#if it's any consolation the same thing happens to me as well
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN ââ Swimming in Sin
â â pairing: hopkins!paige x oc (dani callan)
â â word count: 6.6K
â â warnings: homophobia, religious themes, mentions of conversation therapy, emotional & physical abuse (itâs not much but if youâre uncomfortable reading it, donât)
â â links: my masterlist, take me to church masterlist
â â authorâs note: imma just leave this here
ITâS MONDAY now, and Dani sits in the passenger seat of Paigeâs car, the engine off but the faint hum of life around them in the parking lot loud enough to feel present. Students mill about the edges of the lot, but the two of them are hidden away in Paigeâs old car. The smell of Paigeâs half-eaten sandwich lingers between them, mingling with the faint scent of Daniâs lavender hand lotion.
Paige slouches dramatically in the driverâs seat, her legs stretched out so far her sneakered feet almost hit the pedals. Her sandwich sits abandoned in her lap, crumbs dotting the fabric of her sweatpants, and her face is twisted into a scowl.
âI mean, two and a half weeks,â Paige groans, leaning her head back against the seat. âItâs so dumb. No leaving the house, no seeing any of my friends, no hanging out with you. What am I, bro, twelve?â
Dani picks at the edges of the granola bar in her hand, peeling back the wrapper bit by bit. She keeps her voice light as she says, âWhatâd you think was gonna happen? He just lets you off the hook? You threw a party, Paigeâand never even tried to get permission. And you were completely wasted.â
Paige rolls her eyes so hard Dani thinks she might actually sprain something. âItâs not like I killed someone,â she mutters. âAnd itâs not like I wasnât gonna clean up after. Besides, you were there to take care of me. He shouldâve been thanking you, not grounding me.â
Dani shakes her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite herself. âI donât think thatâs how he sees it.â
âWell, heâs being dramatic,â Paige insists, sitting up now, her hands gesturing wildly as she speaks. âTwo and a half weeks of this? How am I supposed to not hang out with you for that long? I get separation anxiety!â
Dani shrugs, fighting a smile at the last sentence, though the thought tugs at her too. Sheâs upset about it, of course she is, but sheâd seen this coming. In fact, sheâd half-expected Bob to ban her from their house altogether after Saturday. Two weeks of grounding, in the grand scheme of things, doesnât seem so bad.
âYouâll survive,â Dani says, trying to sound casual even though she knows Paige wonât let it drop that easily. âBesides, itâs only two weeks. And we can still hang out at lunch and in Lit every day. And we can FaceTime whenever you want.â
Paige groans dramatically, as if the suggestion alone is an insult. âBut itâs not the same,â she whines, slumping back against the seat again. âI canât cuddle you over FaceTime, Dani. Or kiss you.â She leans over suddenly, draping herself across the center console so that her head lands against Daniâs shoulder. Dani stiffens for a moment, glancing out the window to make sure no oneâs looking, before relaxing.
âItâs not the same,â Paige repeats, her voice muffled against Daniâs jacket.
Dani sighs, tilting her head down to rest her cheek against the top of Paigeâs head. She feels the familiar weight of her girlfriend pressing against her, grounding her, even as Paige continues to pout. âI know itâs not the same,â Dani says softly.
She shifts, her free hand moving to tilt Paigeâs face up toward hers. Paigeâs blue eyes, always so clear and striking, look impossiblyâand dramaticallyâsad now, and it tugs at something deep in Daniâs chest. She leans in, pressing a light kiss to Paigeâs lips. Itâs quick, barely more than a brush, but itâs enough to feel the way Paige melts against her.
When Dani pulls back, Paige lets out a little whine, her lips still parted as though sheâs waiting for more. Dani grins despite herself, resting her forehead against Paigeâs for a moment. âOnly two weeks,â she murmurs.
âTwo weeks too long,â Paige mutters, her eyes closing as she leans into Daniâs touch.
Dani chuckles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Paigeâs face. âYouâll survive,â she repeats, though this time it feels more like a promise than a statement.
THE DRIVEWAY is quiet as Dani parks, the hum of the engine cutting off abruptly and leaving her in stillness. She exhales, her breath visible in the icy Minnesota night air, and slouches forward for a moment, forehead pressed against the steering wheel. The gymnastics meet had been a long oneânearly three hours of standing, crouching, and angling for the perfect shots. Her back aches, her legs are sore, and all she wants is to crawl into bed and disappear under her blankets.
But thereâs homework waiting, a mountain of it sheâs been putting off. AP Calculus, a Lit essay, and some editing work for the yearbook photos sheâd taken tonight. Dani groans quietly to herself, leaning back in her seat before finally mustering the energy to grab her photography bag from the passenger seat.
The cold hits her immediately as she steps out of the car, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through her sweatshirt and sinking into her skin. She hurries up the walkway, her sneakers crunching against the thin layer of frost on the ground. Her fingers fumble with the keys, and sheâs relieved when the door finally swings open, the familiar warmth of home enveloping her.
Dani kicks off her shoes, letting them fall in a heap by the door, and shrugs off her coat, tossing it onto the rack. Her keys find their place on the hook by the wall, and she drops her photography bag by the entryway, too tired to care about putting it away properly. Her stomach grumbles softly as she pads toward the kitchen, craving something quick and easy before she tackles the rest of her night.
But the second she steps into the kitchen, she freezes.
Her dad is sitting at the table, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes already locked on hers.
The look he gives her is unyielding, sharp enough to cut through the fog of her exhaustion. His mouth is set in a firm line, his jaw tight, and thereâs a weight to his gaze that makes Daniâs stomach twist.
She knows.
She immediately knows.
She doesnât need him to say anything. She doesnât need an explanation. She can feel it in the air between them, heavy and suffocating.
He knows about her and Paige.
Daniâs body goes cold. Itâs not just the March air still clinging to her from outside, nor the exhaustion weighing her limbs from the long day. This is something else entirelyâsomething that feels like dread pooling in the pit of her stomach, clawing its way up her throat.
She forces herself to meet her dadâs eyes, but itâs like staring into a stormâchaos barely contained behind the sharp lines of his face, his clenched jaw, his rigid posture. Heâs keeping his tone measured, his voice low, but somehow that makes it worse. Scarier, almost, than if he were yelling at her.
When he gestures to the chair across from him and says, âI think we should have a talk,â her legs nearly buckle.
Her hands are trembling as she pulls out the chair and sinks into it. She sits on the edge of the seat, stiff and awkward, her fingers finding their way to the edge of the table to anchor herself. It doesnât feel real. It canât be real. This isnât happeningânot here, not now. But the look on his face tells her otherwise.
It feels like an out-of-body experience, that the thing sheâs feared the worst over the past few months is finally coming true.
âI was talking to Beauâs father earlier today,â Daniâs father begins, his voice cool and detached. âYou knowâyour apparent boyfriend.â
The way he spits the word out makes Dani flinch, her nails digging into the underside of the table. Her heart pounds so loudly sheâs sure he can hear it. She doesnât know what to say, so she says nothing.
âI hadnât gotten the chance to talk to him since the fall,â he continues. âYou know, since he switched companies and we no longer worked together. But today, he told me some very⊠interesting things.â
His eyes are sharp as they pin her in place, his words deliberate. âDo you want to know what they are?â
Dani canât respond. Her throat is dry, her chest tight, and the room feels like itâs closing in on her. She can only stare at the table, her fingers now nervously picking at her nails beneath it.
When she doesnât answer, he presses, his voice dropping to something sharper. âExcept, I think you already know what they are, Danielle. So, do you want to tell me yourself?â
Daniâs breath catches. Every instinct tells her to run, to get up and leave before this gets worse, but her body is frozen, glued to the chair. Her father is watching her so intently, waiting for her to break, and she doesnât know how much longer she can hold it together.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she swallows the lump in her throat and forces herself to speak. Her voice is small, barely audible. âBeau and I broke up.â
The admission feels like a death sentence, but she canât take it back now.
Her dadâs laugh is cold, devoid of any humor, and it makes her stomach churn. âYeah, you did,â he says, his tone dripping with disdain. âIn November, apparently. Over four fucking months ago, Danielle!â
He slams his fist against the table, the sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot. Dani jumps, her pulse skyrocketing, and the first sting of tears pricks at her eyes.
âI justâŠâ she begins, her voice breaking, âI didnât want to disappoint you.â
âDisappoint me?â he repeats, his laughter sharper this time, almost unhinged. âOh, we havenât even scratched the surface on that.â
Dani canât bring herself to look at him anymore. She stares at her lap, blinking back tears, wishing she could disappear.
âYou want to know the most interesting thing Mr. Hudson told me today?â he says, his voice cutting through the silence.
Dani doesnât answer, but he doesnât seem to care.
âHe told me that Beau said you broke up with him for a girl.â
The words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. He lets them settle, lets them twist like a knife in her chest before he repeats himself, his voice dripping with disgust.
âA girl.â
Paige.
Daniâs lungs constrict as her dadâs words pile onto her like stones, each one heavier than the last. Her heart pounds so loudly in her ears she can barely hear him, but the venom in his voice is unmistakable.
âI didnât want to believe him. Not even a little bit,â he says, his voice trembling now, teetering on the edge of something raw. He shakes his head, as if trying to erase the very idea from his mind. âI couldnât help but think to myself that no, my little girl wouldnât do thisânot again. I thought youâd learned your lesson, gotten past these types of things.â
Her stomach twists violently at the phrase these types of things, a wave of shame and dread crashing over her. She canât meet his eyes anymore. She focuses on a crack in the table, blinking furiously to keep her vision clear. But it doesnât work. A tear slips down her cheek, then another. She wipes at them quickly, desperate to hide any sign of weakness.
âI thought that maybe the Hudson boy made this up,â he continues, his tone brittle, almost pleading. âTo save face, you know? To make himself feel better about the breakup. I refused to believe it because Iâve been so proud of you, Danielle. So proud of all the progress youâve made.â
His voice breaks on the last word, and itâs like a knife twisting in her gut. She feels the weight of his disappointment like an iron shackle around her neck, dragging her down.
And then he drops the pretense of restraint entirely. âBut I came home,â he says, his voice growing sharper, harder. âI needed to figure it out for myself. So I went up to your bedroom and looked around. And sure enough, Beau Hudson was telling the truth. You did leave him for a girl. The same girl you nearly ruined your life for last summer!â
Daniâs breath hitches, panic clawing at her chest as he pulls items off the chair beside him, tossing them onto the table like damning evidence in a courtroom.
A Hopkins basketball sweatshirt. Paigeâs sweatshirt. He mustâve found it in her closet.
The printed photo from last weekâs state championship, where Paigeâs mom had insisted on taking a picture of the two of them. In it, Dani and Paige are standing close, too close, their smiles wide and happy, the kind that only come from people who are comfortable in each otherâs orbit. Their shoulders are pressed together, and Paigeâs hand is wrapped around Daniâs waist.
A folded note with the initials PB scribbled on the front, the one Paige had slipped into her photography bag last week after practice.
More things follow: a pressed flower Paige had given her after a walk in the park, a ticket stub from the movie theyâd gone to see together last month, a journal entry about Paige that Dani had foolishly writtenâher father mustâve ripped the page from the notebook. Itâs all so mundane, these little artifacts of their relationship, but to her dad, theyâre something else entirely.
All the air seems to leave Daniâs body as she stares at the pile. Thereâs no way out of this. None. Heâs found everything.
Her dad begins pacing, his hand dragging down his face as his breathing grows heavier. His movements are frantic now, like heâs trying to physically outrun his own fury. He seems to be losing himself, his voice starting to rise, too.
âI thought we were past all of this!â he shouts, octaves echoing off the walls. âI thought youâd learned! I thought youâd grown! But here we are, right back at square one, and youâre still the same little sinner, getting caught up in all this gay bullshit again. Itâs disgusting, Danielle.â
The words hit her like a slap to the face. She feels her cheeks burn, but itâs not from anger. Itâs from humiliation, from the sheer weight of hearing him say the words out loud, like her existence is something filthy, something shameful.
Her breathing quickens, shallow and erratic, as he barrels on.
âI sent you to camp!â he yells, gesturing wildly as if the memory of it alone should be enough to set her straight. Truthfully, it might. âThey told me they fixed you. They told me you got better, that you understood the weight of your actions, the power of God.â He pauses, running both hands through his hair, his eyes wide and wild. âI mean, Jesus Christ, Dani, Iâm really gonna have to send you back there. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is for you? That youâre gonna have to be sent back for a round two because you couldnât get it through your thick fucking skull the first time?â
âNo,â Dani whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pulse roaring in her ears.
Her dad doesnât hear herâor doesnât care.
âI sacrificed so much to send you there!â he continues, his voice rising again. âAnd for what? For you to come back and make a mockery of this family all over again?â
âPlease, no,â Dani says again, louder this time, but her voice wavers and cracks.
She can feel herself spiraling. Her hands shake uncontrollably as she grips the edge of the chair, her knuckles white. She canât go back to camp. She canât.
The memory of it flashes in her mindâcold, sterile rooms; endless hours of lectures about sin and shame; the suffocating, unrelenting pressure to repent for something she doesnât even think is wrong. The thought of being trapped there again, of losing herself completely this time, is unbearable.
Dani feels herself sinking, her fatherâs tirade muffling into a dull roar as the panic grips her fully. Her breaths are shallow, too quick, and the edges of her vision start to darken. She clutches at the back of the chair, trying to steady herself, but the weight of his words is unbearable.
Not again. I canât go back.
But his voice cuts through her spiraling thoughts like a blade. âDo you hear me, Danielle?â he shouts, slamming a hand onto the counter. âYouâre going back. I donât care what it takes. You need to fucking learn the severity of the sins youâve been swimming in! Iâll send you on the next flight if I have to!â
The words snap something in her, a thread pulled too tight finally breaking. Her mind drags her back, unwillingly, to that first day at camp.
JUNE 2019
The air inside Mrs. Keatingâs office is thick and stifling, a mix of lavender and cleaning solution that seems calculated to force calm. Dani sits in the chair across from her assigned counselor, her shoulders curled inward and her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She doesnât meet Mrs. Keatingâs eyes, instead keeping her gaze fixed on the wall behind her.
Mrs. Keating looks calm, unnervingly so. Sheâs an older woman, her hair pinned back into a severe bun, her glasses perched neatly on her nose. Thereâs nothing about her that invites warmth or softness.
Sheâs quiet for a moment, studying Dani like sheâs some kind of puzzle to be solved. âDo you know why youâre here, Danielle?â she asks finally, her voice calm and deliberate.
Dani shrugs, her movements small and tense. âNot sure,â she says, her tone clipped.
Mrs. Keating tilts her head slightly, like sheâs trying to peer inside Daniâs mind. âYouâre here because your actions have led you down a path of sin. A path that separates you from your family, from your faith, and from God.â
The words sit heavily in the room, and Dani shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Her pulse is steady but loud in her ears, and she can feel the way her body tightens at the mention of God. Itâs always God with them. Like Heâs some weapon to wield against her, not some presence sheâs ever known to feel safe or loved by.
âI havenât done anything wrong,â Dani says after a long pause. Her voice is soft, almost apologetic, but thereâs a firmness beneath it.
Mrs. Keating nods slowly, as though she expected the answer. âYou believe that because the enemyâthe Devilâhas planted lies in your heart, Danielle. Lies that make what youâve done feel natural, even good. But deep down, you know that itâs not. Thatâs why you feel guilt, isnât it?â
Dani swallows hard. She doesnât feel guiltânot about Paige, anyway. Thereâs guilt about other things, sure. About being sent here. About what itâs doing to her dad, about how sheâs made everything so messy and complicated. But not about Paige.
Still, the way Mrs. Keating speaks gets under her skin. Itâs calm, calculated. Like sheâs dissecting Dani piece by piece and cataloging her flaws for some case study. Dani hates it. It makes her feel small. Exposed.
âI donât feel guilty,â Dani says, but the words come out quieter than she intended. Sheâs not sure she even believes them.
âOf course you do,â Mrs. Keating counters smoothly, leaning forward slightly. âIf you didnât, you wouldnât be here. Your father wouldnât have sent you.â
That makes Dani flinch. Her father. The sharp sting of his disappointment still weighs heavily on her chest, pressing down in a way she canât escape. His face when heâd told her she was going to camp had been full of anger, yes, but there had been something worse beneath itâsomething that looked like shame.
He hadnât even looked at her when he dropped her off.
âI donât want to talk about this,â Dani mutters, her voice barely above a whisper.
âWeâre going to talk about it, Danielle,â Mrs. Keating says, her tone firm but still devoid of emotion. âBecause this is the first step. You have to face the reality of your actions if youâre ever going to heal.â
Daniâs hands tighten in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. âThereâs nothing to heal from,â she says, more forcefully this time before repeating, âI didnât do anything wrong.â
Mrs. Keating doesnât respond immediately. Instead, she sits back in her chair, her sharp eyes fixed on Dani like sheâs waiting for something. Dani shifts under the weight of her gaze, but she doesnât break the silence.
Finally, Mrs. Keating speaks. âTell me about the girl.â
Daniâs chest tightens. She doesnât look up.
âThe one your father mentioned,â Mrs. Keating presses. âThe one who led you astray.â
âShe didnât lead me astray,â Dani protests quickly, the words tumbling out before she can stop them.
Mrs. Keating doesnât react to the outburst. âSo you do feel something for her, then.â
Dani freezes, her stomach twisting into knots. She doesnât know how to navigate this, doesnât know what answer wonât be used against her later.
After a moment, she settles for, âThereâs nothing wrong with me. Nothing. Paige isnât wrong. What we had isnât wrong.â Her tone is slightly more argumentative, more confrontational than usual. But sheâs been sent to this unfamiliar, scary fucking place so she supposes she has a right to.
âWhat you had,â Mrs. Keating repeats, leaning forward slightly. âYou speak as though itâs in the past. Is that because you already know it cannot last? That it is not sustainable?â
Daniâs jaw tightens, her teeth grinding together. She doesnât say anything, doesnât trust herself to speak without snapping. She can feel her nails biting into her skin, but the sharp pain is grounding. It keeps her from falling apart completely.
Mrs. Keating takes the silence as an opening. âThis is a safe space, Danielle. You can be honest here. Talk to me.â
Dani doesnât talk to her. She doesnât talk at all. She looks away, her gaze zeroing in on a jagged pattern on the wood flooring, eyes wide and unblinking. Her eyes burn, but she wonât let Keating see her cry. She wonât give her that satisfaction. She refuses.
Eventually, Mrs. Keating stands, the movement slow and deliberate. She walks around the desk and stops in front of Dani, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Dani stiffens at the contact, trying to shrug the hand off, but Mrs. Keatingâs grip is firm. It doesnât hurt, not quite, but it feels invasive.
âYou have a lot to learn here, Danielle Callan,â Mrs. Keating says quietly, her voice unshakable. âBut thatâs why youâre here. To learn. And you will.â
THE MEMORY lingers in Daniâs mind like a weight she canât shake, thick and suffocating. Mrs. Keatingâs calm voice echoes in her head, the grip on her shoulder a phantom pressure she swears she can still feel. She shakes her head slightly, trying to dislodge the thought, but it refuses to leave.
She canât do it.
She canât do it again.
Her dadâs voice cuts through her thoughts, sharp and furious. Heâs been yelling for what feels like forever, pacing the length of the living room with heavy, deliberate steps. Every word he spits out feels like a lash against her skin, each syllable steeped in anger, in disbelief, in the kind of disappointment that makes Dani feel impossibly small.
âHow could you do this to us again?â he barks, throwing his arms up. âAfter everything we went through, after everything you went throughâthis is how you repay us? By⊠by flaunting it like this? You didnât even try to hide it this time, Danielle!â
Dani winces at his words, each one sinking into her chest like a stone. She stays seated on the hard chair, her hands balling into fists on her thighs. Her fingernails bite into her palms, the sharp sting grounding her, keeping her from unraveling completely.
He stops pacing suddenly, turning to face her with his hands on his hips. His eyes burn with conviction, his expression a mixture of frustration and bewilderment. âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â he demands.
Daniâs breath catches in her throat. She canât hold his gaze for long, canât stand the way heâs looking at her, like sheâs some broken thing he canât figure out how to fix. Her eyes drop to her lap, and she shifts uncomfortably in the chair.
Her throat feels tight, her eyes burning with the threat of tears she refuses to let fall. She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. âI donâtâIâŠâ she starts, trying to force the words out. âI canât be fixed, Dad. This isnât something thatâs fixable.â
The silence that follows is heavy, almost unbearable. She risks a glance at him, but his face is unreadable now, his mouth a firm line, his eyes locked on her.
So she keeps going, her voice trembling but steady enough to push through. âI didnât choose to like other girlsâlike Paigeâlike that. It just⊠happened. I was born like this. Iâve had these thoughts since I was little. I canât be fixed, canât be changed. Theâthe âgayâ stuff youâre talking about canât just be prayed away.â
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, Dani thinks maybe, just maybe, heâs heard her. But then he straightens, his expression hardening, and he shakes his head. âYou didnât try hard enough,â he says firmly, his voice like steel. âYou werenât at camp long enough.â
The words ignite something in Dani, something sharp and bitter and raw. Her head snaps up, and for the first time, she meets his gaze head-on, her eyes flashing. Her voice is louder now, trembling with emotion she canât contain.
âI did try!â she says, standing up as the chair scrapes against the wooden floor. âI tried so hard! I didnât talk to Paige for months; I completely pushed her away. I dated Beau like you wanted me to. I did everything that was supposed to be right! And I was miserable for every second of it!â
Her voice cracks, and she feels the tears spill over now, hot and relentless. She swipes at them angrily but keeps going, because she has to. Because if she doesnât, she might never say it again.
âI wasnât happy that way!â she cries, her voice breaking with the weight of it all. âCanât you just let me be happy, Dad?â
The tears come harder now, blurring her vision as she stares at him, her chest heaving with every breath. Sheâs willing him to understand, willing him to hear her, because all she wantsâall she wantsâis to be happy.
But the silence stretches on, suffocating, and Daniâs heart feels like itâs breaking all over again.
Daniâs dad stares at her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as if heâs physically restraining himself from exploding again. His gaze feels like itâs drilling into her, searching for something, as if the right words might pull her back into the version of herself heâs convinced sheâs lost.
Dani meets his eyes, even though everything in her screams to look away. Theyâre both standing now, face to face, close enough that she can see the tight lines of his jaw, the furrow between his brows that only deepens the longer he looks at her.
For a moment, she thinks maybe heâs going to soften, maybe heâll finally hear her. But then his face hardens all over again, and his voice comes out sharp, slicing through the fragile silence.
âThis is a sin,â he snaps, the words like venom on his tongue. âYou think you know better than God? You think this is how He made you?â He throws up his hands, his voice rising with every word. âNo, Danielle, you were not born this way. You were fine until⊠until her.â
Daniâs stomach drops. She doesnât have to ask who he means.
He doesnât stop. âItâs that Bueckers girl! She did this to youâsheâs the one who ruined you!â
âNo, she wasnât!â Dani yells, her voice breaking halfway through. Her hands shake at her sides as she takes a step closer, her eyes wide and pleading. âDad, no! Everything she did, I did too! There was no⊠no influence, no manipulation! Iâm telling you, this isnât something you or anyone else can fix!â
But heâs already shaking his head furiously, his expression twisting into something cruel. âIt can be fixed!â he shouts back, his voice booming in the small space. âI refuse to watch you go to hell over this! I refuse, do you hear me? Youâre gonna go back to that camp, and theyâre gonna help you, and youâre gonna stay long enough this time to be saved, I swear it!â
Dani feels like the floor is falling out from under her. âIâm not going back there!â she protests, her voice cracking with desperation. She thinks her nails might be digging so harsh into her that itâll draw blood. She doesnât care.
âOh, yes, you will!â he yells back, his eyes flashing with a fire sheâs never seen before.
âYou canât make me!â she throws back, her voice raw.
For all his negative words directed at her, all the screaming and yelling, all the accusationsâthereâs always been something thatâs held him back from ever going past using his words. Heâs never dared lay a hand on his daughter. But whatever that something was that stopped him has clearly been thrown out the window.
Itâs so fast she almost doesnât process it. His hand comes down, hard, across her face. The sound of the slap reverberates in the room, sharp and deafening, cutting through the air like a whip.
Her head jerks to the side from the force of it, her cheek immediately stinging, a fiery burn spreading across her skin. For a second, she canât breathe, canât think, canât do anything but stand there, frozen.
Her hand comes up slowly, almost instinctively, to press against the spot where he struck her. Her palm is shaking as it touches her face, as if to confirm the reality of what just happened.
She stares at him, wide-eyed, her vision blurring with tears she refuses to let fall. Thereâs something unfamiliar in his eyes now, a look sheâs never seen before, and it chills her to her core.
Disbelief crashes over her like a wave, drowning out everything else. She doesnât move, doesnât speak, just stands there, her heart pounding in her ears, the sting on her cheek the only thing grounding her in the moment.
For a moment, Dani stands frozen, her mind struggling to catch up with her body. Her breath is shallow and ragged, her chest heaving like sheâs run a marathon. Some people freeze in fear, others run. Fight or flightâitâs instinctual. And Dani has always been the kind to freeze up.
But the fear in her now is different, deeper, and it sinks into her chest like a weight she canât dislodge. Itâs not the kind of fear that paralyzesâitâs the kind that propels. She canât stay here. Not with him like this. Not when she doesnât know what heâll do next.
Her gaze darts to the table, where her phone lies just within reach, and she finally forces her limbs into action. Her hand trembles as she lunges for it, but before her fingers can graze the sleek surface, her dadâs hand intercepts her.
âDadâwaitââ
Her words barely leave her mouth before he wrenches the phone away. She watches, helpless, as he hurls it across the kitchen with a furious motion. The phone hits the tile floor with a sickening crack, the sound cutting through her like a blade. Bits of glass scatter, catching the light, and the air feels heavier, oppressive, as if the walls themselves are closing in.
Dani lets out a strangled sob, the sound escaping her throat without permission. She takes a step back, and then another, her hands coming up instinctively to shield herself. Her back bumps against the edge of the counter, and she feels trapped, like an animal cornered by its predator.
Her fatherâs voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding. âDo you hear me, Danielle?â
His tone isnât loud anymore, but itâs worse that way. The quiet intensity of it crawls under her skin and wraps around her chest like a vice. She canât look at him. Sheâs too scared of what she might see. Instead, her eyes dart toward the shattered remnants of her phone, then back to the floor, her body trembling.
âDad, please,â she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her throat feels raw, her words choked by the tears sheâs holding back. âYouâre scaring me. Please, justâjust stop.â
But he doesnât stop. He moves closer, his footsteps deliberate, until heâs towering over her. Dani flinches as his hands reach out, but he doesnât hit her again. Instead, his fingers clamp down on her shoulders, firm and unyielding.
âYouâre going back tomorrow,â he says, his face mere inches from hers. His voice is calm now, too calm, but every syllable lands like a blow. âYouâre going back. And youâre staying there until they fix you.â
Dani tries to shake her head, tries to move away from his grip, but he holds her in place. Her tears spill freely now, hot trails streaking down her cheeks.
âI canât,â she chokes out, her voice cracking. âI canât go back there. You donât understand. I canât do it again.â
âYou donât have a choice,â he snaps, his grip tightening. âGo upstairs. Pack your things.â
His words slam into her like a physical force, and she feels herself crumbling beneath the weight of them. Sheâs trembling, her knees weak, but she doesnât move.
âDad, Iââ
âNo.â His voice is steel. âDo you hear me, Danielle? Do what I said. Now.â
The intensity in his eyes pierces through her, and for a moment, all she can do is stare back at him, tears blurring her vision. She feels so small, so powerless, her body shrinking under the weight of his anger. The room is suffocating, the air thick and unrelenting.
When she finally finds her voice again, it comes out soft and broken. âI donât want to go back.â
Her father doesnât answer. He just stares at her, his expression set, his hands still gripping her shoulders as if holding her in place. The silence stretches between them, heavy and unyielding, and Dani feels herself breaking under it.
Dani doesnât think; she just moves. Her fatherâs grip isnât as strong as his words, and she twists out of it with a force she didnât know she had. Her pulse pounds in her ears as she spots the keys hanging on the small hook by the door. Theyâre so closeâjust a couple of feet away.
She can make it. She has to make it.
Her body acts before her mind can catch up, surging forward. Her dadâs hands grab at her, but she slips free, adrenaline pushing her faster than his reaction time. Her fingers curl around the cool metal of her car keys, and she yanks the front door open in one motion. The air outside is cold and sharp, but she barely notices as she sprints out onto the porch and down the driveway, her socks sliding slightly on the concrete.
âDani!â her fatherâs voice bellows behind her, furious and disbelieving.
She doesnât stop. She canât. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and the ache in her chest is overwhelming, but her body doesnât let her pause. The car is right there.
She reaches it just as he does, her hands fumbling to open the door. Her fatherâs voice is louder now, closer, almost on top of her. âDanielle! Stop this right now!â
But she doesnât stop. She slides into the driverâs seat, slams the door shut, and locks it in one fluid motion. Her hands are shaking so violently she can barely grip the steering wheel, but she manages to press the ignition button.
Her dad is at the window now, his face red and furious, his voice muffled but still terrifyingly clear through the glass. âThis is my car!â he yells, banging on the window. âI pay for it! Get out right now!â
Dani canât look at him. She keeps her eyes straight ahead, her vision blurred with tears. Her whole body is trembling, her hands slipping on the wheel as she shifts into reverse.
âDanielle!â His fist slams against the glass again, making her jump, but she doesnât let it stop her.
The car jerks as she pulls out of the driveway too fast, the tires screeching slightly against the pavement. She doesnât care. Her dadâs voice fades into the background as she speeds down the street, her hands gripping the wheel so tightly her knuckles turn white.
She doesnât look back. Not at him, not at the house, not at the neighborhood sheâs known her entire life.
Her chest feels like itâs caving in, her breath coming in shallow bursts. Sheâs crying so hard she can barely see, her tears mixing with the streaks of rain on the windshield. Everything feels blurry, distorted, like sheâs underwater and the world is pressing in on all sides.
Her mind races as fast as the car. The words he said replay over and over, looping endlessly until they feel burned into her brain. Youâre going back. You need to be fixed. I refuse to watch you go to hell.
Her dadâs voice has always been loud, always sharp, but this⊠this was different. Because for the first time in her life, Dani was scared of him. Truly, bone-deep scared. Not just of what he might have said to her, but what he might have done to her.
The thought of going back to camp makes her stomach churn violently. She can still hear the echo of Mrs. Keatingâs voice in her head, those sickly sweet tones that masked something far darker. She can feel the weight of the prayers, the way they crushed her under their expectations, as if forcing her into a mold she could never fit.
I canât go back there, she thinks, the words looping through her head like a desperate mantra. I canât. I canât. I canât.
