your glass then took another sip.

“I said something to you that I am ashamed of, something that I have run from and deeply regretted every day for the last three years. I don’t even know where to start to--,” he sighed, closed his eyes, and tried to find the words he’d wished he’d been brave enough to say before.

“The guy I was then—” he shook his head remembering all his younger antics. “I was a dick. I was self-absorbed, I knew women wanted me and would do just about anything for a taste of the lifestyle I’d been thrown into, and I let it get to me. I fell in that lifestyle headfirst. I became the douche brothers tell their sisters to stay away from. I slept around--a lot. I woke up to a different woman every week. I lived for the next party, the next pretty face, and the next movie. It was always about what was next. Settling down, sticking with one person was a nightmare then, I didn’t think I was ready. There was still too much I thought I wanted to do.” He took a breath; your eyes were on him, but he couldn’t read you. It was like you’d shut down and become android like.

“I saw you that night, and you froze me, no lie. I didn’t expect that or everything else that happened that night. I didn’t expect the effortless conversation or the smooth way we grooved together. I didn’t expect to tell you everything I did, or feel so good with you, so effortless. The night at my house was great. It is easily one of the best nights of my life. What I said to you was wrong on so many levels, it was insensitive, disrespectful, rude and a bunch of other words I’m going to let you fill in. I didn’t think how it would make you feel, how it came across, how it sounded, I didn’t think at all. I’m sorry, Vixen. I am very sorry.”

You didn’t speak or look away from him. He wasn’t sure you’d respond, and he intended to give you all the time you needed to process. As a few seconds, turned to a minute and a minute to a minute and a half, then two, he began to lose his nerve.

“The insanely ridiculous thing is that what I said couldn’t have been further from the truth. I didn’t even realize it until I came back out of the bathroom and saw you were gone. It hit me that I was an idiot,” he rushed out.

Silence fell between you again, and this time, he decided he wouldn’t speak again until you did. A soft melodious hum sounded, he looked down and saw your finger slowly rotating the rim of the glass. He remembered you doing this the night you met. He showed you his secret talent, and you showed him this. You switched fingers to your pinky, and the sound became higher pitched but still beautiful.

Suddenly you stopped then sighed.

“Okay.”

“O—okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’m done holding on to that. Thank you for apologizing.”

“I am so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

You hesitated for a moment then spoke. “I forgive you.” Feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he smiled. It was a smile you returned.

Slowly but surely, his body drifted to yours, and unless he was crazy yours drifted to his as well.

“I have something I have to tell you,” he began with a whisper.

“What?”

Your faces continued to drift closer and closer. As he opened his mouth to tell you about the marriage, one of the ores fell into the water. You tried to reach for it but leaned a little too quickly, and the canoe rocked. In the blink of an eye, you screeched and tumbled over into the lake. When you came up your eyes were huge.

“Oh my god! Chris! I told you my ass would fall in. Look!”

He didn’t mean to laugh, but he did, and it wasn’t a small one either. It was a gut-busting one. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh my god, are you laughing at me!?”

He shook his head as he tried to catch his breath, but every time he tried to stop laughing, a fresh wave began. You screeched and slapped the water. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing. Come on let me help you.” He reached over for your hand. You pulled him into the lake headfirst. When he reemerged you were cackling and not even trying to hide it.

“Wow, that was petty.”

“Then call me queen petty because that was funny.” You laughed some more as he came closer and splashed you in the face with a big wave of water. Your shocked expression made him laugh until you pushed your own wave of water in his face. That began the water fight. You each splashed, screamed, laughed and played in the water. He felt like a kid again, felt like he had no care in the world. Slowly the two of you stopped splashing. He drifted closer and brushed back your hair from your forehead.

“See, told you,” he began.

“Told me what?”

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” You smiled small at first, but it spread across your face until you hid it behind your hand.

“Whatever, Evans.”

The two of you swam back to the boardwalk. Once there, he hoisted himself up and onto the wood, then he reached into the water for you.

“Come on. It’s warmer inside.” He led the way back to the cabin. Once inside, he closed the door and went for the small solar-powered space heater he kept in there until he brought over one of the blankets and wrapped it around you.

When the two of you sat in front of the heater, you offered him some of the blanket. Soon you were huddled together sitting in silence. It wasn’t an awkward one either. It felt as natural as breathing.

“Why did you stay at your house if you saw that night everywhere?”

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He wondered if he could be this open with you. Half of him wanted to, but the other half was afraid. He knew he was in love with you, knew he wanted you without a doubt, but your feelings were still unknown. He didn’t know if he could be this vulnerable, then have you pull away.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you added.

“In the beginning, I used it as a way to punish myself. I knew I’d messed up and regretted it. As time went on and years did I used it as a way to remember,” he admitted.

“Remember what?” He looked at you and skimmed your face.

“You—us.” Your eyes met his, and he knew this was the moment that would dictate everything moving forward. He decided to go for it. Closing the space between you, his lips met yours for a soft peck which turned into another, then another until it turned into a timid kiss, one he could feel your hesitation in.

“We can’t,” you whispered in the middle of the kiss. His forehead pressed to yours.

“Why not?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek and your jaw. He loved your skin.

“Because Ella. Our daughter.” Your eyes were closed.

“So it’s not because you don’t want to? Don’t want me?”

He had to know once and for all.

“Do you want me?” Your counter question had him pulling back but only a little, and enough to look into your eyes. His hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

“Vixen, you know I want you. How can I not? Jesus, I’ve wanted you for three years.”

The shock on your face was evident. Your lips crashed to his taking lead of a passion-filled kiss, one that stole almost every ounce of his control leaving him with only a tiny sliver. As he was about to deepen the kiss you pulled back.

“Mmm, No. God, Chris. There is a difference between wanting me and wanting this from me,” you expressed. He knew what you meant.

“I know there is. I know the difference. I don’t want this Vixen. I want you.”

Needing you to take the lead, he waited. When your lips met, the kiss was a soft, sensual rapture. Slowly your lips danced, teasing one another, daring each other to let go and have everything they wanted. He didn’t want to think about anything else, not what he should do, or shouldn’t do, not the future. He just wanted to think about you and him right now.

The kiss intensified, and your moan was the first to escape between you. It coaxed his free until the two of you were moaning and relishing in the feel of the beginning of your desire for each other. After several long minutes you slowly fell to your back atop the blankets and stared up at him. He held his breath afraid you’d pull away; instead you grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of you to continue the kiss. That was what he needed for his confidence to take flight. His hand gripped your calf and slid up your leg to the hem of the wet dress.

“You’re shaking,” you whispered. His embarrassment shone on him with his blush. He looked down to his hands that were, in fact shaking.

“I am.”

“Are you cold?” He shook his head, then met your eyes.

“No, not cold.” The moment stretched with you staring at him. He wondered if you understood. You raised his hand to your lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. Using the same hand, he caressed your cheek, down to your jaw, then chin. Using his thumb to softly rub across your bottom lip, he then dipped it inside. You kissed his thumb and never took your eyes off his.

“God, she drives me crazy.”

