#i’m going to my high school best friend’s baby shower

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i can only watch the first 15 minutes of quali so prepare for chaos

[jamminvroomvroom]

busy.

ln x fem!reader

in which there’s a whole club of people waiting to celebrate the race winner, but he’s a bit busy…

hehehehe i’ve been cooking this one up since he won!! obsessed with this, it’s really not my best work in terms of literary masterpieces, but…. it’s horny self indulgence. enjoy, lemme know what you think, love you!!!

songs to set the mood: the alchemy by taylor swift, agora hills by doja cat, so high school by taylor swift, starboy by the weeknd

warnings: 18+!! minors dni i am so serious! this is just. porn without plot (with a lil plot) like this is peak feral needy lando, dom!lando, oral (f&m receiving), spanking, accidental voyeurism?, max verstappen, dry humping, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), touch of fluff as well, established relationship, crying, overstimulation

3.8k words

tears well in your eyes, the blurry screen telling you absolutely nothing, but it doesn’t matter anymore. he’s done it. the screams engulfing the garage seem to rattle all around you, the vibrations pushing your elation up another notch.

lando norris, formula 1 race winner.

your lando.

his voice floods your ears, so loud that the headphones seem to quiver as he screeches. a few tears roll thick down your face when he thanks his mum and dad, dedicates the win to his grandma, but then he says your name and you forget how to breathe.

“i’m nothing without you, baby.” his voice breaks, and your body is wracked with sobs.

various arms are slung over your shoulder, members of the team guiding you out of the garage and into parc ferme. the metal barrier digs into your ribs as you lean against it, desperate to catch a glimpse of him. his car rolls into position, the p1 marker sending another wave of emotion through you, and when he pulls himself out, he stands tall, proud, points to the sky.

you fall in love with him all over again.

he’s slapped on the back and passed around by the drivers but when he sets his sights on the sea of orange, nothing else exists. he’s flying over your head before you can even register it, elevated by the team and you watch him in awe. when he sees you, eyes locking with yours, a heart-melting, pantie-dropping grin spreads across his face and you can see the redness lining his eyes.

i love you he mouthes.

he’s lowered to the ground, spinning round to face you immediately. he tugs you as close as he can, the barrier definitely leaving it’s mark on both of you, and kisses you messily. all of the energy that he has left, all that he can muster, is put into the kiss, leaving you breathless, tugging on the fabric of his race suit like you’ll die if he gets taken away.

“‘m so proud of you.” you whisper against his lips, shivering as his thumbs graze your cheekbones.

“i love you so fucking much.” he beams, teeth clashing with yours when he kisses you with a smile.

“go get that trophy, mr norris.” you coo, and he winks, pressing his lips to your forehead. then, he’s gone.

champagne vapour leaves your skin sticky.

-

“lando, we gotta go.” you breathe, head rolling back to give him even more access to your strained neck, resting against the door of your shared hotel room.

you’re draped in orange satin, obviously, the short dress clinging to you deliciously, the one you always pack just in case. lando had been trying to convince you to stay in and let him have his way with you, and the second he walked out of the bathroom, still dripping from his shower, there was no way the pair of you were heading anywhere in a hurry.

“says who?” he grunts, his hips digging into yours.

“there’s a whole club waiting to celebrate with you-“

“the only person i want to celebrate with is you.” he punctuates his words with a harsh nip of his teeth.

“lando.” you whine in protest, not because you actually want him to stop, but because you don’t want to deprive him of a night out with his friends.

“try and convince me to go one more time, and i’ll edge you until you fucking cry.” he licks up your neck, tugging you from against the door, and guides you towards the bed. “and when you’re begging for me to make you cum, i’ll get you dressed up all pretty and we’ll go to the club with you dripping down your thighs.”

your lips quivers, caught between your teeth at his promise. you know he means it. his eyes darken when you nod quickening your pace until you’re stood at the foot of the bed. he’d only made it as far as putting his jeans on, so you rake your nails down his chest, watching as the tanned skin pales as you dig your fingertips in.

you teeter on your tip toes, leaning up to kiss him but he pulls back, smirking, holding you at arms length while he wiggles his jeans off and clambers onto the bed. you pout, watching him position himself up against the headboard, curling two fingers that beckon you forwards. you kick off your heels, crawling up the bed until you sit pretty on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs as you straddle him, leaving the lace of your panties flush against the cotton of his underwear.

you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers catch your chin, holding you back. you whine at the way he restrains you for a second time, wanting nothing more to melt into his frame while you lick into his mouth. he tuts, damp curls falling over his forehead.

“five minutes ago you wanted to go out.” lando tilts his head accusingly, a teasing lilt to his tone.

“changed my mind.” you hum, attempting to roll your hips. he slaps your thigh, light enough that it doesn’t hurt, hard enough that you sink into submission.

“you’re gonna have to prove that to me.” he sighs, feigning sympathy. you’re pulsing against him, and he can feel the damp heat of your cunt. “you’re gonna grind your little pussy on me until i can see how wet you are. gotta convince me, baby.” he grins at you, flashing his teeth. your jaw goes slack.

“lan.” you moan, eyes widening at his instruction.

“show me how bad you wanna congratulate me.” lando’s voice drops an octave, gravelly and direct, sending bolts of lightning down your spine.

you rock your hips over his bulge, slowly at first, tentative for the first couple of glides. you can feel how hard he is, your clit bumping the thick head of his cock as you grind down on him. your wetness begins to seep through the skimpy lace as you pick up the pace, revelling in the friction, the fire that you’ve lit between your two bodies.

lando makes no effort to help you, not at first, watching smugly as you slick him up. he can feel your warmth washing over him, the way you struggle to keep going as the pleasure builds. he focuses his eyes on the splotch growing on his crotch, honing in on the way your folds are slipping out of your quite frankly useless underwear. his lip catches between his teeth, pupils blown wide. his self restraint completely dissolves, one hand tangling in your hair, slotting his lips over yours, while his other flies to your waist forcing your hips backwards and forwards.

“wanna get my tongue on you, taste the mess you’ve made.” he mumbles against your lips. your thighs clench around his waist, rutting frantically on his lap. “‘n then i’m gonna get my fingers inside of you. it’ll be so easy, won’t it? can feel you dripping already. messy girl.”

“please.” you rasp. “lando, i need you.” you’re pleading, pushing his curls back and tugging hard at the chocolate strands.

“oh, honey,” he starts, flipping you onto your back. you gasp, smoothing your hands over the slope of his back, your nails raking between his shoulder blades. “i’m gonna have you exactly how i want you.”

he doesn’t have to work too hard to get you naked, peeling sodden lace down your thighs and shoving the satin of your dress over your tits, off of your frame. it cascades onto the floor, wrinkled in a heap, but you couldn’t possibly care less, not when he’s snaking down your body on a mission. his tongue drags over your clavicle, over the curve of your breast, stopping briefly to tease your nipple. he scrapes his teeth over the bud, continuing his trail over your abdomen, the plush skin of your belly.

“say please.” lando taunts, staring up at you through thick lashes. he rests his head against your hip bone, raising an eyebrow. you’re shaking already, in no mood to play games. if this is what he wants, you can’t deny him. he’s your race winner.

“please, baby. want your tongue on me.” you pant, softening your eyes in sheer desperation.

“where?” he coos, punctuating his borderline cruel question with soft kisses over your navel.

you smile coyly, keeping eye contact as your fingers dart between your spread thighs. you dip into your folds, splaying them open for him, tracing your clit a few times. you’re utterly soaked, impressed almost.

“right here.” you’re blushing, but you know just how he likes it, and your tactics are proven right when he groans, guttural and feral, pinning your thighs to the mattress.

your head thuds against the pillows at the sensation of the first swipe, his tongue dragging from your opening to your swollen clit. his face is submerged between your thighs, you can’t see him anymore, but you can certainly feel him. you can feel the slow glide of his tongue, tasting every little drop of you, can feel the vibration when he hums out in pure bliss.

it makes your head spin, the way most guys would expect you to drop to your knees, but lando gets his kicks on his, lost between your thighs. your eyes roll back every time he burrows himself deeper, slurping obscenely where you’re dripping.

“lando!” you grit your teeth, nearing the edge, and it spurs him on, two fingers running up the crease of your thigh, lathering through your wetness.

the digits glide inside of you seamlessly, casting an echo of noise that makes you blush. he groans against your clit - you’re utterly soaked - sending a buzz shooting up your spine.

“oh, baby.” he slurs, enticed, rutting against the mattress. you’re in an absolute state, and it’s all his fault.

two fingers curl, your feet kick out uncontrollably, and he laughs, laughs, into your cunt. you can’t help yourself, barrelling towards your release, unable to resist the rush of white hot pleasure. he fucks his fingers into you even faster, you scream, throat going raw as he scissors in and out of you. your foot finds his shoulder, trying to kick him away, teetering dangerously close to the brink of overstimulation. he doesn’t let it phase him, aside from the furrowing of his brows in annoyance, slinging your leg over his shoulder and splitting you open.

“my- oh god.” you choke, spasming up the mattress. he’s not even thrusting his fingers anymore, instead he’s grinding them against that one special spot, sucking hard at your clit.

you cum again, limp on the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. you’re slurring his name, babbling incoherently when he pulls off of you, sitting back on his knees. he looks proud of himself, too proud, smirking at your lifeless body. you feel like you’re part of the mattress, so sunken into it and exhausted. he’s covered in you, lips swollen maroon, fingers coated. every part of him that has touched you seems to shine in the dim light. his curls have dried now, fluffy and untamed, falling over his greying eyes.

“taste better than champagne.” he whispers, falling onto his forearms and caging you in.

your skin litters with goosebumps, his bare chest against yours, and you crane your head, lazily kissing him. you can taste yourself on his lips, mouthing down his jaw until you reach the sensitive skin below his ear. you scrape your teeth down his jugular, slow, sinking in softly to the bulk of his shoulder. he falters, shivering, collapsing his entire body weight onto you.

plump lips suck purple splotches onto the base of his neck, where no one will see.

you want him to lose control, ram into you and fuck you like he’ll die if he doesn’t, so you continue to tease, misbehave as you rake your teeth over his bronzed skin. his eyes are shut, thick lashes dusting his cheekbones as he succumbs to your torture. your hand skims his belly, muscles pulled taut under your fingertips, and you find the band of his boxers, dipping under the fabric. he registers your touch, and something within him snaps, his eyes flying open. he rolls off of you, finding his feet as he moves from the bed to the mini fridge.

“on your knees.” he grins at you, beckoning you to the carpeted floor.

you’re dazed, staring at the green bottle in his hands. condensation runs down the thick glass of the champagne bottle and you blank, utterly perplexed by what he’s about to do, your thighs involuntarily clenching. lando’s impatient, tutting as his hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you down the bed towards him. you’re shocked back to reality by his brazenness, scrambling from the mattress. you fall to your knees, licking your lips in anticipation, watching him through gleaming doe eyes. he softens, captivated by how ready you are for him, but it’s short-lived and the smirk returns.

“go on, baby. you know what to do.” lando strokes your cheek soothingly. your fingers curl into his waistband once again, and this time he lets you drag his boxers down. his cock springs free, hard and weeping, and your mouth fills with saliva, urgently taking him into your hand. “open wide.”

you look up at him just in time, watching how he raises the champagne bottle. he shakes it, once, twice, and your jaw drops as he pops the bottle. the liquid sprays, frothy and golden, dripping down your chest, over your tits, down your belly. you’re sticky, stickier, watching him in awe as the liquid pools around your knees. you notice how he’s glistening, the spray catching his abs, dripping south.

the noise he makes is carnal, a sigh of relief sounding when you lick over his hip bone, tracing your tongue over his pelvis until you reach the base of his cock. his hips stutter when you take him between your lips, the tip hitting the back of your throat as he immediately gives in to the warmth of your wet mouth. one of his hands works through your hair, bobbing you backwards and forwards, the other clasping tight around the neck of the bottle. he raises it to his parted lips, tipping his head back as he does, the liquid falling into his mouth. your eyes trace the curve of his neck, the swell of his lips, the way his knuckles have turned white contrasting the green glass. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping onto the carpet.

“look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” lando grins dopily, his nails scratching over your scalp. the moan that emits, low and needy from the back of your throat, makes him shudder. “enough now.” he pulls you off of him, but he leaves you on your knees.

the hand in your hair travels to cup your jaw, his thumb flush against your reddened lips. he pulls them apart, bringing the bottle down to your level. you accept it, welcoming the fizzy burst of liquid, swallowing it down in gulps that make your head spin. there’s pride in his eyes when you keeps yours trained on him.

“so good for me, so well behaved.” he mumbles, more to himself it seems, but the praise still leaves you weak.

lando extends his hands, the bottle forgotten on the desk, and he pulls you to your feet, flush against him. you grab at him desperately, pawing at his lean body like he’ll disappear.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, nosing over your jaw. you flush, cheeks tinting deep and warm. “‘m so in love with you.” he purrs into your ear.

heat and raw emotion flood through your veins, and you’re shoving him backwards towards the bed, climbing on top of him. your knees bump his hips as you straddle him, your hair fanning his shoulders as you kiss him hard.

“love you. ‘m so proud. wanna show you.” your words come out frenzied, muffled as they get lost to his mouth. your teeth clash with his, his winning smile moulding against yours.

“yeah, baby? gonna show me?” lando’s eyes rake over your frame, his hands guiding your hips. you raise yourself up, your hands lining you up, and then…

“oh.”

“fuck.”

you sink down on him, filling yourself up slowly, the both of you panting already. the glide is slow, easy; he’s so big but you’re so wet.

“aren’t you glad we didn’t go out?” he hisses through gritted teeth, entranced by the way you feel, everywhere, all over him.

you nod, frantic in your agreement, your eyes rolling back in your head as you bottom out. it’s addictive, the stretch of him, your hands gliding over his abs as you try to find some balance. you rock your hips, revelling in the slow grind, up and down. your clit grazes his pubic bone with every rise and fall and you swallow hard, his body sticky under your fingertips.

“you did so good today, lan, so pretty up on that top step.” you pant, circling your hips. he groans, pulling you down so that you’re chest to chest, your lips centimetres apart, when the moment is stolen.

lando’s phone buzzes, over and over, max verstappen’s face filling the iphone screen. lando looks at the device on the bedside table, cursing under his breath.

“must be wondering where the race winner is.” you giggle, choosing to make light of the situation, rather than dwell on your ruined orgasm.

“he can wait.” lando grunts, fingers bruising your hips when he flips you onto your back, his cock staying buried so deep inside of you that you see stars when you hit the mattress.

your leg is thrown over his shoulder callously, a stoniness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. he’s determined to finish you off, show you just how bad he’s wanted you all day, remind you that you’re in bed with a someone who knows how to win. the angle change is jarring, it takes you a minute to adjust, not that he gives you the courtesy, fucking into you how you both like it as the call rings out through the room.

“baby- lando!” you yelp, your belly tight. the waves of pleasure swell in your core, his merciless antics send you barreling towards another orgasm. you’re teetering over the edge, his thumb flush against your clit, spasming at his manipulation, dangerously clos-

buzz buzz buzz buzz.

buzz buzz buzz buzz.

“for fuck sake!” lando swears, pulling out of you. you whine wantonly at the loss, pouting up at him.

he drags you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang over, flipping you angrily onto your belly. your cheek is pressed into the duvet, your toes barely graze the floor. his ringtone continues to sound out and he hastily grabs his phone. he hits the green button the same time he slides back into your cunt.

“what, max?” he spits, thrusting into you, so deep that you can’t help the screech that burns the back of your throat. it’s obscene, really, the way you gush around him at the knowledge that someone else is listening in, at the fact that lando takes pride in how good he makes you feel.

you try to muffle your cries, really, you do, but lando has other plans. he gathers your hair, winding it around his fingers so that he can pull your face out of the comforter. you sob, loud, the lewd squelch of where you’re joined with him more than audible.

“i’m busy. fuck off.” lando growls throwing the phone down onto the bed, conveniently right next to your head. the call is still in progress, but max is quick to hang up when he hears your shaky breath, poorly concealed squeals.

“you’re insane.” you manage to choke out. he laughs wetly, the sound making you dizzy.

lando shuffles the pair of you up the bed, propping you onto your knees, all the while hammering into you with that athletic stamina that makes your head spin. the pad of his index finger traces your thigh, finding home on your clit and the tears fall harder, blurring your vision. he pulls your back to his chest, beginning a deep grind that renders your speechless.

“you liked that, didn’t you? him hearing how good i make you feel.” lando’s breath fans the shell of your ear. you nod, mumbling something incoherent, too blissfully exhausted.

‘cuz you’re so good to me. so so good to me.

“thought about shoving your panties in your mouth to shut you up, but you ruined them, didn’t you baby?” lando circles your clit harder, tugging at your earlobe “remember? when you weren’t being a good for me? but you are now, aren’t you, honey? you’re my good girl, hm?”

you clamp down around him, heat licking down your spine. you’re clammy with sweat, glazed with champagne, at one with him. lando shudders as you tighten around him, holding you as close as he can get. you writhe against him when you hit your peak, slumping against him as you quiver. pearly whites sink into your flesh, hard enough to to ground you, not enough to hurt you. you love it, him, everything about this. you coax him into his orgasm, his thrusts turn sloppy and he cums, thick and hot.

it takes a solid five minutes before you can move, the pair of you crawling up the bed, stretching like two sun-kissed cats. you’re sweaty, stuck together tangled between white bedding that definitely needs changing.