Her fingers tighten on the wheel, and she forces herself to focus on the road in front of her, though she has no idea where sheâs going. The streets blur together, familiar landmarks passing by unnoticed. In the back of her mind, she knows she should have a plan, but right now, all she can do is drive.
In an ideal world, sheâd go to Paigeâs. Paige would know what to do. Paige always knows what to do. But Dani canât. Paigeâs house is too close, just one door down. Her dad wouldâve followed her there in a heartbeat, and Paige is already in trouble enough as it is.
She lets out a shaky sob, her shoulders heaving as she turns onto a random street. The car feels too big and too small all at once, the silence inside it deafening. Sheâs not even sure how far sheâs gone, but it doesnât matter. The tears donât stop.
Her hands are shaking so badly that she has to pull over, the car screeching to a halt on the side of a dimly lit road. She sits there, gripping the wheel as though itâs the only thing tethering her to reality, her body trembling with the force of her sobs.
Dani feels lostânowhere to go, nothing in front of her.
#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#hopkins p fic#take me to church#paige bueckers fic#uconn huskies#wbb#wcbb#uconn#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers fluff#paige bueckers smut#wlw#lgbtq#wcbb x reader
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Things I would've liked to see in Arcane S2, in no particular order:
Caitlyn doing some more heinous shit after becoming dictator. Let her be evil, damnit! Let her fuck up the Firelights' sanctuary to achieve whatever goal! Make some people mad!
More of a sense of the power struggle between Ambessa and Caitlyn. Let Caitlyn look into the disappearances as well, or at least give us a sense of what she thinks is going on. Maybe give Shoola something to do after even Salo left. Make the upper class of Piltover feel more alive.
Give Caitlyn the initiative in her turn away from Ambessa, mirror Vi choosing to trust Jinx while facing to Warwick here, and have it take a little more to get them on the same page.
Let Ekko and Jinx actually rally Zaun in the final act. The way they're seen by their people was a pretty big deal, and I would've liked to see that go somewhere in the climax.
Actually, have Zaun actually discuss what to do in the Noxus/Piltover war. Both sides oppressed Zaun pretty badly, so maybe there's some people who want to support Noxus (a very small group), or who figure they're happy to let their enemies fight it out. Let Sevika, Scar and the Jinxers about this.
Hell, let Sevika show up at all after episode 4! Isha was important to her too! Have her and Jinx suggest building a statue for her, like Silco did for Vander, as another notch to help Jinx stand upright.
When Jayce and Mel come back, have them reckon with what Caitlyn did to their city, and have them take some time to forge the place back together.
Let Zaun negotiate with Piltover for their aid! Give them more than just one seat on the council amongst people who already look down on them (although I think Sevika is canny enough to get the most out of it, it's a real consolation price for a group of people willing to abandon their own homies to rally to the defense of yours), and make Ekko a prominent voice here.
Warwick in episode 9 didn't really do much for me. Any of the emotional beats there were already covered in episode 6. Not sure what to do with him instead, though. Maybe make Vi and Jinx protect others from him more explicitly?
By emphasising the Piltover/Zaun conflict more, you can have Vi be more conflicted about where she falls on that divide.
Ambessa also lobbies to get Zaun on board, maybe pulls some Renni shenanigans again. Actually get me invested in that grand climax.
Same goes for Viktor, honestly. Maybe give his conversation with Mel and Jayce a bit more weight. His turn to Ambessa and Singed's side is a bit abrupt (and also very much caused by Jayce killing him, so his moral high ground in that conversation is a bit weird).
Don't make Jayce talk shit about Viktor's terminal illness, goddamnit. Heimerdinger's whole arc was about how corrosive that attitude was, and the conclusion of it was that you can't sit down on your laurels because change will keep happening with or without you. I think that makes for a much more compelling argument against Viktor's philosophy at this point.
No notes on Singed. What a ledge.
Overall, I think the show needed a bit more breathing room to build up to the level the climax was operating on. It left a bit too much of what I cared about behind to get there, and adding an act could've been a way to alleviate some of that.
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Platonic Lust! & Dream! Sans
Noteworthy things: Mentions of Horror! Sans x Lust! Sans, Mentions of Dream! Sans x Killer! Sans, Slight cussing
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In 4th grade, Dream and Lust are best friends
So Dream goes up to him because they're young and confused and says, âWeâre best friends, I thinkâŠâ he says in thought before starting again, âthat means weâre in love with each other.âÂ
Lust will immediately stop to think before replying, âYeah.. I think you're right.â And so they start âdatingâ
At one point, someone asks why they donât kiss each other. They both look at each other before immediately going, âew, no, why would you say that.â But then Dream will contemplatively chime in with a small, âWell we hold hands.âÂ
But as time goes on, Dream starts feeling like they have to kiss after being confronted,Â
So not too long after, Dream decides to kiss Lust on the cheek, as if to prove that they love each other
A day or two after the kiss they decide to break up and collectively agree that they just like being best friends and weren't actually in love, just a little confused
Because of that same kiss in 4th grade, they end up having a moment with Killer and Horror
 It starts off with Dream and Lust chilling in Lustâs room with Killer and Horror
On the bed, Lust and Dream sit criss-cross applesauce from one another, while the other two are sitting beside each other at Lustâs monitor playing some scary Roblox game
Dream and Lust end up getting on the topic of first kisses, but the other two aren't really listening and Dream goes, âWould you count?â and in turn, Lust exclaims, âOh yeah, that did happen, I completely forgot that we dated!âÂ
Horror and Killer immediately whip their heads towards them and in unison say, âWhat?!âÂ
âYeah we dated when we were kids,â Dream smiles, looking over at Lust. âWhen was that, 4th grade?â, Lust asks, looking up at the ceiling in thought.Â
Then, Killer and Horror look over at each other, as if reading the otherâs mind.
âDo they still have feelings for each other?â they both think, before having the same train of thought, âWell if they dateâŠdoes that mean?â Horror starts and without a pause, Killer finishes the thought, âwe have to date?â. As if on cue, they both look at one another in shock before turning away as if dismissing the idea.Â
Then, just as quickly as they turned away, theyâre glancing back at each other, eyes wide, their minds still connected, âWait a minute,â they think, realizing they still havenât asked any questions.Â
âSoâŠuhhhâŠâ Killer awkwardly starts. Then Horror chimes in, âFriday sleepovers, huh?â, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.
Immediately, Lust got what they were hinting at, and all they got as a reply was a deadpan face as if he was saying, âAre you fucking serious right now?âÂ
And without much of a thought, he immediately replies in all seriousness, âYeah, we fuck.â
Dream immediately jumps screaming, âNO!âÂ
Horror laughs quietly, realizing how dumb the two of them sounded after seeing Lustâs face
Killer doesnât get the joke and genuinely starts panicking
Dream quickly rushes to get off the bed to console Killer, making sure he knows Lust wasnât being serious, while Lust just sits in his spot on the bed, rolling his eyes at Horror.Â
Dream and Lust are definitely the type to have way too many friend dates.
Like one weekend theyâll go visit a new cafe together to just sit and talk for hours and hours
And then another weekend theyâll shop for outfits with one another
And Lust will do the whole, âDo a little spin for meâ, when Dream gets out of the dressing room in a cute new outfit
Then heâll talk about how pretty he thinks Dream looks and how the outfit just fits him perfectly
And when itâs Dreamâs turn to rate Lustâs outfit heâll say things like, âYou look so hot in that, you have to get it,â while flicking his wrist. Â
Lust and Dream are definitely the type to randomly show up with gifts for one another
Like one will go, âI saw this when I was thrifting so I bought it for you!âÂ
Then, the other is all happy and giddy about it the entire day
And he definitely shows it off to everyone he knows
Theyâre like two straight girls platonically in loveÂ
Every week they have at least one sleepover
Theyâve been doing it since they were in about 4th gradeÂ
And they always sleep and cuddle together
Eventually it ends up becoming a weekly ritual so even when they do invite Killer and Horror to sleepover with them it ends up going something like:
Killer getting into Dreamâs bed, causing Dream to turn to him and ask, âWhatâre you doing?â
âUhâŠgoing to bed?â he replies, hand still holding the blanket up for himself.Â
âNo, youâre not? Iâm sleeping with Lust,â Dream replies, as if Killer should already know this by now even though itâs his first time having a sleepover with the other two.Â
â Iâm your boyfriend though,â he replies, restating the obvious.Â
âBut me and Lust always sleep togetherâ.
Lust sassily inserts himself beside Dream, placing his hand on his shoulder before leaning his head against Dreamâs, âYeah, Iâm his best friend. We always sleep together. Go sleep with Horrorâ.Â
And as if on cue, Horror starts talking to Killer, knowing he already had the same conversation with Lust earlier that day, âBro, just come to bed. It ainât gonna work, I already tried.âÂ
With a sigh, Killer moves down to the floor to sleep with Horror
In the morning, Dream and Lust wake up before the other two and end up taking pictures of the two cuddling together as they snicker and giggle from the bed.
#undertale#ut#underlust#horrortale#undertale au#undertale headcanons#dreamtale#killertale#killer sans#dream sans#lust sans#sans au#horror sans#lust gets so sassy around dream istg#its like their confidence influences one another#dream and lust are definitely best friends in every universe#i cant unsee it#platonic lust! sans & dream! sans#lust x horror#dream x killer
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Yâknow, Iâve seen your characters as just these happy gay dogs in love so often, *that I forget thereâs actually like. Traumatic backstory to them.*
Like âoh, look at these two wonderful lads, I m sure nothing bad has ever happened-â AND THEN I REMEMBER
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#hah oh dear SORRY#it be like that sometimes#if it's any consolation the same thing happens to me as well#and then I feel bad and guilty and sorry for them#so much so that I've been trying to come up with an alternate ending for the 1500's canon#one that's gets sad but perhaps doesn't conclude quite as devastatingly badly for them#it's just sort of difficult since the tragedy is so baked into the situation and setting they're in#it's choose your own adventure do you want The Horrors or just Horrors Lite#they're my goobers and I'm making their stories so convoluted and branched and au-heavy absolutely no one can keep track of them#answered#dunwichdawdles
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I had Spider-Man 2 mailed to my house when I pre-ordered it and it hasn't arrived yet so I've just been spending my entire day dodging spoilery Youtube thumbnails like Tobey Maguire dodging Green Goblin's razor bats in slo-mo in that one scene.
#honestly i need to stop having games mailed to my house when i pre-order them cause it just makes it stressful to wait for them#like it just makes me nervous that they're just not gonna show up#even though that hasn't happened yet like i did the same thing with jedi survivor and mortal kombat 1 and they both arrived on the day#so like this one shouldn't be any different. ideally.#yet i get nervous about it anyway#i think part of it is these last few weeks in general have been incredibly stressful#two of the jobs i applied for got back to me at around the same time#and i gotta pick which one i wanna go forward with but i don't wanna burn bridges with either of them#so i'm basically just stringing them both along until i can pick one#and i'm still doing the online graphic design course but all the job shit is making it hard to stay caught up with that#AND i got a transaction notification for something i didn't purchase so i had to deactivate my credit card and get a new one#idk who got my credit card information or how or if i can get that money back but hopefully it doesn't happen again#basically i just need this damn game to get here on time so i'll have one less thing stressing me out#also another reason i need to stop having these games mailed to me is they always arrive in the afternoon#abd modern games take fucking forever to download onto the console#so even when you get them on the release day you gotta wait a billion hours to start playing#so when they arrive in the afternoon it basically means they won't finish downloading until well past midnight#so basically you judt gotta let it download overnight while you sleep and start it the next day#so yeah after this i should probably just go back to picking uo pre-orders at the store#especially when i get an apartment i wouldn't want the mail person just setting a $70 game on the floor outside my apartment while i'm gone#shut up tristan
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BABYLON
m reader x sana // 26k words
Almighty hand to God, there had been much, much worse situations to get yourself stuck in.Â
If thereâs any sort of consolation to fall back on, youâd wish that youâd say something earlier, call this off with a simple push and shove on the way out the door, close it and wrap up nicely with no worry filling your mind.Â
Itâs not that easy, though.Â
Never was to begin with.Â
Not when you have the lights off in your study, the sound of laughs downstairs surrounding the dining table, really fucked how youâve hidden away from everyone else - also wanting to at the same time because all of them would have the same thread of thoughts running through their head if they saw you at the front of your desk with another body pressed towards you.Â
âDonât get so worked up,â Sana tells you, lips fast across your neck while her singular hand is well deep into the grip of your shaft. You could feel her breath slip through the opening when her lips are back on yours, the taste of her is already addicting the more she leans, a hand in her hair trying to give more, fighting, but losing drastically.Â
What you give, Sana takes. Thatâs usually how it works in most cases like these with her. You canât stop, you wonât stop. Itâs already difficult to break away once sheâs lowering your inhibitions without the use of alcohol.Â
âMaybe I should deal with you right now instead of later,â you tell her, hiding the smallest hint of worry when your hands find Sanaâs hips. Sheâs proud of the sigh she lets out against your mouth when pulling away before youâre quick to drag her back in. âLet the whole world below know of the things youâre doing to me right now?âÂ
You wonât stop giving in, because Sana gets you. Just like that.Â
âHave them screaming in shock when you bend me over the desk fucking me?â Sana asks, a tempting offer above a whisper at that. It also doesnât help that sheâs giggling at the thought of you doing exactly what she proposes. âSounds hot,â she says, huskily, âbecause I know you would.âÂ
This was never supposed to happen. Hell, this was the last thing you expected to happen. All of the possibilities in repercussions start flowing through your head again because this was definitely not the first time youâve surrendered yourself to Sanaâs advances, nor that you didn't want to.Â
Sheâs like quick sand, pulling you from underneath into the catacombs of temptations that would have Satan himself impressed if he could see you right now. Or how this woman at her fingertips is breaking down every last bit of rational support running through your brain just so that she can draw out the rasps of desperation to get her screaming, shuddering.Â
You could lower the flag and raise up the drawbridges - itâs so easy to do. Sheâs playing all of her cards right, knowing that your hand would never stack up against hers.Â
Forget calling a bluff in this house of cards, since the only play you have in your book is to fold.Â
â
You see, the events that happened before the wildfire were relatively tame.Â
Nothing but wins coming left and right in the avenue of your life. Speaking of avenues, thereâs this newly acquired house (all thanks to your surprisingly good credit score) alongside this block that has a new occupantâ
âBabe, the place is amazing!â Dahyun exclaims out, arms around your neck once you and her finally make it past the front porch, taking in the high ceilings and matte layout of the new space. All of this wouldnât have been possible if it werenât for the countless days and hours of work to achieve this milestone. Youâll be proud of yourself for settling down while others may be working for bigger goals and ambitions.Â
(A minor correction: two new occupants.)
The house itself is in a nice area. Not too far from the city, in a pretty well modest community, alongside the hills. Detailing is pretty modern: four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two stories, kitchen was renovated before signing off the lease, ideas for rooms themselves are already drafting from Dahyunâs pinterest board. Knowing that your wife has some good taste, it wasnât worth deliberating over. Youâve gone through the gauntlet of places in different areas: beachside, close by to your cousins, one was also about a two hour trip away from the city, thereâs also this high rise apartment that wouldâve been a perfect choice though it never happens.Â
Thereâs some scattered boxes here and there still, but most of the things are already in place from the whole moving process. Aside from all the heavy lifting and not wanting to stain the ring on your finger from the dust and oil when the truck broke down on one of four trips, the beauty of being able to be grounded by the tune of Dahyunâs laughs and witty banter when youâre trying to catalog and take inventory of the things that will be kept and whatâs going up for the garage sale you plan to have within the next week or so.Â
âIâm just glad that we finally got it over with.â You put her down, eyes overseeing the view past the spacious living room, as well as the boardwalk-esque deck housing the pool right outside. âAbsolute hell trying to get the final documents signed, but finally.âÂ
âIâm so proud of you honey,â Dahyun tells you, hand to your cheek with the most reassuring look that sheâs known for giving in your times of crisis. âHad I known that weâd actually get the house after almost signing off on the last place with JeongyeonââÂ
âOur luck was pretty much cut out for us,â you amend, though sheâs not thinking of the âwhat couldâve beenâ - since the here and now was all that mattered to Dahyun. You wanted this, and she did too. The agreement was not hard to fight over; sights were set, end of discussion.Â
âWe should give our credit to Jeongyeon for referring us to this place,â Dahyun starts again, trailing off with hands behind her back, chin up when she walks in deeper. Her gaze turns back to you, leaning on the pillar when youâre staring up at the intricate set of lights hanging over the couch. âDidnât you say this listing was about to be taken down at the last minute?âÂ
âAlmost,â you answer, hugging Dahyun again with your nose in her hair, âGladly got the call as soon as I found out.âÂ
Dahyun twists around, arms circling her waist, pulling her closer under your touch. Sheâs happy, giddy when the tip of your nose is nuzzling hers for a quick second. ClichĂ©, corny even, but youâre in love and sheâs in love - something that the new home will be more filled with for years to come.Â
âShouldnât we empty out the rest of the remaining boxes?â you ask her, hands curling inward on the small of her back, leaning in slowly for the softness of her fingertips across your face, the plushness of her lips on yours.Â
This was a brand new start, a turn of the page in the livelihood of things, one act onto the next.Â
â
Hereâs the thing about new beginnings, most of these aspects are supposed to be taken in a positive light.
Most of the time.Â
The subject of change itself is frightening, can make someone anxious at times because of the uncertainty of how things would play from here on out. Naturally, itâs normal for human beings to feel like this - this daunting notion in being uncomfortable because of this collective notion of âbeing stuck in the pastâ or âto relive the glory daysâ. Nostalgia is believed to be one of the great unsaid drugs that everyone takes unknowingly without even realizing it.Â
Luckily, youâre not facing things alone around these parts of life now.Â
Kim âthe introverted but somewhat still a social butterflyâ Dahyun has this effect on others that makes her extremely likable. Hell, if it werenât for that characteristic, the ring on her finger wouldnât have been there in the first place. She just has this quintessential quirk of just being able to click with others like it's nothing, almost as if sheâs known someone sheâs just met for more than five years.Â
Itâs an art in itself to admire, a playlist of clips in your mind that youâll keep replaying over and over whenever the instance occurs.Â
Youâre willing to be a people person while she does it effortlessly.Â
Not even a week after getting settled in, Dahyun was already getting acquainted with the nearby neighbors opposite and adjacent to your place while youâre busy getting the groceries in (since one or two trips are always the priority for the efficiency of less work.)Â
If youâre looking at your new house from the street and inwards, the home on your left is owned by Jihyo. Sheâs lovely, adventurous, mostly in and out of the house on a daily basis. You lean an ear into the conversation while Dahyunâs getting her small garden going that Jihyo was also a pilates coach, the hint taken with the amount of lululemon products she wears and has in her closet in the brief exchanges of helloâs and head nods. In the next house over to the right, there was Chaeyoungâs place. Dahyun tells you over dinner a few nights ago that Chaeyoung is this underground indie artist thatâs hardly home because of her tour scheduling and the fact that sheâs in London for her Europe leg on the calendar, but was home for a quick break since her brother just came back from the mandatory military service.Â
âYou know, when I first looked into this cul de sac, I didnât expect to live next to a considerable amount of celebrities.â you say, tending to the raw set of patties spread across the grill while the backyard of your house was transformed to this small, homey, kickback-style of a housewarming party with nearly everyone invited along the street. âToo early to say Iâve hit the jackpot?âÂ
âPlease,â Jihyo starts, the cup of bourbon in her hand swirling while the smoke is up in the air, âI think you think too highly of this community a lot.âÂ
âEveryone has something special going on around here, which is nice.âÂ
âA silent observer,â she murmurs at you, âDahyun likes that about you, the ability to read people. You could honestly pass that as your hidden talent.âÂ
âI may not be a people person like her, but if the conversation persistsââÂ
âHe has no problem slotting himself into it like itâs nothing.â Dahyun says over your shoulder, arm snaking your middle while sheâs pressing a kiss into the blend of your shirt while youâre flipping burgers on the clock. âThe best at it too.âÂ
Even through the shades of your glasses, you lean over with Dahyun scooching to your left. A white bucket hat is all you see through the lens thatâs shielding the top of her head with the monochrome scheme she has with her dress and shirt. Simplicity at its finest with the way she swipes your drink for a quick clink with Jihyoâs before downing it after.Â
Thereâs this mix of food and drinks being dished out, thereâs a lot of simple activities spread out across the yard. Some people are in the pool with White Claws on the cupholders of the floaties, another group is playing spikeball that one of them brought over for more variety with the hoop on the outer rim of the boardwalk, the set table for beer pong, and essentially some others that were scribbled off the shopping list.Â
Youâre weaving in and out of different groups throughout the houseparty - the role of being the host of the party really shows with the amount of times youâve checked in with everyone in the span of ten to fifteen minutes. Itâs all in good graces really, to set a solid first impression while the ambience really sets everyone into a mood. Cooling down once the sunset hits, and all of a sudden the influx of drinks being passed around might be mistaken as a frat party.Â
Aside from the inquiries of passing more drinks, youâve noticed the stigma thatâs seeping through the guestâs faces when youâre indulging in conversations, a hierarchy of sorts. And when they see you get cozy in the seat, thatâs when the questions occur.Â
Mina, the person living in the house on the opposite side of your street asks: so whatâs your daytime occupation, if you donât mind me asking?
Quick on the draw, you answer: Currently working in data science from the comforts of my home. Oh, and I also dabble with a little bit of history to a minor stance.Â
âThe world doesnât thank enough people who arenât willing to move for a charitable cause.â Her tone is nonchalant, almost flat. That simple black dress sheâs wearing, the outline of her figure that may look unreal at first glance, the way her leg is folded on top that signifies that sheâs all class, a tilt of her head that has you leaning back ever so slightly. âAre you this some sort of- house husband then? Given the way youâve been tending to us around the party so far?â
âGod no,â you answer, hand up in defense while youâre casually leaning for the unattended cup of Lager that was brought in by Jihyoâs fling? Booty call? Friend with some benefit? It wouldnât matter since heâs athletic enough to have his own chain of gyms as a fine investment. âCall me a clean freak, but I get by with my duties around the new place.â
âWhat does Dahyun do again?â Lisa, another neighbor just a few houses down chimes in, âYou said that sheâsââ
âA corporate lawyer,â you say, catching Dahyun in your peripheral view whoâs laughing with another guest that seemed to just make their way into the late afternoon. Hand to the back of your head while racking it, âSheâs pretty damn good at her job too.âÂ
You get a collective nod from the two women when you keep your mouth partly open with a tongue nicking the inside of your bottom lip. Logistically, Dahyun was a key counterpart in her firm, the way that sheâs her bossesâ right hand when it comes to finishing off deals whether the fact it came down to mergers or closing cases. Sheâs always one to speak her mind, not willing to play nice or by the book.Â
Generally, a lawyerâs job tends to be stressful at times, given the unhealthy hours depending on what lands on her desk first thing when she walks in, early or not. If Dahyun needs some downtime, youâd give it to her - something about it that she coined you to be her sleeping pill.Â
(Kinda funny, though.)Â
However, there was this whole ordeal of some big litigation incident with one of the firmâs associated parties. Something about the high ranking chairman and close member convicted of fraud and if the press found out about it, the whole door gets blown up and it turns into an absolute shit show. Dahyunâs boss had her spearhead the whole thing and as a big token of appreciation, she managed to get time off.Â
The apartment prior was starting to get a little bit cramped, so she brought up the idea of moving while eating out for lunch one afternoon and that was that.Â
Explains how the house acquisition was more simple to deal with, considering how youâre good with numbers and finances, but thatâs all to know.Â
Tech savvy, is what Mina tells you, taking out of it with a margarita in her hand while you raise your cup in acknowledgement, breaking away from the set of couches around the makeshift bonfire pit. Ever the sentry, unintentional but itâs what a good party host does to get to know new faces, right?Â
Like the ping pong ball on the table, youâre bouncing around the backyard again, avoiding the splash zone of the pool when you slide across the makeshift bar of different varieties of drinks off to the right of the sliding door, cups riddled both half full and empty thatâll have to be dealt with eventually later, or in the next morning - whichever one happens first. A frame of mind falls into the same habit, picking up the clutter for a bit before you could treat yourself to another choice of booze or wine youâll fish out of the kitchen once done.Â
Nothing would prepare you for the extra set of small hands swooping in the table to keep tight on the slack.Â
She seems familiar, not long term familiar, but something that youâve caught yourself having a double take at for a quick second only to forget a couple seconds later. A quick spike of the heartbeat, thatâs also something that youâre very torn on in that moment - running back a necessary subroutine in your memory banks to check that youâre - well, you.
âI take youâre the guy Dahyun was praising about.â she says, her voice cheery with that simple but sly smile of hers thatâs stabbing daggers into your heart. âFind it hard to believe that youâre her husband, actually.â
The solo cups slide in smoothly, placing it back in the respective stack while this girl is tending to the crushed water bottles and cans in that small plastic bag sheâs putting them in. A small contribution at that, but a helpful gesture that youâll indirectly accept once the plastic is tied and in the bin.Â
âAnd what are you trying to say?â you start, arm bearing your hand when you stand square across from her. âWas it everything that you hoped to expect?âÂ
Unbuttoned baseball jersey, those high top sneakers and short shorts giving a slight peek into her figure from the down up. Her tank top also raised enough to show her toned midsection that looks tapered and detailed. Casual, you think, perfect for the summer vibe that you could honestly put a lei over her neck and all of a sudden this party is a fucking luau.Â
âHon!â a voice calls out to you in the distance, approaching you and the girl from the other side of the yard. When that person gets closer, it turns out to be Dahyun who immediately grins at the sight of you looking all curious. âOh! Good, Iâve managed to get you two both together.âÂ
âBut you didnât do anything.âÂ
âWho said that I was the one to start it?âÂ
âComing from the person whoâs all for taking the credit for herself.âÂ
âAlways the pleaser,â the girl laughs out loud, Dahyun closing in with her fingers intertwining with hers. Thereâs history to them - not even a second thought to track back, itâs all there right in front of you to see. It also clicks in your head that this girl was also the same one that Dahyun was gleefully excited to see back in your sit-in with Mina and Lisa.Â
The exchange of happy glances abruptly stops when Dahyun catches you with an arched brow, looking for answers, and to this she just smiles downward because how could she forget with the formalities, itâs silly. âBabe, Iâd like you to meet Minatozaki Sana, one of my closest friends since college.âÂ
âSana,â you say, and when the syllables reverberate past the oral cavity and into the air, it rolls off the tongue nicely. âI see, friend of Dahyunâs?âÂ
âIndeed I am,â she says, extending her hand as a peaceful offering - not even realizing the turmoil thatâs running through your head while hiding it effortlessly. The way her hand fits in yours, her whole body looks delicate like sheâs handmade with Godâs well crafted time; sheâs also a few inches taller than Dahyun (by two for the accurate calculation), youâve got Dahyun to mold into the threads of the mattress and now imagineâ
âI was wondering who was getting Dahyun a bit excited at the gate when you came in,â you say as youâre pouring yourself another cup of brandy this time, since the other drinks were relatively tame for your high alcohol tolerance. âNow with a face to the name, I gotta say, youâre pretty likable already.âÂ
Bottom line, itâs really curious to act this way. Clearly, youâre smiling at the fact that sheâs standing there with her arms crossed, youâve placed your cup down filling the next one, because another wouldnât hurt.Â
So how did you and Dahyun meet, you say - palm flat on the foldable table that sends the drinks sloshing slightly at the change in stable weight. I would assume that the story in itself is an interesting one, I hope?Â
Sana and Dahyun have this exchanging look between the two of them, the infatuation of how their minds are interlinked. These two have been through everything, despite the differences in majors and fields of work - the bond that they have is admirable. âWhat do you know about me that Dahyun has told you?âÂ
âWhatever that wasn't ordinary already,â you reply. âWhat also boggles my mind is thatââ
âIf she told you about the time I almost had to blow my professor to give me a passing grade, sheâs dead wrong. It never happened.â That star-stricken grin that has you pouting slightly and rolling your eyes because her answer has you completely way off of left field.Â
Not that, you add on but-hmm it can only make you wonder of the kinds of things that happened in that period of youth, before Dahyun came along into your life albeit a simple nudge of the shoulder while passing between working schedules. A part of the script of life thatâs rewritten in itself and jesus - itâll sit in the comfy nook of your brain while it sends your heart and gut flipping in all directions.Â
Let that be a new doc or spreadsheet for you to graph out in your mind, because thereâs a lot to compute and learn into getting this right.Â
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So it actually turns out that Sanaâs the next door neighbor living on the left of your house. She just wasnât there during the whole moving process before the housewarming party because like Mina, Sana was out and about seeing the world - something about putting some miles in her life trying to cross off one or two things off the bucket list, maybe more.Â
Thereâs only some noticeable details to keep track of in a few:Â
* Said somewhere along the lines of having a fear of heights? Lost a bet to her cousin and went skydiving to get over it.Â
* Well-spoken, considering that she was in Dahyunâs undergrad cohort before she had a change of heart in her choice of major, leading towards the pipeline of communication studies or working with kids, cute.Â
* Sheâs an only child in the family and very accepting of the fact of having a big house to herself (since Juile, her housemate who was also paying for half of the place but hardly around to live inside and still depositing the rent when it was time). Lonely, one might say out of sympathy but that would be undermining her success till now.Â
* Oh, and that story of her blowing her professor to get a passing grade? Hard to believe how itâs true and very similar to a common storyline youâve surfed incognito on the internet before.
âLook,â and she says this with a whole hearted laugh when youâre behind her and Dahyun walking out of the side gate. âIt was only a one time thing, I swear and plus,â youâre having flash of doubt when Dahyun looks over, and youâre terrible at hiding it because itâs in your eyes, a shake of the head in disbelief when Sanaâs shoulders slouch, âwe were sophomores that hated that fuckass professor so much, I was willing to take the fall.âÂ
âAnd you did, but thank god thereâs no proof of documentation that recounts such events like those, right? Right?âÂ
A prompting cough deviates the ongoing conversation, âI assume that everything was handled then?â To this, Sana nods - right hand swearing under oath, smiling earnestly with those eyes of hers, left hand supporting her elbow. Sheâs distracting with how her tank top peeks out with her chest open slightly. In the court of law, she could never get away with testifying let alone convince the grand jury. âI mean, what would happen if there was something thatâs sizable enough to damage your image of being this good-willed human being?âÂ
âThen everyone would watch the world burn if that were the true, but Iâm cautious of my digital footprint, always making sure that my track record is clean.âÂ
(Sheâs in the same pedigree as Mina, Lisa, and pretty much everyone thatâs occupying the boulevard: poised, casual, stable, know themselves all too well to get what they want - because they always do, itâll have your head turning from the moment they walk in to when they leave the table. Dahyun gave you the brief rundown about her circle of friends; theyâre good people, not wanting to let the finer things of life get to them, stay true to their words, grounded even.)