Your lips met again, but the heat he felt inward crept out as he took control of the frenzied kiss. When he felt your legs part for him he comfortably settled between them and pressed himself against you. You gasped and angled your head back, giving him the leeway he needed to taste your skin. He kissed, licked and sucked your neck as his hand found yours to entwine with. You pulled your hand away to grip the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head. The material dropped to the wooden floor with a wet “splat.”

Your hands were on his chest in seconds, and you slowly took him in. He sat up and allowed you to get your fill. Slowly your hands roamed across his chest, down his abdomen and back again.

“Is it the way you remember?” You smirked and shook your head.

“A lot has changed.” He smiled then lowered to kiss you again. You had lips that needed kissing and kissing often. Your hands at his waist surprised him. When he felt you undoing his belt and pants he nearly lost it. Until this morning, this was just a dream or a nightmare of his. He’d envisioned this so many times over the years, and every time he thought of it he wanted it, but he didn’t feel as if he deserved it.

Your small hands began to urgently pull at his pants. Lifting off his knees he helped you get them off. Once they were at his thighs he broke the kiss, stood, and pulled them off kicking them to the side. You gazed up at him with half lazy eyes, and he’d never wanted anyone more.

“Come here.” You sat up as he dropped to his knees and claimed his lips. You rolled him onto his back and sat on his need. His groan was more forceful than he intended, and it rivaled your moan. Just like that, his need for your rose exponentially. His hands gripped your back then trailed to your hips. Once there he squeezed and got lost in the feel of your full hips in his hands.

When your lips left his and trailed to his neck, your hips began rotating making his need pulsate even more. Your moan said you felt it, and the way your rotations picked up speed said you wanted more. His fingers found the zipper of your dress, and he slowly lowered it as he did, the material loosened on your body. You sat up bit your bottom lip then slipped the straps off your shoulders revealing your bare breasts to him for the first time in years. A stronger man would have laid there marveling at your beauty and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but he was not strong anymore. He had you the woman of his dreams—and nightmares in his arms, and he was filled with more wants than he’d ever had in his life.

Sitting up, he cupped your breast and latched his mouth to one pert nipple. As he did you hugged his head to your chest and arched back. Your moans were like music to his ears, and the louder you got, the more he needed to hear them. Switching to the other he lapped at your flesh and moaned his pleasure. He rolled you onto your back and pressed your hands above your head. The new angle had your breasts poked out for him like they were offerings—offerings he happily accepted adding soft nibbles to your stiff peaks.

“Mmm, Chris!”

Slowly he kissed down the center of your body to your stomach, where he pulled the rest of your dress off. Once he made it to your pelvis he slowly pulled your underwear lower until he saw the tattoo he remembered, the tattoo that was part of his nightly haunting. He dropped a soft kiss to the design then pulled the remainder of the fabric from your body. With you fully bare before him, he thought you looked like a goddess.

He parted your legs and wasted no time dipping his tongue to your sex. At the first touch, you arched your back and gasped loudly. He’d intended to tease you and go slow, but your reaction made it impossible. His tongue had a mind of its own. He flicked and sucked at your bud getting lost in your taste. He was a thirsty man, and your juices were the only thing that could satiate him. With every pass his tongue made you writhed and moaned. When he sucked your flesh into his mouth your thighs clenched together, trapping his head where it was. Feeding off of your pleasure he sped his tongue. You were soon bucking and riding his mouth as your hands gripped his head.

“Fuck, Chris, yes, yes!” When he felt the gush of fluid into his mouth, he slurped at your skin and kept your sex firmly on his mouth though you tried to push his head away and pull yourself free. He wasn’t having it.

“Shit,” you stretched out as your body convulsed.

It was then he tore his lips from yours. When he looked down at you he watched you shake loving the way your breast jiggled and how hard you bit your lip. When your eyes met his, the fire he saw there matched every flame he felt within. He felt your hand grip his length as your eyes fell to his protruding need as it rested on your pubis. Your mouth fell open looking at the part of him he wondered if you had forgotten. He wondered often if you ever thought of him, of it, and touched yourself. Did you ever imagine him on top of you—inside of you.

You positioned him right at your opening, but both of you were frozen as if taking in the moment. He moved forward, intentionally nudging your wet bud with the tip of his dick. You moaned and rolled your eyes back. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful he did it again and again. On the fourth buck of his hips, he slowly slid inside your heat. At the first touch your eyes flew open, latched onto his, and your mouth opened.

Every centimeter he slid in, he felt as if your body both accepted and rejected him. You were tighter than he remembered, and he nearly lost his mind because of it. After sinking halfway into you he pulled back to sink in again, feeding you more and more of him each dip. Once he was fully sheathed, you clung to him while your core squeezed him, sucking him in deeper.

“Fuck, Vixen!”

Of their own accord, his hips began a slow pace that quickly picked up, creating a steady rock that stretched you. Your moans egged him on and made him want more and more of you. The more he wanted, the faster his hips thrust, the faster his hips thrust, the deeper he plowed. It didn’t take long for your moans and grunts to compete against each other and bounce off the walls of the cabin. Your eyes locked onto his and held him captivated.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Dipping down, he kissed you as your bodies collided together taking everything the other offered and giving even more in return. When he felt you clench around him for the third time he almost claimed his release, but he wanted too much and didn’t want it to end. He wanted to stay nestled deep inside you for the rest of his life.

“Chris!” Your high-pitched moan brought him out of his head. Your hand latched onto his jaw. He kissed your palm and felt his release quickly approaching. The sight of your bodies connecting was enough to drive him mad. The way your body accepted him was a thing of beauty, and the way you responded to him was pure magic. It had never been like this with anyone—just you.

“Vixen!” That was his only warning as his release claimed him, and he released himself deep inside you. His body shook from the power of it. his grunts fell from him one after the other. Dropping his head onto your shoulder he could barely catch his breath. Holding you tightly, he rolled taking you with him allowing you to lay across his chest. Slowly your bodies stopped shaking, and your breathing evened out. Soon all there was to hear was just nature all around you, but he’d already pressed to memory the sound of you shouting his name as you came. It was a sound he was already addicted to, a sound he knew would haunt him, as would his love for you.

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In Which Miss Belle French Endeavors to Establish Herself as a Lady Detective

For the 2019 Rumbelle is Hope event

Summary: Her father wanted her to make an ‘appropriate’ connection and give him grandchildren. Her chaperon would be a happy if she would just find a suitable hobby like watercolors. Belle though wants to find a way to indulge her talent for detection. Pity the one Scotland Yard Detective who will let her is on medical leave.

Author's Note: So sorry about the formating. I swear it looked all right when I previewed it. I think I've fixed it now.

The morning post had brought the usual collection of invitations to dinners, luncheons and balls from matchmaking society grand dames hopeful of securing the Marchlands fortune for their sons, grandsons or nephews. Belle set aside an invitation from the Frost girls to accompany them to a lecture by Mrs. Besant on Theosophy presented by the Fabian Society and sorted the rest on a scale of indescribably dull to possibly interesting enough to attend to satisfy her father’s insistence that she spend some time in society.