“that was-“

“better than any race win.” lando sighs, languidly smiling against your hair line where he lays gentle kisses, his entire demeanour changed in a matter of minutes.

“you’re just saying that.” you tease, drumming your fingers over his chest.

“no, ‘m not. i loved every moment of today, best day of my life,” he breathes, dazed. “but i love you more.”

-

max sips his drink, the dial tone sounding through his ears.

“just won a fucking race and he’s not here yet.” oscar laughs. typical lando.

the call goes to voicemail, but max is drunk, persistent, and quite frankly, feeling a little annoying.

“‘m gonna try him again.” max nods his head, tapping against his phone screen impatiently.

“did you consider the fact that he might be… busy?” charles smirks into his drink, slumping against the back of the booth.

it’s too late, the ferrari drivers suggestion falls on deaf ears. max has made the call, again, but this time he gets an answer.

“where the fuck are you?” max asks, but then his face pales.

“what?” oscar tilts his head, watching in confusion as max wrinkles his nose.

the phone goes flying from max’s hands, thudding against the cushioned seats, his jaw hanging agape. once the disbelief subsides, he’s giggling like a child.

“guess he was busy then, hm?” charles raises a knowing eyebrow.

“yeah,” max is red now, cackling. “something like that.”

-

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chapter one - the proposal

synopsis: Y/N, a 28-year-old dreamer whose plans for marriage and motherhood crumbled when her fiancé, Jae-on, decided to "see other people," leaving her adrift in a sea of unfulfilled expectations. Just as she’s about to face the cringe of attending his baby shower with his new girlfriend, her best friend Jungkook swoops in with a wild idea; why not embark on a platonic co-parenting adventure together?

pairings: jeon jungkook + reader genre ▸ romance [mature content in future chapters

Jungkook’s place felt like a second home to you. There was something about the way the late afternoon light filtered through his sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room, that always made you feel… safe. His apartment wasn’t anything fancy, just a cozy, lived-in space, but it was warm, inviting—everything you needed right now. You sank deeper into the couch, clutching the throw pillow to your chest, feeling its familiar softness as you stared absently at the half-finished jigsaw puzzle on his coffee table. There were still pieces scattered everywhere, a mess that neither of you seemed too bothered to clean up. It was one of those things you’d start but never quite finish—like most of your plans lately.

The sound of clinking dishes came from the kitchen as Jungkook rummaged through his cabinets. "Tea or coffee?" he called, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Tea," you answered, your voice quieter than you meant it to be. You rubbed your forehead, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you all over again.

You heard him chuckle softly. "You okay in there? You’ve been weirdly quiet since you got here."

Was it okay? Not really. But you didn’t want to say that out loud just yet. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... thinking."

"Thinking doesn’t look good on you," he teased as he stepped back into the living room, carrying two steaming mugs. He handed you one, sitting down next to you on the couch, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "Talk to me."

You took the mug from him, warming your hands on the ceramic before exhaling a long sigh. "It’s Jae-on."

There it was. His name, still bitter on your tongue, even after all this time. It had been over a year since Jae-on called off the engagement. A year and a half, actually, but who was counting? You, apparently. You hated that you were still thinking about him, that he still had some kind of hold over you, even though you both moved on.

Jungkook gave you a knowing look, resting his arm on the back of the couch as he turned slightly to face you. "What’s he done now?"

You hesitated, feeling the familiar knot of frustration and resentment tightening in your chest. "He’s... getting married."

Jungkook didn’t blink. "I see." His voice was calm, measured, like he was processing it carefully.

"And not just that," you continued, your fingers tightening around the mug. "They’re having a baby. Jae-on and Garam."

You said her name like it was a bad word, which, in your mind, it was. Garam. The girl from high school who always seemed to have her life together, who always got what she wanted, and apparently now, that included your ex-fiancé.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Yu Garam? The one who used to follow you around like a puppy?"

"The very one." You groaned, sinking further into the couch. "Can you believe it? They’re throwing a baby shower, and guess who’s invited."

His expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "You don’t have to go, you know."

"I know." You stared down into your tea, swirling it absently. "But part of me feels like... I should. Like I have something to prove."

"To Jae-on?"

"To myself, I guess." The words came out slower than you expected, as if you were admitting it for the first time. "I thought I’d have it all by now, you know? The husband, the kids, the house with the white picket fence. And instead, I’m sitting here... single. Childless. Invited to my ex’s baby shower." You let out a humorless laugh. "It’s ridiculous."

Jungkook was quiet for a moment, just watching you. His presence, as always, was steady, grounding. "It’s not ridiculous, Y/N. You had a plan. It just... didn’t go the way you thought."

You shook your head. "My plan’s been wrecked, Kook. Nothing’s gone the way I wanted it to."

"That doesn’t mean you can’t still have what you want," he said, his tone thoughtful. There was something about the way he said it, though, that made you glance at him, catching a glint of something unfamiliar in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

He hesitated, like he was weighing his words carefully. "You want kids, right? You’ve always wanted to be a mom."

"Yeah... obviously." You frowned slightly. "But that’s not happening anytime soon."

"Why not?"

You blinked, unsure where this was going. "Because... I’m single? You kind of need someone to make that happen, Kook."

He shifted on the couch, leaning forward a little, his arm brushing against yours. The closeness felt... different. Warmer. He was looking at you in a way you couldn’t quite place, a softness to his gaze that made your stomach flip.

"You don’t need someone else," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "You have me."

You froze, your mind trying to catch up to what he was saying. "Wait... what?"

Jungkook smiled, a small, almost shy smile, which was so unlike him it threw you off balance. "I’m serious. You want a baby, right? Why not do it together?"

You stared at him, your heart suddenly beating louder in your ears. "Together? Like... us?"

"Yeah." His eyes were steady, sincere. "We’ve known each other for years. We’d make great parents. We don’t need to complicate things with romance or any of that. We could just... raise a kid together. Be a family."

For a second, you didn’t know what to say. The idea was... insane. Wasn’t it? And yet, as he sat there, his expression so earnest, so serious, you found yourself... considering it.

"But, Kook," you started, your voice shaky, "this is huge. I mean... having a baby? That’s not something you just... do."

"I know," he said, his voice still soft, his eyes never leaving yours. "But you’re my best friend. I’d be with you every step of the way. You wouldn’t have to do it alone."

Your mind was spinning. This was Jungkook. Your best friend. The one person who had been there for you through everything, and now... he was offering you something you hadn’t even thought was possible. A way to have the family you wanted without waiting for someone else to come along.

But was it really that simple?

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You glanced down and saw the email notification. You already knew who it was from.

"Baby shower," you muttered, picking up the phone and showing him the screen. "Jae-on and Yu Garam are sending invites."

Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly as he looked at the email, then back at you. "Well," he said, his voice lower now, "maybe when we go, we’ll have our own announcement to make."

You blinked, your heart jumping at the sudden shift in his tone. Was he... serious?

"You really mean that?" you whispered, searching his face for any sign that he might be joking.

But his expression was calm, sure, and when he spoke again, his voice was firm. "I’m dead serious, Y/N."

The air between you felt different now—heavier, charged with something you couldn’t quite name. This was Jungkook, your best friend. The person you trusted most in the world. And yet, here you were, teetering on the edge of something that could change everything.

"Think about it," he said softly, leaning just a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "It could be exactly what you need."

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Light (Sung Jinwoo)

TAGS: Jinwoo/Wife!reader, a/b/o dynamics, yandere, possessive behavior, death threats, breeding, impregnation, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

‘E-Rank Hunter’ Sung Jinwoo, a title that followed him wherever he went.

Despite being a Hunter, his power was barely above an ordinary human aside from his slightly more durable constitution and slightly increased healing factor. 

So it’s only natural that he’d always get hurt. Hell, he’d even nearly gotten killed several times already too!

It’s not that Jinwoo wanted to be a Hunter in the first place, because aside from the danger, others also made fun of him for his weakness. Even the pay was surprisingly not that great.

Unfortunately, someone in his mid-20s who lacked any viable skills that could land him a normal, stable job could only work for the Hunter’s Association as one of their Hunters thanks to their medical aid. Had it not been for that, he wouldn’t have been able to afford the millions of won in medical bills he owed to the hospital that took care of his mother. 

It’s not even just his mother that he had to provide for, but there was also his little sister and…

“Look Yeonjin, it’s Papa!”

Worn out from another hard days’ work, E-Rank Hunter Sung Jinwoo felt all the fatigue in his body seemingly melt away into nothingness as the sight and scent of his wife and child soothed his weary soul.

“Baba!” Yeonjin babbled excitedly as his father made a beeline straight towards you both.

“Welcome home, honey.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling up at him with those beautiful eyes he always finds himself lost in.

This is why even if he didn’t want to, he would still participate in these Association supervised raids.

No sacrifice is too great when it comes to his loved ones and regardless of how incompetent he was as a Hunter, Jinwoo will do everything in his power to ensure that they are cared and provided for.

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You’ve been with Sung Jinwoo ever since you were both just awkward teenagers in high school. When his mother succumbed to Eternal Slumber and left the two siblings to fend for themselves, instead of leaving you surprised Jinwoo and moved into their cozy little home and took it upon yourself to keep the house running.

While Jinwoo did his best to provide for the family’s needs, you would ensure that Jinah and the house was taken care of, this of course also included the man himself whenever he came home from a raid. You even managed to get a remote job that helped with the bills in spite of juggling that with your online college classes as well. 

You and Jinwoo had gone through so much together over the past decade so was it any surprise you’d end up married and with a child? 

Former friends and schoolmates might have tried to dissuade you time and time again to leave him, pitying you for spending your youth making ends meet and watching over your comatose mother-in-law, Jinah, and now your own baby.

But you don’t need their ‘advice’ when it all basically boiled down to having you leave your family because you ‘deserved better.’

They are already what’s best for you.

Why can’t they see that?

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“ How are you and Sung Jinwoo? Sorry I couldn’t check up on you guys sooner. Life’s been pretty hectic on my end.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your baby shower before! I had an important appointment that I couldn’t bail out on back then. Why don’t we go out for coffee to catch up?”

“...way too long since we last got together! Our whole class is gonna have a reunion this weekend. Everyone will be stoked to see you and Sung Jinwoo there— ”

Beep.

You don’t have the chance to reply to the latest call you received from another ‘old friend’ when your husband pressed the ‘end’ button in one swift movement. Though his face looked impassive, his scent clearly revealed his agitation…not to mention the shadows that seemed to curl spread from the soles of his feet.

“First they tell you that I’m not good enough for you and that you should leave me, but now they’re all tripping over themselves just to get to me through you…” His lips stretched into a snarl, power rolling off of him in waves at their blatant shamelessness.

Jinwoo’s inner alpha snorted and growled, the mere thought of these impertinent swine daring to involve themselves with his mate even if to gain some sort of favor from him made him see red. 

How dare they?! He will rip and tear into their bodies and reap their souls to become his puppets if they so much as even approach you. Did they think he was bound by the rules of ordinary mortals? Foolish! 

The hunter’s alpha grinned diabolically, cackling from within the confines of his soul at thought of giving them their just desserts.  

“My big, strong alpha…Always willing to jump into the fray to provide for and protect us…How can I even think about choosing anyone else?” You crooned and purred at him, the soft sounds and your calming scent enveloping him and taming the shadows that once agitatedly tried to claw their way out of him to carry out his will. 

Burrowing into his arms, you embrace his waist and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as best as you could considering his height had also shot up recently. A few soothing kisses and kitten licks against the skin of his neck later, Jinwoo’s darkness ceased pouring out of him.

Because now he focused on wholeheartedly pouring every last drop of cum into your quivering pussy, thrusting weakly even as his fat knot plugged you up. Your lower belly bulged with the amount of cum he’d already fucked into you, but he still didn’t think it was enough.

At the rate he was going, he’s definitely gonna knock you up again.

Not that you were complaining. It was about time for Yeonjin to finally have a sibling to love.

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── 💜- 'a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: you and teri requested the same thing so i tried to make it extra fluffy <3 i hope you enjoy, my lovess <3 (if this doesn't show up in the tags again i'm gonna scream)

You could admit without any hesitation that cooking for your loved ones was your favorite way of spoiling and showering them with your unwavering affection. Seeing their faces light up at the sight of their favorite meal after a tiring, long day was an unmatched experience, along with the content sighs of delight and the faint smiles adorning their features as they chewed happily, recharging.

It was a love language, described beautifully on every page of your treasured, worn cookbook. The one you’ve been handling with care from the moment you decided to learn to cook your best friend’s comfort food back in high school when she desperately needed a pick-me-up.

Years later, honing those skills came in handy as you began cooking for every gathering, be it with friends or family, feeding yourself with their genuine joy and bright smiles. After all, nothing spelt ‘I love you’ quite like a homecooked meal, prepared with care and utmost attention as you danced to the beat of your favorite songs in your small kitchen.

And one person in particular knew all about it, receiving your love in all forms but especially through your cooking. Seungmin had never felt this special until he met you, the person who would bend over backwards to bring a simple smile to his face, longing to make him happy every minute of every day spent by your side.

So naturally, he wished to return the sentiment, needing to bring you even a quarter of all that happiness you gifted him every day.

“Good morning, my love.” Seungmin feels you before he hears you, your arms wrapping around his middle snuggly as your chin moves to peer over his shoulder curiously. “Whatcha’ doin'?”

He shakes his head affectionately, flipping over a pancake with a smile. “I mean, I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed but it looks like you had other plans.”

“Oh.”

Not your fault the bed was cold, which had you waking up in search of him on autopilot. Nobody could blame you for missing your boyfriend when you spent every free moment glued to each other’s sides.

Even so, he can tell you feel bad, voice dropping as a pout takes over sunny features. But he can also tell how much you appreciate the gesture, tightening the embrace before placing a tender kiss on his shoulder, lips lingering there when you speak again. “I’m sorry. I can go back if you want me to.”

“Yes, please.” He nods, placing another pancake on the plate next to the stove, diligently building his syrupy pancake tower like a skilled architect.

You laugh, kissing his nape. “Alright, baby. Anything for you.”

Yet as you try to unwrap your arms from around him, one of his hands grabs your wrist to keep you in place. “Not…right now. Maybe in, um, two minutes?”

His attempts at keeping you near a little bit longer were absolutely adorable, heart melting into a red puddle resembling strawberry jam. How could you say no?

So, you embrace him again, smiling from ear to ear as you both bask in each other’s love while the sun struggles to rise on this cloudy morning. You begin talking and conversing about mundane things as two minutes turn into five, and then ten, when you pause to plant kisses all over his upper back and shoulders, congratulating him for finishing the food as he giggles shyly. Praising your talented love will remain one of your favorite activities as long as you draw breath.

“You can go now.” He says, swiftly turning around in your embrace. “But take this first, and don’t lose it, alright?”

You’re confused, brows rising in wonder as Seungmin doesn’t elaborate but moves your arms to settle over his shoulder, his circling your waist naturally. “What – “

He silences you with a kiss, the corners of his mouth turning upwards briefly as you finally catch on, amused, before bringing you closer so you’re chest to chest, just as the first ray of sunshine sneaks past your ajar window.

While he would never expect you to return the pancakes, his kiss was another story. You needed to hold on to it, guarding it with your life until the right moment came along and you could surprise him by returning the love tenfold and stealing his breath away.

You know what they say, an eye for an eye. But in this case, a kiss for another kiss.

[denwritesandcries]

One rock a day keeps the Wilderness away – L.M

Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

Summary: The last thing you expected to happen after a plane crash was for your girlfriend to end up becoming some kind of cult leader fascinated by amulets made of the weirdest and shiny things like a damn owl, yet here you are.

Word count: 1,7k.

Content: 96/wilderness timeline, cursing, pet names, fluff and corny, comfort, skeptic!reader, lottie and reader are secretly little haters.

Note: I guess you could say that I simply love writing fluff and cuddles.

English is not my first language.

If there was one thing everyone at Wiskayok High School was aware of, it was that Lottie Matthews was rich as fuck.

She always wore the most expensive clothes, there was a driver who picked her up at the door and took her everywhere, her house was simply giant and some dare to say that a butler was the one who met them at the door and served them drinks on the nights she had her parties.

The thing is, Lottie was a bit... weird, for a rich girl, which meant that she wasn't as popular at school as she could’ve been. She didn't exactly fit the bad girl role, but she wasn't quite a preppy either, with her extravagant bows and tiaras being the most luxurious thing she would actively display. She was distant at best.

This made you, at the beginning of your relationship, try to spoil her in every way possible, not being able to believe that this sweet and out of reach person could reciprocate your feelings so genuinely when she could have just anyone, so, in addition to showering her with affection, you also showered her with gifts. Accessories, especially. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, until you understand that jewelry really wasn't her thing, since despite accepting everything with affection, she simply left them stored insisting that you didn't spend your money on it. Lottie was much more appreciative of the little things you gave and did for her.

Now, the last thing you expected was for her to develop a taste for accessories in the damn wilderness of all places.

“Baby, I’m not wearing a necklace with a damn bone hanging from it to go hunting.”

It turns out that, like almost everything involving Lottie, her way of demonstrating her new preferences – maybe hobbies? – was also not very usual and you hadn't exactly taken anything of the royal jewelry type for a trip that was supposed to be quick.

“But I chose and made it for you! Will keep you safe out there, I feel it.”

Oh, yeah. There was also the fact that your girlfriend was perhaps slowly going a little mad and becoming the leader of a religious cult that your teammates were a part of and that she wanted you to participate too.