Itâs how the amber light of your garage door shines above that gives Sana this radiating shade of copper in her hair. Youâd offer to walk her back to her place if it wasnât just a few steps away. Better yet, Dahyun wouldâve permitted you to do so if you were to ask right now, but itâs fine. The grace period of life works in mysterious ways, funny how this sense of nostalgia comes back when you see two lovely girls play the game of catch-up, hugging after not seeing each other for a couple years.Â
Tuning back in to the image:Â
âIâm baffled youâve managed to land a house like this, especially with your money and the amount of back breaking work you do on a daily basis. Twenty trials? Youâre a fucking workaholic.âÂ
The pair of them laugh together, itâs really heartwarming to listen.Â
Still,Â
â-plus the extended vacation time you just got-â Sana sounds like a kid on the last days of school trying to come up with a multitude of things to waste time while Dahyun just listens to her rambling; eyes curving up with stupid smiles and the head tilts as if the secrets being exchanged are not meant to be spoken of to others, they look good together, wow. Have we checked the calendar if itâs Pride month still?
When they turn toward you, the actions seem unreal to register. Dahyunâs monolids contrast Sanaâs double eyelids, the way Sanaâs eyes especially look almond like. Her smile is a little smaller compared to Dahyunâs and when theyâre just freely cuddling each other without any spite of jealousy beneath it.
Theyâre leaving you dumbfounded, consider yourself to be humbled.Â
Sana breaks the hug first before she lets out an overreaching hand for you to shake. Youâll admit on another given day to Dahyun that Sanaâs pretty, the small pull hinting at her smile all the more reason to give a positive outlook for first impressions that will also have you wondering how in the hell isnât she in a relationship yet. Overkill when she does the line with her eyes while keeping the same smile when mirroring Dahyunâs expression, too.Â
âSame number as always?â Dahyun asks, clinging onto her hand like sheâs going away for a sizable amount of time. âI got nothing for the next couple of weeks.âÂ
âIâll just walk over and ring the doorbell, donât bother.â Sanaâs answer is optimistic, and youâre hoping sheâll stick to her word because youâre willing to break the lines, the yellow tape at the scene, and ignore the lines of ink blacked out for confidentiality assurance.Â
You and Dahyun say good night, and sheâs just happily bouncing along the sidewalk into her own front yard.Â
âShe likes you, by the way.â Dahyun tells you, slotting herself right underneath your right arm while youâre squinting to see absolutely nothing in the darkness, not even tuned in to what your wife was telling you. A few sweeps of looks across the street pass and youâre rubbing warmth on her shoulder, only to nudge your head slightly to finally hear.Â
âSanaâsâŠinteresting.â you say, blinking, looking down at Dahyunâs gaze before your eyes shoot away scouring for something else to eye at in the short meantime before a light slap to the stomach sends you snorting out of the quick annoyance. âHey, based on how she acted, I wouldâve thought sheâd be anything but ordinary.âÂ
âSheâs done some stupid shit, thatâs for sure.â Dahyun signs to her own admission, seeing it first hand of the stories that were told an hour ago. âThough, sheâs gotten better once I convinced her to see things in a different perspective.âÂ
âCouldâve passed as a good lawyer if you asked me.âÂ
âPlease tell me thatâs satirical.âÂ
âWasnât planning to say, but I guess it just happened.âÂ
A close of the gate and up the steps into the front door, easy to say that getting yourself settled in for once in your life doesnât seem to be that bad of an idea. The plans themselves are just getting started, drawing them up on the itinerary sometime later this week will get a number of things going.Â
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Apparently nobody saw this coming, and let this be an error in the calculations because evidently, this whole âsummer in the hamptonsâ type thing was about to be undermined entirely.Â
Turns out on the following day, Dahyun gets this business call at around three in the morning, and the phone just keeps vibrating on the nightstand. She eventually lets you off slumbering with the lamp on while she goes to the couch to hear what her boss was egging on about for what you think would be a short call, but it wasnât.Â
What you eventually find out hours later is that Dahyun was called in to help play defense in this big lawsuit that was deemed to be âthe second coming of the Watergate Scandalâ. God, those news anchors and journalists need to do a better job of nailing the creative writing aspect because it was just fucking awful when theyâre reporting it at eight in the morning after. Apparently youâre also reading an article online on your desktop about Dahyunâs firm coming under fire for a sizable client thatâs been doing murky deals behind their backs that would not only jeopardize one branch of the corporate relationship, but all the potential deals that have yet to be signed. Itâs a mess. Though, work shouldnât even be the thought since Dahyunâs pulling out all of these boxes that were related to this case out all over the dining room table that she has to bring back to her office and whatever was on the menu for the boat party next week that youâre having with close family and friends was about to be canceled.Â
And this has happened on many occasions, but if it involved Dahyun or anything related to the law firm she holds dearly to her heart (of course, youâre first, obviously) the support in her endeavor would always be important to protect.Â
âI just hoped that they were able to handle this quietly, and without my help.â Youâre dipping your head down to spit the last taste of mint from your mouth. Dahyun leans forward on the sink with her ankles crossed, wearing one of your shirts blinking dutifully, quite zoned out while her hand is over your hamstring, tapping it gingerly.Â
âWell if that were the case, then they wouldâve called you in anyway.â You say, raising an eyebrow with the tinge of mouthwash cycling in and out when you spit again. âSo much for having your rewarded vacation time.âÂ
Dahyun leans back against the mirror when sheâs putting her hair up in this messy bun. She looks a little more relaxed compared to the ragged breaths down your ear when your cock was buried inside her, clinging to your neck while that vicious upstroke of your hips sends her absolutely blown out. The look she gives with her pleading eyes when you take the toothbrush out of her mouth, washing it after she leans over to spit out the toothpaste before handing a washcloth for you to wipe yourself with. âYou think I shouldnât go.âÂ
âWasnât really bringing that up for you to consider, but judging how this looks from the outside in, Iâd say itâs pretty bad.âÂ
âYouâre really not helping my train of thought here,â she sighs, hands bearing her waist, the crinkles of your shirt on her subtly showing that petite frame, the image itself recorded in your memory banks loads of times - each one just like the first, if not better.Â
Sliding over a few inches to where she sits there idly, your hands placed on the outer rim where her knees bend over the marble counter. She doesnât change her posture when youâre looking her in the eyes trying to get a read on what her next move might be. Still elegant as ever, Dahyun will always put this appearance on even when it's the simple domestic life sheâs living.Â
Energy levels are still high, and the initial action was to get back to watching this sappy rom-com kdrama that bored Dahyun to the point where she slipped a hand inside your sweatpants just to âspice things up a bitâ. Once the prompted question of are you still watching appears on the screen after minutes of inactivity, no point in answering it while sheâs happily fucking herself over you while youâre sprawled across the satin sheets, gripping into her perfect waist with the sound of her hips with yours bouncing off the new walls.Â
Whenâs the flight? You ask her, hand sliding up her thigh slowly. I could put in a word for your associate to get that done, save the trouble. Inevitably, the jaws of justice will soon swallow her up again when she manages to break free from the shackles of court orders and depositions.Â
âFirst thing at nine,â she answers, fingers tugging at the midpoint of where the seam of your shirt and the waistband of your sweats meet. âGot some things to pack up soon, but I think most of the papers and boxes wonât be a lot for me to carry on the quick plane trip back.âÂ
âCrazy that they get paid for a short flight from upstate.âÂ
âIn addition to the fact that theyâre also on my dadâs payroll.âÂ
âA plus I might admit.â you muse.Â
Dahyun shifts her gaze from right to left, spreading her legs wider when you scoot her hips up to meet yours. The hum of satisfaction that she gives when your eyes flick up to see that rosy shade of pink plastered across her face, eyes waiting, honing on something that she subjects that will be given to her. Precision was one of her key strengths, but when thatâs used against her, itâs a completely different story.Â
When she tugs a little bit more on your undershirt to lift, she usually does so with this sense of security - like a kind of clinginess that you wonât have any sort of complaint against. Youâve understood it to a degree. Whether youâre dropping by the office of the firm or being dragged into the kitchen after sitting on your chair for hours and hours doing analytics and business calls, moments like these with Dahyun are always something to behold. Considerably, you donât mind giving into her needs for attention; in fact, youâre willing to do that without even thinking twice.Â
âSo,â Dahyun prompts with this sultry voice of hers, clueless and innocently - as if she has no idea what sheâs doing to you. With her (your) shirt rumpled all over her body, those pretty eyelashes, her creamy thighs, the way that her fingers are grazing the elastic of both your sweats and boxers, you begin to assess the conditions when youâve nestled yourself in between her knees, some water staining the gray cotton when you finally lean closer. âHow are you gonna handle yourself while Iâm gone?âÂ
âI think youâll lay the severance package,â you say, not giving any faltering sense when sheâs ghosting her set of fingertips on the right hand across your chest. âIf thereâs damages to it, I donât mind paying up.âÂ
âNon-compete or NDA,â Dahyun huffs, lifting the outer seam of the shirt past her hips, showing the opening underneath where her pussy is glistening with her slick, awaiting your end of the bargain, this non-verbal agreement where she knows that youâll always deliver the requests and offers. âBesides, you still owe me.âÂ
Laughing, you do recall the statement. Itâs funny - thereâs a trade off throughout the day earlier where youâre awoken to her warm mouth, deepthroating your cock that leaves you with these sharp inhales. The way her jaw slacks of how she sucks, the mix of spit lathering all over your length while sheâs bobbing away between your thighs at ten oâclock on a Saturday morning. Even after Dahyun takes care of the morning wood situation, you pay her back by eating her pussy freely on the kitchen counter as the logical option to keep yourselves occupied while waiting for the oatmeal. Thereâs no competition between the two of you of who makes the other cum the fastest, the hardest, let alone how many rounds can you do in a day; it really just boils down to this one simple look, a push-pull that sends the neurons firing away automatically - fucking each other âjust becauseâ to put it simply.Â
This girl on the bathroom sink, slouching, head against the mirror still while your hands finally snake under her shirt, feeling the unbelievable midsection under the breasts when she lowers her eyes, leaning up for the touch of your lips.Â
Every kiss, stolen or prolonged, each one always has the flaps in your heart opening. Sheâs yours.Â
Tender at first, but then the heat gets raised up when her arm hooks onto your waist, fighting the slipping tongue thatâs breaking away for a slight second in her mouth. Her hands are also grasping for any kind of reach for her to clutch on, no luck for it when she finally takes her fingers into your hair, not wanting to pull away.Â
Dahyun does this little whine after the quick inhale of air when you slip a finger or two inside her bare cunt, testing the waters as she bites her lip in anticipation. âDonât do that now,â she spits. That obscene noise coming out of her instantly after when she bucks her hips forward again, accidentally curling a finger in her warm cunt that makes her look away from your intense gaze. âDarling, pleaseââÂ
âUse your words honey,â you whisper against her lips when youâre tugging on her bottom lip, causing her to sit up straight on the counter, slotting her arms around your neck with hands circling her waist. âCanât really hear what youâre saying if youâre mopping my face up.âÂ
Sheâs losing her sense of focus when your fingers continue to bottom out the whole length of them, filling her up and pushing deeper. It also doesnât help when your thumb presses flat on her clit that sends her mewling at the bend. Her face is against your neck, the steady pace of those staggered breaths against your skin keeps your current operation on the clock, unraveling this line when youâre slipping in and out of her.Â
âBaby, baby, baby, pleaseââ her heel locks the back of your thigh in place, hitting a kneecap on the cabinet. Sheâs reduced to these simple words and responses with the heavy breathing. Her hips are nearly coming off the glassy surface of the sink. The shirtâs lifted up beneath her perky mounds (and that fucking underboob is a national treasure in itself), the seal of your mouth is all over her throat: pulling, kissing, gnawing. You kinda feel bad for the concealer pack sheâs gonna be using later for a brief afterthought.Â
Although this little contest of edging Dahyun out to cum wasnât on the cards for tonight. Youâre managing this smile when she pulls the hair tie out of her hair, letting it flow freely. This look of post-sex yet natural style that she does makes you stare in awe when you pull her hips more out at the edge, the way her elbows are propped up nicely and her legs are spread even wider. Her hand pulls the shirt higher, showing her breasts now, the preferred choice of marks that were left there as a reminder from earlier. You slip out of the sweatpants and boxers, fixed on the brushing of her bare cunt just millimeters away from dipping yourself - a teasing tip, then the first couple inches at the half - and that shudder from her hips catches you off guard.Â
âYes,â Dahyun moans out that matches your sigh in perfect timing. A momentâs hesitation, replaced with the second necessary action to sink yourself into her more, parting her walls nicely, slowly, until you feel all of her wrapped around you.Â
She gasps, mewling, spilling out this chain of hitched breaths, âgod. honey, your cockââÂ
It all slides out for a second. Unreal. Then you slam back into her again. Pacing was always the methodical approach, a line into the protocol when Dahyun is writhing in the drag of your cock fucking deep into her cunt, sheâs biting her lip at the fact that sheâs shimming her legs more out, wanting to choke herself down the length. My god, youâd love to keep the look she has on her face, lips parted at how badly she just wants you to split her in two, seeing the last hint of her pupils rolling back into her brain when you skate the palms of your hands across her stomach, clutching onto her perky breast when the tempo starts to increase.Â
When your hands finally nestle into the curve of her hips, they stay there. Theyâre already at a good place when your cock finally feels all of her, so wet, so tight. A slight throb along the length when you drag yourself out, that small pocket of air escaping before the vice seals shut again. Sheâs unbelievably perfect, one label off the list from your head when youâre fixed on the sight of your length disappearing inside her, head tilting forward with every stroke back in.Â
âYouâre so - mmh,â Dahyun hitches her breath, shuddering, you could feel the rise and fall of her chest when your hand clutches her thigh. A choked out sob leaves her lips, and youâre impressed at the composure of nailing her cunt, the same spot being hit deep, even deeper, to that one area where sheâs lost herself before. âFucking big for me, this cock - feels so good-âÂ
âDahyun...â you hiss, shifting your hands down to the soft cushion of her ass, sinking down once again, then another, and then another, sliding her out across the counter before youâre driving her back in, this never-ending piston into the fiery pit of heat, stretching her out, twisting that nimble body of hers into your own creation, coaxing every exhale you catch from her abdomen. âYour pussy is soââÂ
What you meant to say was, âyour pussy is so fucking tight, god damnit-â You know what, the thought can barely even be formed in your head when you meet Dahyunâs eyes, slowly fluttering shut with her teeth slowly disappearing behind her lip. That, and the feeling of her walls imploding your cock to the remnants of awareness you had left.Â
Itâs also pretty funny to think how Dahyun was fucking herself freely over you just an hour ago, only for her to be used like this and she knows you simply canât help yourself.Â
âLove, I canât - shit,â that utterance nearly takes everything ouight of you to say; everything about it is euphoric, the way you have her legs up, bottoming her out. You look at her again, and she has her hand over her mouth, trying to fight that natural clench when your cock fills the heat inside her. âYouâre so good for me, spreading yourself open like this. Fuck.âÂ
This is a case that youâll take to your grave, knowing all of your wifeâs body so well to the point that every kiss, thrust, moan, hell even the appearance when sheâs like this for you will be more than enough to last as much as possible. Dahyun knows the switch off too - aside from the fact that sheâs cock drunk every single fucking time you fuck her brains out - and she loves this. You see it in her pupils, the desperation to tear all the edges apart, the signal for you to finally wreck her in the way that she wants you to.Â
âDonât stop,â she begs, chest heaving heavily when her legs wrap around your waist, propping herself up for you to take her waist into your chest, letting out these songs of pleas thatâs encouraging you to get to that edge first. You could feel her body going limp, the support is almost reflexive while your hips continue to pummel her out.Â
âYou-â you try to say. Fuck. It goes everything against the directive youâve put yourself in, the noises of your skin clashing with hers, creating this filthy yet harmonious sound that only gets more and more harder. Dahyunâs breathless moans keep you in check when your motions start to get irregular, inconsistent, keeping yourself busy with your mouth all over her chest. âGod, DahyunââÂ
âDo it baby,â she whispers into the cuff of your ear, âKeep fucking my pussy. Pound me like this.â Her hand does this simple action, and itâs lethal. All it took was a simple palm to your cheek, itâs filled with little meaning but carries so much intimacy. Moans and grunts continue to slip out while you search for her eyes, feeling that pull in your waist, grip tightening and loosening as youâre mindlessly thrusting. âYouâre getting close for me, arenât you?âÂ
âHoney,â and at this point youâve got it all spun out of control, âYou feel so fucking good.âÂ
âI know, baby.â Dahyun ignores your words of affirmation, smirking. âYou know what to do.âÂ
God. She can kill you, bring you back to life, and kill you all over again. Begging was already done before, youâve fucked her way past her orgasm on mulitiple occasions - using her as your cumdump; doesnât matter what time of the day or what youâre doing. The endgame was always this: having you completely fucked out in that velvety smooth pussy of hers - all wet and warm enough for you to live in.Â
With your teeth gritting and a final huff of air blowing past your nostrils, you cum inside her, filling her sloppy cunt all the way up.Â
Dahyun is sinister, itâs not up for a fair debate. When she coos and hums into your ear canal, youâre battling every urge to just wrap your fingers all over the column of her throat, use the remaining bits of pulse in your member to get her screeching. Alas, you hold yourself back while the ropes of cum are spurting around her walls, her mouth also gaping open when the fourth and fifth pulse out your cock weakly.Â
Thereâs this pause soon after, a collection of breath between the two of you that constructs a reconsideration of your choices. Dahyun has this telepathic connection with your mind that makes the connection instantaneous - you donât say anything because thereâs this one look in her eyes, hanging in the atmosphere bathed with afterglow - and she knows.Â
When you do slide out of her swollen cunt, thereâs a considerable amount of your cum dripping out of her, slapping the tip along the outside of her folds just to tease her before retreating away entirely. The image of her legs spread out and her back laid across the sink will be saved into your memory for you to look on sometime in the future, or maybe even next week.Â
âSo,â you mutter, shaking off the small jitters of blood loss to the head when youâre massaging Dahyunâs thighs, âHave I paid off my case in due time?âÂ
Dahyun chuckles, a single finger raised up from the wreck beneath to get a taste, licking her lips following the fingertip. She wiggles up on her hands to sit on the counter again, hair flipped to one side while she lets the shirt fall down to cover her body, âHate to say it, but you always do.âÂ
âThatâs good to know.âÂ
âIâm also saying that you could use my help.âÂ
âHa Ha,âÂ
âWhat? Iâm serious.â
âIâm serious. Well so am I.â Dahyun sarcastically says, slapping your hip that makes your cock jump suddenly. You can see the dashes appear on her face when she lets out this simple smile, the eyes disappearing reflecting the same expression on her lips. She could saunter around the courtroom making a solid case for the defense, but no one would know the fact sheâs all liquid putty when you have your hands on her like this. âI appreciate the thoughtful offer, but I think someoneâs gotta guard the house while I handle work.âÂ
âIâm gonna hate you by the end of this.âÂ
âHow bout you flip me over and rail my ass on the sink again?âÂ
Youâre starting to curse that concrete jungle a little more by the end of it.Â
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Okay, to cut to the chase, there mightâve been a slight miscalculation that you had panned out in your head.Â
You switch on the TV two days later and Dahyunâs already made her way back to ground zero in the city to handle this case, where it completely spirals into an absolute shitshow. All gloves are off when the story gets released out to the public, scapegoating one of Dahyunâs board members having themselves tangled in an affair with one of the staff. Sure, it could've been an analytical approach to brush off the heat thatâs only growing by the second - a shitty attempt you might also think; either way, this trial was crucial for your wifeâs firm to win because in the scenario that they lose, all credibility and positive imagery surrounding them will plummet and that equals no more lawyer work for Dahyun.Â
She was optimistic at first while on the phone with you, talking about how this case shouldâve been a cakewalk to handle, predicting the possible time period of when she should come back home to finally relax with all that hard work paid off temporarily. Youâre smiling at the fact that she sounds composed, no hint of stress lying in her tone, riding on that high when you have her bucking into your hips just an hour before her private plane trip to the firm.Â
Itâs only a matter of time before all of this blows over, you think. Not your fault also when the house feels suddenly empty in the wake of this unexpected catastrophe.Â
Youâre hearing this definition of a fortnight. As in, Dahyunâs projected time when she could get out of the office and have someone else handle the case on her behalf. A little unusual for her to indulge in the understanding of the term itself, not while youâre making yourself dinner with the chops of onions on the cutting board and the phone being on speaker off to the right side.Â
âTwo weeks?â youâre asking, the dice of onion cubes being skated off into the pot left to boil while stirring. âThatâs a pretty big ask for you to take up with your boss.âÂ
âWhy do you think Iâm hitting you with the English lesson?â
âBabe, youâre talking about a term that was used in the freaking 1800s.â you laugh, leaning back on the counter, glass of water in your hand as one of the stupid actions that most people tend to do when talking to their crush. âWouldâve been better if you just said two weeks instead of a fortnight. What do you think I am? Some kid thatâs withering their life away over some video game?âÂ
âThere you go again.â She laughs out loud. You can envision the picture of her rolling her eyes at you when you spew out complete nonsense that wonât comprehend in her brain since her lifestyle doesnât line up with it.Â
âSorry,â you mutter, smirking with a dimple poking out against the touchscreen. âSeriously, when do you think youâre gonna make it back?âÂ
âHonestly, I donât think itâll be anytime soon.â she admits, hearing the click of your tongue over the speaker when youâre accepting the fact that her job might potentially be on the line if she were to leave early. âI know we said two weeks, but in this case-â You can hear her stop short when she clears the lump in her throat before continuing, âThis trial might drag on for who knows how long? It might be a few days, two weeks, a month? Everything is laid out for us to fail.âÂ
âAnd you wonât.â you tell her, reminding the positives going forward. âMaybe it could look bad, but Iâm certain that youâll do a good enough job with what you have to work with. Iâm sure of that.âÂ
That sigh of relief you hear through the phone. Yeah, youâre right. I get it. A little reassurance goes a long way for someone in her field dealing with that kind of work - not that you would relate or somewhat imagine what it would be like to be in Dahyunâs shoes, but aside from all bad things, you know that sheâs headstrong to the point where none of this should even faze her in the first place.Â
âYou know you canât go back to the old place, dummy.â you laugh, opening the lid of the pot that unleashes a quick cloud of steam rising above the rim. âWhere are you planning on staying in the meantime while working?âÂ
âMinju has a guest room at her place.â Dahyun answers, âIâd figured that I should tell you this, but I think she and her associate are having a little thing together.âÂ
âAnd this is news to me, how?âÂ
âBecause Iâve seen him and her get a lot closer than usual.â she adds, âYou do remember that we have this policy thatâs strict on relationships around the officeââÂ
âBut you and I, along with some other considerable names and high-ranking figures, are the exception. I know. Weâve been over this story a bunch of times already.âÂ
Dahyun straightens herself up on the couch over the phone, folding her legs inward on the seat, sighing, smiling. âAre you eating dinner this late?âÂ
âWell, if you consider ten-thirty to be late to have myself a meal, then yeah, you can call that to be a late dinner.âÂ
âRude,â she muses. âCanât your wife have a little bit of curiosity about your day while being alone? Missing me?âÂ
âI guess, but thereâs nothing to report on my end.âÂ
She hums, and you can picture the pout sheâs putting on whenever you give her an open ended answer that could totally be expanded on if you just put the effort into it. Dahyun knows you're lazy to an extent when itâs off work hours, and she doesnât blame you for that. âHave you been using your hand to keep yourself occupied while Iâm gone, baby?âÂ
âSweetie,â you chuckle, tongue against the inside part of your bottom lip when you automatically realize what sheâs trying to do - what sheâs trying to make you do. âNo, weâre not doing this.âÂ
âAw, why not?âÂ
âBecause I can only do so much to keep myself sane while youâre not here.âÂ
âFine,â Dahyun sighs out in defeat, and you turn off the stove to let the signature dish of your motherâs pork stew cool down before you get to eating. âOne last thing,â she starts, âSana wants a favor from you while Iâm not there.âÂ
âHmm?â you sound off, getting a small taste test of the minimal viscosity of the soup you just cooked. âWhat does she need help with?âÂ
âJust some heavy lifting around her place,â Dahyun answers, yawning. âI told her that she could come by the house to get you and help with whatever she needs.âÂ
âYouâre setting me up, arenât you.âÂ
A soft giggle could be heard in the background on Dahyunâs end. It probably shouldnât mean anything, but a suspicion starts formulating in the back of your head. This could mean one of two things: youâre either fucked for the potential summer, or fucked for the potential summer.Â
âHelp Sana out tomorrow,â Dahyun instructs. âI donât think anything bad will happen if youâre stuck with her.âÂ
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Turns out that Dahyun would be right when you do stand at the steps of Sanaâs front door, hand at the hip while the few seconds of silence runs the possible uncertainties through your head.Â
A swing of the door inward: âHowdy stranger, have my pizza?âÂ
You get a good look at her. Sheâs wearing these thinly rimmed glasses, the middle wire sitting nicely on the bridge of her nose. Her long sleeve hugs her shoulders nicely, tugging at the fabric while her other arm is raised on the door. The shorts are also doing a number on you internally, highlighting the ridiculously long legs that has miles and miles of skin, aside from the fact that they appear to be too short (and also pink, but fuck, man.) Cozy, homebody type of vibe, is what you end off with.Â
âHey.â And this comes off as a half-choke in the fumble of words, âDahyun said that you needed some help?âÂ
Sana cocks her head off to the side, brows attracted inwardly, lost for a second before she fully realizes the present dilemma that sheâd had happen to forget. âOh, I did ask for a few things.âÂ
âFingers crossed your to-do list isnât full?âÂ
She does this subtle nod of her head motioning you to come inside, and you hesitate for a second, peering over past her head of brown hair to see the state of the place and hereâs how it looks: everything has a very simplistic aesthetic, blank tones of the furnishings and floorboards complimenting each other the more you and her make your ways around the place. Some boxes are still present here and there, half-open, half-closed, like the items in them havenât found their rightful place amongst the shelves and cupboards and closets between the rooms. Sana mentions also that her and Julie also have similar tastes, but given the fact that they both havenât been in the place that often because of their work, itâs pretty disappointing to take away.Â
âHow long have you had this house?â you ask, picking up a picture frame off one of the tables in the living room that has Sana and this other gorgeous girl leaning her head in with hers, you canât put a name to her, but curiosity will come later when the time is right.Â
âJust like you, not that long actually,â Sana answers, rounding past the corner towards the kitchen when you pick up on the lasting trail of her footsteps to meet her at point B. âJulie and I only managed to settle in about a few weeks ago before she went overseas for some big movie project that sheâs a part of. Other than that, itâs just been me here all by myself.âÂ
âThat doesnât sound fun.âÂ
âI find it calming to have a big house with multiple rooms without the sense of company.âÂ
Your eyes trail off in the distance of this closed space. It looks barren, but rich, with the sense of presence from all of the different decorations and paintings all over the walls and tables. You might mistake this as a museum, an unplanned exhibit with your neighbor as the centerpiece of this gallery.Â
âSo,â you start to say, arms cross when youâre watching Sana on the opposite side of the kitchen island, sipping on a glass of strawberry lemonade, looking back at you with wide eyes, those pouty lips on the rimâ
She points to the set of disregarded items off to your left side behind, the same set of boxes you noticed when walking in, âI need to get these things out of there and placed around the house,â and she starts to round the area of the kitchen to get closer to you, âand my garage door needs some fixing since it wonât open for some reasonâÂ
âYou really think Iâm qualified to help you with the garage?â you raise an eyebrow in suspicion.Â
âDahyun asked you to help me, so please, make us happy.âÂ
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The first meeting with Sana happens quite quickly. It shouldâve ended there - a simple favor fulfilled and get on with continuing the daily routines around the house and neighborhood.Â
Except it doesnât happen that way. Not when Sana catches your attention when youâre taking out the trash, watering Dahyunâs little growing garden, when youâre getting your morning and evening runs up the hill and round the block, she always seems to get you caught in her lines of sight.Â
Youâre not against it however, taking a liking to have a quick chat with Sana about different things that were worth bringing up - itâs the simple camradire thatâs developed rapidly after the housewarming party. Sheâs interested to see you with the garage open, finding a new thing to tinker and fix with the car (although modding a tesla would make some vehicle enthusiasts want to rip out their hair and gouge their fucking eyeballs,) she just makes the minute trip from her house over to yours just to talk.Â
Dahyunâs calls circulate every now and then, getting the quick rundown of whatâs been happening while sheâs knee-deep in trial work down at the firm. You simply smile while tapping on the camera switch icon on facetime to have her look at the group of Sana, Jihyo and her summer flirt, Mina, along with a few others just have a communal game night of Mario Kart down at Sanaâs place when everything is settled in. Before that, you were explaining the fascination of this ancient city that youâve been reading into between business calls and graph inputs during work that may sound like youâre a boring professor talking about history.Â
None of that would matter because Sanaâs house is like this ancient city thatâs riddled with riches and items of materialistic value that would probably convince someone else that their money is being wasted over meaningless items rather than propper investments. You get a few nods of agreement, maybe some fingersnaps because what youâre saying could be plausible with the amount of knowledge youâve consumed to tell without boring everybody.Â
âI could care less if that were the case,â Sana says, leaning closer on the couch while running a hand through her hair, the flowy locks combined with that cropped Prada shirt could have you reeling in an alternate universe, but it doesnât.Â
âSana,â you call out, Jihyoâs also giggling at the fact before you even say it also, âyour walk in closet is literally the devotion of this âcity of goldâ Iâm talking about.âÂ
âHey!â and sheâs taking this with a light offense, âI only say that itâs true because where else am I supposed to put the dresses?âÂ
âI suppose they could go somewhere else that doesnât take up space in the racks?âÂ
âYouâre the one who helped me put them up anyway!âÂ
âDonât get all defensive now because Iâm talking about it.âÂ
She cracks this smile while Mina sounds off with a âbooâ noise, âYou can take your little history tangent up your ass then.âÂ
To that, you raise an open bottle of White Owl to her face, downing a bit of the drink while she rolls her eyes, narrowing while she purses her lips. Sheâs lining her fingers across the bottom of her chin, intuitively, studying the movements of your hands and eyes, getting a read of what makes you tick.Â
Even after the activities of game night are all wrapped up, you stay behind in Sanaâs house, picking up the assortments of empty glasses and bottles, the charcuterie board thatâs scavenged through, except the stack of cheese that was apparently stale and too cold to even dig their teeth in.Â
âCare for some cereal?â Sana prompts after the final sweep.Â
âYouâre asking me to have a night breakfast?âÂ
âYouâre making it sound like itâs something to be frowned upon.âÂ
âThen why the paradoxical proposal?âÂ
She doesnât bother answering that with a simple hum while youâre chuckling lowly. Thereâs already two bowls on the counter, and not long after, sheâs holding out two boxes: Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch.Â
âI like the choices.â you tell her, placing yourself on one of the high chairs while Sana slides one of the boxes over with the jug of milk trailing just behind it. You snap a picture of yours and Sanaâs bowls to send over to Dahyun and in which she responds in three seconds - you fell for the cereal bait tactic.Â
What? I got courted with Frosted Flakes and you know this, theyâre great.Â
She did the same thing to me back in college, but thatâs her âol reliableâ.Â
Sana swipes your phone from your hand that you try to get back, but she skips a few feet away and starts to text in your place. âWhat are you texting Dahyun about?âÂ
âWhy does it matter to you?âÂ
âThatâs my phone youâre using.âÂ
Sana parts her mouth open, humming once, âIâm too lazy to grab mine from the living room.âÂ
âYouâre texting my wife.â you deadpan.Â
âShe was mine first before you came along.âÂ
You roll your eyes. Ouch. But you sigh once the defeat settles itself back in over you. All that youâre just left to do is get these soggy, milky grains down before you eventually pack it up for the night.Â
âThanks again for staying back to help,â Sana tells you on the front step of her yard, âworth the treat of cereal as a reward.âÂ
âNice to have some company, especially when thereâs video games that make me feel like a careless child again.âÂ
âWeâre all a little starved for a little fun, glad I contributed to that reach of youth.âÂ
And this comes out of nowhere, really, you miss Dahyun around the house and itâs felt like ages since youâve last seen her.Â
Sana has her knuckles against her cheek, the fingers are well refined, she has that glow on her face and that small hint of a dimple that breaks out underneath and well - that same pout you saw last time breaks into this perfect grin of hers thatâs filled with uncut happiness, the way her eyes arch into that same eye smile Dahyun has really makes you think twice about your situation.Â
Itâs embarrassing, but you miss Dahyun while thereâs this small crush of Sana growing inside you. Going against your vow might be one thing, but your heart canât help itself to only tell you over your mind - well shit. Congrats.Â
Though, sheâs reeling you back in after seeing Haileyâs comet above, calling your name that makes you unsure if you even know your own name.Â
âWill you be busy for the rest of the week?â She prompts.Â
âYou can just come past the gate and ring the doorbell, Iâll always answer.âÂ
Sana doesnât say anything more than that, only giving you the usual âgood nightâ message before she sends you off on your way, just a few feet to the side and behind another door.Â
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Some weeks pass. Itâs late, and hot. The combination of this nightly hot climate doesnât serve anyone well.Â
You hear a knock at the door that has you scratching your head over the fact on who would be at your front doorstep around this time. All of that gets thrown out the window when you look up past the column of wood to see Sana standing there, bundled up in gray sweats and an oversized sweater thatâs draping her frame, two sizes too big, her shoulder noticeable to see. She has nothing else on or with her besides the phone in her hand.Â
âItâs the middle of the night,â you announce, squinting at the light towering over you and her in the front patio of the house, letting out a sigh while Sana just wiggles her body side to side, acting all innocent knowing that she knows what sheâs doing. âShouldnât you be sleeping already?âÂ
Sana finds your reactions to be funny. For every question, you give her a simple or calculated answer. A greeting in the morning or afternoon would be short and sweet ending off with âlet me know if you ever need anythingâ before heading back inside with the daily mail or some vacuum or bundle of rags to clean from the garage. Every blurt or sexual comment would send you coughing or spitting out some of your water when Sanaâs dropping by to see what you were doing. Most girls other than Dahyun in her position would be automatically disinterested, not your fault for being naturally dry and introverted. Â
âJulie crashed at Nattyâs place, so I managed to drive myself back home.â Sana replies with a pull of her lips, breaking a sly grin when you return the same nod, prompting her to come inside because it wouldnât be like you to keep a beautiful girl from around the neighborhood just standing outside your doorstep.Â
The hums that come out of Sanaâs mouth are refreshing, in addition to the little swing of her head back and forth when she moves past the first lounge area of your house to between the dining table and kitchen where she stops short for a second, looking off to the left, formulating a thought. You had the lights dimmed around the place, but you catch the silhouette of her side profile while a hand is behind her back, like one of those poses that she did for a magazine not too long ago that she shared when you finished up moving the last bits of her boxes.Â
âWhy come to my place?â you ask, flicking a light switch that brightens the area right outside leading up to the backyard. âAre you that bored around your house that you just walk over to mine?âÂ
âNot denying that Iâm bored,â Sana amends, turning towards you again, âjust wanted to give you some company.âÂ
âSana, itâs late.âÂ
âRemind me again,â she pouts, the lift of her eyebrows makes you slightly cringe, âHow long has Dahyun been busy with her work and that trial of hers?âÂ
âLast I heard from her was that sheâs almost done closing off the settlements.âÂ
âGood, and you havenât been losing your mind over the fact that your wifeâs not with you.â
âCan I live normally while Dahyun gets to play the main breadwinner in the relationship?âÂ
Sana coos after that. She keeps this longing gaze at you while youâre returning the same fix on her. The end point of her nose, the lines of her cheek, that over peeking collarbone when she sweeps her hair from the front to the back with a little flip; you tell her that the downtime you were mainly focused on was trying to get back to sleeping, but the damn heat was the main excuse and to that she laughs, scrunching her face when she can see right through the poorly constructed lie.Â
Itâs distracting, the small rumbling of this breaking desire - makes you feel uncertain in how you should approach the current dwindling situation. Â
Falling off the curve, however, Sana asks you: âDo you mind if I can take a swim in your pool?âÂ
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This should be a page in the history books, ripped away and shrouded in the shadows, never to be disclosed to anyone else that isnât yourself.Â
Itâs also completely harmless when youâre mindlessly handing Sana one of your spare towels sitting in the bathroom, smiling sincerely when she accepts the simple item of hospitality with the add on of, if you also need some extra clothes to wear because you dipped your feet in the pool with the overhanging flared sweatpants of yours getting stained, I can lend you a pair while it dries up - pick it up tomorrow or have it dropped off-Â
She floats her way down the steps, towel over her shoulder, âIâd take an extra pair of pants to use after I finish, thank you.âÂ
You nod, letting herself like at home as if her own home wasnât only less than five seconds away next to yours. The glass sliding door opens up to the balcony when you finally hear the light crash of water being made from the floor below.Â
Thereâs something calming about the light blue glow being illuminated from the pool, looking up at the different stars and constellations with todayâs moon being somewhat of a mix between a half moon slowly transitioning into a crescent. Dahyun was also with you in this same position after the first night of moving in, pointing out the basic lines of the Big Dipper and the Alpha Centauri, you showing her Orionâs belt before she made a counterargument that it wasnât a freaking belt, but it just goes to show that youâre just counting the days down until Dahyun gets back from brining the trial win home.Â
Looking down, you just see Sana the singular hint of honey brown sitting on the edge of the pool before slowly dipping in, getting the ends of her hair wet before tying it up in a high bun and happily floating in place, sighing while the refreshing yet, cool temperature of water settle around her body.Â
The room of your study looks tempting to set up base camp, not the worst option to consider also as a form to keep yourself occupied while your bubbly neighbor was right outside your backyard swimming in the night.Â
(Godâs really picking and choosing your battles in any way that he pleases, huh?)