Papa still had hopes of her making an ‘appropriate’ connection and settling into staid matronhood. Presenting him with a batch of grandchildren to brag about at his club. Belle had no intention of turning her fortune and her life over to any of the mindless young men her father regarded as appropriate. But she had found that one society function a week kept her father happy and left her free to indulge in more interesting past times the rest of the time.

Fortunately Sergeant Nolan had been assisting him and she had been able to point Nolan in the right direction. Resulting in a promotion for the Sergeant and a much welcomed by his young family transfer to the suburbs.

The transfer was not welcome by Belle as it left her bereft of any contacts at Scotland Yard until and unless Inspector Gold returned from his medical leave.

Her cousin Ruby, helped sort the stack with far more interest in the opportunity to meet young men than Belle. (And far far more in need of the security of an acceptable match. Neither she nor her Grandmother, who served as Belle’s chaperon, had enough income to support themselves. Without a husband, Ruby would look forward to a life of genteel poverty at best. Luckily the girl was lovely and vivacious enough to make a decent match even without a dowry.)

“Now that the King Edward’s coronation is finally over the social scene is returning to normal.” Ruby commented.

“I can’t like that he didn’t keep his father’s name when he was crowned.” Mrs. Lucas commented. “The late Queen wanted him to.”

“Now, Granny, you can hardly blame the man for not wanting to stand in his father’s shadow.” Belle put in. Despite having no actual blood connection the older woman had looked after her since her mother’s death and Belle had adopted Ruby’s familiar address.

“Be better if he took more after his father.” Granny sniffed.

Neither of the younger women were inclined to argue with her about the new King’s morals. Ruby frowned at the next letter she examined. “This one isn’t an invitation, Belle. More like a tradesman’s note. Do you have jeweler named ‘Gold’?”

Belle snatched the unassuming envelope from Ruby’s hand and ripped it open. “Inspector Gold has written?!”

“Your tame Scotland Yard detective?” Ruby asked with amusement.

Granny looked up from the ladies journal she had returned to reading. “How is he? The injuries he suffered when that building collapsed as he was helping evacuate it were not something I’d have expected him to recover from any time soon.”

Belle had already scanned the missive. “He doesn’t say.”

The note, neatly written in the copperplate script beloved by grammar schools, was succinct.

Dear Miss French, I write to you, in the hope that doing so is not overstepping the boundaries of propriety, because I would beg a meeting with you to discuss a small matter. I am, of course, at your disposal as to the time and place.

Your very obedient servant, Drummond Gold

“He wants to meet with me.” Belle said excitedly. “To ‘discuss a small matter’. Oh, perhaps he as a case he needs my help with! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Not particularly.” Granny sighed. “But as it’s not likely you’re going to be taking up a more suitable hobby like watercoloring any time soon, I suppose it’s better than he wants to meet with you some where appropriate rather than his office at Scotland Yard.”

“He doesn’t have an office at Scotland Yard any longer.” Belle perused the note trying to see what else she could glean from it. There was not a lot to see. The handwriting was clear and strong. No sign of any tremor or weakness. That was good. When she had last seen him in hospital he had been very weak from his injuries. The paper and envelope were of medium quality. Of a kind a well off clerk or small shop owner would have on hand. He did include a return address. The neighborhood was respectable working class. Not the sort of place a lady of quality would ever have a reason to visit. At least now she knew how to reach him. “The last time I spoke with Sergeant Nolan, he said that the Inspector was still on ‘indefinite’ medical leave.

“I’ll ask him to Tea.” Belle decided. “The day after tomorrow? Yes. I’ll have Cook make scones. All Scotsmen are fond of scones aren’t they? And to be sure to serve marmalade. Inspector Gold always had marmalade at that Tearoom he insisted I meet him at rather than going to his office.”

“Best to have her serve sandwiches as well.” Granny put in practically. “Working folk generally don’t have a meal after Tea. Give him something hardy enough to keep him going.”

When Inspector Gold arrived punctually at four o’clock on the day of their appointment she was glad she had taken Granny’s advice and let Cook show off her culinary skill. The man had always been thin, but he now looked positively gaunt. His suit, which had previously been perfectly tailored, was hanging loose.

Of greater concern was the way he was limping. He was using a cane to walk and while he did not seem to be in any sort of pain, his right leg clearly could not bear his weight without it.

She stepped up to greet him as the butler announced him. “Inspector Gold, I was so delighted to receive your note. Please have a seat. I had been wanting to inquire how you were doing, but since Sergeant Nolan was transferred I had no way to reach you.”

“I’m sure you would have tracked me down eventually, Miss.” Gold sat with some relief. After greeting Mrs. Lucas politely he added. “And it’s no longer Inspector. As of this month I’ve been retired. A policeman who canna chase after a criminal isn’t of much use.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Belle was outraged. “Why you’re a detective. Actually running after criminals isn’t what you do best.”

Gold shrugged. “It’s Yard policy I’m afraid. The Commissioner was kind enough to grant me a full pension.”

“And well he should.” Belle said. “Foiling that bomb plot by getting nearly everyone out of the building before it collapsed saved countless lives including the Commissioners.”

“T’was only doing my job.” Gold murmured, clearly embarrassed.

Plumette brought in the tea at that point. Changing the discussion to Gold’s obvious relief. Belle poured. “You take milk I believe?”

“If it’s no trouble I prefer the lemon.” He responded.

She set down the milk pitcher. “You always had milk at the Tearoom.”

“The Tearoom across from the station did not provide lemon.” Gold pointed out.

“True.” Adding a slice of lemon she handed him his cup. “Sandwiches? Cook got a touch over enthusiastic, so please have several.”

“Cook doesn’t have the opportunity to show off her skill to gentlemen callers very often.” Granny said pointedly as she took a salmon sandwich and a macaroon.

Belle frowned at the older woman, but did not comment. Instead encouraging Gold to eat by indulging in some light conversation.

Only when it was clear he had eaten his fill did she ask, “You had a matter you wanted to discuss?”

“Uhm, yes.” He looked uncomfortable. “If it’s not too forward of me, I was hoping you might provide an introduction. Now that I’m retired from the Yard I need to find other work.

“We won’t starve on my pension. But it’s no enough to pay for my boy’s schooling.” Gold glanced down into his tea cup. “He’s a bright boy. If I can get him a decent education he could go on to University. Give him the opportunities that he deserves.”

He looked up to meet her eyes. “To do that I need work. I know how to use a typewriter, take shorthand and can write a fair hand. My leg won’t interfere with secretarial work, but I need a way in the door. I know it’s presumptuous to ask it of you, but I hoped you might be willing to recommend me to someone in need of a secretary? If I can just show what I can do I’m sure I can give satisfaction.”

“Yes! Oh, that would be perfect!” Belle set down her cup and hurried over to her writing desk to find her notebook. “You’ll come work for me!”

“I’m no looking for charity, Miss French.” Inspector, now Mr., Gold sound wounded. “I can earn properly. I just need someone to give me a chance.”

“I wanted to start a consulting detective practice to assist women who aren’t comfortable taking their problems to male detectives for some time.” Belle enthused. “With your experience and contacts you’d be invaluable to my endeavor. Not charity in the least.”