“Jesus Christ, Lot.”

You didn't want to encourage her. The worry was eating you alive and it's only gotten worse since she confided in you that she finally ran out of her meds.

You, unlike your other teammates, were aware that the things Lottie said or did lately were much more influenced by her own condition than any other truly supernatural factor – as much as you couldn't deny that the cabin and the forest gave you goosebumps –, which made you really stressed and irritable with all your friends as they started to believe in things that didn't exist and put pressure on your girlfriend for answers as if she were some kind of prophet.

You managed to keep everything under control and keep her from straying too far from reality to a certain point, but then the whole situation with the group being attacked and Van being seriously injured happened and so nothing you did could convince Lottie that there was nothing what she could have done about it and that only seemed to encourage her more when the redhead recovered enough to confide you all that she should have listened to the feeling Lottie had and that she felt safer with the “amulet” she received from her.

The result is that you are now the target of Lottie's worries and she insists that you wear the charms and trinkets she makes.

It's actually quite cute, you've caught her once or twice sitting by the fire trying to figure out how to tie a knot that won't snap the cord, her eyes glazed over and focused. You could use it, as bizarre as it would be, if it was just a silly gift from your girlfriend, but since that's not what it is, you don't want to put even more things in her head in case something actually happens.

“But then what’s going to protect you when you leave?” Lottie asks, head tilted to the side in alarm and you can only notice how her bangs fall over her eyes in a messy and cute way.

“Maybe the gun I always carry with me?”

However, it was becoming difficult not to encourage her in any way, because aside from bones or occasionally some different plants, Lottie also seemed to see signs in anything that stood out a little, like the bright and colorful rocks you had made a habit of bringing at her, guarding everything that caught her attention like a damn owl.

It started as a silly thing, with a cracked and shiny rock you found near the lake the day you guys found the cabin, you cleaned it and handed it to her with a shy smile, like it was one of your gifts back home, just to cheer her up a little and since then she kept the rock with her at all times – even if sometimes she woke up twitching because she ended up lying against it in the middle of the night. That seemed to turn the key and over the next few days you noticed that she spent time looking for new types nearby the house and so you committed to bringing all the pretty items she might like when you went on your hunts with Natalie, from strange rocks to little crystals lost along the way, just because she looked so happy when you handed them to her.

You think her cute gesture turned into more of a paranoia like 'one rock a day keeps the wilderness away', but at least it makes her more relaxed and happy on days when everything is bad.

One day you return to the cabin with Natalie in tow looking very upset because you've come back empty-handed again and your head is drooping with exhaustion and frustration. When you finally enter Lottie is waiting for you with an appreciative, warm look in her face.

“Did you get anything?” she asks, wrapping her arm around you and guiding you both to your usual corner so you can sit side by side.

You mumble negatively and bury your head in her neck. She rephrases the question when she notices your discouragement:

“Did you get anything for me?”

You sigh, smiling at her, “That I did.”

Lottie watches you curiously as you move to take something out of your pocket and show it to her and you notice the exact moment she registers what’s in your hand.

“A quartz.” She takes it from you like it’s the most fragile thing in the world, “It’s a pink quartz.”

“Is it?” You ask, stifling a yawn with your hand, “I don't know a thing about those stones and stuff, just thought it was pretty and you would like it.”

“Well, I do like it very much. Thank you.” Lottie gives you a soft smooch on the cheek, “And it's not a stone, baby, it's more like a gem or a crystal.”

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement.

She leans her entire weight against your body and smiles innocently when you complain: “Misty told me the other day that gems like that mean peace and unconditional love.”

“You've been talking to Misty? About rocks and gems?” You look at her in disbelief.

“I feel really lonely without you here with me, you know?” Lottie shrugged.

You felt a little guilty and moved closer, leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

“I'm sorry, Lot. I miss you when I'm away too,” you murmur, rubbing her arm in comfort, “Why don't you tell me about your day?”

Lottie rolls her eyes in a way that reminds you so much of the days when you guys would get together to talk shit about everyone you knew in these stupid parties that your heart skips a beat.

“Ugh, if I hear Mari complain about one more damn thing, I’m going to tell you to stop chasing bears and order everyone to serve her for dinner.”

“Please, don’t.” You snort a dumbfounded laugh, “They might actually do it.”

You end up lying down with her curled up and facing you, gently drawing small circles on your hand.

“Got something in your mind?”, you brush some strands of hair from her face affectionately.

“I just have no idea what to do with… them,” she shrugs hesitantly.

You know what she means immediately and move to take her face in your hands, feeling her lean into your touch.

“Oh, Lottie.”

“I know what you and Nat do for us is very important, but I wish you didn't have to,” she mumbles, as if she were confiding a secret, getting impossibly close to you. “I wish you would stay here, with me, where it is safe. Is it too selfish? Want to keep you all to myself?”

You let out a shaky breath, not trusting your own voice when you can feel her breath against your lips like this.

“Well, if Shauna can hide her diary in the attic like a freak then I guess you're allowed to keep some things to yourself too, hun.” You stutter, feeling your skin heat up in embarrassment.

“But you're not a thing.” Lottie wrinkles her nose.

“You can keep me anyway, I don’t mind.” You shrug this time, faking indifference to make her laugh.

And she does, “Babe!”

Just when everything is silent and you think Lottie has slept with your legs wrapped around hers and using your arm as a pillow, she speaks again:

“You know, my new quartz would make a really cute necklace.”

“Lot,” you yawn against her hair.

“Will you use it if I make one?” She looks at you, blinking her big brown eyes in the most convincing way possible, “Just this one, please, for me?”

You sigh, “Yes, Lottie. I'll use your magic stone.”

She deflates, “Don’t talk about it like it’s crack, babe.”

Lottie kisses you slower than usual before you leave as she finally notices the pink gem hanging from your neck and you happily ignore Natalie's mockery as you run after her to catch up to the forest.

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𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 —

— : [ nsfw ] fwb, mutual pining, pet names, unprotected sex, implied infidelity, eren is whipped, fingering

— wc : 1.6k

a/n : none of my mutuals will believe me now if i say i still don’t like eren 🧍🏻‍♀️

your friends frown anytime they see his black srt parked outside your house. he has tinted windows but they don’t need to see inside to know who he is. that car has been parking outside your house for at least 2 weeks now and judging from the way your neighbours stare over the fence, they know exactly who or what he is.

while you both came from good homes, eren had a lot of issues with his parents and he found himself moving out at 18 with no actual plans for his future. he had wanted to attend college like this older brother did but when the older of the yeager siblings moved out, eren was left alone and he was over his parents, specifically his father, trying to run his life.

they threatened to cut him off but he had enough money saved up and eventually, got into business with his best friend, jean, from high school. you and jean were in the same major and that’s how you met eren at one of their house parties.

you were his type. the shy and reserved kind, or at least that’s what he thought until he had you bouncing on his cock that same night, long acrylic nails digging into his shoulders so hard it left indents for a few days that stung whenever he showered. he still shivered thinking about how you often liked to scratch him up.

he was a bit of a pervert but he kept the ring and middle finger nails that had snapped off in his wallet. the baby blue nails made him think of you more than he’d like to admit.

you weren’t like the other rich kids he’d fuck around with. you didn’t care what he did or the way he dressed. you loved his long hair, it was nice to grip and pull whenever he was eating you out and the whole “i’m too cool for you” vibe he had going was a turn on.

“your parents aren’t home again?” he asks, watching you move around the house with ease. you’re wearing nothing but a loose sweater and panties, the same panties eren had bought for you when he ripped your pair the night you met.

“hm” you hum, getting a can of beer for him and a glass of wine for yourself. he was so carefree around you and he hated to admit that he was falling for you fast.

“i saw your old man the other day” he grins, “you know he buys weed from jean?”

that causes you to laugh. you loved your parents but your mom could be a pain in the ass sometimes so it was no surprise that your dad needed some form of a stress reliever. you were glad he wasn’t chelating.

“you break up with your boyfriend yet?” he asks, leaning against the kitchen counter as he looks down at your bare legs. he enjoyed having them wrapped around his waist but he could admire you from afar too. he couldn’t get enough of you even if the man tried.

“why, you want me to be all yours?” you tease, half expecting him to laugh it off or roll his eyes like he does whenever you two get a little too serious. you liked him enough that you could settle for whatever this was.

the bonus was free weed so you weren’t necessarily one to complain. at least he made you laugh.

“maybe” he grins, raising a brow at your shocked face. you weren’t the only one who could tease.

“we broke up last week” you shrug, “i couldn’t cum without faking it”

“what, can’t cum unless i’m the one fucking you?” eren chuckles. he wasn’t about to admit that he could only get off if he was thinking about you and if he happened to be fucking another girl, he’d have her on all fours so he wouldn’t have to look at her face. pussy these days seemed mediocre when he thought about it. he was content with whatever you had going on, even if he denied it whenever jean asked.

“you like when i stroke your ego” you scoff, taking a sip of your wine. you didn’t need him to know the effects he had on you or your body.

“i like when you’re stroking something else” he smirks, moving around the kitchen island to stand right behind you. you press your ass into his crotch and shake your hips teasingly.

“i especially like when you let me fuck you raw and cum inside you” he adds, trailing his fingers up your bare thigh. he kisses the side of your neck and inhales a little. you always smelled so fucking good that he thought about buying your perfume and keeping it stashed in his bedroom. “you ever let him finish inside you ma?”

“no” you gasp, biting your lip as his fingers dance across the hem of your sweater, “he’s never even fucked me raw”

“wow” he grins, “so you really let me hit it without a condom on the first night too?”

“yeah” you moan for him as he slips his middle finger into your pussy. you’re already wet and he’s only teasing you. it was obvious he had an effect on you and by the bulge in his grey sweatpants, you definitely had the same effect on him.

“want me to fuck you now hm?” eren whispers, right into your ear which causes goosebumps to rise all over your body, “want my cum spilling out and making a mess all over your kitchen floor?”

you can’t even think straight when he adds his index finger beside the other. he’s so skilled with his fingers and usually you’d enjoy some four play, you enjoyed sucking his cock as you played with his balls but you had all night.

maybe forever if he kept things up like this. you don’t think you could ever be with anyone else ever again and he knew that too.

“dirty little girl” he grins, biting your earlobe as his free hand pulls his leaking cock out. he strokes himself once, twice before he can’t wait anymore. he doesn’t bother pulling your panties down, choosing to rip it off you, the poor flimsy material tearing easily.

“eren” you pout, “i liked those” they were from him after all but you wouldn’t say that.

“i know baby, ‘m sorry” he groans as he slips inside you, not sorry at all. “i’ll get you new ones okay?”

you nod, gripping the counter as he sets a brutal pace immediately. you didn’t even care that your windows were wide open or the fact that your curtains weren’t closed and your nosy neighbours would definitely see if they looked which they always did whenever he came over.

“fuck baby, you’re always so wet for me” he moans, whimpers a little and that’s enough to have you clenching around his fat cock. you loved that he was so vocal, not shy to let you know just how good you made him feel. he really was the best at fucking you.

the best you’ve ever had.

he lifts your leg up, pushing you forward so your chest is squished against the counter and fucks into you harder and faster. your moans echo throughout the kitchen and your eyes cross. he fucks you like it’s been years when it’s been 2 days.

2 long days. it took everything in him not to show up and fuck you in his car. he hated when he got busy, it was less time between your thighs and he would rather spend his free time with you.

he moans at that, startling the both of you. he hasn’t realised just how much he was starting to like you. he wanted to be around you even without the intense fucking.

he liked you. a lot

“do you remember that pretty dress you wore that night?” he asks, slowing down as he gripped your waist.

“huh?” your frown, brows furrowing as you try to catch your breath. you were so close to reaching your high, your body was buzzing with the need to release but he was always persistent. “‘ren” you whine. you can’t even think properly, why was he asking that right now?

“come on ma, i’ll give you what you need in a moment, answer me” he chuckles, rubbing soft circles into your waist to help you calm down.

“i do” you say after a moment, “the green one”

how could you forget it? jean had joked about how it matched eren’s eyes perfectly and later that night, eren had you biting the hem of the dress as he bounced you on his dick, eyes trained on where his cock was disappearing in and out of you.

“what about it?” you turn to look over your shoulder at him. it still surprised you just how good looking he was. it should be a crime to be that hot.

“can you put it on for me again?” he smirks

“right now?” you pout

“no baby, later” he smiles, “i want to take you out”

you can’t help the smile so you turn away from him, hiding your face in your arm that’s perched on the counter.

“is that a yes?” he teases, touching the place where you’re stretched out on his cock. you moan as your legs shake, trying to fuck yourself. he licks his lips and you moan for him, nodding your head.

“good girl” he slaps your ass hard and then grips it tightly, holding onto your waist as he fucks you harder. he won’t stop until you’re creaming his cock and begging him to let you take a break.

[heavyhitterheaux]

“I’m sorry, I know I overreacted.”

Ty @hoodharlow for helping me 😘💕

AN: Baby Jack and Baby First Lady when they were in high school

Sighing to yourself, you looked over the notes that you had made to complete your assignment that you got paired with Ezra Hamilton for in your AP history class.

Getting home just an hour ago, the afternoon had been spent over his house after school had let out and during that time, Jack had been blowing up your phone attempting to apologize for how he reacted to the entire situation.

Ezra didn't like Jack and Jack didn't like Ezra.

Jack didn't like Ezra because he thought at one point he liked you and Jack quickly put a stop to it and ever since then, Ezra would avoid Jack at all costs. Even though it was hard seeing that they were both on the varsity soccer team.

Jack was voted team captain and only won by one vote.

Of course the person that had been trying to get the spot of captain was of course no one other than Ezra.

Because of how competitive they both were, it was always tit for tat while they were always trying to one up each other.

When you told Jack after lunch as he was walking you to your next class about the project, he immediately got an attitude with you. You did your best to keep calm, but when he kept complaining about you having to go over Ezra's house to do the project, you instantly walked away from him and ignored him for the rest of the day.

“I don't want you anywhere near him.”

“Will you relax? It's just one project and he's not as bad as you try to make him out to be. He's actually really nice.”

Hearing this, Jack immediately turned up his nose and rolled his eyes.

“Oh? So you two are best friends now?”

“Jackman, drop this and drop it now. It's not like I picked him to be my partner. Our teacher paired us up.”

“Tell her you need to switch.”

“Will you get a damn grip? What the hell do you have against him?”

“He's probably going to try and steal you from me and I can't have that. You're mine.”

Hearing this, you stopped walking and Jack quickly did the same thing. You were quiet as you stared at him trying not to go off and yell.

“I'm not a fucking object so stop talking about me like I am. Last time I checked I was YOUR girlfriend who has actual feelings and I only want YOU. But if you are going to continue to be jealous when another person even GLANCES my way, maybe we need to rethink that. Don't talk to me until you lose that damn attitude. I'm doing this project and going over Ezra's house after school so don't even bother waiting for me. Go to class before you make yourself late for the millionth time.”

“I… baby… wait a minute.” Jack started to say as he attempted to grab your hand, but you immediately moved it away.

“No. Bye.” Was all you said as you went and sat down in your next to last class of the day and Jack muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath before running a hand through his curly hair.

You stared at your phone once more as it rang and simply watched it until it stopped. Your feelings of being upset with Jack were still at the forefront of your mind, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him.

After taking a shower, putting on your pajamas and wrapping your hair in order to get ready for bed, you heard a knock on your window and couldn't help but to roll your eyes because you knew it was Jack.

Opening your curtains, you simply stared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Baby! Let me in!” Jack exclaimed, but it came out muffled because the window still wasn't open.

“No. Go away.”

“Please! I need to apologize to you. You've been ignoring me all day.”

As you opened your window, Jack tumbled inside as you sat on your bed with your arms crossed waiting for him to speak.

“Baby girl…”

“What?”

“I'm sorry, I know I overreacted. I just don't like him. I trust you, please know that. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship. I was an asshole to you earlier.” Jack told you as he sat down next to you and kissed your cheek.

He was surprised that you didn't move away from him.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I only have eyes for you and only want you?”

“A million and one?” Jack shyly answered and you simply shook your head as you tried not to laugh.

“Too jealous for your own good.”

“So, how did everything go when you went to his house?”

“Oh, it was fine. We got a lot done. His mom made us snickerdoodles.”

All Jack did was look at you.

“Snickerdoodles are our thing and I know that my mom's cookies taste better.”

“Don't start. But I might have mentioned that they are my favorite.”

“So, you don't need to see him anymore unless we're in school, right? This was only a one time thing?”

“Babe, our project isn't finished.”

“Hmm, I can come and help speed up the process a little bit with my intimidating presence.”

All you did was stare at him with a blank look on your face.

“I can't believe that I actually take you seriously sometimes. You wouldn't hurt a fly.”

“I know, that's why we're a perfect match. You’ll beat someone's ass in a heartbeat.”

“I…. Jackman, I will throw you out the window.”

"See? My point exactly."

[xkaidaxxxx]

Electric Future

Denki x Reader

Mentions: Virgin reader, Nsfw, angst, fluff AGED UP

reblogs are appreciated <3

As a Pro Hero you always considered eventually settling down by 24. You thought it's a good age. You want to do it with someone you’re in love with and someone who loves you just as much in return. The man you’re with is Denki. He’s your partner in crime. You’re best friend and someone you love unconditionally. 