You stay the course, grabbing a quick bottle of Heiniken from the fridge when youâre seeing the sight of Sanaâs shoulders and arms breaking the flow of water, her head just above the turquoise surface, the light shining beneath her face to get a good glimpse of her rosy cheeks, those lips tugged at the ends of them in a soft smile, the line of her neck also doing you numbers than the beverage in your hand before youâve even got a propper sip.Â
Sana looks towards the back of the house, you raise the bottle up to let her know that youâre still here, noticing the pile of clothes on one of the lounge chairs, neatly folded with her phone as the cherry on top.Â
Hereâs where you make mistake #1: The second bottle in your left hand needs a drinker, and you step your way out into the boardwalk of your pool. A missing piece of detail that you completely ignored was how Sanaâs pile of clothes was lacking one vital partâ
âI find it to be pretty peculiar for my wifeâs friend to be skinny dipping in my pool at around this hour.â you inform Sana of the situation, to which she softly laughs at the observation while youâre kneeling at the edge, placing the two bottles off to the side that youâll get back to later.Â
Sana floats her way to the edge of the pool right next to you, arms hanging on the deep end while looking up, âDidnât think I needed the necessary layers, no?â
âYou want to tell me about layers when youâre wearing nothing underneath.âÂ
âWhereâs the fun in having swimsuits and trunks?â she teases, âitâs too much of a hassle for me to go through the exhausting process of changing in your spare bathroom thatâs miles away from the pool.â
âThere was literally a bathroom for you next to the kitchen that you passed by to get here.â
âWhy donât you join me? The poolâs too big to have one person inside.âÂ
No. No. Donât even think aboutâ
âAnd if I refuse?â you ask quickly, naively.Â
Sana leans her head back, and your eyes canât help in anything besides fucking you up. The waves of the water cleared up, returning to its calm, idle state where you catch the highlighted sallow skin against the light, catching her hips and legs flowing freely. She lets her lower body rise up to the surface, hands still alongside the edge almost as if sheâs lounging on the nearby chairs - it also hits you that sheâs doing it on purpose, the fact that her bare ass is just out in the open air for you to seeâ
Right on cue, mistake #2: you sit down nicely, criss-cross like a little kid; and Sana scoots herself to where youâre sitting, closely, dangerously.Â
âIâve got some pull for you to rethink, take my offer into some light consideration.â she muses, and the leaning closer coming from you is seriously not helping. Sheâs got her hand laying below your knee, and she might as well be right under you with the ground advantage.Â
That same lean is also curious; itâs also pretty familiar too - how the natural state of gravity works, Dahyun reeled you in to some similar form a long while ago - forget if or maybe if the fact she looked first or you looked first, it doesnât matter. One key difference between that event and now was the fact that you realize that youâve toppled over and into the swimming pool, clothes still on and everything, the brisk feeling of water washing over before you find yourself breathing, ears getting flushed out and replaced with Sanaâs sweet laugh to top if all off.Â
You swipe your hands through your soaked face, slowly floating to the shallow end while cringing at the present moment that just occurred. The blend on your shirt and sweats mold to your figure, like someone had slapped clay on you. Chlorine is not good for the eyes, obviously, so keep rubbing your eyes and clearing out any sinuses while telling Sana that youâre not inviting her in the next time after this night.Â
Sana has this effect on people, so natural and open to the point with others that sheâs hugging everyone and doing skinship as she pleases, youâre not far off from the latter, in factâ
âI thought youâd be a little more vocal with the fact I pulled you in,â she tells you, turning away slightly when you splash a hint of water as she approaches you.Â
âItâs cold,â you say blankly, slicking your hair back while Sana closes the distance. Sly smile and everything.Â
âThatâs all you have to say?â she asks, âSo dry.âÂ
âAside from the fact that youâre swimming naked in my pool, I think thereâs more pressing issues for me to take care of.âÂ
Pressing issues noted, Sana is well within arms reach, except you have another look at her charming face, her body under the water - sheâs well defined in all avenues, fair skin that would even rival Dahyunâs for a quick comparison, her hands continue to do their own thing when theyâre measuring the shape of your middle, fingertips grazing the soaked shirt and all.Â
âIâm sorryâ she breathes out, the faintest apology of them all.Â
Youâve got your arms around her waist, not a care to fully realize what youâre actually doing; itâs a collapse in real time, her hand to the back of your neck: mistake #3.Â
With a simple press of her lips on yours, she grips tightly, the draw of air clouding the intoxicating taste that has you humming a bit, the slide of her fingers down the line of your jaw before going off the rails with replacing the hand with a full on arm, hooking onto your neck while you move up to her upper back.Â
But this inferno was unraveling.Â
Her legs fill the gap between yours, hands are now on both sides of her face, thumb sliding across that prominent cheek bone that will have you sculpting out the details some other time. Sheâs kissing you like she wanted this to happen, the desperation, hunger even, like it would be the last thing needed over everything else, and youâd give that to her. Itâs all sinking, that box of thoughts that was supposed to stay at the bottom of the ocean, the sealed lock intact and with no key to open, itâs resurfacing like the breaths of air you and Sana share with your faces just centimeters away from each other.Â
âDo you think you can forgive me?â she stops to ask.Â
A fucking truck of reasoning is what hits you, pulling back even more but your hands are now keeping Sana in place, just right above her ass holding at the hips. âYes- no-â She pulls you in for another convincing kiss before another could be stolen on her cheek, the same sigh she sounded in your throat a few seconds ago comes around. âI donât know anymore.âÂ
âItâs okay to not know.â Sanaâs face softens when you canât even bother to look her in the eyes now, tilting your chin up to support, lightly stroking it. âWe probably shouldnât.âÂ
Sheâs right. Youâve got to end this and you have to end it now.
âBut what if we did?â Youâre left breathing, in disbelief.Â
âWould you want to find out?â Sana asks again, unsure but also confident. âThereâs this kind of luxury Iâm fascinated with discovering the unknown.âÂ
Youâre thinking of these different stories in your head, the different kinds of graphs and tables riddled with numbers trying to come up with a logical case, predicting a scenario where you could forget about all of this, count the days until you wonât be alone again with the right person. Except Sana is dishing out all of these simple motions that have you leaning in for more, yearning. A hand is being slid across the shoulder, her face is suddenly closer with yours when you pull her towards you. âIâd be lying if I told you I wasnât afraid.âÂ
âDonât feel bad,â she tells you, a comforting whisper, wisping in the breeze. âYouâll be able to catch on quickly.âÂ
(If there was anything that youâve noticed while starting this new chapter: youâve learned that the sly smile armed by Minatozaki Sana will have anybody flipping over, ruining lives and starting fires.)Â
All common sense gets tossed out of the pool when you kiss her again, a choice that will have its own consequences when the time is right, the floodgates of sin opening harshly while you've just signed your one-way ticket straight to hell.
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Another thing that you learn from the houses that are oozing with richness up and down the street is that money and sex have powerful selling points.Â
This may be subject to change, but when you have an art piece like Sana stolen from the museum of her house (figuratively), all fingers and charges point toward theft, the necessary offenses that follow after donât really matter as of right now.Â
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Itâs not that difficult for you to fall in a place like this: carrying Sana up the steps but only stopping short at the doorway when sheâs lapping her tongue into your mouth. Sheâs still wet in your hands from the pool, and you have the wall play as a part to keep her in place - the fit of your lips breaking apart before they find themselves again.Â
âMmm,â Sana hums into your mouth when you finally let her down, on the balls of her feet while your hands wrap around her waist again, knee lightly nudging the apparent line of your cock with the pads of her fingers soon after, testing it.Â
âHey,â you mumble, pulling away with an audible smack from her lips, tongue licking your mouth while she softly laughs, and again - itâs definitely on purpose when her hand palms your cock more firmly through the soaked sweatpants that has you gasping for a millisecond. âTrying to get on with it faster now, are we?âÂ
Her hand sets itself on your chest, eyes meeting with hers half-lidded, she knows what sheâs doing, she knows that this is wrong, and she most definitely knows that this is on purpose. You tilt your head more deeper only for her to stop you for not more than two seconds, before easily allowing you to kiss her once again.Â
âWhoâs leading?â Sana laughs at herself, still stark naked when your hands land at the rise of her hip, massaging the slope of her ass with the droplets of water gliding across your palms. âWouldnât be right of me to do all of the hard work, begging at the fact that youâre about to fuck me over in this huge house, get your fingers inside and finally have that perfect dick that Dahyun always talks about.âÂ
âShe told you?â
âMuch like every time we catch up. Always.âÂ
âWhat do you know so far?âÂ
Sana sighs when you kiss her again, the lines on her face softening like a flush of anxiety that suddenly went away in a matter of a second. Your hand is quick to travel to the back of her head, pull the elastic of her hair tie that lets her locks flow down while the counterpart is palming her warm, bare cunt, eliciting a slight gasp while youâre smiling into her skin. âShe- she told me that you were disappointing the first time y-you guys did it.âÂ
âOh?â you mutter, thumb tapping on her clit that makes her whole body stiffen while the pad of your middle finger slowly scoops under her folds, noting how much sheâs gotten slick in the short span of time. âThe inexperience was the main factor.âÂ
Another finger pushes inside, feeling the stretch while your ear receives the steady decline of Sanaâs breaths, lip being pulled inward by the upper row of her teeth while her chest heaves, the heat becoming too unbearable to handle. Sheâs not one to let you take the easy route, putting her lips back with yours while you scoop under her luscious ass, walking past the doorway and into the bedroom - a space where Dahyunâs appearance was the common one - now introducing a newcomer that will make her case to stay.Â
The landing on the bed isnât gentle, and Sana slightly sets herself up on one elbow, while youâre tugging the sopped clothes off your body, trying to get a read into this pretty womanâs eyes of the things you want to do to her. Youâll make her cum, flip her into the mattress, have her bouncing on your cock later, get her whimpering while you drink in the sight of her pretty face just blown out, euphoric, the writingâs already on the wall before you even get a chance to draw the pen.Â
âYou think Iâm gonna disappoint you with my performance? Maybe prove that Dahyunâs point still stands?â you ask her, making your space bigger over hers when youâre on top of her, pulling from the hips to get her to meet your thighs. Sana bites her lip in a short excitement, keeping her gaze on yours when her fingers finally wrap around your cock, giving a few experimental pumps while she spreads wider, opening the gates to an avenue that will have you packing your bags to the next house over. âImagine ifââ
âIâll make you shut up about your worries, now fill my pussy up. With your fingers, your cock, just anything, please.âÂ
Sheâs desperate for you, and you have to admit it too, but when that first rush of every single sensation registering in your mind from the very instant you have your cock wrapped around her, sliding inside those lines with the small tug of your hips, pushing more while you could feel nails rip into your skin.Â
Itâs a new entry of data, the approach of how Sanaâs pussy is downright perfect for you. Thereâs a slight throb, a misfire when the strokes are still hesitant, uncertain exchanges of breaths with the slow blinks between her eyes and yours. Uninviting, but all the more welcoming with her walls, clinging into the deeper ends of her cunt, breaking down the imaginary lines of numbers and rope circling through your head.Â
âMy, fuckââ and you also choke out something too when she says that, the muted cry she let out while you take a moment to readjust, sliding out before you yank Sanaâs hips onto your cock again. âT-this is everything.âÂ
Like you need the exposition on the term everything. All of your worries wash away when you thrust more ferociously, the internal bomb in your brain ticking away the time every single speck of seconds that passes through burying your cock inside her. Youâre nowhere near gentle at this point, the squeeze that has you mirroring Sanaâs âhnnsâ over the claps of your thighs with hers, taking advantage of the arch in her back by hooking your arms underneath while one of her long legs locks around you.Â
âSo good,â she just groans out, relishing in the feeling of it. âDonât stopââÂ
Youâre also not safe from it either, fingers resting alongside her midriff where her hands are placed on top, grasping at the new angle of your hips where it has her wheezing, the fresh spot of heat hitting the base also making your lose your sense of awareness, reduced to nothing but just a desolate being of a husband thatâs throwing their marriage away.Â
Her creaming cunt only keeps you focused, the pretty sounds and remarks coming out of her mouth has you giving her expressions of confusion, lust, shock, and maybe that longing look of when you see someone at first sight and it just kills you, right then and there. The sheets come undone, a pillow is used as a secondary support underneath her back, a clutch of the tit and she does this simple evil grab of your hips while youâre ruthlessly pounding into her helpless body, utilized as a vice the more you hold your end of the bargain.Â
âSana, youâreââ and again, the mind blanks out of this small blurb of praise before she just giggles for her response, fucking her so throughly that youâre running the different combinations of tempos to get her even more ruined, fucked dumb, maybe even have her begging to be used over your cock like this again soon - the eventuality of that notion will be all too apparent when the sun rises the next morning.Â
She just clings to you, keeping your hips in motion while her hands cup around your face once more, pulling inward for that press of lips all over again like the beginning. You feel the wobbling lip, a thumb quick to keep her coaxing while she whimpers in absolute bliss.Â
âI want you,â she huffs, and youâre falling through the cracks with every steady stroke of your cock between the opening of her legs, âto make me cum. Make a mess out of me and this pussy.âÂ
Youâre taking shelter between her mounds, not wanting to look up in pension for the cardinal sins committed tonight, lips swiping up and down her neck that has Sana moan out in approval, the clamp of her walls tightening every return back to the bottom, her hands are over your back, tracing lines, fantasizing. Sheâs a fucking waterfall every thrust you take.Â
âIâm- fuckâyouâre gonnaâgonna make me cum so fucking hard.â you feel the pulse impending, the muffled squeak that she makes in your lips, sheâll be the first to fall. That eruption happens fast, the spasm and tighter grab in her walls around you while sheâs crying for now.Â
Nothing couldâve prepared you for this incident, a flashpoint in time that was probably bound to happen, fucking Sana in the walls of your own bedroom this hardâ âYouâre something else, just like you were meant to have me like this, God.âÂ
âKeep fucking me like this - god that feels so good, You and your cock itâs-â she huffs, barely smiling. She can see you slipping, at the edge, the litany of moans sounding like a siren out at sea. That mess she requested, youâll give it to her, bury your cock in the deepest depths where it shouldnât even be humanly possible, where the molten hot walls are bursting the thickness of your head, grinding out every cell and fiber - itâs possible. âFuck, thatâs so hot when youâre all fucked out for me.âÂ
âSana,â you say, and she has your hand over her tongue, licking up the thumb, and youâll swear that itâll do damage to you for centuries.Â
âMhm,â she responds nicely, the last bit of the hum coming out as a hitched whimper, âCum inside me.âÂ
Thatâs how sheâll want to do things. If she wants something, sheâll get it. You do the same amount of damage to her like she did to you while sheâs begging, whimpering, getting all of the lovely noises of being fucked out to oblivion out of her mouth until sheâs leaking - washing you over, from the legs, to the pillows and sheets. Stretching her out perfectly, get her to slur out phrases that she would say normally on occasions not like this, only to come back around and have you fill in between the gaps.Â
You slip, she slips, it wonât matter, because you or her will make the catch, that extra push deep, maybe harder. The velvety drag already has you addicted to her, the sight of her body above this hips was just the plus.Â
âGod, Sana. So fucking wonderful.â you snarl against the line of her cheek, one last final dip that has your cum flooding deep into her warm, velvety cunt.Â
The throbs of your cock has Sana mumuring softly, saying something like - yes, yes, keep fucking your cum into me, so that I can feel it - nice and hot, god yes.Â
You slide out halfway, and her hips buck from the tender motion while your hands rub her thighs. And you also black out for a second when a few more spurts coat her walls even more, the pullout quick for a fist around the head of your cock, covering her waist in the remaining bits of cum still left inside you - well fucked and sloppy.Â
Sanaâs eyelids flutter shut, your hand rubbing along the oblique of your hips, that sense of desire finally fading away when you fully realize what had just transpired in the past hour or so. The lights are off in the house with the illuminating glow of the moon breaking through the window, tinnitus ringing in your eardrums and your eyes are fixated on Sana again, cross-eyed on the cum-soaked fingers she has, taking the liberty of sucking on them shamelessly, and the fucking noises she makes has your jaw to the floor.Â
âThank you,â she says, sweetly, innocently, sitting up on the bed with her legs crossed, the trail of cum still apparent on her stomach. âYou certainly did not disappoint.âÂ
You, my friend, are entirely fucked.Â
âWhatâs gonna happen to us now?â you ask her, rubbing your face and shaking your head in disapproval while Sana cleans the rest of herself up with her fingers. âI think we madeââ
âDid I not tell you to worry?â Sanaâs quick to shut you down, her look cross while you donât even bother to meet her in the eye. This is supposed to feel wrong, it shouldnât feel like anything else besides that. She scoots herself over to you with a quick kiss to your cheek, one that you accept openly, but still feel pensive over.Â
âWe can talk about it later,â she says, sliding herself into the rumpled sheets, patting down the open space next to her. âWould you mind if I stay the night? In your room? And in your bed?âÂ
âI canât really turn down that offer,â you laugh, following along with a hand trailing up the side of her figure, giving a meaningful press of lips to the spot of her hair, âI actually like the company now.âÂ
âWould you also mind if I want it later when I canât sleep?âÂ
âIâm seriously gonna hate you for this when weâre done.âÂ
âBut Iâm asking nicely.â she says, and hums this sweet tone when you lay next to her, feeling her ass shimmying against your cock underneath. âYouâll say yes,right?â
âKeep up with the needy act, and maybe Iâll have to fuck the want right out of you.âÂ
Sana rolls herself on top of you, finger tracing the lines of your face again, sketching, the bottom of her lip tugged by a pair of teeth. Thereâs that sly smile again, mischievous. Itâs the reality now, sheâs won you over.Â
âConsider it a gift for you.â she adds, kissing you again before she goes slack on your chest, the wave of sleep finally setting in.Â
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(This actually comes later when you canât dream a wink, staring up at the high ceiling:Â
It only takes little effort for someone to make a house into a home - and you learn to the best extent possible, Sana slots in that missing piece where Dahyun is supposed to fill - without even fully realizing it.Â
Her and Dahyun are two sides of the same coin, both give you this sense of ease and confusion that has you looking off while theyâre trying to hide the inevitable laughs. Theyâre both also moodmakers with the way they look at you with the earnest smile, a reminder of one and the other that youâre not too far behind to follow.Â
Every nick of the mouth moving, the glint in their eyes that will break you down from the shackles of rational thoughts while the springs in your bed are supporting the absolute fucking youâre doing over them.Â
Maybe this summer will be saved after all.)Â
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When the crack of dawn breaks through the sunrise, youâre trying to recollect what little thoughts you have left of your deteriorating marriage; as in, whatâs gonna happen to you when Dahyun finds out youâve slept with her close friend who just happens to live in the house right next door, aside from other things. This space was now tainted in the heinous acts youâve committed but the only thing that was filling the front of your mind was the amount of work emails you saw on your phone while waking up.Â
âYouâre just gonna leave me here in the bed all alone?â Sana asks, your back still turned to her when you mindlessly flick up the switch to your bathroom.Â
A simple spin on the ball of your heel, and the image is just majestic to witness.Â
This 5â3 brunette thatâs all sunshine and rainbows, replaced by a deity that oozes sexiness and uncapped lust, lays on the side of her frame with an elbow propped up to support her head, hair still having that post-fuck frizziness to it, the sheets are covering most of her middle, but that outreaching left leg exposed, folds in, and you catch that slope of her hip, her ass is also not that far behind to look over.Â
You already know her body all too well. If you could put someone thatâs remotely close to the Greek god of Aphrodite, Sana would come very close to that.Â
âAre you really expecting yourself to stay here?â you ask, fishing for your toothbrush before washing it with one hand, the other grabbing the minty toothpaste that was adjacent to it in the cup. âYou know that I have work, not to mention working at home too.âÂ
You watch from the doorway when she sits up, the romp of her sheets falling over in front that shows that pale chest, her firm breasts that lay beneath her fine collarbones, thereâs a new set of hickeys - the hickeys, showing your favorite spot to soothe her while sheâs wailing in your arms, the rise and fall of her shoulders every breath let out has another wanting bite of her swollen lips.Â
âIs it too much to keep you company?â she asks again, tugging on the comforter, hoping that sheâll get the right answer out of you.
âItâs not that I mind about the company of you, itâs the fact that others would get suspicious.â you retort, placing down the brush filled toothpaste on the counter, âThatâs the last thing that I want to happen.âÂ
âHow long has Dahyun been at trial with her firm?âÂ
âAt least a couple weeks at this point.âÂ
âThatâs what I thought.âÂ
âYou need to go home.âÂ
âBut your place is a lot nicer than mine, clean also.â she smiles, looking up little by little when you approach her on the edge of the bed. A hand is outreached with hers, and itâs damning how well it fits with yours, the automatic reflex of brushing your thumb over the highest peak of her middle knuckle. You donât even flinch at the fact that sheâs moved your hand over to her breast, tracing her nipple. Itâs not hard to ease into these seductive advances, softly chuckling at the way Sanaâs tit has a sort of weight to them - perky, but impossible to resist.Â
âWhat am I gonna do with you?â you ask yourself, a little loudly for Sana to hear too, âI have to get ready.âÂ
âBreakfast on the table?âÂ
âHave you freshen up before you do the walk of shame next door.â you whisper, helping her up, swooping under her legs in a bridal carry. The tangle of her hairs on your chest when she leans her head in, laughing, the smell of citrus and lingering sweat. âThe comforter was too heavy and hot anyway.âÂ
Sana just giggles, waving her feet in the air, into the bathroom where her skin glows a little bit lighter. âWhatâs the point of having that open room next to yours if itâs not used?âÂ
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(Thereâs a lot of questions that donât get answered. Partly because Sana canât concentrate while youâre kneeling between her legs in the shower, lapping away at her clit, washing away any slick thatâs left out; her fingers are splayed out across the tile, slipping, dripping away from her hips.Â
You also shouldnât be whispering these sweet nothings into her ear either, kissing her as if in another reality, maybe this too, could be a thing. It isnât fair, itâs not right. She comes off as urgent, hoping to keep your mind off of the responsibilities sitting at your desk for just a little while longer. âDonât do this to me.â Thatâs a plea, your mouth hovering over her neck, she has your dress shirt draped over her on the kitchen island with her knees apart again, filling in the space while sheâs all porcelain teeth and warm tongue. She tugs on your lips like she wants every last bit of you, and itâs not worth fighting for. Her mouth gets on the cuff of your ear, and she whispers this spell, a curse rather, impending your fate even more:Â
âI think you know all of the things that I would do to you.â)Â
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Fucking Sana has its own luxury.Â
This living art piece wandering about in your house where no one else knows. She comes to your place, you go to hers, itâs a trade off thatâs very easy to do when youâre just a few steps away from each otherâs doors.Â
We could also talk about benefits. The benefits. She asks for a couple favors - a helping hand to clean the house (yours or hers) as an example - you have some requests of your own, mostly to just have a quick bite of her cooking or pull some aged alcohol that was gifted to you a long while ago, half the bottle already gone before the end of one night. It usually ends up with you sinking inside of her, caressing her gentle body, kissing the nape of her neck when your hips mesh with hers perfectly.Â
Itâs a new fun thatâs profound in yourself. This super popular model that has every hot contact of companies you could name off the top of your head in her phone, taking a quick hiatus for some âmeâ time. Sheâs got a solid income, her closet is full of brands that you take note of to give to Dahyun later down the line, and the sex man, itâs just fucking- well, terrific.Â
If having Sana all to yourself was the prime exclusivity in its own right, the girls she invites over make everything much more interesting, just aside from the fact that she comes unannounced most of the time. Oh, and that girl in her picture framed back at her place, Chou Tzuyu, sheâs a real sweetheart. Youâll have her tag along with Sana no matter what time of the day it is (or night, because youâll always be free outside of work when it counts).Â
Sana usually stays in your house more compared to hers, and she usually seeks you out first with a longing press of lips on yours. Tender, sweet, before you get into the best part of your regular business day, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and dumping a nice hot load between her thighs while she goes on doing whatever you need her to do around the house to keep herself busy.Â
She doesnât let you have your way that easily. Thereâs this business call youâre doing, talking about how the numbers donât really add up for this list of statistic report you were handed an hour prior, trying to fight the gravity of your head leaning forwardâ
âSana, your fucking mouth. So good, jesus.â you mutter, cradling her head while she taps your cock on her perfect lips, laving her tongue over before she dips down again, pushing you past the tightness of her throat.Â
âof the very person pushing your thighs apart underneath the desk when she primes at the very angle, bobbing her head slowly while maintaining that hypnotic friction of her hand over your shaft.Â
You hit the key binded to the mute button on the call, not giving a single ear of the person in the session rambling about well, if we could get an extra day or two with the new inputs for the program, then maybe we the numbers that are put together can line up with the graph - âand, let me get this straightââÂ
âMmph, god.â Youâre broken down to just a few simple actions, combing Sanaâs hair, guiding her silkly mouth onto your cock, and she doesnât let up the fucking pace. Youâve got your fingers intertwined with hers on your thigh, not giving a care of how sheâs so persistent to get you off like this, choking, drawing back for some air - her pinky and ring finger moving in this motion on the tip that has you shuddering.Â
âSuch a fucking hard worker,â she says, biting her lip, the glare in her eyes thatâs nearly demonic while her tongue slips along the underside and upper part of your cock. âHow could you talk so calmly while your dick is in my mouth?âÂ
âIâve had practice before,â you answer, slightly smirking at the memory of Dahyun doing the exact same to you long ago, itâs no different.