Gold blinked. “You’re no serious?”

“Oh, she’s serious all right.” Granny signed. “Show him your plan, dear.”

Thrusting her notebook into his hands, Belle explained. “I’ve been thinking about the cases where I’ve assisted you. In nearly all of them the women involved had family or personal problems that were not really issues that the police would or could deal with. With more information, and some practical advice, they could have found solutions to their problems. I’ve been trying to devise a way to supply that. My problem is that, even with a chaperon, there are places I not permitted to go and information I can’t access. You, on the other hand, can readily go places and do things that I’m not allowed.”

As she spoke, Gold had started thumbing through her notes. His eyebrows when up, “Uhm, Miss French, while your intentions are… admirable, the sort of private investigative agency you have in mind… Well, these sorts of domestic ‘issues’ as you call them tend to be tawdry at best.”

“I have pointed that out.” Granny put in.

“I’m not some innocent debutante.” Belle said. “I old enough and have done enough charity work to know how unkind the world can be to women. And I have the means and ability to do something about it.”

“Not all problems have solutions, Miss.” Gold cautioned. “And even where there are solutions, you won’t always be able to uncover them.”

“You said yourself I made an excellent detective.” Belle reminded him.

“I think what I said was that you had an uncanny knack of stumbling head first into the thick a mare’s nest.” Gold responded. “T’was no meant as a compliment.

“Although I’ll grant you, you’re a better detective than any of those fools the Yard saddled me with over the years.” Gold admitted grudgingly.

Belle preened. Gold’s opinion of his colleagues was not high, but he also did not make compliments without meaning them.

He continued looking at her notes. “You planned this in detail.” He allowed.

“I have. And even if we never manage to get any clients, I do enough charity and social work that I need a private secretary.” Belle was sure that once she had Gold in her employ he would help her move forward with her plans. He would be too interested in solving the puzzles not to. “Which is precisely what you’re looking for.”

“Not to mention that you’d be far better able to protect her when she goes haring off on one of her ‘adventures’ than I am.” Granny put in dryly. “That alone would earn you your salary.”

Granny’s argument clearly made an impression on him. “If you’re certain I could be of service?”

“Yes!” She would have a helper in her endeavors. And a companion who treated her seriously. She clapped her hands. “We have a deal then?”

“We do.” Gold agreed offering his hand for her to shake,

#RUMBELLE IS HOPE #joylee56 fanfic #Rumbelle fic #Lady Detective #rumbelleishope

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rain-drop-sky · 7 years ago

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As a prompt could Sid and Geno do a reality show

It’s a brand new reality/celebrity/travel/game show mashup where contestants are assigned into random pairs and are forced to learn and work together as a team over the course of 3 weeks while completing various tasks around the world, all while being filmed 24/7. All the contestants are celebrities of some sort and they’re each competing for a 3 million dollar prize to go to a charity of their choice.

Geno is the beloved captain of the two time Stanley Cup Champions Pittsburgh Penguins. He has smashed hockey records left and right and together with his close friend Alexander Ovechkin, led Russia to gold at the 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics. Sid first started out as a self-taught cooking channel on Youtube and endeared himself to the public with his earnest instructions and series on cooking with a tight budget and limited equipment. His dream was to go to culinary school and when his fans found out, they donated money to help with his tuition costs. Combined with his ad revenue and sponsorship deals, he’s able to attend and graduates at the top of his class from the International Culinary Centre. He now owns and runs a Michelin Star farm-to-table restaurant located in NYC

As a teaser, the show releases snippets of each celebrity’s audition tape to join the show. Some are the standard polite “Hi, my name is ___ and I’m signing up to raise money for ____.” staged puff pieces with stylish clothing, bright natural light, and minimalist sets. Some, usually younger indie celebrities, film their audition tapes while doing something extreme. One teenaged singer filmed himself shrieking his audition lines while bungee jumping.

But there are two that go viral. The first is of Evgeni Malkin laughing as he squirms on a barstool wearing a bright Pens jersey. “Why I need do this, you already bought me dinner yesterday and I say yes Ilya,” Geno says to someone off-camera. A muffled voice tells Geno exasperatedly to just do the intro, they need it for the show. Geno sighs dramatically and looks to the camera. “Hi, my name is Geno Malkin. I play a little hockey. My friend run this show and is very sad–” “Hey!” an outraged voice cuts in while sounds of laughter can be heard off-camera. “–very sad, so he beg and promise me fancy dinner if I join the team. This isn’t an audition Ilya if I’m guaranteed a spot! Fake!” Geno shouts, sticking his tongue out cheekily. He’s still laughing as he’s pelted with wadded up paper and the camera cuts off as a short dark haired man walks into the frame, “screw you Zhenya, this is my show and you will stop being a pest–” The second looks like a real tv show trailer - there are elegant shots of of New York City and the interior of a rustic restaurant along sharp crisp shots of cooking and food prep. Interspersed are candid clips of a smiling man. “My name is Sidney Crosby.” “I’m the owner-chef of Alexandre here in New York City.” “Supporting youth outreach programs and homeless youth shelters is very important to me.” The official audition tape ends with a shot of Sidney’s hand sliding a beautiful entree into frame but a clip is attached to end where a much more rumpled looking Sidney Crosby is in the kitchen and frowning at the camera as he wipes his hands with a dish towel. “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember signing up for a reality tv show. Are you sure you have the right person?” A hand holds out an ipad and he watches the tape shown earlier. “Wait, I remember this shot. And this one. Wait, where’s Tanger?” He twists around. “Tanger? TANGER. DID YOU SIGN ME UP FOR REALITY TV YOU *BEEP*” He looks over his shoulder apologetically. “Sorry, kitchens don’t really have clean language. KRISTOPHER.” The camera cuts to a new scene where a pretty man in chef whites and long shiny hair gives a very Gallic shrug. “I have a talent for editing along with cooking I suppose.” He smiles slyly. “You’re dying to get him on though aren’t you?”

Geno and Sid are paired up and awkwardly introduce themselves to each other. Sid hasn’t really followed any sports aside from his sister’s gymnastic meets since he quit hockey as a kid after having his leg broken twice by other vengeful kids in the local leagues. Geno doesn’t care or have much opinion on food aside that Russian food is best and steak is mandatory before games. He’s confused and wonders how on earth Sid runs a farm with a fully functioning restaurant in the middle of Manhattan until Sid explains what farm-to-table means. “I’m no clotheshorse like you but even I know Eurotrash is never in style and Jesus, he was wearing a shirt made up of 3 different shirts poorly stitched together,” Sid hisses into the phone to Tanger. “Does it make him or me look more like an ass when he can’t keep up with me during physical activities?” Geno muses to Sasha. “He’s a chef, I highly doubt he walks more than a couple kilometres a day.”