The pair of you worked so hard to become Pro Heroes. You both sacrificed so much. When you go on dates you’ve caught yourself looking at couples with babies or toddlers having fun. You’re 25 and ready, to be married, have a warm and beautiful home, and become a mother, however, you don’t want to ruin things with Denki if he disagrees. You’ve been dying to tell him, but you’re not even engaged. He never mentioned getting married let alone be a dad. You’ve been with him since the 2nd year of high school. 7yrs. 

“ Can we talk? It’s serious. It’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” You said sitting down with him on the couch. “ Yeah babe. What is it?” he replied, giving you his undivided attention. “ I-Ive been thinking abo- about redecorating my room!” you said. You turned into a fucking chicken. “ Babe, I'll definitely help. Don’t stress about it.” he replied, handing you a slice of pizza. It was movie night. Not a good time, then again life isn’t rainbows and  butterflies. There won’t ever be a perfect time. The following morning it was girls day. 

“You need to tell him Y/n, otherwise you’ll be wasting time.” Uraraka said drinking coffee. “ I agree with her. If you’re ready to settle down you need to let him know and see how he truly feels about it.” Mina said. “ Try to tell him again and keep in mind that no matter what happens everything will be okay.” Momo said. You love your girlfriends and they love you too. You nodded. 

A month passed and you finally put yourself together. You ate dinner with him. “ Denki…I need to tell you something important.” you spoke up. He nodded as he took a bite of his chicken. “ I love being a Pro Hero but I’ve always wanted to settle down at 25. Be engaged or married, have a home and be a mother. I’m ready to do that. Before you say if i’m sure, I am 100% sure. I’m ready to settle down.” you said to him.  You braced yourself for any type of reaction. He stood up. “ I can’t give you that Y/n. I’m not looking for that.” he replied. You gripped the ring box in your hand. “ Denki, we've been together for 8 years. What have we been doing then?” you asked, crying. “ 7years I get it. You don’t have to remind me!” he yelled. You felt sick to your stomach. “ I can’t do it. I love being a Hero. It’s always been my dream and I’ve achieved it! If I get married and have a child it will only hold me back. Being a boyfriend is what's best.” He said. “ I’d hold you back…being your girlfriend is alright though.” you said crying. “Yes. I’m sorry but if you’re ready to settle down, look for someone else but don’t forget I love you.” he said. His words hit you like bullets. You threw the box at him. He opened it and saw a great ring that it's meant for him. “ You told me we’d be together forever. Get out of my house.” You cried. He grabbed his things and left. You broke down.

It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup and you were a mess. You haven’t showered, your hair is a mess, all you ate was takeout food from Uber eats. You put your phone on DND. You went online to see if there’s any news on him. You checked his social media and even your friends to see if he was with them. You checked to see if he’d message you or called. Nothing. Your friends thought you were missing, so guess who showed up on your front door. You went to the door thinking your food was finally there. “What the hell!?” Mina yelled. “ We’re worried about you idiot!” Kirishima yelled. “ What smells?” Uraraka questioned as they entered. Yeah you had all the take out food and snacks on the ground. Not bothering to throw it away. You were rotting on that couch. “Jesus, you need help.” Momo commented ,making face masks and handing them out. Bakugou was judging you and HARD. “ I’m sorry for making you all worry and thanks for stopping by.” you said. “What happened to you?” Sero asked. “ I got dumped and rejected by Denki.” You said drinking apple juice. “ Rejected and Dumped? Denki is in love with you. He’s head over heels. He’d do anything for you.” Bakugou said. “ Well he didn’t love me enough to even say yes to my wishes. We could’ve come to an agreement.” You spoke, grabbing a bottle of wine. “ Again what the hell.” Kirishima said. “ Yeah so my wish of getting married, having a home with him and being a mom was a big no for him. If we were, I'd be holding him back.” You cried. Sero took the bottle out of your hand and set it down. “ Let’s get you cleaned up.” Momo said gently,helping you upstairs as you cried the pain away. The guys started to clean the nasty mess. 

Uraraka turned on the bathtub to make sure the water was hot. She knows you like showering with hot water. Mina struggled to brush out the knots in your hair. “ C-Chop it off.” you said sniffling. Momo made a detangling spray and creme.She added it onto your hair. Mina brushed and it worked amazingly. Hair did fall off but it wasn’t anything crazy. “Alright y/n. It's just how you like it.” Uraraka said smiling. They helped you undress and get you into the tube. They let you take your bath. The water turned into a small shade of brown. After a bath you took a full on shower making sure you were 100% clean.

“God have mercy.” Izuku spoke as he helped pick up a pizza box that was spoiled. “This idiot is dead when I go to his place.” Bakugou spoke as he washed the dishes. “ She’s going through it…I can’t believe Kaminari would turn her down.”Kirishima said, wiping down the coffee table clean. “Maybe he was scared?” Sero suggested. “No. He’s serious about y/n.” Izuku replied. About 3 hours passed. Your house is all clean. “ We’ll talk to him.” Izuku said. “No. He’ll come to me if he wants to talk to me.” You said. “ We’re having a sleepover. You guys can leave.” Momo said. The boys left. 

A year had gone by. You’re 25. During that year you balance your life as a hero and a teacher at a U.A high school. You’re still in love with Denki. You had faith and hope he’d come back, even though it didn’t seem that way. Denki was having what looked like his best life. In reality he was a mess. You never left his mind. 

The day finally came. You were watering your plants. “ Excuse me… Y/n.” he spoke, trying to keep his voice from being shaky. You turned to him, setting down the watering can. “Hello Denki Kaminari.” You replied. He grabbed your hands. You missed his touch.“What are you doing here?” you asked. “I’ve never stopped loving you y/n. I need and want you. I can’t let you go. I’m sorry. I want eternity with you.” he said, begging god to give him a second chance of making the love of his life happy. “ That’s all I’ve been wanting, Denki.” you replied. He held you close. He had a tight grip and you didn’t mind it knowing you were holding him just as tight. “ I have something for you,if you want it.” You said walking inside with him. Your home was redecorated just like you’ve been wanting it to. You went into your closet and grabbed the special box. His eyes lit up as you showed him the ring. “ Sparky ma-” he cut you off. “Hell Yes!!!! Fuck Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He said aloud. You put the ring on his finger. He carried you and kissed you. Your heart melted. He was so happy and excited he released a spark shocking you.“Sorry about that.” he apologized. You smiled and kissed him. You didn’t mind  it. In fact you love it. If let you know that he’s actually there with you. “ Y/n…are you still ready to settle down?” he asked, setting you down. He held your hand. “Yes I am.” you replied smiling. He placed the other hand on your cheek looking at your beautiful face. The face he wants to wake up to for the rest of his life. “ I’m in love with you y/n.” he confessed. “I’m in love with you, sparky.” you replied. You held onto each other like never before. 

The wedding happened 5 months later. It was crazy how fast the wedding happened, especially since there's so many things involved. The honeymoon was so romantic and fun. Believe it or not you saved your 1st for when you’re married. Denki only had sex like 4 times during his 1st year of highschool. He was a perv. During the time you dated you guys did a few naughty things but never had your 1st time. 

“Gentle please.” you pleaded. Denki pressed a peck on your forehead. “ I’ll try my best.” he replied as he rubbed your clit. You let out a breathy moan. He smirked. When he got down your cunt he spread your folds. “ s’pretty.” he said. You blushed up. You gripped the sheets as he sucked on your clit. He held your thighs sending a small shock wave. You yelped, enjoying the shock. He was devouring you. When you released all over his mouth,he licked you clean. He hovered over you. You looked at him shyly. “ I’ll wait for you to adjust. Okay my love.” he said as he penetrated you. It was a bit painful for you. He noticed your facial expressions and to distract you from the pain he rubbed you pretty clit. You moaned out. Denki started off slowly then gradually sped up. “ Feel s’good!” you yelped, scratching his back. He groaned, thrusting deeper. “ You're so tight, baby.” he grunted. He loved hearing your moans and whimpers. He loved the pain he felt when you scratched his back. “ more pl-ease.” you pleaded but it sounded more like an order. Denki decided to snap and made sure you’d cum so many times. He made sure to pump you full of his thick white cum. He made sure to fill you up very well so that you can eventually come to him with amazing news of you being pregnant later on in the future. That 1st night of your honeymoon was a crazy ride. You and Denki were at it until both of you passed out together. 

You and Denki had agreed to things before getting married. You’d stay working as a U.A teacher and stay at home to which you agreed with. He’d still be a hero however he won’t take any night shifts and have weekends off. Let's be realistic, Denki will always make time for you. He’ll work faster to get home earlier than his normal time before getting engaged to you. If you guys did get pregnant he wants your pregnancy leave once you’re 5 months and he’ll take the leave from work with you. You guys came to an agreement. You talked things through. 

Finally being married to Denki was a wish come true. You did get pregnant and you both must have overdone it during the honeymoon. The surprise was definitely huge. Twins. A boy and girl. 

“ Double the fun, don't ya think?” Denki asked as he set up the cribs. You didn’t answer. He turned to look at you. He stood up and walked over to you. “Hey. It will be hard the 1st few months but we have each other. Better together, remember.” he said, pecking your forehead. You nodded, giving him a smile. You felt reassured. Your husband is wonderful. “ Better together.” you said rubbing your bump. “ Hopefully they like their nursery,” he said, finishing with the cribs. “They will after all their daddy decorated the nursery and built  the furniture.” you said smiling. “ I’m a total badass.” he said. “ Hey, I was thinking we should name our baby girl, Hikari. You know, light like lightning..electric.” he said hoping you’d like it. “ Yes it's cute. I love it sparky. For our baby boy I want Kousuke.” you replied, whimpering as the twins kicked. He placed his hand on your bump feeling their kicks. “They like their names. Hey little ones be nice to mommy. That makes her uncomfy.” he said, speaking to them. They kicked hard one final time and then stopped. 

You and Denki are so happy. This is all you’ve ever wanted and all Denki wished to have when he regretted leaving you.

[joesanrio]

"Best friends" | R.R

Summary: You guys were just college best friends... who hooked up, but it wasn't supposed to lead to this.

Pairings: Roman Reigns {Joe Anoa'i} x fem!reader || non-established relationship

Warnings: pregnant!reader, teasing, some tension, loverboy!joe, y'all it's just fluff.

Word Count: 1275

Ratings: 16+ | Fluff

A/N: something quick and simple to feed y’all <3

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“Oh my gosh.” You groaned out as you finally sat down for the first time today, you’ve been busy cleaning as you couldn’t stand a messy house. You’ve been cleaning since 9 o’clock in the morning, every little cranny in the house was no longer untouched by you. Cleaning used to be therapeutic for you, but the extra weight and tension makes it more of a dreaded task than a fun activity.

The music blasting through the home, beginning to become bothersome as you lay your head back against the top of your cushioned couch. Eyes closing just to rest in the inevitable darkness, reminding you that a good nap could be snuck in before Joe gets here.

“I need a bath or something.” You mumble out as your body feels sticky and hot, preparing to get up from your comfy seat. One. Two. Three. You counted before boosting out of your seat and practically waddling over to your speaker to cut it off, a small huff leaving your plumped lips in exhaust.

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The warm water surrounding your body and loosening your tight muscles, the delicate scent of vanilla and lavender filling your nose sweetly. The bubbles resting on the still water up to your collar bones, hands placed on the side of the tub.

Pure relaxation is what you would consider this situation which was well needed. Face mask on, eyes closed, head tilted back as you almost fall asleep.

Remembering the task at hand, the relaxing bath now becoming an “everything” shower as you realized that you’re going to have to stand to get the job done. Not bothered as the hot water runs down your soapy body, throat humming a familiar tune as the sounds of water create the background.

Finishing up, you step out into the foggy bathroom, towel quickly wrapping around your body as you make your way to the sink/vanity. Not paying any mind to the fogged mirror, the body lotions and oils placed in front of you as you begin to lather up. Getting dressed in your (his) T-shirt and some comfy bottoms, after doing some finishing touches of your after-shower routine,

Leaving the hot and humid bathroom to head into the cooled bedroom making you regret turning down the thermostat earlier. Quickly dumping the dirty clothes into the laundry hamper and getting into the warm, soft sheets of your comforter.

Your phone notifications are spamming at the perfect time, already knowing who it is. Joesph. Your high school best friend turned best friend with benefits turned baby daddy. Unintentionally smiling as you take your phone off the charger immediately to answer him.

I got the food so u better be hungry

I’m almost there

Give me like 10 mins

Actually 15 bcs I gotta stop for gas

Put something cute on for me

Read 6:49pm

Aww so sweet

I always look cute

Read 6:52pm

“I hope he got McDonalds… or-“cutting your speech off as you think about all the different food options he could’ve got or that you would have loved to eat. Laying back against the big reading pillow, playing on your phone as you wait impatiently. Body now super pumped for his visit, the baby now beginning to move around as if they knew who was about to show up.

Smiling as you caress over the huge bump, feeling your baby pressing against your soft hand. “I know, he’s almost here. Just a few more minutes.” You speak sweetly as the baby begins to kick against the side, as uncomfortable as it is, you seem to be in a trance of complete admiration. One thing Joe could always do was get the baby excited. It’s like as soon as they heard his voice or sensed that he was near they went ballistic.

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The doorbell ringing causing you to perk up excitedly, you don’t know why he was ringing the doorbell considering he has a key so his hands must be full. “Coming.” You call out as you quickly slip your feet into your slippers and head to the front door, “Any day now baby.” He calls from the other side jokingly as you open the door for him, lips falling into a pout as he chuckles.

“I wasn’t that slow.” Eyes playfully rolling at the man walking behind you with the bags of food, going to grab one to help before he pulls away. “You’re already carrying a lot.” His head tilting down at your belly, a small smile forming on your lips.

Your gaze leaving Joe’s eyes to observe his outfit (and body), the grey sweats fitting loosely over his thick thighs and white t-shirt tight on his pecs, muscles bulging as he holds the food and his long fingers wrapping around the large drink.

“Whatcha thinkin about?” His deep voice taking you out from your trance, shaking your head embarrassingly as you just got caught. Lips forming in a smirk as he knows you were checking him out. Avoiding his question, you go to look inside the bag before he pulls away from you.

“Answer me.” He says as he places the food down onto the table but blocking the food. “The food. Now please move.” A rough huff leaving your mouth as you cross your arms at the man, he rolls his eyes before scooting to the side.

“That’s not how you say thank you.” He mumbles before taking a bite of a fry, you look over at him before puckering out your lips teasingly. His eyebrows perking up excitedly as he tries to go in for a kiss, “Thank you so much!” you giggle as you quickly pull away from him causing his lips to form an annoyed pout. “Whatever.” He pokes your side gently.

The room is now quiet as you guys sit down with the delicious food and eat. Joe putting on a random movie for background noise, knowing how you feel about prolonged silences. “Did you hear about Chris and Aaliyah?” Your body perking up as you remember the small drama you found out yesterday regarding some ex-college friends,

Joe’s eyebrows immediately scrunching in confusion. “No what?” wiping his thick fingers with the small napkin, making you lose your train of thought, “Oh my gosh! Really!” You say already knowing the answer but adding you your dramatics.

Joe smiling at your excitement to tell him, reminding him of the past times when you guys would sit in each other’s dorms, and you would go on a whole rant about little things you heard throughout the day. He missed it, it was one of his favorite things, still is. He couldn’t imagine someone else being able to hear you speak with such passion and excitement over other people’s lives. It was so cute to him, even though he didn’t know half the people you were talking about.

“Don’t be messy, you’re too pretty for that.” Or “Why do you care?” would become his go-to every time you had those rants, but he knew you just wanted to entertain him and yourself. Don’t get him started on your “Guess what’s” every time you would see him, the cutest thing he ever encountered in high school. He misses it and doesn’t want to let it go for someone else to take.

Snapping out of his thoughts when he notices your eyes of concern, “You’re not listening?” you ask as your lips fall into a thin line of embarrassment. “No- no I was.” He reassures as he fixes his posture, “You weren’t but that’s okay. It honestly was boring.” You giggle as you go back to eating your food.

[butterflydemons]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miya spends a night out drinking with her friends and goes home with an unknown man. She wakes up the following day and discovers it’s none other than the leader of Stray Kids.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bangchan x biracial!oc ( Miya )

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5,105

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw content, drinking, fingering, oral sex ( female receiving ), unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it ), one night stand, pregnancy.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This fanfic is strictly fictional so I don’t wanna hear that so and so wouldn’t do this or that. Also, this is my first time writing a biracial reader. Enjoy!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @doitforbangchan @linosazuna hope you guys like it!!

Korean is Italicized.

⇢ ɴᴇxᴛ

Chapter I🧸: How It Started

〚 October 3, 2021 〛

IT WAS A Saturday night, people and cars filled the streets. Miya sat in the living room of her apartment, catching up on a K-Drama series. Like every other young adult, she wanted to get out and do something with her friends. As if god read her mind, her phone started ringing. Pausing the show, Miya grabbed her phone and saw the name Caleb🩶 flashing on the screen. A grin appeared on her face as she answered it.

Pain in my ass, how's it going?

Caleb🩶 - First of all, I’m never a pain in the ass.

You are, but I love you nonetheless. What’s up?

Caleb🩶 - Many of us are going to a Korean barbecue restaurant for a buddy of mine's birthday in an hour. Do you want to join?

I’ll be ready.

Caleb🩶 - Karsyn will meet you in front of your place.

Okay, see you later.