Keeping it together wasnât the option anymore, while the rush of Sanaâs mouth is drawn back to you, proceeding with the online meeting as planned, discussing the future plans delegated to your coworkers. Too bad that they canât hear the litany of gurgles and gags happening below your desk, struggling to not use one hand and keep Sana buried under there, watching with that lustful look in your eyes when she knows youâre about to pop, the shake of your leg as the sole hint to what she needs before putting both hands into the mix, all wet while every ounce of focus gets diluted to the ceiling.Â
The meeting eventually ends while groaning at Sanaâs throat bottoming you out, spilling inside that heat with a weak buck of your hips, shoving everything into her where your balls meet her chin. It just happens, more and more; her mouth is so fucked for you that some of the cum gets on her teeth when you slide out of her. The worst part: youâre still fucking leaking, getting it on her bottom lip, another rope above her eyebrow; the splatter doesnât even end when she lightly presses a thumb down at the base and you get another drop to her cheek - it still isnât fair when she wraps her fingers around, lightly stoking while your entire lower half of your body is still twitching once the work is all done.Â
Sana can be evil, but she goes back to being a bundle of joy when she plants a kiss to the tip, pushing your chair back and kisses you back on the lips, wiping some remnants of your cum from your lips onto her fingertip while she sucks them cleanly. âProductive call?âÂ
âGot a few more clients to talk to, but thanks. I needed that.â you sigh, fingers on her chin to assess the proof, nodding Sana off to go ahead and wash up before cooking lunch.Â
âYou still want the usual meal?âÂ
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Sana goes away for a few days, and the place gets hollow again.Â
You have the phone in your ear with your manager to talk about potential vacation time (talk about great timing too), and with a press of a button on the TV, you see the headline on the channel broadcast:Â
Dahyun and her firm won the trial. Which means that sheâs finally coming home.
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Dahyunâs homecoming is a bit short lived when you wait for her right on the street, her personal chauffeur rolling away while sheâs walking to you with a duffel bag, a carry-on luggage, and her briefcase that she sets down before jumping into your arms. She smells soapy, a nice tinge of lavender when you bury your nose into the midpoint of her collar and neck. You tell her that youâre proud, give her the necessary congrats before dishing out the reassurance that you didnât burn the goddamn place down while she was out saving her own job.Â
âYou didnât miss much,â you say, watching Dahyun take a longing bite of the salmon dish you cooked for her, the hum of approval with that smile youâve missed so much for god knows how many weeks has it been. âBesides the fact that you were saving your career, I kept myself busy with the projects at mine.âÂ
âReally,â she starts, âI would think that youâd drive yourself insane up until I finally managed to get back. That racing sim setup would literally drive your attention away from me, so I thought that was one of the things to keep you busy.âÂ
âI didnât even have the whole thing unboxed yet,â you manage, swiping her glass of water for you to drink out of while she drives the knife into the food for another slice. âIf anything, I was just cooped up in my office while keeping the house nice and tidy.âÂ
âGood to know. Have you been doing stuff with the others while I was gone?âÂ
âWho do you mean?âÂ
âI mean. Jihyo, Mina, maybe even Sana.â Dahyun says, and your gaze shifts from stoic to this more pensive one; like the last name makes you remember things that youâre not supposed to. âYou did help with Sana right?âÂ
âI did. I was hoping that she left a handful of messages for you to read when you got off the plane.âÂ
The doorbell rings, and your wife is quick to answer it with that fast-paced walk of hers. By the time she opens the door, the home is filled with a familiar sound that was echoing through the hallways not that long ago, a week, three weeks even.Â
Sana greets Dahyun with a loving embrace much like yours earlier this morning. Their conversation was pretty much filled with the usual âwhen did you get back?â, âyou have to fill me in on everything that happened at your work!â, and âdid you give him a hard time with the stuff you asked him to do?â All of these questions have your head at an angle when you see the pair of them cling onto each other, like lost friends who havenât seen each other but miraculously reunite at an airport after who knows what time frame youâd put them in.Â
(Sana gives you this gaze, one that will have you kicking your heels while she combs down Dahyunâs hair, that sly smile of a girl who knows what they did, what she does to you.)Â
You do nothing, just give her the simple wave and smile like nothing ever happened, while your mind plays a whole different tune and movie in the back of your head.Â
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(A small tidbit about montages: these moments in time from here on out to help shape up how stories play going forward. Itâs not pretty, playing Sanaâs game of chess while the âoh, my wife doesnât know I cheated on her with her best friend who just happens to be our next door neighborâ runs in your head.Â
The blips donât also fucking help either:
Instance #1: Another house party hosted by you and Dahyun where you bump into Sana in the kitchen, who returns with a playful tap to your crotch and a smack to your ass that has you buckling forward while you hear her laugh fade into the crowd.
Instance #2: Sana comes over for a movie night with Dahyun. While she went to use the bathroom, she uses this as an advantage to straddle over your lap, sucking your face up with her lips like a vacuum in the dark before she hurries back to her original spot on the couch, fixing up her hair and wiping her lips, playfully pointing at the hickey underneath your jaw that has you rolling her eyes by the time Dahyun settles back in the seat. Â
And finally, instance #3: The infamous office room incident. Where you had a dinner party with the neighbors again to celebrate your promotional achievement of heading this massive project that would benefit into making electric cars more affordable for the common money maker. Everyone is having fun with the drinks and partying aspect of it while Sana is on her knees, again, in the dark, deepthroating your cock with the door open for anyone to notice. All urges are off the table when you and her stow yourselves away into the guest room (with the meticulously placed soundproof foam pads all over the walls) when you have Sanaâs light body bouncing over your cock, hammering down her hot cunt for a few minutes while she bites her own finger when you switch up the tempo to be more slow, loving, a deliberate way where she can really feel every throb inside her. She has a hand to the small of your back, youâre covering her moans with your palm, making her cum over and over until sheâs walking to her house with a stutter in her step.Â
More incidents did occur, but thereâs got to be a sense of craziness if weâre thinking of going through all of them.)Â
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âIâd say that things are pretty normal now,â you say, arm around Dahyunâs back with fingertips just grazing the top of her ass, legs over your lap while taking shade on the couch in the backyard patio, hanging out with a quartet of drinks on the table, two for you, and the other two for Sana and Tzuyu.Â
Theyâre here on another hot Thursday, not wanting to risk a brownout with the a/c running for more than the viable six to eight hours that youâd normally have while working, taking a dip in the pool for a bit. Two pretty girls in clad bikinis: Sana in a revealing two piece that barely covers her nipples and pussy, Tzuyu in a striking singular bathing suit that shows those luscious thighs almost having you drool when she gets out of the water.Â
âThis was so much better than just walking around in our underwear around the house.â Tzuyu says, laughing, grabbing her bottle of this brand you pulled from the fridge when she takes a nice swig. You remember the faint memory of waking up one morning with Tzuyu and Sana, both of them taking turns fucking you in different parts around the house. Tzuyu on the couch in the living room and Sana again on your office chair, hopping along your cock while youâre typing in a report on the desktop.Â
Sanaâs laugh fills the atmosphere when she talks about pushing Dahyun into the pool, her look unamused when you stare at her in bewilderment while she sees Dahyun slap your shoulder, motioning you to take on the defensive. âYou really have nothing else better to do than to spend your time with us.âÂ
âYou and Dahyun are good company.â Sana says, dismissively, hand on Tzuyuâs thigh to also include her in the conversation.Â
Dahyun shifts her legs off of your lap, pulling them in towards her while you sit up, leaning forward for the empty bottles before youâre stopped by Sana and Tzuyu, who both offered to get another round of drinks back inside while you relax. The pair of them both walk away, arm in arm, two beautiful girls with both bearing breathtaking asses, all within line of your eyesight.Â
âYou donât think I know,â Dahyun says, snapping your gaze immediately back to her.Â
âKnow what?â you say, crossing your arm over while she leans in closer to you, making a face that looks very serious, but not threatening. A lick of your inner lip sends you uneasy while Dahyunâs eyes stare deeply into your soul. That deepening pit of anxiety inside your stomach has you second guessing on whether or not being honest and transparent with your wife should be the best route to go knowing what you did. What youâve done.Â
âNothing,â she answers after, âWanted to test something out of you.â Dahyun then leans her head into your collarbone while you stare out into the blue horizon hearing the sounds of Sana and Tzuyu come back with another bundle of bottles waiting to be downed.Â
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This happens entirely on a whim, and when youâre not even a part of the picture.Â
Sana answers the door to her house, eyes shooting up when Dahyunâs at the top step, smiling with a bag from the bakery and a full bottle of sparkling cider.Â
Itâs the usual game of the catch-up conversation, Dahyun talks about her draining work from the trial, plus her extended vacation time handed by her boss. Sana talks about the upcoming collabs that sheâs been appointed to, a plane waiting with an open door for her on the taxiway by the end of the month.Â
Exchanging laughs, quick memories of their past hangouts. The high-school reunion type vibe has this sense of nostalgic feeling between the two of them, but Dahyun drops the act completely out of nowhere to talk about more pressing matters.Â
âHow long?â she asks Sana, placing her glass neatly on the counter across from her.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â Sana says, swallowing down a lump of bread down her throat, worrying. âDid I do something wrong?âÂ
âI know youâve been getting cozy with him,â Dahyun says flatly, âI just want you to tell me if thatâs true or not.âÂ
âAbout?âÂ
âGetting his dick all up inside of you like you wanted.âÂ
âI thought you were okay with it?âÂ
âI never said anything remotely close to that.â Dahyun sighs, grabbing the half-full bottle of cider before downing it straight from the opening, placing it down right after while Sana taps her finger on the counter. âBesides, heâs probably worried that our marriage is ruined.âÂ
âDoesnât seem that way.âÂ
âSana, what are you implying?âÂ
âWhat Iâm implying,â Sana prompts sweetly, stepping towards Dahyun around the counter, snaking a hand down her waist where itâs open in the crop-top, kissing her by surprise. Dahyunâs mouth opens wider, fingers curling around the nape of Sanaâs neck, like an old memory locked away coming to light again. âIs that we show your lovely man that shouldnât be the case between us.âÂ
She dips her face into Dahyunâs again, the kiss more intoxicating than the first initial contact. Itâs how Dahyun melts down from Sana, the way her spine curves backwards, Sanaâs hands there at the perfect time to support her, both of them are panting into it, how open they were about their feelings for each other before you waltzed in to have Dahyun all to yourself.Â
âI hate how I like you and him both.â Dahyun gasps when Sana plants her lips across her neck, her hands grasping her waist and ass that gets this hum of approval from Sana on her skin. âMaybe we could find a probable compromise to solve this little problem?âÂ
âIs it the same compromise Iâm thinking of seeing his pretty eyes when we cum all over his cock?â Sana asks with a wink while Dahyun just giggles into her chest.Â
âI love it when you and I are on the same page.âÂ
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A sigh leaves your lips when you hear how the metal grinds inside the lock of your doorknob, pushing the front door open to see the surprise of an article of clothing, sitting at your feet, tilting your head to the side when you pick it up to see that it was a cropped shirt. The soft sound of the humidifier fills the eerie silence when your eyes notice another piece of clothing a few inches away from the shirt, connecting the dots in your mind realizing the trail of clothes up the stairs.Â
Once up the steps, the pieces start to get larger: first a shirt, then some stockings, the door leading into your bedroom was ajar, the knob hanging with two pairs of panties. The hinges on your door squeak but so quietly, and your ears are greeted with a familiar laugh, not just one, but two.Â
Without producing any more noise to make your presence known, your eye captures the sight of Sana on your bed, dipping her head lower to a girl laying underneath, caressing her face while the other girl giggles, returning the kiss openly. Itâs pretty peculiar, when you also realize that both of them are naked on your mattress, itâs also really fucking peculiar when you connect the dots that the girl laying underneath Sana is Dahyun of all people.Â
âI suppose that Sanaâs little secret was finally let out by her.â you finally say, leaning on the door frame with the smooth wood wide open. And when the both look up at you, Sana looking up and forward, Dahyun looking from under while laying still, fuck, itâs sending signals to your brain at the image of them on top of each other like this, a mesh of skin on skin, their pretty faces stacked on their chins - you could sketch it on an easel, because thatâs a literal art piece in real time.Â
Your mind doesnât even register the few seconds after, when both Dahyun and Sana make way towards you, the movement of their bodies in perfect sync, hypnotized at the way you watch how they stand on their tiptoes - ghosting their hands all over your chest and hips while your hands tend to their asses, palm at the defined fit of them, softly laughing.Â
âWe had,â Sana and Dahyun both say each word in different pauses, something straight out of a horror movie at the way they ad lib each otherâs utterances. âAn idea,â Sana adds. âThat youâd hope youâll like.â Dahyun finishes. âWould you like to see what we were discussing?âÂ
(God picked your battles, and maybe you could let him off the hook just this once.)Â
âImpress me,â you simply say, while Sana pulls your head into hers when she kisses you in front of Dahyun.Â
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So Sana and Dahyun return to the positions where you first found them.
The only difference being, Dahyun hanging her head off the bed upside down, dragging her tongue across the seam of your balls while Sanaâs tongue slips inside your mouth, her slender fingers giving these languid strokes to your cock while the pair of them just hum in content, getting you ready when all of the gears are primed to click.Â
The contrast between the two of them, Sana being gentle with her lips while Dahyun is the complete opposite with hers, aggressive with the way her tongue swipes across the underside of your cock, her hands wrapped around your thighs to get more of those lavish licks at the base that has you counting stars behind your eyelids early.Â
âHow are you rock fucking hard?â Sana husks, brushing her lips against yours while Dahyun leaves a path of pecks to your inner thigh before she rolls her body over, looking up with her doe eyes while Sana lets herself fall right next to her, flipping her hair back while the sheets crinkle at the elbows, reflecting the same look before flashing her eyes back at Dahyun. âMakes me wonder who youâre gonna finish inside of at the end of this.âÂ
âDidnât know that this was a competition,â you say, mind zoning out when Sana draws her tongue up your underside now in a quick lick, Dahyun smiling on the opposite end doing the same exact thing, that will most definitely bite back your words.Â
Itâs only right that Dahyun gets to be the first to push your head into her mouth, inhaling a bit while her tongue smoothes out across the area, delicately brushing along the length that sends the synapses in your spine on an electrical current. Sana just looks in awe at how much your wife is taking you, twisting a hand in play while she plants a wet kiss to her temple.Â
You could get lost in the finesse of how Dahyunâs small hands skate up your length, the cushion of her mouth already enough to have your tongue between your teeth, but Sana didnât come her to just watch, tapping lightly on her shoulder and sliding you out of one heat into the next, and the expectation you had for Sana blowing you always gets thrown out the window.Â
âFucking whore she is,â Dahyun rasps when Sana lowers her lips more down your cock, rolling along with the lightest graze of her teeth along the top, a twitch of your legs with a billowing puff of your cheeks to let them know that what theyâre doing is working. How many times has he let you blow him under the desk? You hear Dahyun ask Sana, pulling some stray strands of hair from her side when she clasps her lips at the base, keeping you there in the sweltering heat.Â
âOh Dahyun,â Sana reprimands, âYou have no idea how much Iâve made him cum while you were away.âÂ
A hand is thrown into the mix, behind both of their heads when they meet the glints in their eyes, uniformly taking your cockhead from the side, slowly sliding down at the suction, how they both fluidly slide you in their mouths in alternating fashion. Sana popping with her mouth, Dahyun swiping along the slit the next second.Â
âChrist girls,â and you could hear the giggles of satisfaction to your amazement when they both have a hand along the length, stroking slowly to the point you canât even look them in the eye. âYou had this planned for a while now, havenât you?âÂ
âI was against Sanaâs crazy idea,â Dahyun purrs, face flushed when you notice that Sanaâs hand is at her rear, fingers dipping into her cunt thatâs already slicked up, waiting to be stretched, âbut then she convinced me otherwise after some- propper persuasion.âÂ
âTell me,â Sana chimes in, that innocent pout with her pursed lips doing absolutely no justice to how she looks right now, âWho do you think is the bigger slut between the two of us, me? Or Dahyunie?âÂ
Dahyun guwaffs when she leans into your palm, slapping your cock along her lips while you thumb the soft skin on her temple, swiping the underside of your head makes you grit your teeth at the amount of teasing theyâre both doing. âMaybe he should fuck our faces to see,â she suggests, âWho could choke the hardest over this fucking cock.âÂ
(With a pair of wide open eyes, you could only mouth the word, âfuck.â)Â
âYouâd like that anyway, wonât you daddy?âÂ
The obedience settles in when both of these girls let their hands rest on the edge of the bed, finger and thumb wrapped around your cock when you tell both of them to hang their mouths open, rubbing your tip around the rim of Sanaâs lips when she opens wider, wider until her jaw fully slacks at the whole length, and you love how sheâs a pro at this.Â
You take your deserved pleasure of how each of these girls' mouths feel around you. Sanaâs lips being so unbearably perfect with those pretty lips of hers, sliding out and have Dahyun practically inhale your cock next, her eyes blinking up over the tight seal she has over you. âJesus, babyââÂ
Sana helps play the guide fucking your cock more into Dahyunâs mouth, the subtle flick she has sliding around with every move and thrust flushing into her throat. Her small lips were already ahead of the curve mirroring Sanaâs movements a few minutes ago, the pressure sending waves from your hips up, lightly clutching her hair to keep the ache building.Â
âTaking your baby so well, huh?â Sana growls over the sound of Dahyun desperately slipping her head down your length. âYou like how sheâs deepthroating you after not having your cock for a whole month?âÂ
âFeels so fucking good,â you answer, spreading your legs apart to keep Dahyunâs mouth on your cock warm, moaning so loud when Sanaâs other hand works your balls, fingernails scratching along the ridges of skin while she fingers her, the moans sending vibrations along your shaft nearly breaking you. âKeep- gonna cum on this pretty fucking face.âÂ
Borderline filthy, almost off the fucking rails. Sana doesnât like to play fair when she pulls Dahyun off of your cock, the drag of her tongue stripped off with a line spit connecting to her lips thatâs soon catered to Sanaâs mouth kissing Dahyun again, and the sight in itself is a blessing that youâll never take for granted, how their faces tilt every second they meet, the smile breaking at the corner where you could notice them, delicately letting their fingers explore their faces, hooking into their hair and necks, the rise and fall of their shoulder every breath taken.Â
Sanaâs head spins out of control when sheâs pushed onto the pillows of the bed, propping on her elbows while Dahyun spreads her knees apart more, kissing up the line of her inner thigh. âDahyun,â she rasps, head reeling back when sheâs getting close to the center, âIâve been dreaming of this to happen for so long: you eating me out while your husband is oh- looks like heâs already ahead of theââÂ
You donât pay attention to their short exchange of words, relishing in the taste of Dahyunâs pussy, licking past the slit when you grip her asscheeks a little more tighter, a slip of the tongue over her clit, lapping up in the ways that you know your wife likes.Â
Like the trail of clothes to the bedroom, your vibrations transfer up to Dahyunâs mouth and into Sanaâs cunt; itâs a connecting line of fucking when you slide your tongue deeper, where the heat is the most hot, hooking your arms over Dahyunâs thighâs while Sana grips her head, whimpering the moans where sheâs left struggling for air.Â
âLook at us, Dahyun, shit, heâs eating away at you, youâre eating away at me, this is so fucking good.âÂ
Sanaâs the first to sputter, the amount of hums in approval, cracking under the faults. You and Dahyun are on the same page when youâre slipping two fingers in - then three; Dahyun catches on while getting fucked over, adding her four fingers into Sanaâs stretching pussy. Sheâs gonna lose it.Â
That whine she makes, when sheâs over the edge, itâs the missing symphony in your ears.Â
âYes, Iâm cumâ gonna fucking cum,â she cries out, Dahyun leans all the way in, back arched in a way that would rival a gymnast. The way your fingers are clutching at her snowy skin, enough to easily scratch and draw bruises, sheâs quivering when youâve also made her reach the peak like Sana: these meaningless sounds, air getting more static through their tracheas.Â
âOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!â Dahyun whines out matching Sanaâs volume, hips tensing while your mouth is pressing against the pucker of her ass, tongue and finger tag teaming while she fucks Sana through her sensitive pussy, past the first hurdle of cumming and skating a pair of fingertips over her clit, making Sana lock her knees while the circles on her nub continue, speaking complete nonsense and in mewls.Â
âIâll fuck you now, just like you wanted.â you spit, pulling yourself closer to Dahyun by the hips, her whole body relaxing when you have the head of your cock, skimming the folds of her pussy while Sana cradles her head on her boobs, leaving languid kisses while Sana puts her legs up underneath.Â
âNeed itââ Dahyun pants, only to be shut up by Sana kissing her again to keep her dazed.Â
âWhat do you need, honey?â you ask, leaning forward to kiss the line of her back, hand massaging her waist before you retract your hand up the dunes of her hip, onto the divot of her hip while impulsively smacking your wifeâs ass that makes her yelp at how hard you hit it.Â
âYour cock- need your cock inside me-â She can barely answer while sheâs drunk at the teasing of your cock along her pussy while Sanaâs lips work her neck. âNeed you to fuck me.â
âWell, heâs gonna have his work cut out for you isnât he?â Sana asks, massaging Dahyunâs waist while the top of your thigh meets Sanaâs ass, licking your finger to make her squeal when you rub it on her clit, and you get several. âFucking our brains till weâre drained.â she tells you, watching as you stroke the length of your cock. How long could you hold out? How much can you handle? Youâll be good for us, let you easy- until youâre cumming a whole fucking mess.Â
Sana means business, Dahyun is already putty just waiting to be put back into a tube and spilled over on the bed. âYou two will be good girls for me, and Iâll fuck you guys right.âÂ
You mean what you say, itâs in existence. And when you push your head into Dahyunâs perfect pussy, the opening rips out a tone within her that youâll always remember - sucking in an air at the clamp, taking you all the way. Sana smiles at the wince Dahyun makes, holding her face when you pull back, slowly thrusting halfway, the tightness leaving you speechless.Â
That very moment where youâre sinking - where you donât even have to say anything. (Because Dahyun was just made to take your cock that doesnât feel undeserving at all.) Her ass is spread out, cunt gripping the whole fucking length while she buries her head into Sanaâs neck. You could also hear a hush come from Sanaâs lips while youâre still fixated on your cock disappearing inside of Dahyun.Â
âJust-â Dahyun sputters, the octave in her voice going up pitch by pitch, fucking her soaking hole while youâre pushing everything to the possible ability you can, where you can feel the clench around your head, sobbing, hands over the dough of her ass, getting her cock drunk until you senselessly empty yourself inside her.Â
âHarder,â Sana chides, tongue on the neck while sheâs the supporting beam of the shaking girl laying on top of her. âI want her to be broken in two.âÂ
So you keep pounding, this familiar angle with your hips to where Dahyun has died before, shrieking while she feels like sheâs floating in her head. When you see her head move over to the side, her profile in view, youâre blown away by the fade of her blush, Sanaâs hand underneath to her chin, her back arched to the highest point she could possibly have it in, pistoning yourself in like it wasnât the daily routine as it is, not ever realizing that it would never stop being like this.Â
When her moans reach the apex, you could see Dahyun mouthing something, a wobbling lip hindering for her to even say the words properly - Baby, Iâm gonna fuckingâ cum so hard on your-Â
One final push in, and her entire lower half shakes, a dam finally cracking under the pressure.Â
Sanaâs just there to admire the artwork of her face, while reassuring that everything will be taken care of once all of this is done, a kiss to the lips while your cock continues to slowly plunge deep, cumming on your hips, the warmth too comfy to even leave. This would be great, one more sense of presence in the bed that will be a mainstay from now on.Â
âLook at you doing so well for him,â Sana says, and sheâs still laughing, drunk on the sounds of Dahyun while her half-lidded eyes are telling a different tale. âYouâve missed his big fucking cock, fitting so perfectly inside you, hmm? Look at how much you creamed all over him, ugh, filthy.âÂ
Dahyun just shudders while youâre massaging her inner thigh, pulling the head of your cock out of her fucked pussy, slapping the head agasint the sensitive clit, and you chuckle lightly at the small twitches she makes every hit that she feels; once, twice, thrice, and even the fourth.Â
âWas that enough to satisfy you?â you ask, learning over to get your face in between the two pretty girls, getting a whiff of your wifeâs hair while Sanaâs quick to plant her lips on the cuff of your ear, bold, trying to hide how badly she wants the next go at you railing her. âCould you take more tries before your cunt gets my load all up inside of you?âÂ
âSheâs not gonna answer that for you right away.â Sana sliding herself down, her fingers fluttering around your shaft. She does these circular motions alongside the skin that had your head sideways the other day back on the couch, realizing how sterile you were at being delicately handled, sheâll play that to her advantage, and she always finds something new.Â
âNow that you had your fill with her,â she continues on with this while showering Dahyun with peppered kisses across her breasts. âDonât you think I should have a go? Make you throb to the point where I get to feel the teeny bits of precum before you burst?âÂ
âSana, thatâs not nice.â you tell her, lightly tapping Dahyunâs waist, leaning over to the nook of her neck to whisper something. Have her something to do while keeping Sanaâs mouth occupied, because I hate how she doesnât shut up about things like these. And Dahyun follows along, still coming down on her high, shimmying her way up on her knees and when she finally hovers over Sanaâs face, you see the quick peek of her tongue tip in preparation while your fingers are working fast around Sanaâs thighs, pulling her towards you and priming Dahyun for the perfect angle.Â
âShould we shut this little slut up, honey?â Dahyun asks, biting her lip at you while you slapping your cock along Sanaâs folds, to an amount enough for her to hide the growl coming out of her mouth. âI think sheâs a little too antsy for the both of us.âÂ
âLadies first,â you smirk, providing the common courtesy, dipping your cockhead in before backing out, catching the small âfuckâ being let out by Sana. Dahyun takes the quick moment of weakness as an opportunity to finally sit on her face, her hand also quick to rub her clit while the womanâs open mouth on her pussy starts to tear away at the threads, and you know Sana well enough to describe the feelings.Â
Itâs listed as this: tight, so fucking tight to the point that it should be considered to a world class delicacy thatâs not meant to be enjoyed leisurely.Â
That sharp draw of air through the thin lines of your teeth, finding that leverage into her cunt, easing into her, trying not to get ahead of yourself when sheâs finally flush with your hips. You could hear the hum of satisfaction through Dahyun, her hand gripping Sanaâs hairs between her legs, lightly grinding her cunt over her wet, hot mouth.Â
âRight there, yeah, there we go.â How your cock stretches alongside the walls, spreading her apart. Itâs always a real show to keep both eyes open on, no quarter of the inch left behind. Sana would be this tornado that swoops in places, taking people off their feet. In trade for that, she offers a grace with her person - a vibe that comes off as rich, tied to materialism, to be used as a personal fucktoy when the time is right, and that instance of âtimeâ happens to be legitimately, every time.Â
You could take days to figure out how you managed to get in this position. Itâll only take you hours, minutes; hell, maybe even less than a few milliseconds to wrap your head around the fact of how full you make Sana with your cock, providing the same structure of strokes, slowly building up pace like with Dahyun a few minutes ago.Â
âHowâs he feeling, Sana? Does he fill you up well like he said that he would?â Dahyun finally says, hair curtaining the right side of her face while Sanaâs eyes can only look up while her mouth works her pussy again. The gluttal sounds of moans and chokes and smacks of Sanaâs lips on Dahyunâs other lips, the only thing that she can do while youâre splitting Sana apart, her also doing some small movements so that she could fuck herself back onto your cock.Â
Dahyun pulls her hips up for Sana to speak, âOh baby, itâs fucking me so deep. Want him - want daddy to fuck this pretty pussyâall for him.âÂ
âIs that something you can doâŠfuck her cunt the same way you fucked my cunt?âÂ
This takes a pause, flashing a gaze to Dahyun while you could feel the muscles flex in Sanaâs legs and hips, driving yourself into her continuously, keeping a rhythm in check. The demand thatâs being proposed doesnât even register in your mind and Dahyun does this swift motion of doing a complete one-eighty of her hips, pressing her ass down onto Sanaâs forehead, leaning over with a hand onto her waist while the other pulls your face in with her small fingers. Youâll have to pay attention, because her lips are quick to keep you from snapping out of Sanaâs perfect pussy.Â
âWhat are you asking me toââÂ
âI want youââ one kiss to get you drunk from Dahyun, âto fuck her properlyââ another kiss to keep focus, âuntil she cumsââ nothing wrong with having a third kiss, âall over this perfect cock.âÂ
Your hand is quick to reach across for Dahyunâs breast, kneading it in a way that she knows that sheâs still yours, her eyes flickering down to the sight of your cock sinking back into Sanaâs blown cunt, floating a pair of fingers on the clit, watching as you tear her apart, not wanting to shy or look away herself.Â
Sanaâs quick to pull her face off of Dahyunâs ass, gasping for air before sweeping the flat of her tongue across her pussy once again, âSo fucking perfect for me, daddy, please, donât stop,â is what she says to you while you can see her legs go limp slightly from the sides.Â
The creaks of your lofted bed frame are singing at the shift of movement between the bedsheets and pillows, pulling yourself (with Sana inside still) up to the edge, planting both of your knees when you bottom yourself a little bit more deeper. You notice the image of Sanaâs face fucked out, how sheâs blushing, twisting her head to the right with her eyes closed, Dahyun manages to stave off to the side, taking a momentary break while you carry on with teasing Sanaâs swollen clit, getting a few whines, moving her head against the sheets in a brief tantrum.Â
âHad enough yet?â you had the frame of asking, smiling alongside the line of Sanaâs neck while the temporary angle of your cock just nudges that one spot youâve managed to hit a couple times, the symphony of Sanaâs little âohâsâ when a small move of the hips just has Sanaâs cunt clenching the head of your cock to send you gasping as well.Â
âStop - stop with the questions,â she huffs, body stiffening before the wave of relaxation when youâre leaving more pretty bruises along the drawn canvas of her middle, licking up the deserved sweat of your hard work thatâs also staining the sheets, along with the soaking thatâs between your legs and hers.Â
You get a command, Sana looks up in a panic when Dahyun tells you to start fucking her harder, lifting the small of her back to get her horizontal with the mattress.Â
The levels just only seem to go up higher than then; Sanaâs eyes being pulled down and rolled back. She knows youâre hitting the right spot, because of how sheâs lightly pulling her legs up, you doing most of the support when sheâs drawing these hitches of air, shuddering all over your waist while you push her beyond that edge. Her head is doing this bobbing motion when you slide with that upstroke, and you could feel the drag of her nails digging into your forearms that would seem accidental in another circumstance.Â
Dahyun plays spectator, catching her breath, hand toying between her thighs while youâre fucking the girl beneath you into a spilled puddle all over your lap.Â
âAre you seriously getting off without my help?â you ask, effortlessly gliding into the folds of Sanaâs cunt. âTouching yourself while your best friend is taking my cock, sweetie? God, look at her, sheâs wrecked.âÂ
Sana pulls you in with little strength she has left, able to get her arms around your neck and shoulders, tightening that pull even more against you.Â
âWant you to cum,â she pleads, âI want you to cum inside and just, fuck, you donâtââ Itâs miserable, hopeless, the power you have to just do exactly that with the way both Dahyun and Sana are both moaning and panting and just straight up rubbing both of their swollen clits while the length of your cock is still drowning in one of them.Â
Itâs how you do these broad strokes, slowly, strategically, a technique that youâve perfected over the amounts of times youâve got yourself completely fucked over, balls tapping above the pucker of Sanaâs ass when pulling yourself in from the top of her thighs, a holding point while doing the best punishment of teasing you could ever do for someone like her.Â
(Calling Dahyun over: shut this bitch up for me, please?)Â
Itâll do you numbers in which: youâre still fucking Sana insanely hard still, with Dahyunâs head hovering above the present action.Â
Sanaâs clutching on to Dahyunâs leg, pressing her eyes into the skin, not wanting to let this fantastic feeling ever end, muttering all of the lovely things that sheâs told you before multiple times. You could see the tug on her lips, tilting your head at how familiar the look was because youâve seen it the first few times at how she couldnât believe that youâd feel this good inside her, to get her stomach transformed into ashes and have her seeing stars. Sanaâs body is âPandoraâs boxâ full of lust, just waiting to be opened until youâll give her opulence of what she needs from you, to fill her up.Â
âFuck her through and through,â Dahyun orders with this hint of anger, âneed to see her cumââÂ
âGive me your mouth, princess,â retreating from Sanaâs exhausted cunt and getting Dahyunâs mouth all over you, cleaning up the mess of Sanaâs slick right off of your length, stomach dipping when her throat swallows almost the entire half.Â
Your ears are zeroing in on the gags your wife is making on your cock, doing a double feature while her fingers are rubbing Sanaâs clit to keep that ache, grasping a high ponytail with one hand, sucking away that will have you dreaming that the tension is almost tempting of spilling inside her throat right at that second. Dialing back with what little warning you have left, slipping back into the other hot warmth below her chin.Â
Despite the numbness clouding your brain, the obscene sounds of hums and whines tie in perfect tandem while youâre gliding back into Sanaâs cunt, alternating between the tender rings of muscles, stretching around your cock in a one-two step: Dahyunâs mouth sliding and slobbering down your length, teasing Sana with your cockhead in her cunt massaging the walls around that squeezing vice.Â
Youâre not at fault for when it happens: face red hot from within, the sound that rips through your vocal cords while your knees buck at the sensation of Sanaâs ass bouncing back off the edge of the bed, and the small gyration of her hips when youâve driven all the way to the hilt, she can sense it too.