All the show pairings are a bit lopsided to be fair. Some pairs start off being overly polite and not wanting to step on any toes while some are instantaneously comfortable and ooze charisma. Some fail at everything spectacularly, aiming for comedic relief, and even a few agree to be the (comparatively mild) villains that all reality shows need for ratings. Sid and Geno start off as one of the polite teams until Geno forgets himself and screams “DRIVE FASTER SID, WHAT ARE YOU, BLIND GRANDPA? DON’T LET *BEEP* TONY AND ELEANOR BEAT US *BEEP*” while Sid first drives a Zamboni in the relay race. “WHO’S A SLOW *BEEP* NOW, YOU’RE PAID TO BE FAST. SOME *BEEP BEEP* HOME ADVANTAGE YOU’RE PROVING TO BE” Sid yells back when Geno tries to gun it on his turn. “I’m so happy you competitive too,” Geno says as afterwards when they’re the first and only team to make it onto a flight to Alaska. “I’m a chef, we’re all hypercompetitive control freaks.” Sid replies. The ice is broken from then on. “I’m impress with how much swear,” Geno comments as they’re setting up a tent in Costa Rica. “Have you never seen a cooking show?” Sid snorts. “We’re not PG at all. There’s a reason why studios don’t do live shows in real kitchens.” He looks directly into the camera and grins sunnily. “*Beep beep beep* and *beep beeeep* you *beeeeeeeep*” Geno looks at him with admiration. “Need to use that on team,” he declares.

Sid and Geno quickly become fan favourites. The show has some pacing issues and a few pairs never end up with any appealing chemistry but Sid and Geno make the show rocket to the top of viewership ratings and become meme lords on their own. “No Geno, don’t pet!” “But it’s cute!” becomes one of the show’s taglines. The internet delights in making memes and gifs of Geno cradling any kind of animal declaring “It’s cute so I pet!” while Sid facepalms to the side. Viewers comment online how much chemistry the two have and how adorable they are together. Fans lose their mind when Geno cries on camera when they get to meet real emperor penguins. “I’m sorry Ilya for make fun of you,” he sniffles as he carefully pets a patient penguin. “You best friend. Best.”

They unfortunately don’t win and exit the show as the third to last team. They lost their original 4 hour lead due to a freak storm that grounded all flights from their terminal. Fans are devastated and the producers try to cushion the blow by including an extra clip of Geno and Sid parting ways before returning to their regular lives. “Keep in touch, okay Sid? Have to come watch and cheer on Pens when we come crush Rangers at Madison Square Gardens.” Geno says seriously as he holds onto Sid’s shoulders. “I’ll feed you steak before your games,” Sid promises. They hug tightly and the episode ends there before they step apart.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW? Ask various prominent news outlets. Accounts are set up to track where Sid and Geno are spotted and whether or not they’re still in touch. Nothing seems to go on between the two of them although Geno puts out a press release after pledging 3 million dollars to support research at Children’s Hospital of UPMC and assisting families of sick children. When asked, he shrugs and answers “joined show to raise money for hospital. Didn’t win but I’m still hockey player. Pittsburgh always support me so I’m want to give back.” Sid is featured in New York Times when he does a feature on a new week-long limited menu that will be featured at Alexandre’s come November. “All profits will be donated and split between Big Brothers Big Sisters and local homeless youth shelters,” Sid states. “Although I didn’t win, I still want to donate and support youth in our city.” Fans are disappointed when it appears the “It’s Cute!” ship has sunk until a picture appears on Geno’s instagram account. Best Friends )))) is the caption under a shadowed picture of Geno and Sid grinning in Moscow. An investigative frenzy launches but it turns out that Geno did a late post and Sid is long gone from Russia. There’s a buzz night of the first Rangers/Pens game in New York and dedicated fans capture Evgeni Malkin stepping into Alexandre’s and getting the pre-game steak he was promised. He leads the Pens to a 5-1 victory while Sid watches by the glass, netting himself a natural hat trick along the way.

Two years later, Sid announces he’ll be opening a new restaurant, Sophia, in Pittsburgh. When asked, he responds that his restaurants are named after his sous-chef and business partner Kris Letang’s children. When further pressed, he smiles and says he has friends in Pittsburgh who made a convincing case for opening his new restaurant here. No official comments are made though Geno and the rest of the Pens are seen often frequenting Sophia and Sid can always be spotted at home games and Pens events. Nine months later, an eagle-eyed fan spots and tweets a picture of a silver band topped with a sizeable diamond glittering on Sid’s left hand as he cheers at Geno’s game winning overtime goal.

Send me an anonymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write starting off with ‘I wish you would write a fic where…’. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

#ask rain-drop-sky #sid/geno #sidney crosby/evgeni malkin #hockey rpf #reality tv!au #prompt fill #pittsburgh penguins #my writing #krynny

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hello-sanshine · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ as Types of Students in Majors

Hi all! This is my first ever post for ATEEZ. I love them so much ugh. I hope you’ll support and look forward to my future fics❣️

Hongjoong (The Arts Kid)

He’s from the Sonic Arts course at your school

And this boy.

Everyone knew him

He made sick beats and dope ass mixes

He was also the president of the music production club

EVERYONE THINKS HE S SO COOL

“Hey Joong, you free after school to listen to my track?”

“Joong, do you mind helping me with my live sound class project?”

“Yo my dude, I need someone to help me create an original soundtrack for my theatre group.”

He. Was. That. Bitch.

He has so many projects under his belt and yet he never wavers

And he’s so kind -

“Sure I can help. When is your deadline?”

“I’ll come over to your classroom to discuss your project. What time do you end class?”

Sometimes he sleeps in the recording booth during lunchtime

He doesn’t want to look tired infront of his Lecturers and peers

Reaches home after 10PM Everyday

Of course he doesn’t forget to do his own work

He isn’t Kim Hongjoong for no reason

Seonghwa (The Science Wiz)

He’s from Biomedical Science

All the girls love him!!

All the boys want to be him

Such a sweetheart

That even Lecturers were fond of him

Always the first one in the lecture hall and science labs

Always the last to leave class

“Mdm Lee, do you need help carrying those reports back to your office?

“Ah yes, thank you Seonghwa. You didn’t have to.”

The class always moves as one because of him

He keeps everyone organised so he’s the unofficial official leader of the class

Eats lunch with the whole class. Literally. For reals..

He asks everyone out to lunch

AT THE SAME TIME

Leads everyone into the campus cafe

Breaks the awkward silence with :

“Is everyone seaTED PROPER??”

His classmates think he’s strange but he just wants everyone to be included

He’s the sweetest

Yunho (The Prodigy)

He’s from Engineering but not just any kind of engineering — he’s in aerospace engineering!!

Aspires to be the Einstein of aircrafts

But he’s always LATE

Apologises so many times it’s comical

“This is my report, Mr Kang vetted it yesterday so I’ve made the necessary amendments- speaking of amendments.. I’m so sorry for being late today.. and yesterday and last week too.”

Everyone likes him

He’s a cool guy especially because he answers all the Lecturer’s questions so the class doesn’t have to

“I know it’s a change but can anyone other THAN YUNHO answer my next question?”

LoVES PRACTICAL LESSONS

He gets to wear his one piece jumpsuit and boots so he’s like !!!

Always volunteers during demonstrations

Does well at every practical

So he stays back a little after school to explain to those who didn’t get it

“The practical exam is tmr.. does anyone want to go over the concepts again together? I don’t mind staying!”