The phone call ended, and Miya let out a squeal in excitement. She jumped up and raced to the bathroom for a quick shower. Miya was thrilled that Hyun called and invited her. He was treating his friend to dinner for their birthday and wondered if Miya wanted to join them. It was good that Miya had no classes; seeing as she finished school to get her nursing license, she was all for a fun night. 

   Miya’s outfit was a blue button-up dress that exposed part of the tattoo on her thigh, leaving more to the imagination, paired with all-white sneakers, wanting to keep her look simple. She styled her medium-length dark hair with a clip in a half-up, half-down look. A white handbag and framed glasses brought the look together. After a spritz of perfume, Miya gloated at her appearance and started taking pictures of herself, posting them to her Instagram story. Seconds later, she received an incoming text from her best friend, Karsyn.

Fav Girl😚🏄 - I’m outside, babe.

Omw out. 

   Miya smiled as she picked up her keys and left her apartment. Outside, she saw Karsyn waiting in her car. They’ve been together since high school. Many people didn’t think they would be together this long, but they were mistaken. The two friends locked eyes, and a grin appeared on their faces.

“You look so cute!” Karsyn complimented, squeezing at her best friend's appearance. Miya didn’t consider herself arrogant but confident. “Looking like a five-course meal, baby girl!”

“Oh, stop.” Miya blushed at the nickname, beginning to feel giddy.

   She entered the white Mercedes-Benz C-Class convertible, feeling the soft leather seat on her smooth legs. Miya loved the interior of Karsyn’s car because the interior lights were a different color every time. Tonight, they were pink, and they looked so luxurious.

“I’m serious. You look super cute.” Karsyn beamed, smiling at her friend.

“Thank you.” She replied, returning the gesture.

Karsyn drove away while Miya scrolled through her friend's Spotify playlist. The pair jammed out to the music from the speakers, reveling in each other’s company. They loved one another dearly and considered themselves sisters. No one could break the bond between Miya and her friends. She would protect them with her life.

In a matter of minutes, Karsyn arrives at the gathering’s destination. Of course, before they enter the restaurant, they have to take a few Instagram pictures because it wouldn’t be like them not to capture this moment. Karsyn grasps Miya’s hand, and the two of them walk inside. Immediately, Miya spotted her other best friend, Kaya, sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone. The young woman looks up at the presence of her two friends.

“Finally, you made it,” Kaya announced, catching the entire table's attention. She stood up and hugged Miya.

“Caleb called me late,” Miya replied, smiling at her friend.

“Hey! Hey! I did no such thing.” Hyun-Jung, also known as Caleb, denied, shaking his head.

“Do you want me to pull up the recent call?” Miya asked, arching an eyebrow as she held up her phone. “I can show you exactly what time you called me, Caleb.”

“I’m kidding, Mimi.” He responded, laughing as he drank his beer.

Miya rolled her eyes as she shook her head, not wanting to cuss at her friend in front of everyone in the restaurant. She settled for giving him a glare with a devious grin on her lips. Caleb thought her expression was amusing and adorable as he stood up with his arms open. He laughed as Miya reluctantly wrapped hers around him in a friendly embrace.

“You’re lucky we’re friends.” She sarcastically smiled, pulling away from their hug.

“Anyway, I want to introduce you to some people,” Caleb replied, stretching his hand out to a group of guys sitting at the end of the table.

Miya looked at the guys and was in awe at how beautiful they looked. They looked straight out of the K-Drama she had been watching earlier at home: flawless skin, perfect hair, not an ounce of makeup, a sense of fashion, and, no doubt, killer smiles. There was something familiar about the guys in front of her, but Miya couldn’t put her finger on it.

‘ Oh well, I’ll figure it out later. ‘

Caleb introduced Miya to the group of guys, and they all gave polite bows before she returned the gesture. “Nice to meet you all.” She gave them a smile before her best friend Kaya dragged her to the other side of the table.

She talked and laughed with her friends as the table started ordering Soju and meat to put on the grill, not knowing that a certain someone had his eyes on the whole time.

Chan couldn’t stop glancing at Miya every chance he got. Whenever one of the guys wasn’t talking to him, he would look at the goddess he met, seeing her laugh with her friends at the opposite end of the table. He’d never met someone that appeared like her or spoke the way she did. It was his birthday, and Caleb wanted to treat him to dinner and drinks with his group members. At first, Chan was going to deny seeing as they had an interview tomorrow, but he decided why not since Hyun offered to treat him.

Now Chan is glad he accepted Caleb’s invitation because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have met this gorgeous girl named Miya. Something about her made him want to get to know her more. He wanted to know her favorite food, see her smile daily, and how she sounded beneath him. Chan’s mind was becoming restless, but it fluttered back to her for some reason. No matter how hard Chan tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about Miya’s million-dollar smile.

His heart didn’t flutter until he heard Miya speaking Korean to Ryan. “Yeong hyung, what's the plan after this?”

“It’s up to everyone what they want to do.” Yeong-Sik, known as Ryan, answered, shrugging his shoulders. “I'm down to hit a club.”

“That sounds fun.” Miya’s other friend, Karsyn, chimed in, nodding in agreement.

He could return to his hotel room and get some much-needed sleep, or he could go out with his friends, getting to know the beauty scanning him with her seductive eyes from the opposite end of the table. Chan wanted to do things to her—sinful things—things that would make a holy person have a heart attack. Never had he felt this way towards someone, especially a woman. His eyes glanced at everyone around him but lingered on Miya’s for a few seconds before replying.

“Sure, why not.” Chan nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

Ryan bursts into cheers, raising his glass of Soju before throwing it back and slamming his cup on the wooden table.

Keep screamin’ you want it, girl, you lookin’ lovely when you ride this pony; we can do this ‘til the morning.

The large group entered the nightclub, and Kaya immediately dragged Miya to the bar while the others went to the table Ryan had booked. Club OCTAGON was packed with people from wall to wall, making maneuvering difficult. At the bar, Miya ordered a lemon drop martini, Kaya wanted a screwdriver, and Karsyn got a porn star martini, followed by a round of shots for themselves.

“Here’s to having a fun night and shaking some ass!” Kaya toasted, making the other two females repeat after her. “Here’s to having a fun night and shaking some ass!” Miya downed the shot, grimacing at the bitter taste, and chased it with her martini.

“Let’s go dance!” Karsyn shouted over the music. She grabbed Miya’s hand and pulled her through the sea of bodies to the dance floor.

The trio of friends laughed and danced amongst the crowd, slowly engulfed in the euphoric atmosphere. Miya’s hips moved to the beat of One Of The Girls by The Weekend. Her hands ran over her body sensually, almost in a teasing way. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time. His brown orbs slowly scanned over her luscious figure.

Chan’s hands twitched as he stared at Miya, teasing him with her sensual movements. He wanted to get her alone and run his hands over every curve on her body, hearing her moan beneath him as he fucked her slow and deep. The air around him grew heavy the longer his eyes lingered. Chan saw an opportunity when she said something to her friends and walked to the bar. His feet took him to the crowded space, but he found a space beside her.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re following me,” Miya said, smirking as she looked at him.

Chan stumbled over his words, unable to find the correct response. He went silent for a few seconds before speaking, “N-No, I’m not following you.”

“Are you ordering a drink?” She asked him, grinning at his body language.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Chan responded, scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous.

“About what?” Miya questioned, arching an eyebrow at him.

Chan got a whiff of Miya's perfume and wanted to moan out loud. She smelled of vanilla and peaches. “What’s your name?”

“Miya.” She replied, taking a sip of her second lemon drop martini.

“Do you have a Korean name?” He inquired, leaning against the bar.

“Ae Mae-Ying,” Miya answered, smiling at Chan flirtatiously.

Now that Chan was this close to her, Miya got a good look at him. He looked like he had stepped out of a K-Drama: flawless skin, pretty brown eyes, and full pink lips.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, sticking out his hand for her to shake.

“You have an accent. Where are you from?” Miya asked, politely shaking his hand.

“Australia,” Chan answered, letting out a chuckle.

“No way. My friend Karsyn is from there, too.” Miya gasped, staring at Chan in shock. “She was born in Melbourne.”

“It’s a pretty nice place.” Chan nodded, smiling at Miya.

The longer the pair talked, the more Chan wanted to take Miya back to his hotel room and strip her of her dress. He could tell she wanted the same by the hunger in her eyes. As if they read each other’s minds, Chan smirked at Miya as he laced his fingers with hers and took her outside the club. She ordered an Uber, and once it arrived, the two got in, heading to Chan’s hotel room. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other in the backseat.

Chan's left arm wrapped around Miya’s neck while his right hand rested on her thigh, rubbing circles in the skin. Miya giggled as Chan planted kisses on the exposed skin of her neck. She loved neck smooches; they made her very horny and made her throb. He’d whisper how sexy she looked on the dance floor while slowly inching his hand higher on her upper leg. Her breathing gradually became uneven and ragged.

The pair arrived at the hotel and thanked the driver as they climbed out of the backseat. Miya giggled as Chan held her hand and twirled her in a circle. He was enjoying her company and soon her naked body. As they entered the building, the employees behind the check-in counter were the only people there. Other guests were either in their room minding their business or out having a good time.

On the elevator ride to the eighth floor, Chan had Miya against the wall, his face stuffed in her neck, drinking in her scent. He was mesmerizing it in his brain. Her eyes would roll back as he sucked on her pulse point, making her whimper. Chan’s veiny hands slithered around her waist and gripped both cheeks in his palms, pulling her closer to his body. Miya’s arms wrapped around his neck, tilting her head to the side so he could gain more access to skin.

Chan perched her leg on his hip as he slid his left hand up her thigh, going beneath Miya’s dress to grip her ass. She could feel the material of his jeans rub against her clothed clit, and that set her body into overdrive. Her pussy started throbbing, feeling like it had a heartbeat, and it was no doubt leaking into her panties. Miya whimpered as Chan sucked on her pulse point, earning a moan from her. He could listen to her whimpers and moans any day of the week.

When Chan did pull away from Miya’s neck, he stared at her dead in the eyes and smashed his lips to hers. The two engaged in a steamy yet passionate kiss. Their teeth clicked together as each of them moaned. Miya’s tongue swirled around Chan’s, and his cock grew hard at the sensation. He wanted nothing more than to have Miya’s legs pressed to the bed as he pounded her into the following year.

The sound of the elevator dinging brought them out of their blissful world, and they stepped off the machine. Miya giggled as Chan pressed her against the wall, licking along her neck as they walked to his room. When they arrived, Chan used the key card to unlock the door and allowed Miya to enter first. As soon as the door closed, Chan was on Miya, and she was on him. He softly slammed her against the nearest wall.

Chan hoisted the young woman in his arms as her legs wrapped around his torso. Yet again, their lips moved in sync but quickly deepened as he walked over to the bed. Miya’s back hits the soft mattress as Chan continues his assault on her neck. Chan’s lips on Miya made her mind go fuzzy, unable to think straight. He gripped her thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting her hips enough to feel his pelvis as he kneaded the flesh.

Miya moaned, feeling the roughness of Chan’s pants rub against her covered sensitive clit, giving her the right amount of friction. She squirmed beneath him as the wetness of her panties became uncomfortable. Chan kissed her deeply, briefly pausing to peel Miya out of her dress, leaving her in her black thong. He admired her body, staring at every curve and dip in her skin, running his hands up and down her frame. Hell, he even thought she had such a beautiful body.

Miya had puffy lips as her chest rose and fell, and she tried to catch her breath as the man above her trailed his lips down her body. Starting at Miya’s neck, Chan nibbled down her collarbone to the valley of her breasts, making sure to suck her nipples in his mouth, showing attention to the sensitive buds. She moaned, running her fingers through his hair and pulling his face closer. Chan loved hearing her moan and could listen to them all day. He wanted to keep her beneath the sheets.

Chan continued his assault with his lips trailing his tongue down the young woman’s torso. When he got to her panties, he looked up at her, and she nodded for him to continue. His hands reached up and peeled the black item of clothing down her legs, discarding them behind him. Miya’s heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her stomach burned with arousal. She was beyond horny.

Chan ran his fingers through her fold before he slipped the tip of his middle finger into her. “Such a pretty pussy you have.”

Miya couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. Her back arched as Chan thrust his finger inside of her knuckle, deep exploring her soft walls.

“Mmm fuck.” She moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.

Chan’s lips hovered over Miya’s as he slowly worked in and out of her. She kept arching and writhing as he continued his ministrations, mouth wide open as she let out silent moans.

“I can feel you tightening already.” Once Chan added a second finger, Miya couldn't contain herself. Her moans spilled out of her like a pornstar. Even when he kissed her, nothing stopped the volume she was outputting. “Good job, baby.”

Chan could feel her walls clamp down on his fingers. “C-Chan…please…” Miya could contain the moans that escaped her mouth as they bounced off the hotel room's walls.

“Please, what?” Chan smirked at Miya, watching her come undone. “I can’t hear you.”

His fingers moved faster in and out of her tight wet cunt loving the sounds she made. He smiled as he heard her beg and plead, and he stopped. Miya felt hurt, distracted even. Chan gazed at her lustfully before taking her by surprise by latching his mouth on her clit. Miya bites back her moans, and that makes Chan mad.

Something came over him, and he swatted her ass cheek, making her mewl. Chan groaned at the taste of her juices as they ran down his chin. Miya gasped, gripping the back of his head and pushing him deeper into her sopping pussy.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good.” Miya moaned at the huskiness of Chan’s voice. The vibrations of his tone shot right to her pulsing cunt.

“Don’t stop, please.” Miya moaned, feeling Chan run his fingers over sensitive clit. “I’m so close.”

How can Chan say no to her? He grabbed the back of Miya’s knees, pushed her legs to the bed, and began to devour her. His tongue ran through her soaking cunt before sticking it inside of her. Miya’s thighs started shaking, feeling her first orgasm of the night approaching. And it was coming fast.

There was a burning feeling in Miya's lower stomach, and her walls clenched. She was a spluttering mess saying Chan’s name in a chanting moan. As her orgasm hit her hard, Miya closed her thighs around Chan’s head as the aftershocks flowed through her body. Chan laughed, removing Miya’s legs, and trailed kisses up her chest, nibbling the skin on her neck before smashing his lips to hers. She moans, tasting herself in his mouth.

Chan was hard beyond words. He didn’t need Miya to suck his cock but would’ve loved to feel it; he just wanted to be inside of her. As Chan shed his pants and boxers, Miya gawked at him, impressed with the sheer size of his appendage. Miya knew that she should tell him to grab a condom, but with the alcohol running through their veins, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out as he sank into her.

Miya threw her head back, arching into Chan as she pulsated wildly around him. “So fucking tight…” Chan hissed as his pace sped up to the point he was jackhammering into her. His lips found their way back to her neck, and kept mumbling about how Miya felt around him. She felt so tight, so warm, just right. His teeth nipped her ear lobe, desperate to grab onto something. “Is this good, baby? Need it harder, faster?”

When Miya didn’t respond, Chan slowed down, making her whine. Chan never wanted to pull out. He yearned to keep himself nice and snug in her warmth. He was stretching her out oh so sweetly.

“Faster, please,” Miya begged, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. She lay on the bed, eyes glazed over with lust, and her cheek flushed.

Chan couldn’t get over the way she looked beneath him. She was so sexy, so good, and willing to take whatever he could dish out. He bit his lip at Miya’s fucked out appearance and glanced down, seeing the white ring at the base of his cock. His thumb rubbed her sensitive clit making the woman beneath him mewl out loud.

“Oh, you’re so sensitive, baby,” Chan grunted, leaving a hickey on her neck.

“Ahhh…wait…” Miya squirmed, and her hand went to grab his wrist. Chan noticed how she didn’t pull his hand away despite her pleas. “Chan, please--too much.”

He kept using her body. Chan could feel her clamping down around his length. “Sorry,” he breathed out as he felt the pressure in his balls rising. “You’re just, hmmmph, too perfect.

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” Miya came with a cry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, trying to ground yourself in any way that she could. Nothing could stop the curses that flowed out of you as you held him close against you. Chan wasn’t far behind; “Oh, I-I’m gonna--”

Chan stilled as his hot sticky cum painted the inside of Miya’s tight cunt. Their heavy breaths filled the room, bouncing off the walls. He pressed his lips to hers as her hands ran down his muscular back. Once his cock went soft, Chan pulled out of Miya and went to the bathroom to retrieve a small towel. As he cleaned Miya off, she could feel herself falling asleep.

Chan smiled down at Miya’s sleeping form and lay beside her, going to sleep himself.

Miya stirred awake, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As she regained consciousness, she soon realized she wasn’t in her bedroom, let alone her apartment. Her head pounds, eyes go wide as she sits up in the bed and discovers she is naked.

‘What the hell happened last night?’

As she rubbed her head, Miya glanced around the room, and her eyes settled on a body underneath the blankets. Hesitantly, she reached over and peeled the sheets back to receive a lifetime shock. Asleep in the nude beside her was none other than the leader of Stray Kids: Bang Chan. Miya quietly gasped as she slipped out of the bed onto the floor. She had to be quick and silent.

‘Holy shit! There can’t be no way.’

‘How could I not recognize him?’

Miya tiptoed around the hotel room and found her dress lying on the floor before slipping it on. She discovered her panties and shoes discarded by the door. After seeing all her items, Miya snuck out of the door to the elevator. Inside the machine, she leaned against the wall. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone, seeing she only had a ten percent battery.