Again, youâre not at fault for the way your cock pulsates that first second inside Sanaâs sopping fuckhole, the first shots at the deepest pit where you could take it, twitching while youâre trying to save yourself from losing all of it from the first hold. Any second longer inside that lovely heat will have you rethinking your life choices up until this point.Â
You pull out, fist tight around your cock when you could see the lower point of your tip, giving an act of generosity firing another shot of cum inside Sana, cock out in the air where Dahyun sees the opportunity to lean in, drinking in the remaining spill thatâ
Scratch that, itâs not remaining, because youâre cumming everywhere.Â
Thereâs drops of white spilling from the front of her lower lips, pumping out the leaks on the flat of Sanaâs stomach. Shit, you even managed to get a few globs on Dahyunâs cheek, even up to Sanaâs right tit. Itâs all fucked, you almost topple over on top the both of them, the arm serving as a last gasp foothold while the color drains from your face.Â
Dahyun pushes you up with both of her hands, staring at you with the splotches of your release slowly sliding down alongside her cheek. Sheâs taken aback with the load, but what she does with itâ
(Well, donât be surprised. Sheâs the love of your life for godâs sake.)Â
Two fingers skate off some of the cum off her profile, rubbing it on her lips. You draw yourself away while Dahyun helps Sana sit up on the bed, her hand quick to dip under her cunt where she picks up more of your cum that youâve spilt inside. Sana catches on quick to lick off the cum off of Dahyunâs cheek, tongue sliding across the plane to swallow, the small âmmsâ and audible smacks of lips colliding. Dahyun just laughs when she examines her palm, placing it underneath her mouth and Sanaâs both of them licking the dribble up like two birds in a bath, washed over with sweat and slick and filthy andâ
âSo fucking gross,â Dahyun says, finger to the arch of Sanaâs brow, wiping a wisp of hair off. âLike, are you gonna be so full of yourselfââ
âHey,â Sana tuts, âDonât get all mad now that Iâve managed to push his buttons better than you.â She then slumps herself over Dahyunâs lap, hand massaging her waist while Dahyun leans back on her palms, crossing one leg up the edge to support her head. They both get secluded in their own little world, whispering these different sayings to each other with a soft smile at one, a scrunched nose to the other.Â
You manage to slot yourself to the side, next to Dahyun, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, âI thought this wasnât a competition over me.âÂ
The pair simply roll their eyes, Dahyun runs her fingers through Sanaâs hair, unconsciously, affectionately. Theyâre still coming down from all the fucked out clarities while they simply - just - look. Being proven wrong wasnât that much of a loss in itself; in fact, it was actually inviting when youâre giving them the same confused expression that has the brain questioning everything from the plain existence to whether or not this new reality was even sustainable amongst the three of you.Â
âWe could all agree to an accord together,â Sana says enthusiastically, âlike distinguished human beings- or, something like that.âÂ
(I mean, thereâs a blueprint to draw up for that extra room anyway, but youâll get to that later.)Â
â
Itâs during one Saturday morning, when the plates and bowls of todayâs breakfast are already in the sink, you have a single carry-on duffel bag in your hand, placed on the highest step of the stairs, taking in that crisp air through your nose. Everything comes to a gentle slope, the clouds are high up in the sky, meshed up together, shielding the landscape from the beaming sun, and the time hasnât even hit noon yet.Â
âI just donât get it.â you beam, elbows on the railing while your eyes get caught up in a pair of blue jayâs gliding past the street, fascinated by the companionship of nature. Only to have your attention drawn to the awaiting car on the driveway, Dahyunâs personal chauffeur (and to this day youâre still wondering if that person even gets paid or not). âAll of this trouble of having a vacation, get reeled back into working, have more time off than expected, but still decide to take up another work order again?âÂ
Dahyun steps out the doorway, slapping your arm, leaving your face with a small wince that you play off with dead eyes. âI could call Nayeon to put in a word for Momo. If youâre making such a big deal out of it, I might as well tell them myself that I wanted more time off than need be.âÂ
âYou said that it was work related.â you tell her as the counterargument.
âBut itâs not!â Sana bursts out, all smiles while youâre walking down the pathway with another bag in your hand onto the asphalt. âSuch a buzzkill, as if you didnât want the whole place to yourself to burn down. You spend wayyyy too much time up in your little office, so consider this to be punishment.âÂ
âWhere did this come from?â you ask, flustered, with arms up trying to play the innocence card.Â
Dahyun pulls Sanaâs singular luggage from her hand and into the trunk of the car, the bag you were carrying also next to be put before a shut off of the compartment. âWeâve been planning this for sometime, and now weâve decided to do it. Together.â She pulls up her own passport with an airline ticket shoved in between the pages. You could probably guess where theyâre going, judging from the assortment of clothes that theyâve packed, it must be somewhere tropical, like Cancun or in the Bahamas, maybe even Malaysia was on the cards, but you take it with a grain of salt.Â
âIs this supposed to be a besties trip that I didnât even know about until now?â you ask the two girls standing behind the car, leaning back onto the glossy material of the paint job while your arms are bridged between your chest. âIâm also assuming that this is predeterminedââÂ
âStop being so analytical.â Sana groans out, âYou really have to think twice about what our summer plans were?âÂ
âMaybe he just needs a few conditions.â Dahyun adds on, nudging Sanaâs shoulder to which her face suddenly lights up in excitement. âBesides, heâs really good at reading between the lines, like, you know, he has a good thing for body language - go ahead, test him, Iâm sure that heâll show off like he always does.âÂ
(Itâs how you catch yourself shaking your head downwards to the Earth, hiding the grin thatâs breaking on your face because Dahyun knows how well you observe your surroundings. Sheâs trying to play dumb at the fact that she went ahead to grab your duffel bag while getting the shower ready for yourself. You also notice that Dahyunâs driver got her roughly about ten minutes early to put your bag in the trunk and pretend that nothing ever happened. Itâs cute when she gets sneaky and mischievous, because Sana will always buy into what she devises to get you stressed, a migraine pounding through the back of your head, taking it out when you have both of them moaning underneath or straddled on top of you.)Â
So you say: âAre there any guarantees to this if I do what you ask?âÂ
Dahyun puts her passport out in front, shifting her thumb over to show yours underneath. You pretend to be shocked with lifted eyebrows, but you already have them figured out.Â
âHoney,â Sana says, blinking with her teeth peering through her smile, âI can guarantee that you've got us both.âÂ
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Gamer Bro
The office was tense as the news of possible layoffs started circulating around. Mark sighed as he sat back down in his seat, he played around with his phone for a short time but ended up throwing it back on his desk. He sat around, switching between nervously tapping his fingers on his desk or biting his nails as he glanced back intermittently at the door of his manager. Things didnât get any better when he saw his annoying coworker, Jason, his attire barely âformalâ and heading towards him with a big grin.
âYou okay Mark? Whatâs going on?â asked Jason, Mark rolled his eyes, he couldnât even tell if he came back from his lunch break or if he just turned up to work and the last thing he needed was to deal with some obnoxious jock.Â
âIâm fine, just worried about all the layoffs going around,â answered Mark, it took everything in him not to glare as he saw Jason grin.
âAw man that sucks, well you look like you need to relax,â suggested Jason. âI recently started this server for me and a few friends, just to talk and play stuff together. Why donât you join?â Mark wanted to say something, but he just found himself nodding. It wasnât like he had much to do after work anyway and he did get a new console but hardly found any excuse to use it as opposed to trying to focus on doing more work from home. âCool! So what do you play on?â
Mark had a feeling the next hour was going to be hell to get through.
Later on after work, he found himself thankful that he still had a job, but wanting to kick himself for agreeing to play with Jason today. He didnât even take the time to change out of his clothes, still dressed in his office shirt and suit pants as he sat down and switched on his console, toying around with his console and getting used to the controller once again. He cringed slightly as he saw Jasonâs invite appear on screen and he put on the headset before joining, hearing Jasonâs voice.
âHey there bro, how are you doing?â came Jasonâs voice, Mark saw that there were a couple others that joined the lobby.
âIâm doing okay Jason, thanks,â replied Mark.Â
âHey Jason, whoâs this?â came a voice almost as obnoxious sounding as Jasonâs. Mark wondered why these people sounded the same and as he tried to introduce himself, he was interrupted.
âOh hey Scott! This is Mark, heâs a friend from work. Yeah, I recently started going gym with him and thought he should hang out with us here,â said Jason. Mark immediately furrowed his brows. He was a pretty healthy guy but he had never gone to the gym or with Jason. âIsnât that right Mark?Â
âUhhâŠâ Mark started, for some reason he found the right words hard to come by as he suddenly grunted at the feeling of his own shirt starting to feel too tight. His own hand began unbuttoning his office shirt, fanning himself as Markâs torso began to grow more muscular, beginning to spill out of the shirt and causing some of the last buttons to tear themselves off. Mark blinked, unable to process what was happening and feeling like he was in some sort of dream as he looked down at his torso.Â
His chest pushed out, his upper chest suddenly developing pecs that bounced as they fell forward after their surge of growth, both his nipples enlarging as blonde hairs began to replace his own darker chest hair. The hairs travelled down forming a treasure trail as Mark felt his lower chest suddenly begin to house a set of picturesque six pack abs.Â
âYou okay there Mark?â asked Scott, as a final tear came about as the last of Markâs office shirt tore away to allow his much larger body to be free as his back started to stretch as he sat up, causing him to grow taller by every second.Â
âYeah uhh I just feel-âÂ
âOh Iâm sure heâs fine, probably just stretching. We even went to the gym today, working on biceps,â interrupted Jason. Each part of his torso seemingly bloated as Jason went on and on about their gym routine and Mark simply shrugged his shoulders as his arms were the next to expand, widening as his hands grew to get a firmer grip on the more familiar feeling controller. It felt as if coming home from work or gym to spend time playing with Jason was the norm as Markâs growing fingers wrapped around the controller and he only just noticed he was mindlessly playing a game with Jason and his buddies. âHow are you feeling Mark?â
I feel weird, Mark wanted to say.
âIâm good man,â replied Mark as he felt one hand coming to his crotch, adjusting it as his bulge began growing in his own pants, beginning to feel his calves and thighs threaten to burst his pants.Â
âYeah weâve been working on his quadriceps and stuff too,â assured Jason, Mark kicked off his shoes, almost drooling as his eyes were glazed over and playing the game with no real focus and no attention to his changing body. As his feet began to grow, Mark began to feel all his focus and passion to work and the office shrinking. He found himself still adjusting on his seat as his legs continued to grow more muscular as he scratched at his blonde facial hair that continued to grow and spread around his chiselled jaw. âMark do you wanna meet at the gym later?âÂ
As Mark stifled a groan from the feeling of his larger throbbing crotch, he felt his changing face. His nose shrank. his eyes blinked and became blue, no longer needing his glasses which he tossed away and his neck thickened to allow a deeper voice to sound out of his thinner and smaller lips.Â
âYeah bro thatâd be great,â said Mark. He almost sounded exactly like Jason and his friend Scott now as he looked down at himself. âGive me a minute.â The dedicated office worker was now a more relaxed gym bro and as he stepped away to go change into some clothes when he realised he was almost naked except from some tight fitting underwear.
Nonetheless Mark decided not to wear too much, he enjoyed feeling and being able to look down to see his muscular body, and he couldnât believe it when he thought that he couldn't wait to go to the gym to hang out with his bro.Â
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You bringing him a bento for the first time!
Haikyuu boys x Gn!Reader
â Summary: How would he react to receiving a bento at school that you made especially for him.
â Characters: Yamaguchi, Kenma, Akaashi, Oikawa, Tendou.
â Tags/Genre: Gn!Reader | Fluff
â Idea by: @sarasversionworld
Yamaguchi Tadashi
He never thought he would receive something like this until he met you.
You always treat him with so much love and affection, that he even thought about the possibility of this happening one day, but he always thought he was dreaming too much.
But when you appeared at his desk holding a small box wrapped in a flowery cloth, he felt like he might pass out right there.
Yamaguchi is someone who is very insecure about himself, as he has not received attention from any person in a romantic way, so receiving something simple but as comforting as a homemade lunch means a lot to him.
"Huh!? This is for me...? T-Thank you very much!!"
You can be sure he was all flushed when he took the bento from your hands.
And if you have any doubts that he didn't like it, put it out of your mind immediately! Tsukishima will definitely complain to you the next day saying that Yamaguchi talked about your bento all day.
Kenma Kozume
We all know that Kenma is someone who eats very little, and it's no wonder he has the smallest appetite in the series.
You worry a lot about his diet and how it affects his well-being, and as he is a volleyball player, he needs to eat well to be in good shape for every game!
And to help him, you thought about making a complete bento for him at least once a week.
So when you walked towards him with a bento box in your hands, he didn't think it was for him and that it was your own bento, but those thoughts soon dissipated when you shyly handed him the box perfectly wrapped in a polka dot cloth.
Obsessed with technology, Kenma always has his cell phone or console in his hand while eating a meal.
Then It was an unexpected surprise to see him putting away his video game to eat the bento you made for him.
And if you give him a delicious slice of apple pie, he will definitely try to eat better to get the dessert.
Akaashi Keiji
As someone who has the habit of taking care of others around him, he was probably the one who gave you a bento earlier, so as a thank you, you decided to make one for him too.
Even if he never said it to you, it's quite noticeable how much he likes onigiris, seeing as he brought one to school almost every week.
And that was why the bento you prepared was full of onigiri of different flavors, as you weren't really sure which flavor was his favorite.
Akaashi would certainly be very grateful for the surprise, and he may be a little shy about the gift and sometimes doesn't show his emotions as much, but you've known him long enough to know that he loved the bento you prepared for him.
"Oh, that's for me?" He takes the bento from your hands, and when he opens it, he finds onigiris that you made yourself.
"Thank you, my love." He gives you a small smile, and when no one is looking, he plants a kiss on your cheek.
Also, don't be surprised if Bokuto appears out of nowhere and eats some of the onigiris you made for Akaashi, he usually eats his friends' snacks (and doesn't share when someone wants to eat his snackđ).
Oikawa Tooru
He has certainly received several bentos or snacks from his fans, and no matter how willingly he accepts each gift, he has never been so interested in it.
But his opinion is totally different when it comes to you, he appreciates every thing you do for him.
We all know he can be a little cheeky sometimes, so expect to get a comment from him bragging about himself.
"But of course you wouldn't resist the thought of spoiling me, I'm irresistible after all." says Tooru giving you a wink.
Just give him a serious look and he stops talking in the same second...đ
Oikawa will beg you to feed him, blatantly lying that his hand is hurting at that moment.
He'll be bragging to his third-year friends about how he has such an amazing partner and they don't, but not until Iwazumi threatens to throw him off a cliff.
Tendou Satori
Just like Yamaguchi, Tendou is someone who has never caught anyone's attention romantically, and is even excluded because of his different appearance than other people.
So when he receives a bento from someone he loves so much, he will definitely remember it forever.
Trust me, he'll have a passionate smile written on his face and with the brightest eyes while listening to you talk about how you prepared his favorite food.
He would probably first make some joke about the situation, to try to ease his own shyness, but later he will genuinely show his gratitude in every possible way.
Tendou loves being around you, so expect lots of hugs and little kisses during lunch, in addition to his lots of compliments for the bento you made.
The next day, he probably would surprise you with a dessert he made especially for you, like truffles, cookies or even cupcakes!
And please give him lots of compliments too!! This way, he will prepare something every week for you.đ·
â A/N: They had already sent me this idea a long time ago, and only now have I managed to have the creativity to write something about it.đ Anyway, thank you very much for your help!! And I will certainly do that other idea of yours that you sent me!
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oh, you didn't know?
âI was told thereâd be cookies.â Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank. âYeah, for her.â Steve pointed at you. âNot for you.â
Summary: steve is pathetically in love with you and for some reason the universe hates him and continues to pray on his downfall. typical.
Rating: general, some swearing
Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n
Words: 1.6k
Before you swing in: happy valentines day my loves <333 youre all my valentines, i didnt make the rules. anyways, pls enjoy this cute cheesy fic. dont ask how i thought of this: i simply do not know. however, its pathetic!loverboy!steve and i think we ALL deserve that today smh.
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Steve has never had the best timing.Â
When he first manned up to ask you out, it had coincidentally been the same day your childhood dog died.Â
There he had been, flowers in hand and a proud smile on his face when he knocked on your front door, completely taken aback when you answered with tears streaming down your face.Â
Immediately, Steveâs smile had dropped and he quickly pulled you close to inspect for any injuries or pain. âY/N? What happened, is everything okay?â
âMy dog died.â You wailed, even more tears spilling over.Â
âOh my godââ
âHe⊠He didnât suffer. He was old andââ You had sniffed, looking so small and frail in your heartbreak, before spotting the flowers in Steveâs hand. You gasped. âHâHow did you know?â
Steve had been confused for a moment, but when he followed your gaze to the flowers that were originally meant to be âplease be my girlfriendâ flowers, his heart dropped.Â
Well fuck.Â
âYesâŠâ He cleared his throat. âI, uh. Had a hunch?â
You threw your arms around Steve, the flowers then crushed between you two, but he hadn't paid any attention to them as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. After a few seconds, you placed your lips by his ear and whispered, âYouâre the sweetest.â
The sincerity in your voice had made Steve want to vomit.Â
He hadnât had a hunch that your childhood dog would die that day, but what else was he supposed to say? Hey, sorry your dog died, do you want to kiss now? Absolutely not.Â
Steve is many things, and oftentimes he is an idiot, but he isnât that much of an idiot.
So, instead of asking you to be his girlfriend, Steve had instead spent the next three hours at your house as he consoled you and watched your favorite movie to cheer you up. While it hadnât been his ideal outcome, Steve had still been happy to simply spend time with you. Besides, you had needed him at that moment, so of course Steve was right there by your side.Â
Life moved on, a few weeks passed, and eventually Steve decided to try again.Â
You had no more animals to possibly lose, Christmas was approaching, and Steve was determined that this time heâd be able to ask you out.Â
After buying you some chocolate and planning a fort building night on Christmas Eve, Steve had been sure that the night would go perfectly. There was a beautiful rose pendant bracelet sitting atop of his dresser in his room, wrapped and ready for you to open.Â
Steveâs plan was foolproof.Â
Build a fort, watch a cheesy Christmas movie, bake some cookies and drink hot chocolate, and then boom: Steve would ask you to be his girlfriend.Â
However, Steve really shouldâve known better.Â
His parents had left that day and he had spent the entire time cleaning the house and preparing all the snacks before your arrival. At six on the dot, his doorbell rang and Steve eagerly ran over to answer the door.Â
There, standing on his front doorstep, had been you with a smug looking Dustin Henderson.
âWhatâs the kid doing here?â Steve had asked, all his hope now coming crashing down upon him.Â
You winced. âI know we made plans, Iâm so sorry, but his mom asked me to babysit him and she offered me the rest of the money I need for your Christmas gift andââ
âI was told thereâd be cookies.â Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank.Â
âYeah, for her.â Steve pointed at you. âNot for you.â
âStevie, I promise Iâll make it up to you later.â You groaned at him, and Steve knew you hated disappointing him. âCan we please just come inside? Itâs cold and I was really excited for the fort.â
There are many times when Steve wonders just how he manages to get himself into obscure situations. That night, when he had Dustin Henderson wedged between you and him underneath a super romantic and cute fort that he had spent hours building, had been one of those times where Steve questioned his entire life.Â
At that point, Steve was starting to wonder if heâd ever manage to ask you out in the first place.Â
A few more weeks passed after that and you were still his best friend and nothing had changed between you two, but now Steve found himself constantly biting his tongue around you. He was so fucking in love with you, he had been for years, but after two failed attempts of confessing his feelings: it was becoming impossible to hold them in.Â
Then, late January, your birthday came along.Â
This time, Steve was sure that he had it all figured out.
You had wanted to grab some dinner at the local diner you loved, and Steve thought that a small, toned down proposal to date would be perfect. Heâd give you your birthday gift (a matching set of earrings for the rose bracelet you now wore every day), heâd order you the strawberry shortcake you adored, and when you werenât looking, Steve would ask the waitress to write âhappy birthday, my loveâ on the cake.Â
Steve was a goddamn romantic genius, honestly.Â
Except that isnât what happened.Â
What actually ended up happening was the waitress somehow hearing âmy loveâ as âMiloâ and Steve had wanted to bash his fucking skull in.Â
âWhoâs âMiloâ?â You had asked once the cake came out, confusion evident on your face.Â
Steve, now used to nothing ever working out in his favor, had simply sighed and said, âWho knows, man. Just eat your cake.â
You had giggled, and the sound was enough to cheer Steve up a bit. Sure, it was looking more and more like the world didnât want you with him, but at least he got to hear your laugh and admire the way your eyes shined whenever you looked at him.Â
Now, a few weeks later, itâs Valentineâs Day and Steve is terrified that he will somehow set your house on fire with his horrible luck.Â
He has spent the last two months trying to ask you out. Now, on the day of love itself, Steve is almost too terrified to even approach you. At the rate heâs going, if he tries to ask you out again, heâll end up telling you he hates you or something.Â
Heâs miserable.Â
Which is how he finds himself once again outside your door, except thereâs no flowers in his hands, and he knocks.Â
You guys havenât made any plans tonight, but itâs Valentineâs Day and Steve is so in love with you that it hurts.Â
The second his knuckles leave the door, you swing the door wide open and jump into his arms. âStevie!â
Surprised by such an affectionate reaction, Steve almost falls into the bushes in front of your house. âWoah, hey!â
He steadies the two of you and you simply squeeze him tighter and giggle. Youâre in an exceptionally good mood, almost too good of a mood, and Steveâs hands are sweating. He hadnât exactly come here with a game plan in mind.Â
âHappy to see me, I take it?â He mumbles into your ear.Â
âDuh,â you press a kiss to his cheek. âItâs Valentineâs Day, why wouldnât I be excited to see my boyfriend?â
This time, Steve actually does fall into the bush behind him.Â
âOh my god,â you run over and quickly try to help the boy up, but Steve is staring up at the night sky, overcome with pure shock and fear. âStevie? Steve!â
Steve lays there, motionless as you continue to tug at his jacket. âHow long have I been your boyfriend, Y/N?â
At his question, you stop tugging and look at him, confused. âI donât know, honestly. How long has it been since the fourth of July?â
âThe fourth?â Steve sputters. âY/N, itâs Valentineâs Day and Iâm just now finding out youâre my girlfriend?â
âOh, you didnât know?â
âNo!â Steve finally scrambles out of the bushes and grabs your face with his hands. He feels insane, his hands are shaking a bit as he holds onto you. âWhen did this happen?â
You scrunch your eyebrows together. âOn the fourth. We saw the fireworks, cuddled on the picnic blanket you stole from your mom, you grabbed my hand, and then told me you never wanted this to end. I just⊠I assumed you meant our relationship?â
Steve blinks. âYou⊠You are the love of my life, Y/N L/N.â
âWell, Iâd hope soââ Suddenly Steveâs lips are against yours and heâs kissing you with everything he has within him. All those months of pining after you, all the times heâs failed in asking you to be his, and this entire time you had somehow been his all along.Â
God, he is so stupidly in love with you.Â
He nips at your bottom lip and you make a sound thatâs so soft and sweet in the back of your throat that has Steveâs head spinning. He nips again, revels in the breathy sigh you release against his lips, and Steveâs hand tugs harshly against your waist.Â
The kiss is perfect and everything heâs ever dreamed of.Â
Then, a thought occurs to Steve.Â
âWait a minute,â he breaks the kiss and your love drunk expression almost makes him groan. He tells himself to focus, even though itâs incredibly difficult to do so. âIf weâve been supposedly dating since July, didnât you wonder why I hadnât kissed you yet?â
âOh, I just thought you were shy.â You shrug, as if itâs no big deal. Then, with a teasing smile, you add, âAnd I guess I love you too.â
Steve decides, then and there, that you will be the death of him.
And he couldnât be any happier as he pulls you in again for another bruising kiss.Â
Afterall, Steve has about seven months to make up for lost time.Â
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KnY shorts request incomiiiing:
Giyuu stumbling his way through a love confession and asking y/n out pls pls pls ily
âGiyu?â
He canât mess this up. No, he swore to himself that heâll finally confess, that he needs to get all those feelings off his chest.
âHey, Giyu?â
But what if youâll never look at him as usual after this? Or worse, what if youâll make fun of him? Giyu, falling for someone like (y/n). It sounds ridiculous even in the back of his mind. Maybe he should just turn around and leave as quietly as he came-
âGiyu, look at me.â
The second he focuses on your eyes, heâs lost all over again.
âYou wanted to tell me something?â
âNo, absolutely notâ, he blurts out immediately.
âButâŠyou just told me we needed to talkâ, you remind him with your oh so gentle voice.
These past days, Giyu acted so strange around you that you were convinced that he might not like you anymore. And now heâs standing in front of you, his staring at the ceiling while his body tells you more than urgently that he wants to get away from here as soon as possible.
âListen, I donât know why butâŠIf you donât want to work with me anymore or if I did something that upset you, you really donât have to-â
Him, not liking you? Giyuâs eyes grow wider and wider, stare at you in sheer disbelief as your face drops with each word that leaves your mouth.
Something inside him snaps.
âI like youâ, he interrupts your senseless words.
All those feelings he tried to suppress, those words that never dared to leave his mouth. He canât hold it back any longer.
"I've been trying so hard to keep this to myself because I didn't want to mess things up between us, but I can't anymore. I have feelings for you, and it's not just some crush. It's like every time I'm around you, everything else just fades away, and I can't stop thinking about what it would be like if you felt the same way. I know this is messy and maybe terrible timing, but I had to tell you. Even if you donât like me back-"
âGiyuâ, you breathe out, your heart almost pounding out of your chest.
Did this really happen? Is this really how he feels, the reason behind his strange behavior?
âItâs okay, you donât have to console me, Iâll just leave-â
Out of instinct, you grab his arm and yank him back around.