Looks like a show off to others but his own classmates know he isn’t like that

Is appreciated by all his peers

Yeosang (The wallflower)

He’s from the Journalism course

He’s quite popular amongst the ladies

Not just for his looks but he’s low key amazing at taking photos

He owns a shelf collection of cameras and drones

His drone shots are *insert a chefs kiss*

Works part time as a photographer for a modelling agency

So after school he’s like BYE FELICIA

Everyone’s like “how is he nOT THE MODEL HIMSELF??”

Besides his dope camera skills

He writes well too

His best works are in lifestyle and community articles

The editor of the campus newspaper has him on speed dial

“Hey yeos, so there’s an event happening at the school’s open area. And Hongjoong’s producing their music! Think you could get some nice shots of him DJ-ing and interview some people for a story?”

“Say no more fam” Yeosangs already on his way

He’s quiet but reliable

“Do you need help adjusting your camera’s settings?”

“Here hand it over, I’ll set it for you. You won’t have to change it afterwards unless you’re filming outdoors.”

An actual angel and will go out of his way to help

If anyone needs a real life super man, Yeosang’s the one

Mingi (The Hardworker)

He’s from Architecture and boy is he

A clown!!!!

Wears formal clothes to class like ??

His bag is a briefcase

One word ..

Odd fleX

Walks into the class 2 minutes before it begins

Strangely enough he’s more responsible than he is tardy

Always has all his work supplies and notes ready

Is a total goof in class

“Can anyone tell me why the Burj Khalifa is one of the tallest buildings in the world?”

“Because it drank lots of milk”

“Okay thanks for that Mingi”

“I mean that’s why I’m so tall”

But when it comes to the actual projects and work,,,

boy goes all out

No one touch him while he’s working

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

He’s so focused. He can finish a draft in half a day.

Is usually one of the first people to leave the class

Prefers to work alone at home so don’t expect to find him anywhere in school after curriculum hours

Can work under pressure

He’s pulled several all nighters and he’s really ;

Productive!!

Works hard no matter what time of day

San (The Overly Friendly Kid)

This kid is from the Events Management course

And he loves his course!!

LOUD SO VERY LOUD

And everyone knows him

Not because he’s loud but because his name is literally one syllable

“SAN” here

“SAN” there

Everyone just loves this guy

He’s so lovable and cheerful people want to be around him

When there’s a project, San’s the first person people want in their team

And whoever gets him in their team is one lucky bastard

He gives great ideas

But he’s a little too chatty

Though no one gets tired of him

Everyone’s just like :0

On the day of the event project you can bet your ass San will step up

“Could we get those tables over here please?”

“The buffet should come in at 10AM.”

“Yeah Yeosang should be coming later today to cover our event for the paper.”

“Hey your shoe lace is untied..”

Bends down to help you tie your shoe laces

AAAAAAAAAH he’s so princely on event days

When he’s such a mess during class

The duality of this kid

Wooyoung (The Charmer)

He’s from Sport Sciences

HES A sTRAIGHT UP BEAST

Definition of a flirt!!

While he’s scaling the rock walls, his ears can pick up on voices

Specifically.. voices of those fawning over him

He turns his head and smiles boyishly

“Hey you, what are you up to? Wanna grab lunch together later?”

Such a baBE

Whether if he’s in the exercise labs or in the gym... he’s so per fect

His classmates usually ask him for favours like:

“Ah you want me to pace you around the track? sure don’t be shy HAHA, meet you there in 10.”

5 minutes later he’s alr dressed in running attire and a headband

“Don’t forget to stretch, bud. You don’t wanna get a cramp mid run HAHA.”

Very big on his ‘HAHA’

“Your lab report on muscle density was amazing! I read it thrice HAHA.”

Speaking of reports, he loves procrastinating

BUT he’s the type of person who’ll be able to complete it right before the deadline

We’re talking 10 minutes before the deadline kind of last minute

His work isnt perfect but he manages to scrape by

Lucky boy right here

Jongho (The Culinary King??)

He’s that screaming kid from Culinary Operations

He’s not the brightest bulb there is

But he works really hard

Burned the kitchen once though

And set off the fire alarm and sprinklers twice

His cooking is a hit or miss

Sometimes he makes Michelin type foods

Other times.. let’s just say that everyone needs to evacuate the school

“Jongho your apron is on backwards.”

“Did you wash the veggies Jongho?”

“ThE STOVE JONGHO YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE!!”

Something always happens in the kitchen

But in theory class, this boy is a whole different person

Scores full marks

Model student

Just that he isn’t too good at practicals

You’ll find him in the library at lunch

He’ll be reading but he’ll also be napping

He’s cute tho

His tenacity and passion makes everyone love him even with his clumsy tendencies

#ateez #ateezhongjoong #ateezseonghwa #ateezyeosang #ateezmingi #ateezsan #ateezwooyoung #ateezjongho #ateezyunho #kqfellaz #ateezfics #ateezscenarios

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wineanddinosaur · 6 years ago

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Nine Power Couples of the Bar World — and How They Make It Work

Everybody loves a love story. This February, we’re celebrating some of the beverage industry’s coolest, most inspiring couples in a two-part series.

Here, we toast to the dynamic duos of the bar community. Some met on the job and worked together for years before realizing they wanted a romantic relationship. Others got married a month after meeting. Others slid into each other’s DMs “with the quickness” after commenting on the same Instagram. Bar trends change, but these nine industry power couples have staying power.

Julie Reiner and Susan Fedroff

Partners, Pegu Club, Leyenda, and Clover Club. New York

How they met:

Julie: “We met in San Francisco at a friends and family brunch that Susan was managing (I was bartending in San Francisco at the time as well). It was at a place called Backflip in the Phoenix Hotel. She brought me a Bloody Mary with a grilled shrimp garnish. We were introduced, and she gave me the warmest hug I had ever had. We started dating shortly after that first meeting, and haven’t been apart since.”

Why it works:

Julie: “We moved to NYC in 1998 so that Susan could go to grad school at NYU. I was managing a bar in the West Village while she was in school. Our schedules were totally opposite, and we never saw each other… When I had the opportunity to open Flatiron Lounge, Susan decided that she wanted to open the bar with me so that we would see more of each other. She had a master’s in finance, so her role in the bar would be very different from mine. I handle the front of house, PR, marketing, and events, and she handles a lot of the daytime work and financials. So, it works.”

Kelsey Ramage and Iain Griffiths

Co-Founders, The Trash Collective. Toronto, Canada

Credit: Steve Woodburn

How they met:

Kelsey: “Iain was heading up creative for Dandelyan and I was bartending there, so we ended up working on a few drinks together, and that led to some flirting, and then there was a staff party, and then we did a horrible job hiding it from colleagues for months, and so on…”

Iain: “There was also a lot of late-night Jack Daniels in those early days, remember? Eeesh…we almost never worked together, though! Kels came and smashed a team trial and was all good to go, and then I went on a two-week holiday and never got it finalized. I came back from holidays and Ryan [Chetiyawardana] was like, ‘What happened to that rad Canadian chick?’ at which point I nearly sh*t myself and immediately called her.”