With a second thought, Miya ordered herself an Uber. When she got to the lobby, the red sedan was waiting for her to take her home. Miya climbed in the backseat, buckled her seatbelt, and leaned her head against the window. On the ride home, she saw at least fifty calls from Kaya and decided to call her back before her phone died.

Bestie🤍🥤- It’s about time you fucking answered! I was about to go to the police station and put out a missing persons report!!

Well, good thing I did call you.

Bestie🤍🥤- Where the hell have you been?

I went with some guy last night.

Bestie🤍🥤- With whom?

Some guy I met. I didn’t get his name.

Bestie🤍🥤- Next time, let someone know so we don’t worry.

I’m sorry, jagi.

Bestie🤍🥤- Where are you now?

I’m in an Uber on my way home.

Bestie🤍🥤- Okay, I’ll see you soon.

Okay bye.

Right when Miya hung up her phone, the screen went black. Finally, she arrived home and thanked the driver as she exited the car. Entering her apartment, Miya locked the door behind her. She kicked off her sneakers and plopped down on the couch. She stared at the ceiling as the events of last night replayed in her head.

Miya remembered everything from when Caleb introduced her to Chan and his bandmates to the second they stepped inside his hotel room. Did she regret it? No. Does she feel embarrassed? Hell yeah. She had sex with a known celebrity. Damn it, Miya hoped he didn't remember because that would be humiliating and prayed she’d never see him again.

She was so worried that she didn’t hear her best friend Kaya walk into the apartment.

“What’s got your mind occupied?” Kaya asked, tapping Miya on her leg.

“I think I did something wrong,” Miya answered, sitting on the couch.

“What happened?” Her best friend questioned curiously, leaning back against the sofa.

“I-I-I slept with someone.” She stuttered, beginning to feel guilty.

“Who was it?” Kayla inquired, crossing her arms.

“Do you know the K-pop group Stray Kids?” Miya asked, taking a breath and preparing to spill the beans.

“Yeah, what about them?” Her best friend responded, eyeing her warily.

“Well, I had sex with their leader,” Miya confessed, feeling like she lifted a weight off her shoulders.

It took Kaya a minute to process what Miya had confessed before gasping. “No shit you did.”

“Wait, you knew?” She asked, eyes widening in shock.

“Mhmm. The dinner was for his birthday.” Kaya nodded, replying to her best friend.

“I’m freaking out on the inside. How can I do that and with Chan of all people?” Miya asked herself out loud, staring at the ceiling.

��You’re human, Miya.” Kaya sighed, patting her friend on the shoulder.

“What would you do in my position?” Miya questioned, looking at her calm friend.

“Don't make a big deal about it.” Her best friend said, shrugging her shoulders. “If you think about it, he most likely won’t say anything about it because of his status.”

“You’re right.” She nodded, processing her words. She sat silently for a minute before sighing and saying, “Thank you for that, but I need to shower.”

“You’re welcome.” Kaya smiled, waving at her as Miya walked towards her bedroom.

While Miya showered, she stood under the cascading water, having a flashback to last night. She’s not going to lie; she had a damn good time with Chan. Especially when they got to his hotel room. Honestly, Miya would do it again and again. She hopes it doesn’t get out to the public, including his fans.

It’s been three weeks since Miya slept with Stray Kids’s leader Bang Chan. She went on with her days pretending like it didn’t happen, although she kept getting flashbacks of that pleasurable moment. Having to go to work the next day, Miya returned to her work routine as a neonatal nurse. Miya loved her job and wouldn’t trade it for any other career. No one could convince her to switch jobs if they offered to pay her twenty million dollars.

Today was like any other day for Miya. She woke up early, got ready, stopped for coffee, and carpooled with Kaya to work. For some reason, it felt off to her. As she sipped her beverage, she cringed at the bitter taste but stopped when her stomach churned.

“Pull over.” Miya quickly stated, unfastening her seatbelt. She opened the door and leaned just in time to vomit her morning breakfast.

Kaya sat in the driver's seat, shocked and worried for her best friend. “Are you okay? You never get sick from coffee?”

Miya heaved before leaning back in the vehicle. Kaya hands her a bottle of water to rinse her mouth out. She tried catching her breath before speaking.

“Is today the 28th?” Miya asked, staring ahead of her.

“Yeah, why?” Her best friend asked, driving away when the light turned green.

Suddenly, Miya's eyes widened as she tried to unlock her phone and click on her period tracker app. The notification bubble popped up: Your period is 55 days late! Miya gasped.

“We have to stop by a convenience store,” Miya said, looking at her best friend.

“What? Why?” Kaya asked, widening her eyes and raising her brows in shock.

“Please just go to a convenience store.” She begged as realization began to sink into her brain.

On the car ride to the store, Kaya was worried about her best friend and curious about why she needed to go there, but she drove there anyway. Miya raced inside the building, searching the aisles for what she needed. Once Miya found what she needed, she hesitantly grabbed them and paid. Kaya eyed the bag inside the car but didn’t question Miya why her best friend got what she bought. The pair arrived at the hospital and went through metal detectors before walking to their department.

Before heading to her post, Miya took the pregnancy tests to the restroom. Kaya eyed her warily and followed behind her. Miya took each test out of the box and peed on each stick. She held all three in her hand, praying they all came up negative. God, she hoped they were false.

After the time was up, she slowly peered at the sticks and gasped. Kaya heard her and knocked on the stall door.

“Miya, what's wrong?” She asked, placing her hand on the door.

Miya felt shocked, scared, and even somewhat happy. Did Mya want a child right now? No, she didn't. For crying out loud, Miya’s only twenty-two. What will she do with a baby while working the hours she does? Slowly, she stood up and unlatched the restroom stall door, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m pregnant.” Miya sniffled, falling into Kaya’s arms as she cried.

Kaya couldn’t do anything but comfort her best friend through her tough time. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. Whatever you want to do, know that Karsyn and I are always here for you.” She kissed Miya’s head while rubbing her back in a comforting manner.

It took Miya some time to gather herself before she got to work. During her shift, Miya kept thinking about what she should do. What would her parents think? Does she even tell them? How will they react?

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If The Walls Could Talk Chapter 1: We Are All Adults Here

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: When your parents leave for their annual summer vacation, they ask your long-time neighbor to come by and check on you.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (20/50), a little bit of corrosion, sexual tension, Bj's, PinV, Unprotected sex, Smut with no plot, shower/tub smut.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers.

WC- 3.2

If The Walls Could Talk Series // The Last Of Us Master List

With another semester of college under my belt, it’s time to come home for the summer. The group chat with my parents tells me that even years later, they still leave the house for a few weeks during the summer for a vacation. They’re going on a cruise this year and will be gone for nearly a month. 

I’ve lived next to a man and his daughter for years—a sweet kid a little younger than me. Hours were spent playing with her when we were both young, and when I started high school, I began babysitting her, and nothing changed. I was always in his house, and the fact that we were constantly bumping into each other had my crush flying through the sky.  

I had a crush that suddenly disappeared when I was up and moved away to college, but every summer, my crush came back with a vengeance—a spiteful vengeance. The older I got, the more I looked at Sarah’s dad in a new and different light. 

Now I’m driving back home to an empty house and a house right next door with my much older crush. Let’s also add that Joel is also my dad’s best friend. He has been his best friend since Joel moved in with his baby daughter almost twenty years ago. The lights on the house are off, and my garage door opens with one button press. 

The first day back from college was always just about laundry and eating a typical meal for the first time since I had been home for the brief spring break before exams. I can see that Joel is home; his truck is in the driveway, and the kitchen light is on. I text my parents while I wait for my food to reheat in the microwave. 

Made it home, eating leftovers. 

Aww I’m glad you are home sweetie. Don’t forget that if you need anything Joel is right across the street. 

And his daughter is at camp this summer so he’ll be there anytime you need him. 

You can’t just volunteer Joel like that. 

I’ll make sure to remember that Mom.  

I swipe out of the chat a little faster than normal. My attention drifts over to the lit-up kitchen window and I think about whatever Joel might be doing… since Sarah is away at summer camp. The beeping of the microwave pulls my attention away, and the room smells of leftovers. That night I watched a random movie marathon in a bed I’ve had since middle school, and fell asleep with a half eaten plate of food on my nightstand. 

A week later theres a knock on the fence to my backyard. My eyes are closed behind my sunglasses. It’s only when the hot rays of sun fade and turn cold do I open my eyes and shift my eyes down the brim of my nose. It’s Joel. Standing there in all his glory. A hawaiian shirt covers his tan skin, and shorts give very little to the imagination.

With another semester of college under my belt, it’s time to come home for the summer. The group chat with my parents tells me that even years later, they still leave the house for a few weeks during the summer for a vacation. They’re going on a cruise this year and will be gone for nearly a month. 

I’ve lived next to a man and his daughter for years—a sweet kid a little younger than me. Hours were spent playing with her when we were both young, and when I started high school, I began babysitting her, and nothing changed. I was always in his house, and the fact that we were constantly bumping into each other had my crush flying through the sky.  

I had a crush that suddenly disappeared when I was up and moved away to college, but every summer, my crush came back with a spiteful vengeance. The older I got, the more I looked at Sarah’s dad in a new and different light. 

Now I’m driving home to an empty house and a house right next door with my much older crush. Let’s also add that Joel is also my dad’s best friend. He has been his best friend since Joel moved in with his baby daughter almost twenty years ago. The lights on the house are off, and my garage door opens with one button press. 

The first day back from college was always just about laundry and eating a typical meal for the first time since I had been home for the brief spring break before exams. I can see that Joel is home; his truck is in the driveway, and the kitchen light is on. I text my parents while I wait for my food to reheat in the microwave. 

I made it home, eating leftovers. 

Aww, I’m glad you’re home, sweetie. Don’t forget that Joel is right across the street if you need anything. 

His daughter is at camp this summer, so he’ll be there anytime you need him. 

You can’t just volunteer Joel like that. 

I’ll make sure to remember that, Mom.  

I swipe out of the chat a little faster than normal. My attention drifts over to the lit-up kitchen window, and I think about whatever Joel might be doing… since Sarah is away at summer camp. The beeping of the microwave pulls my attention away, and the room smells of leftovers. That night, I watched a random movie marathon in a bed I’ve had since middle school and fell asleep with a half-eaten plate of food on my nightstand. 

A week later, a knock was on the fence in my backyard. My eyes are closed behind my sunglasses. It’s only when the hot rays of the sun fade and turn cold that I open my eyes and shift my eyes down the brim of my nose. It’s Joel. Standing there in all his glory. A Hawaiian shirt covers his tan skin, and his shorts give little to the imagination.

“Your dad told me you were home.” He says plainly. I nod and keep my eyes on him. “You haven’t left the house in over a week, so I came to check on you,” Joel says as he shifts from in front to the side of me, sitting on another pool chair. “I haven’t needed to. You know mom always makes way too much food during the summer.” This is the second summer I’ve come back home, and my parents have been out on a cruise or flying to some destination they picked out the minute they got back the previous summer. “I know she’s always trying to pawn it off to the other neighbors,” Joel says, looking at you and then the water. 

There’s a long pause between us; the tension grows, and before it can well into something, I cut Joel right off at the knees. “Well, I’m sure you’ve got other things to do today.” I say, then add, “instead of checking up on me.” There’s a shift in Joel’s face, but he quickly hides it behind a bright smile. “I do have some yard work I’ve gotta get done.” He says, getting up from the pool chair and pushing with the palms of his hands. 

I watch him walk away. Open and close the fence gate. I stare for a long while. Wondering where the hell these random, hot flashes of feeling came from. The bottom of my stomach burns with a passion that I don’t even feel when I go out with guys from my college. I lick my lips, bring my sunglasses back up the ridge of my nose, and close my eyes. By the time I get back inside, the summer day’s heat has disappeared, and my skin is tanned.

Joel seems to know every time I’m outside. He knocks on the gate and lets himself in. This time I’m swimming in the pool. The heat has suffocated me in a way I’m not used to, “Do you go anywhere else?” Joel asks. I lift my head from the pool surface and look at him. This time, he’s wearing just a pair of shorts. Swim trunks, “It’s not like I have many places to go.” I say plainly before dropping my head onto the pool water’s surface. I feel the ripples of the water as Joel moves in. 

He starts at the steps and makes his way over to me. Long swimming strides, and in a matter of seconds, he’s by my side. Once again, I was standing in the sunlight. I peep my eyes open again. “Do I have something on my face?” I ask him. His brown eyes bore holes into me in a way that made me feel like the only other person on earth but also uncomfortable. “I just hadn’t realized how much you’d grown up.” That is all Joel says before he too, lays on his back. I’m stuck wondering what that means. I had always seen Joel for precisely what he was.

“What does that mean?” I finally ask after a little silence. Joel seems to be forming his words, “It just means that are have become a beautiful woman in the passing years.” My courage starts to grow. “Does that mean you’ve been watching me?” I say, looking over at him. I can see him visibly swallow has if I’ve caught him in a tongue twister. “I… You…” He rolls his lips together, I move in the water. I want to see his face. “I’m what Joel?” My bathsuit hugs me tightly due to the water. “You’re just…” “I’m just what Joel?” I ask brushing my hand up from his belly to his chest. His skin lights up with goosebumps in the hot weather. 

“I’m far to old for you.” He says as if he’s trying to stop himself from making a horrible choice. As if saying he’s older then me is going to stop the way my nails are dragging down the center of his body. Inching closer to the tie of his swim trunks. 

The way my name falls from his lips, like he’s barely holding back his wants and needs. “Y/n, please I’m just as old as your father.” I roll my eyes. “Can you not bring him up when all I wanna do is make you feel good.” I mutter softly. Joel lets go of my hands and groans when I grab at his erection from the swim trunks. It’s just a wet piece of fabric between my hand and his cock. 

“Fuck,” Joel mutters out in a low groan. But before the moment goes any further I move my hand and float towards the pool stairs. Joel is up and moving towards me before I even manager to get the towel around my body. “What in the hell was that?” He tries not to shout. “That’s called payback for the past fifteen years of my life, now if you don’t mind I’m gonna go take a bath,” I say before slipping into my flip-flops and walking into the cool air of the house. I leave the sliding glass door open. 

An open invitation to follow me. 

An open invitation to which he follows like a lost puppy dog following its owner. I don’t hear Joel get out of the water immediately as if he’s waiting for my father (his best friend) to come rounding the corner; all I know is that by the time I’ve settled into the hot water of the bathtub with bubbles on the rim of the tub. Joel is marching up the stairs and not even knocking on the bathroom door. 

He just lets himself in. He is standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and water pooling around his feet. “You’re making a mess, ya know,” I say, not even bothering to look up at him. I had set up most of what I would use before my dip in the pool, my eyes gazing over the words in my romance novel. 

“You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that.” He says with a grunt. I say anything, flipping the page of my book over. The book goes from my hand to the sink, forcing me to look up at him. “You are a wrong choice waiting to happen,” Joel says with my chin in his hand. Holding me to look up at him, “But I’m not inclined to make the right choices right now.” He says before finally leaning down to press his lips into mine. 

The kiss sweeps me off my feet metaphorically. His lips are rough and dry from the summer heat and sun, but the way he uses his mouth is heaven-sent. Passing over my lips with his tongue, his hand still holds my chin securely, giving Joel all the power he needs in this situation. His other drifts down your chest, and into the water. The bubbles surround his hand as his fingers graze over the tops of my breasts. Gentle has they grope and tease my nipple. The kiss is breathtaking, leaving me gasping for air when Joel finally does pull away. 

When he pulls away there’s no giving away the rather large tent that has made it’s way through the soaked swim trunks and is now protruding through the pool towel. He follows my gaze, and looks down, “You want something?” He asks looking down at me, I nod. “Then undress me sweetheart.” The nickname makes my heart skip a beat, and my hands are reaching out for the towel, ripping it off and through it to the floor. His swim trunks go next and in one easy slip down his toned legs he’s free and completely naked in front of me. For being half my age older the man is built, muscles and tan lines that show the amount of work he’s put into his life already. 

“You gonna keep staring at it with your mouth open? Or are you gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours up to some good use?” He says standing there in all his glory. I slip over the edge of the tub, half my body still sits in the water. My knees hitting the edge of the inner tub, nipples taught at the coolness of the surrounding air as I grab a hold of Joel cock. I had dreams about this, dreams of sucking him off, dreams of holding him in my hands, dreams of the way he’d taste, of the way he’d sound. Nothing is better then the real thing though. The weight of his cock on my hand is different then I’ve ever felt. A strong hand combs through my wet pool hair. “Come on darlin’ don’t keep me waiting.” He says gently. 

I nod because there aren’t words to describe the feelings that are currently wrapping their way around my lungs. I lean forward and press my lips to the head of his cock. I look up at Joel through my lashes before sucking just the head of his cock into my mouth. A slight groan falls from his lips, and it eggs me on further. I take each inch of him with a slow pace, giving myself time to let him fill my throat. I’m not even must more librality because before i know it, th hand that was gently combing through my hair is pushing me further down his cock. My nose buried in his nicely trimed pubic hair. I gag around the tight feeling of his cock in the back of my throat, holding his thighs tightly in both my hands. 

Joel hands holds my hair tightly. The once gentle hand is curled around my hair and using a force I’ve only ever seen him use when he’s lifting things from his truck. Using my throat in order to get exactly what he desires. His grunts and groans are the only things I hear, music to my ears. It’s the little tiny whimper of my name that has me knowing that Joel is close. His cock twitches in the back of my throat and my eyes water at the fullness he has me feeling. 