âBut I like you too. To be exact, I might beâŠin love with you as well.â
âYouâŠin love with me?â, he repeats with widened eyes.
âI thought youâll tell me to stay away because you acted so strange.â
âYou really need to work on that, Tomioka-san!â, Shinobu shouts from afar.
"So...will you go out with me, (y/n)?", he continues with low voice, his cheeks now bright red.
Gently, you place your cheek on his shoulder, take in that delicious smell you adore so much.
"I'd love to."
Bonus:
"How did a jerk like you manage to pull (y/n) with saying shit like that?", Sanemi jeers at him from afar.
"It must be true love!", Mitsuri cries out.
"Maybe she was forced", Obanai mutters
"Well, I guess (y/n) always had a big heart for outsiders", Shinobu adds kindly
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THE MAJORâS WIFE
warnings: mentions of miscarriage, adultery, nsfw, marital problems, oral (m! receiving), spanking, being turned on even when your brain isnât in it, bucky in 1x04, bucky married pre-war, slight age gap bc reader can come off slightly immature (i think?) angst, historical inaccuracies, new mediocre writer be nice
summary: John Egan gets to know his wife again
word count: 9.7k
notes: iâm not sure where this came from i wrote it all today and got no part of my research paper done. thereâs really no point to it and also irl john egan was actually really close to his mother so i emphasized that here. he wrote to her so much. no disrespect to any of the real people, this is based on the show/show timeline as well.
Lila gets the call on the 2nd of October and her dreams come true.
Not entirely, no. The real dream would be having him home safe and the tragic war being over but she knows how fortunate she is to have the next best thing happen. Her husbandâs been granted a few days leave and Colonel Harding believed it would do Major Egan some good to have his sweet, young wife join him during those days overseas. For the good of Johnâs mental health the Colonel or the President - or whoever was in charge, Lila really had no idea - had agreed to pay for her ticket and their hotel. There was only one thing they asked for in return and although it wasnât explicitly said, Lila caught their drift: sort your husband out.
Lila knows it would do her no good to sit and wonder how horribly John must be doing in order for them to declare an all expenses paid trip for his spouse. All she does is worry for him anyhow so she forces herself to focus on the one good thing of the entire ordeal - sheâs going to see her man.
Thereâd been letters, although not as many as she liked and she tried not to let it show how it hurt as every other wife received more than one letter at a time. Her John wasnât the sort, she knew that when she married him. He was the kind of person who needed endless skies and land to maintain his sense of stability. Having him cooped up would do him no good and she partly wondered how much of what he was struggling with was the trauma he witnessed in the air and how much of it was feeling caged on base. At least his plane, good olâ Mugwump (he wrote about her quite often) offered him the opportunity to head anywhere he wanted.
The only person he wrote consistently and readily to was his mother. It was rare if a week went by and she received no letter. During these instances it was more times than not an issue with the postal service.
Be that as it may, Lila knew who she married and it made her love him no less so she tried not to let it get to her. His mother was a saint. Firm and strong and loving all the same. Lila would have never survived sending John off if his mother wasnât who and how she was. She held Lila at night when her cries woke her and she let Lila sleep in his old childhood bed. She kept food on their table and ensured everyone got their work done through the worry.
When John first left and Lila was sick to her stomach and vomiting multiple times of the day it was his mother who consoled her through the night when her sheets turned a crimson red and any ideals of having their baby through the war was lost.
Frances Egan was the glue holding them together. All of them, even her son who was an entire ocean way - so no. Lila would not be angry that she was Johnâs preferred pen-pal.
âYou fix him right up,â Mama Egan had said in lieu of goodbye when leaving her at the airport, âyou give him the loving he needs as his wife and the smacks he needs from me to get on the straight and narrow before sending him off to continue saving the world. You do it for him, not for any of them war bastards. You hear me?â
All Lila could do was nod. Dropping her bags on the floor and clutching her pseudo mother tightly. She was excited as she was frightened.
They had only gotten two months together before he had been pulled away. She didnât want to complain, loads of women had gotten less time at all while others had only ever been left with the promise.
But her two months as Mrs. Egan? Theyâd been a dream. Her man was a romancer. He hadnât hesitated in introducing her as the newly (and younger) Mrs. Egan, always resulting in an arm slap from his mother, he held open doors and he never stopped courting her; however she thinks the best times were when he was teaching her how to act married.
In their bed, at a home he had spent a year building for them. Using any extra pennies he had to pay off younger boys to help him hurry it along. Giving her the wrap-around porch she had always envisioned.
He showed her how to kiss. How to undress him. He had laid her underneath him, using his large frame to cover her completely, protecting her from the cold as he threw the sheets off them and making her feel tiny compared to him. She had never felt safer.
It had hurt the first time but he had held her through it. Never allowing any inches of space between their bodies; as if telling her they were in it together. Sheâd always known he was large, everything about him was large in general, but she never thought how much it would hurt to have all of him fit inside her. Lila hadn't wanted to disappoint him so she tried to muffle her tears and whimpers but he had swallowed her cries and gone slow, soft.
âIf this is it, itâll be enough,â he had promised, only about half way inside her and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. As a thank you she had taken that calloused thumb into her mouth and sucked. He allowed her; hiding his face in her neck and pressing wet kisses along there.
And for the first few times that had been it. She couldnât take all of him and his thrusts couldnât get too deep so he would only slip inside until her tight hole resisted and pulsed and heâd hump against that spot until reaching his pleasure.
âDo other girls take all of it?â She had asked a couple days later, trying to wrap her head around it.
She was no idiot. John Egan was no virgin.
âYes.â Lila could always count on him to be honest. At least there was that. Meanwhile she couldnât even fully pleasure him. She was failing as a wife. âHey,â he lay facing her and she lay on her back. He tapped her cheek until she turned her face. âYouâre my wife. Thatâs what makes this feel better.â
And she had beamed at his reassurance even though she didnât feel much better. She knew John would never push her, and he couldnât stand to see her cry, so if she ever wanted to learn to be a good wife she would have to take it upon herself.
So thatâs what she did.
He was always on top and she was always on her back. Thatâs the first thing she had to change. From her understanding of it, from her talks with friends that always ended in giggles and blushing cheeks and from what she learned from John, it could be done in many different ways.
âI prefer to be in charge,â her school friend, Linda, had admitted to her. âNot like that -â she clarified, cheeks pink, âJust - if Iâm gonna take it, Iâd rather do it at my pace. Be on top. Some husbands are good like that. Theyâll allow it.â
And knowing her husband wasnât just good, he was great, she knew he would hold no qualms about it. The next time they lay in bed kissing it was easy to turn him over and straddle him. Move her wetness against his belly to let him know there was still more she just needed him to accept it.
Except he thought she was asking him to do it so he flipped her on her back again. And without breaking their kiss, she turned him over again.
It was more like they were wrestling.
Lila pulls away from his mouth, reluctantly, noticing his lips were wet and red and swollen and wondering if hers were much the same. They had been kissing for so long her mouth felt raw.
She loved it.
Straddling him, she reached behind her, feeling him standing straight and hard against her backside in between her cheeks. Sticky.
He gasped, bucking into her fist with a loud, guttural groan. It was so manly she rocked against his stomach again in need.
âFuck, baby,â he grunted, âwhatâre you doing?â
âI want to try it like this,â she breathed, leaning over to whisper in his mouth, her tiny hand still wrapped around him and lining her up to her hole. âI want it all.â Lila clarified.
And John allowed it, like she knew he would. Let her take control and go at her pace. Let her swivel her hips on the way down to help with the tightness of being stretched so wide and thick.
Nothing but curses and promises of love leaving his lips. Gasping mine, mine, mine and my perfect fucking wife and Iâm gonna fuck you forever.
He felt large inside of her, like if she was being split in two but it felt so good as the tip of him repeatedly hit a spongy part inside that had her coming with no contact to her clit for the first time.
She was beautiful, red splotches appearing on her body from the heat of their love-making, her hair tangled in his fists, her mouth falling open as she threw her head back - all of it was too much. He was flipping her over and pounding into her trying to chase his peak and a second one from her, their headboard banging against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts.
Things changed from then on. Sexually, that is. Becoming aware of how badly she needed to feel like she was pleasing him, John was not above using it against her. Like letting him lick at her.
âGood wives allow their husbands everything,â he would say, lips wide in a smile and eyes bright at the prospect of getting his way but Lila always knew the choice was really hers. He would respect what she wanted.
He was just too damn addicting. She couldnât stand to tell him no.
His favorite times were when she allowed him to sit her over his face and let him feast. It drowned the outside world for him and he kept at it even after she had reached multiple orgasms and was pulling on his hair and the only thing keeping her up was his forearms locking around her thighs.
Her favorite was when he allowed her to taste him at the same time he was licking her. It was a tie between those times and when he held her down until all of him was in her mouth and she was spluttering, choking, gagging. Knowing she made a filthy vision and he adored it did something to her.
Now she was in London, closer to him than she had been in years, and all their intimacies were within reach. She could almost taste him, feel him petting back her hair and settling a hand at the low of her back. She still remembers the smell of his after shave and sweat, how heâd come into the kitchen asking for some of her homemade lemonade to help with the heat.
Jack Kidd was tasked with picking up Mrs. Egan from the airport and having her arrive at base with him. She remembers meeting him a couple of times before John shipped out early. Originally she was meant to wait for John at their hotel but there had been an issue when planning her flight and she arrived sooner than intended.
âMaâam,â he greeted, placing a friendly kiss on her cheeks and taking her bags from her. âBuckyâs gonna be happy as hell to see your face.â
The tone in his voice - relief? alleviation? - had some of her happy wife's facade crumbling. How badly was her Johnny hurting that everyone was looking at her at his only chance to remain sane or alive?
Stop it. Maybe everyoneâs just aware Johnny misses you. Youâre his wife.
âNot as happy as me, I wager,â she returned with a smile. âIâm glad to see youâre doing okay, Jack. Glad to see you still kicking.â
His shrug didnât soothe her worry but she saw him try to mask it with a smile.
âAll we boys can do is pray.â
She placed a hand on his shoulder, gathering his attention. âYou boys have got the prayers of our entire country protecting you.â
Jack simply nodded in response.
For the most part the ride to base was quiet. Her bags would be kept in the trunk until her and John were ready to drive out to London in a couple of hours and until then, sheâd be his surprise at the officerâs club. Silver Wings, Jack called it. Where all the boys gathered and had drinks and celebrated accomplishments. And where some chose to mourn, too.
Her stomach was turning as she neared the hut, following Jackâs footsteps. There was so much that could go wrong and although this was meant to be a surprise, the U.S Army showing their gratitude towards a brave Major, she suddenly wished she would have called John and told him. She wished he knew so that she wouldnât have to walk in feeling alone and unwanted.
Not that Lila thought John would turn her away, she simply wanted to have him hold her hand as she walked through the threshold.
âStick close by,â Jack murmured, being respectful of where he touched her before deciding to lead her by her shoulder. âIt gets crowded but Iâll take ya to him.â
As she walked through different groups, she felt the offending eyes of men and women alike. Wondering who she was. With a pang in her heart she realized she had met Johnâs squadrons before but all these crews were new. The boys she met, most of them at least from what she could tell, hadnât made it. John never wrote about who passed away (except to inform her of Curt) ; most of their letters were him expressing his love and how he missed her so and asking what she got up to.
Having walked around the roundabout bar in the center of the room, her stomach in knots and fingers tangled in front of her - she caught sight of her husband smack middle in the dance floor. Pressed against a beautiful brunette.
Lila caught sight of him before even Jack did. Thatâs how connected she was to her husband. Jack whistled from beside her to gain Galeâs attention who was resting against the bar holding his signature ginger ale, also watching John Egan chat up the woman he was swaying with with something like disapproval in his eyes.
His large hands were occupying most of the space of her waist, keeping her body tethered to his as she laughed.
âLila,â he gasped, eyes wide. He was smart enough to not turn and look at his buddy. To act as if nothing was amiss and she expected nothing less from Gale Cleven, âdamn it all to hell. Youâre a sight for sore eyes, Mrs. Egan.â
Because he was close to John, he didnât hesitate in wrapping her up in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to her tinted cheeks. He knew John wouldnât mind.
When he pulled back she patted his chubby cheek in return, âYou still shame the rest of us with your good looks, Gale,â she laughed. âIâll let Marge know when I see her next.â
Lila also knew she would share with Marge that while Gale was being loyal, standing off to the side her husband was exchanging oxygen with a woman on the dance floor.
His cheeks tinted at the mention of his girl. Buck and Bucky were both aware Lila and Marge wrote to one another and visited each other whenever time made it possible.
âColonel Harding said Major Egan was in need of something from home,â she said, studying his reaction to see what she could read but Gale had always been aloof, cold. He wasnât close to her like he was with Marge and John.
Gale thought back to a few moments earlier when John had disrespected their Colonel and all his actions before that too - disrespecting superiors, drinking more consistently, becoming angry - hopelessness in his eyes.
âHeâs in need of you Lila,â Gale clarified and it wasnât lost on either one of them that he they were referring to was currently on the floor wooing another woman.
âHoly shit! Itâs Mrs. Egan!â Hambone animatedly announced and suddenly it felt like the eyes of everyone in there were on her. Her cheeks tinted pink, never having been one for the spotlight like her husband.
She was greeted with welcoming cheers and hugs.
John, for his part, disentangled from the woman he was holding at the mention of his missus. He was sober enough to appear sheepish and guilty, but in the next second it was gone as he stalked towards her. Determined. Quick. His smile growing the more he neared like he was becoming more aware she was really there and it wasnât a fucked up scenario in his head.
âGod, Lila,â she managed to hear him say before she was elevated in the air, his arms tight around her waist and lifting her high so they were at face level and he could kiss her. Channeling his love and exuberance and aggression into kissing his wife. âItâs you, itâs you, itâs really you,â he was saying in between smooches, âI missed you. So fucking much, doll.â
Basking in his love she didnât feel the need to mention the woman that was so kindly keeping him preoccupied before she entered.
She couldnât help the first tear from falling or the rest from following. It was like the tightness in her chest unlocked as she finally got to hold him and feel his heat surround her. He still smelled of after shave and the same hair gel that was kept in their bathroom at home but he tasted strongly of whiskey and cigarettes and strawberry lipstick.
John tucked his face into her neck, setting her down and bending to her level. Sniffling in there as he continued to hold her.
âNone of that,â she did her best to stop her voice from wobbling or breaking, âweâre together. Thatâs all that matters.â She drew his face out from where he had hidden to pepper him with a few more kisses.
None of it was enough.
The rest of the guys were kind enough to return to the dance floor and act like they couldnât see them.
âWho? What - why? How?â He was obviously having trouble forming coherent thoughts in between the kisses he continued stealing from her.
She was crying and laughing and trying to return all his touches. It was a terribly difficult ordeal but she had never been happier.
âColonel Harding called and said you had a weekend leave. He said he talked to some of the higher ups but they couldnât allow you a leave home so this was the next best thing,â she explained, cupping his cheek as she rubbed her thumb over his cheekbone. He had minor scars that werenât there before.
She wanted to kiss every single one of them.
He was still bent towards her height, taking her in as she was taking him in.
She forgot how blue his eyes were.
He was whole. Complete. Hers.
âYouâre here for the entire weekend?â He asked to confirm and she nodded, laughing when he lifted her again with a loud whoop to celebrate. That got a few of the guys to join in although they had no idea what their Major was celebrating.
âI need you,â his voice suddenly dropped, setting her down as he turned to the door. âLetâs go.â He was buckling up her coat to make sure she was protected from the freezing London air. She was lucky he was too far gone to scold her for arriving with it unbuckled in the first place - she could get sick.
âJohn, John - relax, my sweet man,â she laughed, cupping his cheek to get his attention. âWe can stay for a while. We donât have to go yet.â
Itâs why she was at the officerâs club in the first place. She had arrived early.
John turned stiff in her hold, straightening to his full height as he suddenly loomed over her. âIâve got you in my arms for the first time and you want to stay here?â His voice was tight. His face stern.
âYes - no, I -â she was unsure of where she went wrong or how to fix it. She clasped his hands in hers but he didnât allow her to thread their fingers together so it was just her holding on. âI just meant weâve got time, John.â
The way he was looking at her made her want to cry. She felt her lower lip quivering.
She felt ashamed, whispering, trying to get him to keep his cool.
âTime? Time?â He laughed loudly. She was mildly aware of Gale breaking away from a group of guys to near them, worried but she was mostly focused on John. The tense lines on his face even as he laughed and the quirked eyebrow even though she found no amusement in their situation. âYou think Iâve got time? You have no idea what itâs like up there.â
She shook her head but didnât try to verbally explain herself. She wasnât sure she could manage a few words before breaking into tears.
âCome on, Bucky,â that was Gale stepping in to save the day. Perhaps the only person who could get John to listen. âWhen have you ever left before dancing with your girl? You gotta show these rookies how itâs properly done right?â
With Gale slapping a hand to Johnâs shoulders, he seemed to snap out of it. Releasing a deep breath and seemingly all the tightness in body with it.
He leaned down again, pressing his forehead against hers. âIâm sorry,â he whispered, clasping a hand around her neck so she wouldnât pull her head back. As their eyes locked she felt a tear fall again and this one wasnât happy. âIâm so fucking sorry, baby. Itâs this place. Itâs fucking with my head.â
And she chose to believe him, nodding her head in understanding and trying not to think about how she wasnât his preferred person to write letters to or the one who could clear his head.
Maybe the Colonel should have allowed a weekend pass for Gale and John.
Lila swallowed the thought, allowing John to pull her to the dance floor as he lost all anger and aggression and became charming and loving all over again.
âEveryone, this is my wife!â He bellowed and everyone cheered in response. âSheâs the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen and -â he hiccuped and she realized he was drunker than she thought, âand I bet we can out dance any couples here tonight!â
So for the next hour she found herself being twirled around the dance floor by her husband. She almost forgot their prior negative interaction; his love and energy was so infectious. For the slow songs he would hold her close and she would rest her head against his chest, letting it lull her to a relaxing state. He was alive and she was with him. That had to be enough. For the more upbeat songs, he was challenging any couple beside them. Asking those sitting who were better dancers? Who could perform certain dance moves better?
And all throughout, he was like he used to be back home. Loud and happy and the center of attention, keeping everyone entertained. He kept announcing to his boys that his beautiful wife was there and then heâd place a wet kiss on her mouth that had their cheeks (and hers) turning red but all he would do is smile and continue on.
She was finally able to disentangle herself from him when Crosby pulled him in for a conversation. Lila wonders if her state of disheveled hair and panting breaths made him want to aid her in allowing her to sit and grab a refresher.
Once she accepts Crosbyâs hug and cheek kiss, she excuses herself to go grab a drink. John only pulls her back once to steal a kiss before she gets too far.
Her lips might be bruised by the time they leave if he kept it up.
She orders a cup of ice water from the man tending the bar, looking back out at her husband as she waits. Heâd always been tall and strong, but she notices the change in his posture. The bulges in his arms as he twirled her around and lifted her in the air. His eyes were only bright when he forced it. They had lost their shine and she wishes she brought the picture from back home. Where he looks young and full of life and joyful. Even when he smiles he seems hollow; hopeless.
Sheâs there but he doesnât really care because in his head heâs already thinking of when she leaves again.
She wasnât used to that. Her John only lived in the moment.
âHe keepinâ you busy?â
Gale settles up behind her and pushes the glass water towards her. She didnât even notice when it was put down.
âDizzy, more like,â she jokes and gets him to crack a smile. She thinks to when she walked in and seen Gale, how heâd been watching the scene unfold but with a disapproving look in his eyes. How he didnât try to hide the scene from her or excuse it. He let it be. And she knows John has never shied away from attention. Heâs always been handsome and charming and girls always swarmed but Lila wasnât aware she had to be around to keep him loyal. She thought he just was. And she knows itâs not too long before they leave now so she decides to be direct with him. âSo, does that happen often?â
She sees Galeâs expression split for a second, like he debates playing dumb before deciding against it and she respects him even more for it.
âI think you should talk to John about it.â He decides on.
âIs it something that needs to be mentioned?â She doesnât like playing this game with him but she knows at the first words of cheating and adultery Gale is going to excuse himself and her chance will be lost.
She canât be simple and ask: Does my husband cheat on me?
âAnother ginger ale, Marty,â Gale raises two fingers to grab the manâs attention and mutters a thanks as his drink is immediately refilled. He turns his attention back to Lila. âHe still loves you, Lila. Itâs just - hard. Being out here.â
âYou seem to be coping fine.â
She feels bitter. Crazy. Thereâs a sob she has to choke back.
Lilaâs too embarrassed to meet Galeâs gaze. Ashamed that everyone knows whatâs been going on and she was the ditzy woman being twirled on the dance floor.
âI think I was used to loneliness. He isnât.â
And he says nothing else as he leaves her behind heading back to his boys. Itâs just Lila and her shattering heart and her husband calling to beckon her back to the dance floor.
Luckily they didnât stay much longer. She walked over to Bucky but he wasnât able to pull her back out for a dance - itâs my song, Lila! - because Jack Kidd was approaching, letting them know it was time to leave them at the train station.
Lila waited in the car while Bucky ran into his quarters to pack his bag. He didnât have many things to take, he would be stuck wearing his uniform anyway. Gale walks him back out to the car and despite the earlier conversation Lila exits the safety of the interior to say her goodbyes.
âTake care of yourself, Major,â she squeezes him, âI need you to stick around after this weekend to look after my man.â
âItâs a hard job but I try,â he replies, both of them ignoring Buckyâs protests.
Besides that, Buckyâs quiet on the ride to the train station. He carries her bag on board but heâs quiet for the duration of the train ride. Lila doesnât disturb him; he might be tired or hungover or both.
And if sheâs honest sheâs scared of him snapping at her like the night before.
Instead she takes the time to take him in. Heâs handsome in his suit. Tall and big and strong, his sharp jaw and powerful mouth, his eyes blue like a sunny day and his curls coming undone from the gel after all the dancing he did.
Lila doesnât allow her mind to wander down this path too often but suddenly she canât help it. Would their baby have looked like him or like her? She wishes more than anything they would have had his ears. She wishes they would have had his heart and his strength - but her loyalty. Her faith in them.
Itâs crazy when she stops to think she was nineteen when she married him and now sheâs twenty-one. Sheâs loved him for more than sheâs been allowed to have him. She has changed without him like he has without her and itâs frightening to think neither of them could be accepting of those changes. Whatever they may be.
Lila shuts those thoughts out, closing the distance between them to sit on his lap. Passerbyâs and his horrible mood and what scares her could be damned to hell - all she wants is her man.
John doesnât deny her; she admits she was a little scared he would.
âI love you,â she tells him, catching his eyes.
âI know.â
He doesnât return the words as they continue staring at one another but she refuses to let it get her down. This is her husband. She has the rest of her life to get to know him; new or old habits, she doesnât care.
So instead, Lila plasters a smile onto her face. âWhatâre you gonna show me first in London, Major?â
âWell I really wanna show you our hotel room,â he plays along, allowing her to trace the edges of his mustache. She lets out a knowing chortle. âAnd I really want to show you -â he cuts himself off to look around, making sure no one was near them as he leans in to whisper, â- my cock, Mrs. Egan.â
She turns a bright red, trying to sputter out a proper response for that but all she can do is indignantly scold him. âJohn Clarence! If your mom were here -â and they both break out in loud laughter at the many possibilities of what his mother would exactly do to him if she heard his wicked mouth.
âWanna grab some grub first?â He asks instead, knowing she hadnât eaten at the officers club and before then she had been stuck on a plane. âI know a few places.â
Lila nods happily, pressing a kiss to his mouth. His lips are warm and as plump as she remembers them. His mustache tickles her.
âLet me feed you first, woman!â He groans, trying to be a gentleman. âWhenâs the last time you ate?â
She puckers her lips to think about it and thatâs the only answer he needs: food is definitely first.
When they arrive at the hotel John enters to check them in but he slips a few bills into the bell boyâs hand with strict instructions to leave the bags in their room before pulling her back out to the London streets.
Lila felt underdressed surrounded by women in diamonds and fancy hats, and it didnât help that John was beside her in his uniform looking dapper and catching the eye of many. They were stopped multiple times on the way to the diner; men wanting to shake his hand and show their gratitude while the women introduced themselves, uncaring of Lila under his right arm.
As long as he wasnât ignoring or dismissing her she realized she didnât really care. It wasnât much different back home; everyone knew and loved John Egan.
The diner he chose was small and cozy and his legs were too long to fit under their table so his boot and his knee kept bumping into her own and she adored it. She wanted to feel close to him and since sitting on his lap currently wasnât an option she figured this would have to do.
He tells her many stories but none of them are sad or tragic. He only shares the happy ones. He talks about how he convinced the Colonel to allow Buck, Curt, and himself a London weekend pass one time and they had shoved Gale into a haberdashery where he tried on a multitude of top hats worth more money any of them would ever see combined. But because they were soldiers and majors at that, the owner allowed it. Thereâs a museum nearby he talks about wanting to take her too, it showcases art from as early as the 1400s and he says heâs gotten lost in there plenty of times and it was lovely.
All the while, she listens without hearing him. Choosing to take him in and letting her mind wander to how it would be if things were different. It pains her to think how much older he looks since she last saw him. Looking more like it was ten years instead of the measly two. Johnâs always been one to smile freely but the wrinkles by his mouth, eyes, and forehead arenât from smiling or laughing too much.
Lila knows theyâre from worrying and stressing and being scared and she hates that she canât understand him or be there for him. No matter how hard he tries.
âIâm sorry,â she apologizes when a sob breaks free. She curls in over the table and Johnâs reaching over to rub her shoulders. She grabs a hold of her hand in his. âI just missed you so much.â She presses a kiss to his knuckles. âI donât think I know how to not miss you.â
John doesnât say anything but he motions a server over to settle the bill and once thatâs done, heâs taking her hand and pulling her out the chair.
âYou got enough food in you?â
All she can do is nod.
Her body feels electric on the short walk back to the hotel. He doesnât do more than hold her hand and she thinks that is what has her nerves jittery, his palm in her hand sets her alight. She can feel his rough skin and the calluses on his fingers and the fingertips he runs over her skin and she bites back a moan.
Moaning in the middle of a bustling London street? Sheâd be thrown into an asylum sheâs sure.
Beside her heâs quiet but his steps are quick. She has to lightly jog to keep up with long strides. He pulls on her hand to help her keep pace. It makes her think heâs as impatient for it as she is so she was surprised when upon closing the hotel room behind him he stays by the door. Not nearing or touching or kissing.
Just - nothing.
Her throat becomes tight again as she remembers the girl from the night before and her conversation with Gale. Is that the reason why?
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous,â he says before she can spiral any further. Approaching her and bringing their lips together in a searing kiss, wasting no time in sliding his tongue alongside hers.
âI love you,â she responds and once again he doesnât say it back. She figured he wouldnât but she wanted to try. He takes her mouth in his again.
She gets irrationally angry, suddenly feeling the need to claim him so she bites at his bottom lip. He pulls back to press a finger to his lip, wiping the blood there.
Lila pulls on his belt, dropping to her knees right there in the middle of the room.
Mine. Heâs mine.
âMake me your wife again,â sheâs not sure but it sounds like sheâs begging as she manages to unbuckle his belt and pull them around his strong thighs.
âGod,â he breathed, âfuck. Look at you.â
Swollen lips parted for him to put to use. John wrapped his fist around her long hair to maintain a good grip, allowing the tip of his cock to hit the back of her throat. There was no resistance, no gag, her body remembering how it was taught to take all of him even though time had passed. John loved that fucking mouth and he found himself angry as thoughts entered his mind - if anyone had fucked her mouth while heâd been away - and he jerks his hips more forcefully. Rough.
This time Lila does gag. Her hand goes to push against his hip but he doesnât allow her to pull away.
âDid anyone else do this?â
She splutters, eyes on him and confused with a mouthful of cock, unable to talk.
âDid you suck someone elseâs cock? This is mine, Lila. Mine.â
He holds her down for a couple of more seconds before allowing her reprieve. She sputters and coughs, looking at him the entire time.
His dick is still hard and long, standing to attention, and heâs not sure whether he should apologize before sheâs taking his bobbing dick back into her mouth. To the back of her throat and gulping and fondling his balls. Her nose kissing the coarse hairs on his belly trail and although it feels fucking amazing - he can feel the anger too. Her anger.
How dare he accuse her.
When she pulls off thereâs a strand of saliva connecting his prick to her tongue. She has half a mind to go back for more but heâs pulling her back by her hair.
âIâm so lucky to have a wife whoâs cock hungry,â he groans, pulling her to her feet by her hair and connecting their mouths in a rough kiss. Their teeths crash and tongues wrestly and he feels fucking crazy that she tastes like him. Simultaneously ripping each otherâs clothes off.
Lila didnât have any warning. One second she was kissing him and ripping open his shirt and the next she was bent over the bed with her ass in the air. John ran a finger over the wet patch on her underwear. The bite on her cheek was also unexpected and she clawed at the sheets, sure she could come from the feeling alone.
âThis is mine, Lila,â he leaned in close, burying his face in her underwear. âMine.â
All she could do was whimper and agree.
John smacked her ass so hard it jiggled. Lila yelled and after the pain ceded, time seemed to stop. Nothing but their rough breathing filling the room. John had never done that before.
She wasnât sobbing but there were tears escaping. She was sure he didnât know. He was waiting for a reaction.
Lila wasnât sure where this side of her husband came from. Had he held back those two months? Did he learn it in Europe? Was that why there was another woman - because she couldnât satisfy him?
She canât lose him.
âPlease,â she begs, hiding tears in the duvet, âdo it again.â
Lies. It was all lies but John believes her and he strikes again. She yelps, fisiting the sheets. He believes itâs in pleasure.
Ten slaps. Thatâs how many she endures before he begins shushing and petting her again. He runs his fingers through her folds and although she didnât enjoy the punishment mentally - she did nothing wrong, he was the liar - her body certainly did. Sheâs sopping wet, sheâs gonna have to throw out her underwear because theyâre destroyed.
âDid you enjoy that?â He grabs a fistful of her hair to sit her up, her back against his sweaty, matter chest. âYou like being spanked, baby?â
âYes.â Itâs only half of a lie.
âNow - now, Iâm going to fuck you. Nice and hard, just how you like it,â she wants to scream at him. She wants to hit him. When did she ever like it hard? When was hard ever nice? Who was he thinking about because it wasnât her.
But at the same time she rocks back against him to feel his cock hard between her cheeks. She canât say she doesnât want it. Him. This.
He pushes her back down at her teasing, using his now free hands to spread her cheeks and show her tight asshole. Untouched and pure. He presses the tip of his cock against it but he doesnât push. He doesnât move.
She jerks at the pressure. Drools on the mattress as she tries to bite down to temper her screams.