Why it works:

Iain: “Well, our relationship might be a little different as pretty soon — six months — after getting together, we started working on our own business together. And previous to sharing a pillow, we’d spent a lot of hours in the trenches working side-by-side, so a lot of the industry nuances took a backseat to some much bigger focuses… From the get-go, we had clear professional boundaries and were then focused on figuring out shit like how to curate a global pop-up tour that would become Trash Tiki.”

“I was honestly blind to [misogyny in our industry] in a lot of ways before going into business with a female partner, and then also saw firsthand exactly how that impacts us personally. You wind up taking this position of ‘us against the world,’ which sounds extreme but with all the work, travel, partying, and additional stress we put on our relationship, you need to always know you have each other’s backs. And we definitely do.”

Audrey Saunders and Robert Hess

Industry Mentor and Owner, Pegu Club; and Co-Founder, The Museum of the American Cocktail, Author, and Drinks Expert. Seattle

How they met:

Robert: “Technically, we first met around 1998 when Audrey joined the discussion forum that I was running as part of DrinkBoy.com… I believe Audrey joined at the recommendation of Dale DeGroff, her mentor.

“It was in 2002 when I first had a chance to meet Audrey in person. I was on a business trip to New York City for Microsoft, and in the evenings I had time to myself so I could check out the cocktail scene during my visit. On the first night, I made arrangements with Martin Doudoroff, another member of the forum, to meet up at Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle Hotel, where Audrey was the beverage director at the time. The three of us spent several hours chatting about various things, and I invited Audrey to join me the next night for dinner at Lupa, where a bartender friend of mine from New York was working… As it turned out, my friend got his dates mixed up and wasn’t able to show up. Audrey and I had a nice dinner there, and afterwards she decided to show me a couple of the notable bars in town. Our first visit was to Milk & Honey, and from there we went to Angel’s Share.

“On the following night, Dale DeGroff was doing one of his ‘Cocktail Safaris’ as part of the Institute of Culinary Education. These ‘classes’ would consist of touring students through several different New York bars which were doing interesting things with cocktails. On that night the tour included Layla, Grace, Pico (where Audrey joined up with the tour), and then lastly Dylan Prime and Bubble Lounge for a nightcap.

“After spending so much time with Audrey over these three days, it was clear that there was something special there. However, Audrey had her career firmly established in New York, and mine was in Seattle… Tales of the Cocktail would be a regular event that would bring us together, and it was at Tales in 2009 that we decided we needed to see if we could take it the next level. Audrey was working on a project in L.A., which at least brought her closer to Seattle, and it made it easier for me to travel down there periodically for visits.

“Then in 2010, Audrey moved to join me in Seattle. And in 2011 we got married.”

Why it works:

Robert: “The industry had a very big effect over our relationship — not only was it the focus that both of us had on this industry that brought us together to begin with, but it was the various industry events that we would attend over the years that kept us in contact while we lived on opposite sides of the country.

“It’s of the utmost importance that you enjoy each other’s company OUTSIDE of the industry — meaning that if neither of you could ever work another day within it, that you would still have fun in love together.”

Anistatia Miller and Jared Brown

Drinks Historian and Author; Author, Drinks Historian, and Master Distiller at Sipsmith. Cotswolds, U.K.

Credit: Caleb Krivoshey

How they met:

Jared: “We met in New York at a party… Anistatia was throwing a sit-down holiday dinner for 55 people in her Greenwich Village loft. She prepared the food herself and had hired someone to assist her the night of. However, for the week leading up to the party, that person didn’t reply to her voicemails.

“The day of the party, she had lunch with my cousin Daniel. She was in a panic and he handed her my number, explaining that I was a ‘starving hotel school student and also a talented chef.’ She rang the restaurant where I was cooking and explained her predicament. I let my sous chef take over and jumped into a taxi.

“The party went well, in large part because throughout the night it felt as if we had always been together. The next day I dropped off a dozen irises to her. That evening, I called and asked if she would be up for a Chinese takeaway. She said yes. I brought a photo album with me to properly introduce myself, which we looked through as we ate.

“Then I asked her to marry me. She said yes — no need to scroll back up, this really was the night after we first met. We would have gotten married that week but we had schedule problems, and finally got married a month after we met. Now, it has been nearly 27 years.”

Why it works:

Jared: “We are not great at spending time apart. The drinks industry is also about as far as you can get from M to F and 9 to 5. Working together and sharing jobs meant we got much, much more time together.

“I can’t imagine a jealous person surviving a relationship within the drinks industry, but we have managed nearly three decades so far, with most of it spent firmly full-time in various areas of the booze biz. And yes, it can get crazy in ways that working real estate or insurance or banking or law simply never will. Being forgiving is essential. So is not bringing the party home with you. The bigger the parties, the more essential it is that home is your personal rehab and that you keep each other on track.

“Did I mention forgiveness? I wish I could remember which author said something like, ‘Everyone needs to get drunk at least once a year, if only to keep them from getting sanctimonious when it happens to others.’”

Elayne Duff and Philip Duff

Founder and Chief Cocktail Educator at Duff on the Rocks; Consultant/Educator and Chief Genever Officer at Old Duff Genever. New York

How they met:

Elayne: Philip and I met at Tales of the Cocktail! We were sitting across from each at a brand dinner at Commander’s Palace, hosted by mixologist Brian Van Flandern, then global brand ambassador for Don Julio Tequila. We had never met each other before and ended up in an argument about the effectiveness of brand ambassadors (I, at that moment, happened to be one, and Philip had basically invented the job years before).

“I would not find out until years later that Philip loves to debate the unpopular side — it is one of the things that I admire about him, but at times it can also drive me insane. Being in the industry, Philip and I would run into each other from time to time at trade shows and bars in different parts of the world. Our debates continued, a friendship formed, and years after we met, a long-distance relationship began. Two years later, we were married!

Why it works:

Philip: “Being in the industry really helped our relationship, to be honest. Our traveling lifestyles made it easy to maintain a relationship even though I lived in Amsterdam and Elayne in New York while we were dating; I made sure I visited New York for three weeks, every three weeks, but often we’d meet up at bar shows and events elsewhere in between. That wouldn’t have been possible even 10 years ago but the industry has become so international that a transatlantic relationship was feasible.”

Elayne: “We have many of the same friends and even sometimes clients that cross over — this gives us plenty to chat about over Martinis!”

Nicole Salicetti and Mcson Salicetti

Bartender, Henry at Life Hotel; Head Bartender, Terrazzo at Park Terrace Hotel. New York

How they met:

Nicole: “It was May 12, 2014. The Saturday prior, I had worked an event where I met a fellow ‘mixologist’ who had mentioned he would be guest bartending at this really cool cocktail bar, Botanic Lab. He invited me to be his guest. As I was just getting my feet wet in the world of bartending, I accepted the invitation and was excited to go.

“At the event, the bartender who had invited me was kinda busy and mostly left me on my own; at some point I was standing at the bar alone, drink in hand, and noticed a guy who had just entered the venue but immediately went under the bar. Clearly he worked there.