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The water sloshes in the tub, as Joel moves us both into the tub. His back pressed against the cold porcelain. The law tub large enough to hold the both us. He doesn’t have me facing him at first. My back pressed against his chest, with his already stiff cock pressed between my wet thighs. Wet due to water, and due to the fucking my throat as just recieved. Joel plams my breasts. Teasing the stiff nipples between his fore fingers and thumbs. Rolling then and pinching at the same, it has me rockingand sqeuzzing his cock between the plusness of my thighs. 

His lips connect to the side of my neck pressing soft and rough kisses into the skin. Leaving some patches with hickies. “Such a pretty women sitting on my lap.” He mutters against my skin, I let my head fall back over his shoulder and his lips find my chin. “Letting me do whatever i want to her, in her parents house.” His reminder that we are in fact in my parents house has me wetter then I’d like him to know, but my thighs sadly betray me. “Oh she’s a kinky little one isn’t she?” He says, “Spread your legs sweetheart.” He commands and follow with ease, watching as water flows over the edge a little. Suds hitting the floor, with my legs wide open one hands drops my breast and falls down the center of my stoamch and then to the center of my pussy. “Oh she loves the idea of my fuckin’ her right here in this bathtub, she loves the idea of my fuckin’ her in her parents house, what they don’t know don’t hurt ‘em.” He says as he slips two fingers in. Moans bounce of the tiled walls of the bathroom, his one finger are larger then my two fingers put together, so I can only image the way he’ll push my walls open to make room for his cock. He drops his other hands decidind it’s better to play with my pussy then my breast. With one hand pumping in and out of my pussy the other one starts with slow circles around my clit. 

“You’re so wet Y/n, hmm how long have you been thinkin’ about me fuckin’ you?” He asks, his breath steady in comparison to mine, I can barely keep up, i roll my lips together before opening my mouth but all that falls out is moans of satisfation. “Answer me darlin’ or I won’t let you cum.” His words get my attention, and for a second I have to think. “Since I was in highschool.” I manage to get out. “Hmm such a dirty fuckin’ slut thinking about her dads best friend fuckin’ her.” his words have me squeezing his fingers in my pussy. “It’s okay baby, I’ve been thinkin’ about doing this since two summers ago.” His confession sends me over the edge. Into a white hot ecstasy.  Joels fingers slide out with ease, and his other rest gives my sensitive clit a rest. Kissing my shoudler and back gentle as I come down from my high. 

When I regain a portion of my brain I don’t give him much time to ask me many questions. I grab his cock and postion myself. Letting the head of his cock notch at my entrance. “Oh fuck sweetheart” Joel groans out his grip on my hips grows tight. “Wait.” He says, but I don’t listen, I’m absolutely consumed by the feeling of his cock around my pussy. I feel full and content with his cock complelty in my pussy. “Damn it Y/n, I said wait.” He shouts, “What? You don’t wanna be deep inside me anymore?” I tease. I can hear Joel gridding his molars together. “No I just wanted to make ure that you were on birth control you brat.” oh I bite my lip and nod my head. “Words darlin’ words.” “Yes, so you can cum as deep as you want Joel.” Theres an undeinable smile on his face, as he sets an unforgiving pace.

Water pools around the clawfoot tub as Joel pushes me forward. My hands gripping the tub as the sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls around us. The blinds opne but the summer streets empty. “Joel anybody would see us!” I moan as he wraps a large around the back of my neck forcing my to look towards the window. “Oh darlin’ I’m kinda hoping gets to see the sort of show you put on. Your ass so high up in the air, tits boucing and making mess around my cock. I bet I can make you cum again just like this.” His pace somehow gets faster and harder. 

“Yeah, I can feel you squeezin’ my cock.” Joel mutters, “Wait I wanna…” My words die in my thaort as his other hand comes down between my legs and plays with my clit. A few circles and a few pinches “Wiat Joel please…” “Hmm what do you want now princess?” He asks through his own grunts of passion. “I wanna cum with you, please Joel cum inside me with me??!” I beg him, “Alright… alright princess, you can cum with me but you better be ready when I am.” He says, “I will be I will be Joel just pelase make me cum daddy.” Something in Joel must break, or maybe it was already broken because the pace he sets now is body breaking. My knuckles are white, and my mouth is just hanging open. “Come on princess squeeze my cock like a good little girl, and then I’ll give it you. Pump you full with my seed.” His words push me over the edge and with that my second orgasm rolls over my shoudlers. Joel pumps a few more times deep inside before he slips out and falls gracefully to the tubs floor. 

We sit in silence for a moment. Joels words are the first thing that hit the sex smelling air. “This by the way sweertheart. Is NOT a one time deal.” he says grabbing my hips and pulling back down into his hold. We sit until the water goes cold, and or skin is wrinkly. “I’ll clean up after we get you somethin’ to eat missy.” He says wrapping the towels around my tired frame. I only nod unwilling to disturbe the peace of the moment.

Completed on: 04/10/24

Posted on: 04/13/24

Joel Miller-

[sweetlummie]

Creep

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Creep!Joel Miller x Plus size!reader

!!! 18+ content. If you’re a minor go away !!!

A/n: I’m back at it again folks with sum a little longer! Also this is a combination of best friend’s dad!joel as well as dad’s best friend!joel. As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

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Warnings: Joel is a massive creep, noncon, cunnilingus, somnophilia, and slight mentions of impregnation

W/c: 1,037

Weirdo (pt. 2) The Hell am I Doing Here? (pt.3)

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You were a bright-faced, cheerful girl. You attended a community college in Austin since you moved in with your dad when you turned 18. You spent your childhood with your mother and barely saw your dad. You decided to cut your old man some slack given how difficult your mom is, so despite her wishes, you moved in with your dad once you graduated high school.

Your dad had been best friends with Joel Miller since he got to Austin some years back, and the summers you would spend over there, you got along just fine with his daughter Sarah. Now that you’re all grown up and in college, you barely see each other, especially since Sarah is studying out of state. Once she gets home, you two plan a sleepover to catch up and do girl things, like the old days. You both decide to have the sleepover at Sarah’s house since she has a pool, and you don’t. You spent the whole afternoon together splashing in the water, playing mermaids like you would when you were little.

Joel was in the house while you both were having your sleepover. He hates to admit it, but you’ve gotten so gorgeous in his eyes. Your curvaceous figure, plump ass and thighs, plush tummy, hell, even your breasts are enticing to him. He never really noticed you till after you moved in with your father. He simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you. If he was being frank with himself, he’s always loved bigger women. He loved the idea of holding onto their hips with a bruising grip as he fucked them from behind. He wanted to see the women beneath him jiggle from the amount of force he’d pound into them with. He wondered how wonderfully you’d shake if he were to have his way with you. Joel returned from his thoughts when you both entered the house, dripping wet. It took everything within Joel not to groan at your damp state. He simply just went upstairs, away from the temptation.

.。･:*♡ ♡*:･。.

After having a shower and eating dinner, you and Sarah change into your PJs and decide to tuck in and watch a movie. 30 minutes into the film, you both fall asleep, exhausted from swimming around all day. You had thrashed around in your sleep, finding a comfortable position as you were in and out of consciousness. The precarious position made your tank top ride up on your tummy, and your sleep shorts that barely covered your ass had exposed the entirety of your thighs.

Joel decided to check in on his girls to ensure they were okay. He quietly opened Sarah’s door and took in their sleeping forms. He mumbled, “Good night, baby girl.” He then turned his attention to you, the blanket on you long forgotten on the floor and exposing you to him. He slowly and quietly made his way over to you, eyeing you down, his breath hitched.

“Look at you. A vision for sore eyes. So fucking pretty.” He whispered as he got down on his knees. He scanned your body from top to bottom, taking in your vulnerable state. Joel moved his hand to caress your tummy. “So plump and soft.. must be a nice pillow.. fuck imagine your pretty little stomach filled with my babies.” He said to himself as his cock strained in his sweatpants; the thought of breeding your little pussy and impregnating you excited him.

He moved on to palm your tits over your tank top. Your nipples had hardened when he began touching you. You were none the wiser, simply asleep. A victim to the perverse man before you. “So fucking soft. Wanna paint your pretty tits with my cum..” As gently as he could, he moved his hand down to your clothed pussy. His eyes darkened as he cupped your clothed sex. He wondered if you were wet right now due to his touch.

He knows he shouldn’t; he knows that this is all wrong; you’re his best friend’s daughter and his daughter's best friend, for Christ's sake! He shouldn’t want you! His desire silenced all rational thought.

He moved your sleeping shorts aside along with your panties and opened your folds. You let out a soft whimper in your sleep, causing Joel to stop his movements. Once you settled down in your sleep, Joel resumed praising your wet cunt. “Fuck. Such a beautiful princess. I want to fuck your tight little hole and ruin you for anyone else. Mark you up, fill you with my cum. Make you mine..” Joel whispered into your cunt, his fingers gently running along the wet seam of your puffy cunt. He couldn’t take it anymore; he just had to have a taste!

Joel leaned forward and began to press soft kisses to your pussy. He gently lapped up your wetness and sucked on your clit. With his free hand, he had moved it down his body to palm his hard cock, trying to alleviate his arousal.

There was no way you didn’t feel what was happening between your legs as your orgasm approached. Your eyes opened, and your hand flew to yank the hair of whoever was eating you out.

“M-Mr. Miller?!” You whispered as you looked down at him in horror. Joel chuckled in a dark tone as if you were catching him doing something naughty. “Hey, princess. Don’t mind me, just tasting the sweetest honey from the sweetest girl.” He purred as he gave one long lick up your pussy, never taking his eyes off yours as he did so. You held back a loud moan by slapping your hand over your mouth. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, you found Mr. Miller attractive, but you never thought he’d be into you as well.

“C’mon, pretty girl, let me finish what I started in my room. I don’t wanna wake Sarah up now.” He smiled at her, standing up, holding his hand out to you. You bit your bottom lip to think for a few seconds before deciding to go. Screw it. He was a hot older man, and you’ve wanted him for a while now. One night couldn’t hurt. Could it?

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 23

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 23 – She's Ours 

Andy 

Growing up, we used to be a threesome. But when we graduated from high school, Luke and I went to Boston University. Lloyd Hansen decided to go to play football for Harvard and then enlisted in the military.  

(By the way, nobody goes to Harvard to play football. But Lloyd has always been the exception.) 

It was hard to keep in touch with him when he was undercover or on a mission. But whenever he came home, I made sure I had time. That he came to a game.  

Lloyd Hansen has always had my back. That’s why I knew he was the only call I could make.  

“You’re exes are pieces of work, Barber.” Lloyd popped the candy from his mouth. “I mean, Jesus, what kind of person tries to take a child from a good mother? Should’ve let me run background checks on them.”  

“Like we knew they were capable of this,” I mutter as I take a sip of my coffee.  

“You should have seen it coming, princess.” Lloyd laughed before turning to Luke. “Need me to check out Miranda?”  

“The fact that you only met her a handful of times already tells me that you checked.” Lloyd winked and Luke sighed. “Look, did you find anything?” 

“I’m insulted.” Lloyd pouts. “I can’t believe that you doubt me.” 

“Fucking dramatic Hansen,” I tell him. I ball a napkin and throw it at his face. “I left my girlfriend and baby for this meeting.”  

“You’re no fun.” Lloyd reached down on the seat a picked up a manila envelope. “Like I said before, your exes are pieces of work. Ass-wipe number one, also known as Bret Anderson, started researching adoption procedures and parental rights after the incident at the baby shower. His lawyer, an idiot with very soft security measures, has drafted a sole custody agreement.”  

“Fucking hell,” I look at the copies of the paperwork. “When does her mother come into this?” 

“Right before. She places a call to Japan, about thirty minutes before a wire transfer of $1 Million hits his account.”  

“Why the fuck would my mother pay him?” 

Lloyd shakes his head. “I don’t think it was to pay him. I assume it was to finance.” Lloyd pulls another envelope. “This is where Fiona Mancini comes in. Andy,” he looks at me with a serious face I’ve only seen a few times in my life, “did you know that Fiona had ties to the New York Mafia?” 

My heart stops. “What?” 

“Yeah, Fiona is the niece of the don of New York’s underboss.” When I give him a blank look, he rolls his eyes. “You’re such a boy scout. It's the second in command. She is his niece. And while he wasn’t happy that she was in a relationship that was not approved by the family, he is more unhappy that she is unhappy.”  

“What the, and I say this from the bottom of my heart, fuck?” 

“Yep,” Lloyd popped that ’P’ like it was going out of style. “Fortunately, for you, I happened to have had dealings with this man before. I explained what his precious Fiona had done and well,” he smiled sadistically, “Craig Bailey has other problems then sitting suspended for knocking out your goalie.”  

“Fuck me,” Luke mumbled.  

“Indeed. He sends his apologies for the lies and hurt that his niece has caused, and she will be dealt with. So that part worked out. However, I have copies of everything and his phone number for you, just in case.”  

“Thank Lloyd.”  

“Oh, and he asked if you could go easy on his Islanders. The Rangers not so much.”  

This got a startled chuckle from me and Luke. “I’ll see what we can do.”  

“As for Bret, all the financials and legals are there. I already contacted your attorney for you and said that you might need some loss of parental rights and other possible paperwork set up.  He’s waiting for your call.”  

“I don’t know how to thank you Lloyd.”  

“Some box seats and an invite to the wedding would be nice. A bottle of scotch.”  

“I’ll send two.”  We stand and I give Lloyd a hug.  “Thank you, brother.”  

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss the girls for me and tell Leia that I saw her medical report.  She’s stronger than all of us and I’m lowkey jealous of how badass she is. You better be good to her. Or I’ll kill you.” He flashes me a wink. 

The problem with that statement is that he could. And it would look like an accident.   

I’m starting to hate the country club. The boys and I usually come here on the off season to play a couple of rounds, and the Bruins always host a charity tournament for the children’s hospital.  I think that maybe the only time I come here from now on. Especially if this meeting goes south.  

I turn to my best friend. “Are you ready for this?” 

He takes a fortifying breath. “No but it needs to be done. She’s gone too far now.” He looks at me. “Are you ready?” 

“Yep.” We walk towards the private dining room that I booked for today. The last thing I needed was for this meeting to go public. Not unless it was on my terms.  They are sitting there, waiting, talking quietly. They smile when they see me but Monica’s face falls when she sees her son.  She stands up. “Lukas, I didn’t expect to see you here.”  

“Yeah, I bet you didn’t.” He doesn’t move to greet her like a son should greet his mother.  He just sits across from her, a hard look on his face. Luke is someone who doesn’t get pissed often. But when he does, it's like raining hell fire. The one person he will always go nuclear for is Leia.  

I love that he’s on my team, professionally and personally.  

“Why did you come here?” Bret or Ass-wipe #1 as Lloyd called him, asks. God, his face is punch-able, especially when he looks like a petulant five-year-old.  

Luke shrugs. “When it comes to my baby sister and my niece, their problems will always be my problems.” 

I cleared my throat.  “We’re here to discuss the blackmail.”  

“Oh, Andrew, I wouldn’t call it blackmail,” Monica says sweetly. “It would be an arrangement to bring a family back together.”  

“This family is not broken,” I say through gritted teeth. “My family is perfect. So call it what it is Monica, its blackmail.”  I lean forward. “It’s coercion in the worst form. But,” I sit back, “I am willing to negotiate.”  

“You’re a smart man, Barber,” Bret says. “Now as I said before,” he slides a contract in front of me, “you sign over your parental rights, sign an affidavit stating that you are no longer in a relationship with Leia and the photos will not be published. Monica will also transfer the money to you right away.”  

I stare at the paperwork. These papers would take away the only family I have. The little girl who took my heart between her tiny hands and squeezed just two months ago. I think of the woman who makes me feel complete, my perfect match. I think of the future that I could be giving up but remember that I have the ace up my sleeve.  

“No.”  

A stunned look crossed both of their faces. “What do you mean no?” Monica sneered. “These pictures...” 

“Don’t compare to the financial statements and emails that you shared with Fiona and Bret.” I pulled the copies of the documents Lloyd had given to me and they both pale significantly. “I’ve highlighted the appropriate passages.” I pointed to them. “Proof that you have doctored the photos and are blackmailing me and Leia.”  

“I am a respected member of Boston society,” Monica argues. “No one will believe you.”  

I shrug. “Then I guess we can involve Antonio Mancini then.”  

“Who...” Bret starts but I cut him off.  

“Who is Antonio Mancini? Yeah, that’s Fiona’s uncle. He’s also known as the underboss of the New York mob.” Man, I wish I had been filming their reactions because, while the image of their shock and disbelief is burned in my brain, I would have loved to shown Leia.  

“Andy, be reasonable,” Monica starts.  

“You lost that right when you decided to blackmail by best friend, Mother.” Luke looks murderous.  

“Here is what is going to happen.” I pulled the papers I had gotten from my lawyer that morning. “You,” pointing to Bret, “are going to sign your parental rights over my baby girl and fucking disappear from our lives.  I also want you,” pointing to Monica, “to sign this affidavit stating that you are giving me all proofs and copies of these photos to me and that you will keep away from your daughter and granddaughter. At a time of her choosing, Leia will tell you whether she wants you in your granddaughter’s life or not.”  

“You can’t do this,” Monica squeaked. “Lukas, you can’t allow this.”  

“Not my decision but I support it one hundred percent. You abandoned us Mother, when Pops died. You choose money over being with us. Live with the consequences.”  