“I needed something — it may have been a napkin or a straw, something simple, nothing to put the guy out or anything. I attempted to get his attention and he waved me away, saying, ‘Sorry, miss, I’m not working.’ I was taken aback and tried to explain I simply needed him to hand me a napkin. With the same dismissal, he made me aware that he was NOT working. His version of events up to this point is a bit different. Anyway, after some sarcastic banter while we were later on the same side of the bar, and many shots of mezcal later, we fell in love. (Well, in like, anyway.)”

Why it works:

Nicole: “Mcson and I truly vibe off of each other’s endeavors… We can sit and talk about spirits or cocktail development or brands. I feel like that commonality is unique in that it’s not a boring industry, so two individuals in this industry can always have stimulating conversation.

“We both have a genuine passion for what we do and every aspect of the industry. We have been blessed to experience some of the greatest perks this industry has to offer, like sponsored trips, education, amazing events, and things we could never do without being so immersed in it. We bond over the daily trials of the grind and laugh over them, too — we both understand the struggle and also the pride that comes after a great shift!”

Brooke Toscano and Michael Toscano

Head Bartender at Pouring Ribbons and Whiskey Guardian at Angel’s Envy; New York Brand Ambassador at Lustau. New York

How they met:

Michael: “Brooke and I meet in August of 2014 at the Spirits Academy put on by Southern Wine & Spirits in Indianapolis. It’s basically an eight-week college class where you learn about the history of alcohol and different spirits.

“Over the next few weeks, I would sit in class with a coworker and just casually stare at this girl and talk about how beautiful she was, but I just couldn’t talk to her. It took me two months to finally make a move. Finally, on Oct. 20, 2014, I walk into her bar (a friend told me she’d be working that day). We make eye contact and she stops dead in her tracks and says, ‘Hey, what are you doing here?’ I reply with, ‘I’m here to see you.’ She then proceeds to awkwardly laugh and walk away. No bullsh*t, she just left me standing there.

“She comes back in what feels like an hour, asks what I want to drink (I order a neat pour of Bulleit and shoot it like it’s water). She asks me again why I’m there, and I say: ‘I’m here to see you. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I know I don’t know you, but I would love the opportunity to get to know you. I’m an adult and you can say no… I would completely understand, I just figured I should tell you.’

“We proceed to talk here and there and as time goes by she tells me she can’t pass her number over the bar to me due to hotel policy, but I can give her my number. At this point I feel like this is the end, but I took my shot and it was worth it. Two days later, I get a text saying, ‘Hey…it’s Brooke,’ and the rest is history (we’re married now).”

Why it works:

Michael: “There are a lot of positive things happening in the industry right now when it comes to raising awareness, supporting positive causes, and more. Those things are very important to both of us. It feels nice to have a partner that wants to attend and help in those events even when we both have a night off together.

“For us, it’s all about balance. Yes, we have nights where we are out way too late and have taken one or two too many shots, but we also spend time at home with our dogs and one another, find time for the gym, and take vacations that don’t involve liquor companies. It’s all about open communication with one another, honesty, mutual respect, and support.”

Taylor Adorno and Orlando Franklin McCray

Bartender, Ghost Donkey; Bartender, Maison Premiere. New York

How they met:

Orlando: “[A friend] had posted a Boomerang of Taylor working at Seamstress that I left a comment on. She slipped in my DMs and I thought she just wanted my contact because she was doing activations for a brand at the time.

“Our first date was at Syndicated in Brooklyn. I walked in thinking it was an activation. After we were hanging out at the bar for a few minutes before the movie started I thought she just had a really bad activation because no one else showed up. It took me like two hours to figure out it was in fact a date.”

Taylor: “As a millennial does in the hospitality industry, I slid into those DM’s…with the quickness. I asked him out on what I thought he knew was a date. When I arrived he was nice but it felt a bit informal. There were several bartenders he recognized at the bar but after they said hi and walked away he had a face of confusion.

“As the date went along, it took us going to the third bar for him to get that we were on a date. I was so embarrassed…he thought that my activation was a flop and that he was the only one who had showed up. As a result he ‘accompanied’ me to the other bars thinking ‘poor girl, no one showed up to her event.’ Shortly after he realized this was a date and three White Negronis later (thanks to Austin Hartman), we were making out in the backyard of The Narrows.”

Why it works:

Orlando: “I’m in the Bacardi Legacy Competition right now and she’s very much my biggest critic and supporter of what I’m doing. She just schooled me on how to make my syrup better and easier — I always appreciate her input.”

Taylor: “There were two things I remember asking him on our second date; those were, ‘Do you like rum?’ and ‘Do you like Drake?’ He loves rum as much as he loves Drake. I knew then that this was going to work out. We make each other drinks at home (well, actually, he mostly makes drinks at home. I drink them). It’s a great system that I intend on keeping.”

Carey Jones and John McCarthy

Freelance Spirits Writer and Author; Spirits Writer, Consulting Mixologist, and Author. San Francisco

Credit: Zofia & Co. Photography

How they met:

John: “Carey reviewed me! [We] met when she came into the bar I was running. She was a friend of the chef’s, so I got the word to give her and her friend the VIP treatment. I made a tasting menu for them, and at the end of it she asked if she could come in and interview me about the cocktail menu. I pretended that happened all the time, and no problem. The interview went well. Carey had questions, I had answers.

“After the interview, our PR rep who was there with me told me that she thought ‘that writer’ liked me. I didn’t agree and said so. But she pointed out that Carey had seemed so interested in what I had to say, and asked me so many questions…I told her, ‘I thought that’s how interviews work!’

“Shortly thereafter, the group I worked for opened a new bar-restaurant, and Carey would come in to see her friend the chef pretty regularly. And over time we became friends. Looking back, I realize that for coming in to see her friend the chef, she didn’t eat much.”

Carey: “We became friends very quickly. John is generous and chatty and just fun behind the bar, and, as everyone in this industry knows, visiting bartender friends is the best. But it was more than a year before we started dating. I was seeing someone else at the time, John had his own things going on, and I think we were both eventually surprised that there was mutual interest. But it all worked out.”

Why it works:

John: “We wrote a book together and we’re still married! Our book is a series of flowcharts that lead you to your ideal recipe, then 170 original cocktail recipes. Carey had a brilliant idea of using whiteboard wallpaper to plan out the book’s flowcharts. So, we moved all the furniture from one wall and covered it with whiteboard wallpaper. I have very strong memories of Carey on a ladder with a dry erase marker as we worked out the charts for our book.”

Carey: “I think we collaborate so well because we have such different roles and different careers: John’s the cocktail guy, I’m the writer. I’d say we work well together…95 percent of the time. No collaboration is perfect, and we definitely had disagreements about the book. And when it’s your husband you’re disagreeing with, not just a co-author or colleague, of course it feels more personal. But there’s also a greater willingness to hear each other out and figure things out.

“We feel really great about the attention the book has received and the reception it’s gotten, and I love that we can share that — I genuinely feel proud of each other and what we’ve accomplished as a duo.”

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