“I did what I needed to do to survive.”  

“So did we. Sign the papers.  Let Leia live the life she deserves.” He turns to Bret. “I warned you, when you came to me to ask Leia to move in.  I warned you not to hurt her. Not only did you do that, but you left her when she needed you most of all.  Thank God that she had the right man in her corner all along.” He looks at me. “He worships her. He protects her. He cares for them. He loves them.”  

Bret looks stricken. But without another word, he signed the papers, gets up and leaves. We’re now left with Monica, who’s perfect makeup is now streaked with tears. “Sign them Monica, and I’ll talk to Leia,” I tell her.  “Don’t make me go to the papers with this or the police.”  

“I just... I thought I was doing what was best for her.” She wipes at her face with a napkin before picking up the pen and signing. “Luke...” 

“No, not right now. I’ll decide when we speak again Mother.” Luke turns away. Monica lets another tear slide before she gets up and walks out.  

I blew out a breath. “Did that actually work?” 

“Yeah, it did, brother.” He notices another paper in the folder. “What’s this?” 

“The future.” I see that Luke’s phone is on. “What’s that?” 

“Revenge.”  He stops the recording and then sends it to an email address.  

k.dilaurentis@dilaurentislaw.com  

I stare up at him and he shrugs with a half-smile. “I’m petty. Sue me.” 

I drove around for a while after I had dropped Luke off at his house. I needed a moment to think. To reflect. To believe in my dreams again. I had been so close to losing it all. Yes, I could have survived Leia and Avery being taken away from me, but I wouldn’t have lived anymore.  

A year ago, I thought that I was going to be ok on my own. Just me and hockey. I had no idea that the house I bought we become my home. That the girl I watched grown up and then pined for, would become my girl. That she would bless me with a beautiful daughter.  

I didn’t know that losing one of my best friends would be the best thing that ever happened to me.  

I drove back to my home, relief flooding through me that I would find my queen and my princess there and that would never change. That the family we created would be together forever.  Pulling into the garage, I looked at the folder with the documents all of them had been signed except for one. Taking that particular one with me as I dropped my coat and keys in the entry way, I made my way to find my girls.  

It wasn’t hard to find them. Leia was rocking Avery in her room, singing a lullaby to her as she fed her. I watched silently, enjoying the beauty of the moment. To see mother and daughter together in the most natural way.  

“I know you’re watching me, love.” Leia didn’t look away from our daughter, but I saw the small smile on her face.  

“How is she?” I walked into the room, sat on the ottoman and leaned over to see my girl. She had a sleepy, milk-drunk smile on her pouty lips, eyes closed, dreaming her sweet dreams.  

“She’s perfect,” Leia said to me. She finally looked up at me but frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” I looked at her before I kneeled before her. “Nothing is wrong.”  

“Why are you kneeling? Andy...” 

“I’m kneeling before you because I have to tell you something.” I took a breath. “I met with Bret and Monica today.” Leia went to speak but I stopped her. “Let me finish. I met with them, and we talked and they signed the papers.”  

“What?” 

“Bret signed away his parental rights and your mom signed an agreement that she would have no contact with us, with you, until you were ready.”  

Leia let out a soft sob. “So, it's over?” 

“Not quite.” I pulled the paper from where I dropped it on the floor.  “This is the final piece. I know you put my name on the birth certificate, but I didn’t sign it. I looked it up and since I wasn’t biologically the father, I couldn’t. But, when I picked up the papers for the meeting, I asked my lawyer to draft one more.” I handed it to Leia for her to read.  

She read it and gasp. “An application for formal adoption? You want to adopt her?” 

“I know I’m her daddy in every other way, but I want to make sure she knows, that the whole world knows, I’m her daddy and she’s ours. Will you sign the papers so we can be an official, on the record family?” The tears flow down her beautiful face and I try to thumb them away as much as I can. “Is that a yes?” 

She sputtered a laugh. “It's a hell yes!” I hugged them both as best I could before take Avery in my arms. I rocked her back to sleep before missing her forehead and breathing in that sweet baby smell.  

She is my princess, my baby girl, our daughter.  

Forever.  

NEXT

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[dahliarosebud]

- Ft. Nanami, Suguru, Gojo, Toji

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: nsfw, smoking, mentions of blood

Synopsis: Relationship descriptions and how you met one another also tattoos and jewellery descriptions 😘

A/n: There is nothings canon about this, but it is based in the same time period and universe. Toji hcs are Toji x wife 

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Nanami

• He keeps you away from everyone else, he enjoys your relationship being private 

• He often fiddles with his tie in the morning, staring at himself in the mirror, “Here,” you said as you got out of bed standing in front of him, fixing his tie eyes watching the way your hands smoothed out his blazer jacket 

• Hates the fact that you’re friends with Gojo

• He takes the relationship slow at first only when you reach the first 4 months does he take you home with him

• You go on nights out with Gojo and his other work colleges, either you’re being helped home or he is

• He is affectionate in private, he isn’t into PDA, the furthest he would go is holding your hand

• He kisses your forehead, with a gentle hand holding the back of your head before pulling you in whispering a loving ‘goodbye’ as he leaves for work

• He is gentle in bed unless he is drunk, but sometimes you ask for something different 

• His pet names for you, ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’

• He first met you in a cafe - He strode in fixing his rolled up sleeves and smoothing his hair back down. He stood impatiently in the que eyes flicking to the watch on his wrist every so often, he took one step forward only to be pushed back slightly, his chest grew warm as coffee dripped  down the navy blue shirt.  “Oh my- I’m so sorry I should have been looking where I’m going,” you rushed scrubbing the stain with a napkin, face dark red in embarrassment. Hand stopping as you saw the raised hand next to your head indicating for you to stop, you looked up, standing up straighter, eyes meeting his, “It’s fine,” he sighed. “Well at least let me buy you you’re drink?” you said smiling once he nodded stiffly.

Suguru

• Obviously Suguru has gauges, but he would also have a tongue piercing

• His hands are always on your hips no matter where you go 

• When you walk past him his fingers catch you by the belt loops on your jeans as he tugs you into him, sighing in your ear before asking what you’re doing or where you are going

• You bot have smoke ‘breaks’ together 

• High school sweethearts, Gojo had introduced you

• Kind of toxic, mainly gaslighting and trying to convince you to stay with him after everything he has done and what you have done with him, but you can’t help but stay after all you’ve been through together and when he stares at you like that

• When you lie in bed together he is usually the first to fall asleep, head tucked into your neck as you read

• He knows where all your sweet spots are, memorised over the years, often he runs his hands up and down on the insides of your thighs before trailing kisses up them eyes flicking up to yours 

• Likes it when you pull on his hair

• Plays with your hair as you lay on his chest

• You shower together because there is no such thing as privacy with him

• His thumb drags over your cheek wiping the splattered blood away as your palm cups his face eyes drifting over his skin observing where the blood sprayed on him from the guy who lies on the floor behind you

• Pet names for you, ‘baby’, ‘beautiful’, ‘sweetheart’

• You guys met at Jujutsu High - You laughed at Gojo as he told you about what happened yesterday in training, “this is Suguru, my best friend,” he boisterously exclaimed as he tossed an arm over the tall boy next to him. The guy lazily waved to you not taking his eyes off of the ground. “I’ll be back in a second,” Gojo about screamed as he patted Suguru’s chest running off to the girl calling him over. You stood awkwardly watching the way he fumbled before pulling out out a pack of smokes. “Can I have one?” He looked towards you nodding after giving you a once over. You leant against the railing with him fingers out reached as you took the cigarette from him with a small thanks as you put it between your lips. Leaning forward to the flickering flame in front of your face. Inhaling as you turned slightly to look at his chiselled features, studying the way his yes closed as the  poison coursed through his body. You plucked the cig from your lips exhaling as you tipped your head back relishing in the way the sun beamed onto your skin, “I’m Y/n by the way”.

Gojo

• Gojo wears rings that line his nimble fingers, all silver and expensive when you go out

• He is protective and is borderline obsessed with you, he calls you during his breaks to check in on you when you’re on a mission

• Late at night  you are both laid on the sofa, legs tangled and his fingers gently scratch against your scalp and your back soothingly as he talks about his day with the kids he teaches, “and Yuuji he is,” he stopped looking down into your eyes, “what?” he chuckles. “You really love them,” you smiled gently. “Not as much as I love you,” he whispered as he leant forward pressing a kiss to the crown of your head

• He turns his infinity off when he sees you coming over to him so he can hold you whether it’s your hand or just you

• Takes you partying with his friends when you were younger - and now

• Loves to spoil you, you look at a dress to long it’s yours, jewellery, ‘lets get matching’

• His hand presses into the small of your back as he fucks you, and he leaves you littered in love bites

• Likes it when you scratch his back, and he’ll tell you how good you are with out fail

• Loves every inch of you the same, he doesn’t love a particular part more than any other, he thinks you’re breath taking the most gorgeous woman he has ever set his eyes on 

• You were childhood best friends, betrothed from birth because your clans wanted to strengthen their names and jujutsu

• He has never been shy, since the age of fifteen he began asking you to marry him

• He’ll hurt anyone who dared lay a finger on you

• Sobbed in your arms when Suguru died 

• Sets up little random dates, lit by orange candle light

• He fell first, but you fell harder

• He isn’t scared to show you off often taking you out with him and with the kids, who all wrinkle their noses as they watched their teacher whisper things into your ear as you giggle

• His biggest fear is losing you because he will inevitably lose himself

• Pet names for you, ‘wifey’, ‘princess’, ‘honey’

• You first met in his house when you were only children - Your head hung as you stared at the grey rug, which matched the cold empty house. Stumbling forward as you were pushed towards the young boy (who was just under a year older) stood in front of you. You were only twelve. Your father’s deep sigh whistled behind you before he walked off with Gojo’s father to speak of the arrangement. You jumped as big blue eyes met your own. “Hello,” he smiled. You lifted your head taking a step back staring shyly at the tall slender boy, “I’m Gojo Satoru.” He exclaimed hand out stretched for you to shake, you chewed the inside of your cheek moving forward again clasping your hand in his. “I’m Y/n L/n,” you spoke a tad louder than you intended pink flushing to your cheeks. He just laughed, “Come on I’ll show you around,” he shouted as he pulled you along with him.

Toji

• He has a tattoo sleeve and rings line his fingers, some chunkier than others

• He has and will kill for you 

• Tucks your hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss your cheek then leaves for work

• When you come home from work, you find him in his study where you stand beside the large chair he is sat on. You kiss his temple as he sighs through his nose hand gripping your hip as he pulls you down onto his lap

• Leaves love bites across your neck and collar bone, where he drags his finger across the fresh bruises liking the why your eyes flutter shut

• He also trails kisses up your thigh, nipping at the skin gently, finger prints bruising as he grips your waist, your own fingers tangled into his already messy black hair

• He shares his cigs with you, his hand reached towards his lips, fingers gently taking the cigarette from between them, smoke drifting from his mouth. His hand moved towards your mouth where you took the cig your lips enveloping the end

• Before he gets into bed he gingerly moves the hair from your face leaning forward to kiss your forehead

• He spoons you, a leg between yours arm heavy on your waist the other outstretched above your head, breathing synched

• Loves your thighs, his hand rests there while driving or watching a movie at home 

• Holds your hand as he carries baby Megumi with his other arm, whom is asleep chubby cheeks pressed to his dad’s shoulder

• Slaps your ass when he walks into the kitchen where you’re stood holding Gumi as you gently rock him while cooking breakfast, “Good morning,” he said hand running down his face, gruff morning voice like music to your ears

• His wedding ring hangs on a chain as he ‘works’ making sure no blood gets onto it

• His heart began to only beat for you, then you had Megumi and he had two reasons to live other than revenge on his clan

• Pet names for you, ‘baby’, ‘love’, ‘gorgeous’ 

• Fell in love with you when he was younger and was betrothed to your sister. You were fifteen and he was seventeen like your her

• He met you when coming to meet your sister, - “This is my son Toji Zenin,,” The tall stoic man said a firm hand pressed to his son’s shoulder. “This is my youngest daughter Y/n Fushiguro and my eldest S/n L/n,” my father said. I looked up at my step-mother’s face wincing at the way she cringed as she was reminded of the fact that I was the product of an affair. “I can not wait to join our clans,” my father bowed. I looked to my side, eyes catching the older boy’s who stood across from me, a smirk caught his lips, the fresh cut on his lip pulled up and eye catching.

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Okay here’s the thing, some of you are asking for the 2019 Aziracrow Cosplay Pics** in my inbox, and upon reflection how could we not. You’re gonna get so much more lore than you could’ve ever asked for or wanted,though. This is a long post, and I almost want to apologize for it. **Pre-HRT baby face pics ahead

For context, Damien and I have known each other since freshmen year of high school, 2012. In fact, we had like no classes together, and whenever one of us mentioned our nerd shit in class the first couple of days, kids kept telling us we HAD to meet each other. We finally met in a history class after they got transferred into it, and exchanged fandom memes back and forth after school on the sidewalk that day until our rides picked us up, and pretty much from then on freshmen year EVERYONE thought and asked if we were two little queer kids dating in our Catholic School.

And of course we weren’t— we just sat in each others’ laps a lot, or grabbed at each other a lot, and were a little inseparable for a while. Neither of us read anything into this. We were also, very importantly, cringey little 14-15 year old SuperWhoLock girlies, only I didn’t watch Supernatural, and they didn’t really watch Doctor Who, and we both thought Sherlock was pretty good. We supplemented our own love for our special little shows for the other. We were so inseparable that Damien’s 1-month-long-freshmen-boyfriend got them a Doctor Who gift for Valentine’s Day. The key to the Eleventh Doctor’s TARDIS. (My favorite, at the time, and also one that I knew they definitely sold at the comic book shop up the block.) They break up with him for giving them chocolates with nuts(allergy), and immediately give my little autistic ass the TARDIS key at lunch. Neither of us read anything into this. This is a common theme.

Damien, at some point, tells me to read a book they love, Good Omens. Due to my brain being the way it is, it takes about 3-4 business years, until college, to read Good Omens at their recommendation.

Damien is one of my best friends throughout high school and college. I also think it’s important to note that they were a jock, and I was a theatre kid. And the only time I convinced them to do something, a haunted house, with the drama club, to share a hobby maybe, they got hit in the head with a lightsaber by a 1st grader and needed stitches immediately after we started.

ANYWAYS.

I get Damien into cosplay a year or so later- 2013? 2014?

But it also takes us years to cosplay together- we would help with each others’ cosplays a lot. By that I mean I built a bunch of their props and they helped by getting the supplies with me and generally just hanging out. It takes us until 2019 to cosplay together.

Good Omens is out on Amazon Prime.

We text each other.

“Do you want to do a couple’s cosplay of this?

Yes, yes of course I do.

And yes, of course you’re Crowley, and of course I’m Aziraphale. And of course I’m Crowley, and of course you’re Aziraphale.”

Pretty much every week that summer, we built our wings from scratch, from wire and masking tape and ethically sourced goose and duck feathers and mall Chinese food. We go out and plan and shop for our gay little outfits. We sit and talk in their car, in my driveway, for ages every time, every night.

Another fun fact: this was the same convention that I painstakingly painted their tits blue for. And also painstakingly helped them wash blue off of in the shower, drunk, later that night. Unrelated, Aziraphale was the first cosplay I felt comfortable in.

Another fun fact: while getting ready for the photo shoot we booked that morning, my family dog scared my cat Almondmilk, and he peed all over my Aziraphale cosplay, and I yelled a bit. Our photographer rescheduled, blessedly, and a few hours later our photographer was asking how we wanted to stage the kiss, since of COURSE there had to be a kiss, but instead we sort of just—

“We’re really good friends— We’ve known each other since high school— We’ve already seen so much of each other this is no big deal— Do you need another shot?”

“Uh-huh,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “I think maybe one more, if we’re comfortable with—“

“Oh yeah, no problem at all-“

“Uh-huh, Yeah,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “Tilt your head up more.”

Not many couples can say they somehow managed to get their first kiss documented and edited in HD.

Damien got nauseous at the last day of the con, and the only thing we had to help were these honey sticks from a tea shop booth. They couldn’t open the little sticks themself, with their fangs in, so I took them and ripped them open with my teeth to give to them. Completely, totally unrelated, though, I think this was the summer I began to realize, perhaps realize once more, that I was so absolutely done for for Damien.

Anyways all of that went SO well, that we were planning every Ineffable Husbands cosplay we could. Somehow, our most logical next choice was a fun and very quick, messy little boudoir photo shoot in my college dorm room, while they were visiting me 3+ hours away from their school.

Down so bad you lovingly pack wigs to go to college with so that you can have your best friend sit in your lap for your little ship.

We did that as Just Good Friends, literally in front of an old friend who took the photos and helped us stage the poses a bit.

We went to sleep that night in that bed. It was big enough to fit 3, maybe even 4 people if you were in a pinch. The bed was not treated like it was that big. (Note, we now sleep on a full sized bed, and it’s suddenly too small.)

And we talked for a while and we went to bed and all I could think about was how much I loved them no matter the sense of the word. And how many nights we sat talking in your car in my driveway for way too long, wondering if I should ask if I could kiss you. (A quick pronoun change, because I know you’re reading this.)

And

Nothing

Came

Of

This

For

LIKE

FOUr

MORE

YEARS.

Just good friends. Just good, good friends.

And that’s how Good Omens helped me realize, in retrospect of 2019, how in love I was with my Crowley best friend.