Do it.
No, donât.
âOne day,â he promises, pressing deeper so her hole opens but not deep enough to push. âBut today, today I want this.â And without any prepping like sheâs used to, without any more warning, heâs sliding down and pushing into her. Hard. Deep.
She screams, canât help it, claws at the mattress in an attempt to crawl away.
It hurt but it felt so good.
Who was she?
âYou think you can go be with other men? Let them use the holes I trained? The ones that belong to me?â He pumps into her deep. Once, twice. Sheâs so wet the noises filling the room are pornographic, her yelling and his panting and her sopping wet vagina smacking against his thighs and taking his cock so well. âYou like it like this, Lila? Like when I fucking own you?â
âYes, yes,â she swears and this time she isnât lying. Itâs all she can manage; she thinks sheâs gone cock dumb. There are no words, no feelings, just the feeling of him filling her.
She clenches tight when he slides out. She wants him inside her forever.
He releases his hold of her hair, stepping away. Heâs tired of muffling her moans and words. Heâs tired of not being able to see her beautiful face.
Johnâs favorite face in the entire world.
âTurn around,â he commands.
Lila kneels on wobbly legs as she turns over, having little to no energy and bouncing as her body lands with no grace on the mattress. John grabs one of her jiggling breasts in his large hand, squeezing tightly.
âI fucking missed these.â He takes one in his mouth, biting down on her nipple hard. She shrieks but holds his head to pull him closer.
Her thighs are forced open by his hand and then heâs taking hold of himself and thrusting in deep again. Releasing her breasts from his mouth in order to look at her mouth. Lilaâs face when heâs fucking her is as close to heaven as he thinks heâll ever get. Sheâs incoherent but sheâs begging for more - that much he can make out. She manages to gather the strength to grab hold of him and pull him down, clawing at his back.
He hisses at the pain and bites on her collarbone to reciprocate it.
When she grabs the nape of his neck, the cool touch of her wedding ring against his skin, it gives him pause. This was his wife. His wife.
John has been gone so long he thinks he forgot he was married.
âI love you,â he finally says it, pressing his forehead against hers as he slows down. He sniffles then, leaning down to press a wet open-mouthed kiss against hers and swallow her moans. John canât believe he forgot he had this; canât believe he forgot for a minute how lucky he was. Sheâs gorgeous (and not just externally) and heâs quite sure he somehow managed to dream her up. âI love you,â he swears again.
This time sheâs the one who doesnât say it.
She clutches at neck and pulls him down to take a boob in his mouth. Looking him in the eye hurts too damn much. Why did he have to do this now? She was lost in the pain; she had been taking her punishment.
Lila squeezed her eyes shut, moaning loudly as she thrashed around the bed. Her orgasm taking over her body. She wrapped both legs tighter around John, squeezing and pulsing around him and dragging him to the edge with her.
âFuck, fuck,â he roared, âso damn tight. Yes, Lila. My perfect wife.â
For a couple of seconds, they lay in the aftermath. Lila could feel the heat of Johnâs breath against her neck. She counted how many breaths they shared in between one another as they recuperated.
Forty-seven thatâs how many breaths they shared as they stayed connected.
Forty-eight thatâs when John managed to lift his head and place a peck against her mouth. One she didnât return.
Forty-nine thatâs when John pulled back in concern. Lila was so still.
Fifty. Thatâs the breath she used to say, âyou cheated on me,â looking him right in the eyes as she broke out in uncontrollable sobs.
She cried and cried underneath him. Unable to move because her legs felt like jello and they held no power. Unable to push him off because she didnât want to let him go. Unable to speak because she was suffocating in her heartbreak.
John watched her until he couldnât, until he was afraid she was going to choke on her own tears and then he was sitting her up, trying to ignore the way she fought against his touch.
Iâm sorry, Iâm here, he kept saying.
I hate you, she thought but didnât say.
Until finally, âdonât touch me!â She yelled when he got too close and made to wrap her up in a hug. âGet away from me, John. Stay away.â She crawled to the edge of the bed and curled herself into a tiny ball. Aware she was fully naked and he was still leaking out of her but she couldnât find it in herself to do anything except cry.
She couldnât breathe. She couldnât open her lungs and get any air in. She slapped at the headboard, aware that she was having a panic attack as suddenly everything hit her all at once. It was entirely consuming and she couldnât do anything to fight against it except cry. All the feelings rushed her at once.
This was going to be it. The weekend of two lovers reunited was the weekend from hell and this was going to be it. She was going to return home in a day and he would stay in Europe and continue to fight the war and seek out other girls and when he returned she wouldnât be his wife anymore.
Lila would be scornful and full of resentment and miserable and he would leave her. This last time was going to be all she had and she hated him for ruining it.
Why couldnât he hide his affairs better?
Why did she have to surprise him?
She was perfectly happy not knowing. She was worried and stressed to hell and crying every night missing him but, oh God, all that was better than this.
Lila isnât sure how long itâs been since she last took a breath but she feels herself fading. Sheâs shivering and naked in their bed and she can only slightly take in that Johnâs wrapping her up in the duvet and curling himself around her to warm her up. Sheâs trying to tell him she canât breathe, sheâs suffocating, at the same time heâs blowing air in her face.
Sheâs fading when she feels it. A sting on the left side of her face. Hard and sharp and enough to have her gasping for a deep breath.
âBaby, please, wake up,â heâs crying over her, his head on her chest, âwake up. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
Her chest aches. She coughs.
He whips his head up so fast she almost laughs. Almost.
âLila,â he holds her against his chest, rocking them back and forth on the bed as she takes in her surroundings. She isnât sure how long she was out or how long she was panicking for. Had the sun been setting while she lost her shit? It was dark outside now. âDonât leave me, you canât leave me. Please.â
She taps at his arms to get him to release. She doesnât think she can talk.
John allows her the space but he doesnât remove himself from the bed. He stays kneeling, watching her. His hands keep twitching like he wants to reach out and touch her but heâs trying to respect her wishes of not being touched.
She doesnât lay back down, she stays resting against the headboard. Breathing hurts. Sheâs scared of suffocating once more. Her left cheek begins burning and she wishes she had the strength to go look in the mirror. Did he mark her? She hopes he did.
Lilaâs glad he made it hurt.
âYou need to go,â she finally manages to say, ignoring the way heâs already shaking his head in defiance. âLeave me here, John. I want you to go. Get another room.â Find another woman. âI leave in a day.â She wishes she never came to stupid London. She wishes she could forget this entire trip.
âLila itâs the war,â he starts, shaking in his own tears. âItâs all the shit I see, baby. None of it was because of you okay? None. You donât fucking know what itâs like up there for us but I stay alive in hopes of coming home to you.â He promises.
She shakes her head, fighting back any more tears. How the hell could she still have any tears left?
âBut Gale didnât cheat,â it bursts out of her before she can stop it and she knows itâs the wrong thing to say entirely.
John stops his apologies, clearing his throat as he gets up and begins dressing into his suit. She doesnât stop him. She doesnât take back any of what she said. She gets tired of sitting so she lays on her side, staring out the window and noticing London doesnât have many stars. Is that why itâs so horrible here? Because there were no stars to wish upon.
She could hear his boots stomping on the ground as he reached the door. âMaybe you should have married Gale fucking Cleven then.â And the door slams shut behind him.
She wonders if heâs angry enough to find a girl and sleep with her. Her eyes blur. The time on the clock is six p.m and Londonâs already dark. She realizes she hasnât slept since her plane ride. About 19 hours awake - her and John.
Lila allows her eyes to close, hoping when she wakes everything will be better.
Shadows over her eyelids wake her up. Lila finds she hasnât moved. Sheâs in the same position facing the window. Facing London, only now bombs are dropping over it. The prettiest colors burst forward in the window but she knows it's truly only tragedy and loss. Murder.
She recognizes John sitting in the arm chair and she wonders when he got back. He isnât facing her, heâs watching bomb after bomb drop and land no more than mere miles away from them. Heâs holding a whiskey on ice, twirling the ice so it hits against the glass.
Lila wonders then if it was the shadows or the noise that woke her up.
âI must have punched in my card a long time ago,â his voice is strong in the dead of the night, seemingly even louder than when heâs singing in the pub. âIt must be the reason for all of this. Karma.â He scoffs.
I deserve this, is what heâs trying to say.
Lila feels her stomach twist and spin and thereâs bile sitting in her throat. She closes her eyes to stop herself from imagining John in a plane, dropping a bomb that lands on children. She closes her eyes so she doesnât have to see the hurt sitting on his shoulders.
She remembers how angry she was when he first signed up. Before they were married. They had been dating for over a month, barely, and she already scribbled âMrs. Eganâ over her notebooks. Sheâd heard it from his younger sister, Eileen, and she felt her world stop. She hadnât hesitated to run to the stables he worked at and confront him in front of all the men.
âYouâre leaving me,â she had accused him. âYouâre gonna leave! Iâll never forgive you, John Egan.â
And in front of everyone heâd knelt down and produced a ring, the one his father had given his mother and said, âMarry me.â He didnât ask because they both knew it wasnât a question.
She was already his.
And he was hers.
Lila had forgiven him and promised to love, honor, and obey for the rest of her life.
She doesnât have the strength to stand so even though her throat burns she speaks. âLay with me,â she croaks. Her voice is raspy and broken and even clearing it aches.
John shakes his head. âYou donât want me to.â
âLay with me,â she repeats, firm. âI just want to fall asleep with you.â
He looks at her like he's scared to believe. Trying to figure out whether sheâs simply being cruel and going to kick him out in her next breath. Or more likely, heâs scared sheâll lose her shit being near him again.
John, hopeful and never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, sets his drink down and nears the bed. Lila keeps her eyes locked on his and he does the same. Their moves and tension resemble a game of chicken, one of them afraid any sudden change can have the other running off.
âTake off your uniform,â she says when he pushes back the covers while still fully dressed. He jerks his head in confusion and she bites her lip to contain a laugh at his dirty mind. Sex is the last thing on her mind. âI want to feel you, thatâs all.â
John does as she asks, setting his cap down and shredding every layer before heâs naked and gorgeous and sliding in beside her. She doesnât allow herself to think about what it means when she immediately slides closer.
Lilaâs the one to wrap her arms around him.
Lilaâs the one to intertwine their legs.
John follows her lead, lifting an arm so she can raise her head and use it as a pillow. She scoots her face closer and she nuzzles into her armpit, smelling his deodorant and feeling his hairs poke at her nose. She moves further along, escaping the cocoon of his armpit to press her cheek against his chest. She clutches his dog tags in her palm, tight, so he canât get up in the middle of the night.
âCan we fall asleep together?â She asks, but when she looks up Johnâs already there.
The next time Lila wakes up her palm aches. She releases what sheâs gripping, remembering how she clung to Johnâs dog tags when he slid into bed beside her. She lifts her head and finds John already looking at her.
Heâs got the saddest eyes sheâs ever seen and she hates that sheâs partly why.
âWe should talk,â her voice is low and cracks from not being used. John nods his head but makes no move to begin.
Lila lays her head back on his chest, lightly picking at his matted, curly chest hair. She presses her lips to a freckle near his nipple and his intake of breath lets her know he felt it,
âIâm not the one you write the most letters too,â she starts, finding it easier to not have to look him in the eye. âYou write the most to your mom. And Iâm not the one who can calm you down when your anger gets the best of you,â sheâs so tired of crying, âthatâs Gale. âAnd I canât even be here for you at the end of a mission to console you or kiss you or help you forget,â she chokes on a sob. âThatâs whoever else.â
I couldnât even keep our baby healthy, she leaves out.
âWhatâs your point with all this, Lila?â
Lila lifts her head from his chest, âMy point is Iâm a horrible wife. I - I donât know if it was too soon or just not thought out but this - I- â she canât get the rest of the words out.
âDonât say that,â John sits up against the headboard, forcing her up as well. He grabs both her wrists in one of his hands to pull her closer and grab her attention. âDonât fucking tell me that, Lila.â
âI donât make you happy,â she shakes her head.
âYou do. Everything I do, everything Iâm doing - itâs for you Lila.â
âI donât want to marry Gale. Or someone like him. I love you. Only you. But Iâm scared that I donât make you happy. You deserve better.â
âOh you dumbass,â John coos, suddenly finding the entire situation amusing. He pulls her in for a hug. âYouâre my entire fucking heart, Lila Egan. You donât think you make me happy? Youâre the only thing in my life, in my head, that makes me happy.â
She pulls away to hold his face. âIf youâre gonna leave me John you need to tell me now. I donât care about the girls if all they are is to pass the time. And I donât care that you write to your mom more than me and I donât care that Gale is the one you listen to but I just need to be the one you love the most. I need to know Iâm making you happy.â
His heart aches at the fact that he made her feel she was ever anything less than the most important person in his life. âLila,â he presses a kiss to her lips, âRose,â another kiss, âEgan,â another. âAre my only reason for staying alive.â
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BABY MAKING
Synopsis: What was meant to be a quick shopping trip to Target ends in you and your husband trying for a second baby.
Warning: Fluff / Humorish / Smut. Swear word usage, Est. Couple, Father!Jaehyun, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, and more!
A/N: Hereâs a little something while I finish the requests sorry itâs taking a while, anyways enjoy! :)
Pairing: Jaehyun x fem reader
Your parents had insisted on looking over your daughter which you didnât hesitate to agree. You had to admit, you love your daughter a blessing really but itâs gotten a point in your life where you just need that fresh breath of air. Even if it means your time be spent running errands. Much like you, your husband was on the same page. Endless nights from both work and parenting takes a toll on a person. The eye bags on both yours and his face have gotten visibly deeper along with the noticeable fatigue. And as you drop off your daughter with one last kiss to her adorable little head, the two of you were off.
Target. The store where thereâs practically everything one could possibly need. You enter wearing baggy sweats and lose t-shirt. Hair in a messy bun as you start looking over your grocery list, for the lack of time the list has gotten rather long. Jaehyun by your side as he took the responsibility in maneuvering the cart. âEggs, Milk, Diapers, Paper TowelsâŠâ as the two of you go aisle by aisle you felt yourself at ease for the time being. For a while it seemed like it was only you two. Just how it was only a year ago. It still feels odd to think youâre a mother now. Staring down at your hand and seeing the pearly white Diamond glimmering on your ring finger, shifting your eyes and seeing Jaehyunâs as well. Feeling his elbow nudge you, you look up at him. A soft smile on his face as he tilts his head at you. âYou okay? You kinda spaced out on me.â Chuckling lightly you nod, âIâm good. You got the formula?â âRight here. Oh look they have my socks I wear.â Letting him walk off to inspect the aisle of socks, you check off the formula on your list. Waiting for your husband to choose a pair of socks took quite a while, too long you might say. And just before youâre about ready to hurry him up you hear the cry of a baby behind you.
Turning and seeing a mother had been strolling by, picking up her son as she consoles him. You canât help but smile at the scene, until you stopped. With wide eyes, you turn to face your husband. âJae gimme your hoodie.â Not turning to face you he responds, âBaby didnât I say to bring a sweater? I told you it was gonna be cold.â He snorts wincing when you leave a rather hard smack on his bicep. Looking back, his eyes widen when he sees you clenching your chest. âAre youâŠ?â âYes Jae, Iâm lactating!â The sound of a babyâs cry has left a wet patch on your through your shirt.
Yay on motherhood.
Quick to take his hoodie off, he covers you from any passerbyâs. âCanât believe this is happening.â Hearing Jaehyun chuckle, you send him a glare as you are left uncomfortably soaked. âLets just get the rest of the groceries and get out of here.â You tell him annoyedly, and without another word he grabs his socks and quickly puts it in the cart.
With every passing second spent in Target was just another second your poor breasts were being filled with milk. And as the thought came in, the realization settled. âGod I forgot the breast pump is broken.â You say, âItâs alright we can go grab another itâll be the last thing before checking out.â Nodding the two of you make your way out. About to enter the aisle youâre forcibly knocked into another person walking out in a hurry. Clutching your chest in pain by the sudden pressure. âExcuse you!â Jaehyun shouts when he sees the woman simply walk by without even acknowledging your presence. Rolling his eyes at her, his irritated expression changes immediately of one of worry. âYou okay baby?â Out of words to say from the pain you simply nod and wave him off. Instead you merely point at the breast pump. âRight.â Grabbing it and putting it in the cart, he wraps an arm around your waist and helps you move. By the time the two of you made it outside, you didnât wait for Jaehyun and instead grabbed the box with the pump and ran straight to the passengers seat.
A grin on his face as he watched you, wearing slides and holding your chest as you struggled to open the door, looking up at him and seeing he had the keys held up for you to see. âOpen it!â He hears you yell in which he snorts and does so. By the time heâs done filling the trunk with the grocery bags, he gets in and sees you almost filling a bottle full of breast milk. âDid not think itâd get swollen so quickly.â You moan in pain as you try to massage the tender breast. Sending you a sympathetic smile he leans in and kisses you. âLove you.â He mumbles on your lips. âYeah yeah-â You say trying to not put much attention to the obvious heat your face was getting from his words. Years later and still he had you a blushing mess. Hearing him laugh, he leans further and presses a kiss on your boob. Buckling in, he turns on the ignition and looks over at you. âWant Starbucks? Heard itâs okay to have a bit of caffeine while breast feedingâŠI can even get you a cake pop.â Looking at him, you contemplate it for a bit before nodding. Smiling, he rests a hand on your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze before backing out of the parking lot.
By the time youâre in the drive thru and waiting in the long line of cars, Jaehyun canât help but revert his eyes over at you. The pumping is rather loud and after a while itâs gotten annoying with his hoodie constantly in the way so you pushed it up and now have your entire chest out in the open. Thank god for the tinted windows you managed to convince him to get. Swallowing as he bounces his leg quicker than ever. âGeez whatâs gotten you so fidgety?â You joke at him, completely oblivious to the effect you have on him. Missing the hard gulp he takes, he doesnât have time to respond to you before heâs having to drive forward and roll his window down. The man about to read him his bill, gets his words caught in his throat when he noticed you. Jaehyun whips his head around and grabs his hoodie and tugs it down. A whine escapes you as it caused the bottle to tip and have some of the milk spill.
âJae-â Face palming when you see the poor boyâs face red and hot you look down. Resting a hand on the arm rest covering your view of him. âSorry about that.â Jaehyun can merely say before handing him his card. Clearing his throat awkwardly, the cashier mutters out a low, âitâs okayâ before swiping the card.
âYou could have at least warned me.â You tell him the second the window is up and getting out of the drive thru. âIâm sorry I wasnât thinking how could I?â âWhat, are you saying my breasts are too distracting?â You ask him as you take a bite out of your cake pop. He goes to respond but is cut off when you groan in pain again. âGod I donât understand how my girls can work so fast. Iâm already full again!â Hearing the sound of the pump again, Jaehyun takes a quick glance over and seeing your breasts were out in the open again. Feeling the familiar tightness in his pants he shifts in his seat uncomfortably before clearing his throat. âBabe I know itâs something out of your control but-â he barely manages to get out as his hand grips on the steering wheel, his other on your thigh riding higher up your leg.
âOh my god are you seriously turned on right now?â You say surprisingly. âCan you blame me? You know Iâm a titties man.â Slapping his chest, he smirks and glances over at you briefly. âGosh when arenât you horny?â âHey I didnât see you complaining the night our daughter was conceived.â Mouth slightly parted you squint your eyes at him. âMy period was close to kicking in, my hormones were running high.â âYeah,â he scoffs. âHormones alright letâs blame it on that.â He finishes while trailing higher until they rest on top of your clothed cunt. Gasping, you grip his wrist. âStill sensitive as always, shall I blame that on the hormones as well?â
Smirking when he sees you spread your legs he begins to rub circles. A small moan falls off your lips, âOf course Iâm sensitive, I did just shit out a baby a few months ago.â âBirthed babe, you birthed our daughter.â
âYeah well when youâre in a state of pure agony you no longer give a shit if you were constipated or giving birth either way, youâre being ripped apart regardless.â
Lifting your hand, he takes it up to his lips and presses a kiss. âAnd Iâm so proud of you for that. I donât say it enough but you really are so strong and admirable, I could never and itâs why I love you so much.â Sending him a soft smile, you pick up your drink and take a sip of it. For a while it was silent the car ride home, and it isnât until youâre only a block away does he speak up.
âIâm still horny by the way.â
The groceries go ignored the second Jaehyun parks in the drive way. Carrying you inside the empty house his focus is on you. Sliding his tongue in your mouth as you run your hands through his hair. Setting you on to the closest furniture, the couch. He begins to take off his shirt. Tossing it aside as he leans back in to attach his lips with yours. Large hands roaming up your stomach, lifting your shirt to trace the beautiful stretch marks heâs fallen in love with. A memory of when you were pregnant with his daughter. Finding his way to your breasts where you let out a loud moan the second he punches your nipples. Trailing gentle kisses on them and feeling himself get harder when he notices a small streak of your milk fall down your chest. The tightness in his jeans is painful, and his grunts are heard throughout the house the second your hand is placed on top of his bulge.
âPlease baby.â âWhat is it my love?â He curls a finger underneath your chin and tilts his head. âMhm?â âLet me make you feel good.â Pupils dark and dilated, he finds no reason to object. Standing up and unbuckling his belt, he hissed when the cool air hits his hard cock. Soft hands fisting him as you kitten lick him. Too slow for his taste, and so he grabs your chin and gets you to open. Grabbing his dick and propping it in your mouth. âGood girl.â He groans when he feels your tongue salivate him. Taking him deeper and quickening your pace. Bobbing your head as you gag every now and then. Music to his hears, enamored with your beautiful eyes that look up at him for approval. âTaking me so well, keep sucking pretty girl.â Fisting your hair in his hold his breathing becomes uneven the sloppier you suck him. Pulling away and a long stripe of your saliva connecting you to him. Heâs red and veiny and it only makes you want to keep sucking him more. Until heâs completely empty. Jaehyun was right, hormones wasnât the reason why you yearned for him so much. You being on your period wasnât why you got pregnant. You got pregnant because you want him, everyday. A man so appealing like him is impossible to not be attracted.
The man standing before you yearns for you just as much. Seeing you on your knees taking his big cock is enough to fuck you with his babies any time of the day. With how sex craved the two of you are, heâs surprised it took you guys this long to finally get pregnant. The slurps and gargles are heard bouncing off the walls, grunts and groans coming from your husband add on to it. His abs are clenched when he feels the familiar feeling beginning to form. Throwing his head back, he starts fucking your throat. With need and desperation heâs trying to find his climax. âShit!â He canât help but swear when you suck in your cheeks. The tightness around his dick, your warm mouth and talented tongue is enough to throw him over the edge. He feels himself explode in your mouth, shooting it all down your throat. Shivers coursing throughout his skin when he feels you hum on his dick. Watching you swallow every single drop. A small twinkle in your eyes as a bit of his cum falls from the crevice of your mouth. Leaning in to kiss you, he tastes the saltiness of himself. âNot done with you yet.â He murmurs on top of your lips.
He was right. For the time your parents had your daughter, Jaehyun took it as an opportunity to get back some husband and wife bonding time. He missed your touch, and even though the cuddling and make outs are just as good he still craved you. Seeing you pumping milk did things to him and even though it pained him to see you in labor tired and in pain it only made him want to love you a thousand times more. Your round belly and the after glow of postpartum birth, he feels like a dog thinking this way but he canât help but want to fuck another baby in you. So soon but he wants to, needs to.
The two of you always spoke of how many kids youâd want and even though Jaehyun was the one who wanted a big family in comparison to you, the two of you agreed you at least wanted the kids to be close in age. Which is why he has no problem getting you nice and spread on the kitchen counter. Not caring you were in the middle of putting away the milk you had just pumped, and instead focuses on making you come over and over again with his tongue. Get you nice and soak so youâre ready to take him for countless rounds it takes to get you nice and stuffed. âJae!â You hiccup, he doesnât remove his mouth. He doesnât even flinch, instead he buries his face further into your pussy. Eating you like a starved man and grunting each time your nails tugged a little too hard on his hair. âBaby itâs too much!â You throw your head back on the table. Completely naked for him just the way he likes it, hickies left all over your skin trailing them down to your sensitive pussy where your legs are trying their hardest not to close. Your husbandâs large hands keeping them spread as he spits on your clit before diving right back in.
Your breath hitches as you shake in his hold. Another orgasm is ripped out of you, tears falling down your face. Jaehyun can feel you throbbing on his tongue, your sweet juices hitting his tastebuds. Finally, he pulls away. A shimmer around his mouth as he pulls you closer to the edge of the table. Leaning in to press a firm kiss on your lips, muffling the loud moan of yours when he forced himself inside you. No matter how much scissoring and tongue fucking heâs done you simply refuse to get used to his size. Your husbandâs too big and itâs what drives you into subspace. He knows that, which is why he fucks you for hours if he really wanted to. Until he sees your pretty tears and face lost in pure bliss does he let up. Your husband has insane stamina, he can go for so long without ever climaxing. Thatâs unless you blow him, then he turns putty for you.
âSo big!â You gasp out, eyes shut but Jaehyun doesnât like that. No, you canât lose yourself right now. He needs your eyes on him, to see how beautifully connected you two are. How well you take him, tapping your cheek he presses a soft kiss on your cheekbone. âOpen those pretty eyes for me mama.â Mewling, he doesnât give you time to disobey him. Lightly slapping the side of your face to get you to look at him and when you do he canât help but grin. You looked ethereal in your current position, seeing you shining in sweat, chest covered in his love marks and lips swollen he can practically go feral for you. So he does. Gripping your legs and hovering them over your hips he begins to ram into you. The claps much louder along with your moans. Breath hitching each time he hits your gspot, your hands quick to grab onto his forearm digging your nails into his skin. Giving him space to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. His favorite place to stuff his face in second to stuffing it in your sopping pussy.
You feel his hot tongue running up your neck, shivering at the sensation especially when your husband doesnât show signs in slowing down. Your walls gripping him tightly the harder he pounds into you. It felt good, so good your eyes began to tear up. Squelches were heard as your stomach kept clenching. When he pulls away, his hair is in the way. His eyes slightly covered, looking down he lets out a loud grunt upon seeing the prominent bump near your lower abdomen. âWhere you feel me?â He huskily asks. âSo deep!â Grabbing your hand, he leads it down to your stomach and has it lying on top of the print of his tip. âFeel me here baby?â âYes!â Throwing your head back when he stops his movement to focus on thrusting further. âHow about now?â
You couldnât answer, you felt full and pure bliss. And as much as youâd like to indulge in the pleasure, your husband has a need for you to remind him how good he makes you feel. âAnswer me.â âGod I feel you in my stomach Jae!â Itâs all he wanted to hear to get back to fucking you. Plunging in and out, quick motions before he pulls out and turns you around. Despite the insane amount lust he has, he takes the time to grab a pillow and rest it under your hip. Gentle to pull your hair away from your face and use it as leverage when he goes back to ramming inside you.
âIâm so close!â Heâs gone silent, and you know once he is it means he too is close. And as the two of you are hitting your climax, youâll soon come to find out this wonât be the last of it today.
Your parents are meant to drop your daughter off soon, in an hour precisely when the clock strikes 9 but Jaehyun wasnât worried. Heâs taken the initiative to have sex with you on all the surface inside the house. He canât quite explain where this sudden horniness came from, maybe the breast pumping truly was a turn on for him and he just now acted upon it. It only took about half up to an hour before Jaehyun attached himself back on you. Wrapping his arms, pressing heated kisses to the nape of your neck, rubbing his groin up against your ass before he bends you over whatever surface nearest to you. By the time night came, your and his hair looked completely disheveled along with bruised lips. Necks covered in dark colors and both reeking of sex.
Couch, bed, kitchen counter, wall, door it was endless and he was sure he had gotten you pregnant by now. You guys went at it like a bunch of bunnies no way he didnât knock you up. And as he lied on the bed watching you get ready to shower, the thought of you wet and naked had him getting hard again. Not even uttering a single word before he follows you in. âExcuse me?â Not responding, he closes the door and begins to take off his shirt. Revealing his toned chest to be covered in scratch marks, fainted lipstick and hickies. âOne more wonât hurt right?â He raises a brow and smiles mischievously. âAre you trying to impregnate me with twins or something?â Shrugging, he picks you up and settles you on the counter. Pressing his lips on top of yours, he helps take off your oversized tee. âWould it be so bad?â
Giggling, you open your legs to let him fit right between them. Seeing his eyes darken as he leans in to start fondling with your breasts. Gasping when you feel yourself starting to lactate. âJae!â Holding you still he continues to suck. Your tits were sensitive, you couldnât hold still but this never faltered the man in front of you. Instead he grew determined and as he tastes your sweet milk he knew, there was absolutely no way he could wait who knows how many days before he can have you to himself again. Play with you as much as his heart desires. So, with reluctance he pulls away. Watching a few drops fall on your stomach. Leaning in to lick it up, you feel yourself begin to get excessively wet again. Playing with his soft hair, your intrusive thoughts wanting you to simply push his head a bit further to where you most need him.
âBe right back, need to make a call. Get in while I do that.â He says hurriedly. Curling a finger around your chin, he pulls you in for another wet sloppy kiss before walking out the bathroom. With a huff, you do as told and get into the shower. And while the bathroom steamed up, waiting impatiently for your husband to return and fuck you. Jaehyun quickly picked up his phone and dialed the familiar phone number. One ring, two rings and on the third they picked up.
âAfternoon Mrs. Y/l/n, so sorry to bother but something came up and I donât think weâll be home tonight. You wouldnât mind if she stayed with you for the night right?â
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Chapter 1: I said, "dancin' is a dangerous game"
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pairing:Â anthony bridgerton x fem!reader WC:Â 2.5k words
Warnings:Â period-typical gender roles, lowkey why do i ship daphne and y/n....
Summary:Â At her wit's end after Anthony's multiple attempts to scare away her suitors, Daphne employs her best friend's help to keep her brother distracted while she tries to find a husband. It's a foolproof plan, except it ends up working a little too well. (or, a Bridgerton version of The Taming of the Shrew/10 things I hate about you)
May 13, 1812 - You were in Hyde Park less than ten minutes before you saw Daphne Bridgerton's figure out of the corner of your eye. Delighted that she'd joined you earlier than expected, you waved her over.
"Hello, Daph," you greeted cheerfully, scooting over so your best friend could sit beside you on the bench. "I didn't think I'd see you for a few hours, given how many gentlemen asked you to dance last night. Did none of them call?"
Daphne groaned, a scowl set deep on her face, as she took a piece of bread from your basket and broke it into chunks to feed the ducks.
"Don't remind me. Most of them called, actually," she responded. "If only Anthony had let me have three seconds with them I might have been able to discern whether or not I was actually interested. He barged into the sunroom and promptly kicked everyone out. There was not a single suitor left in the room by the time he'd finished!"
You snorted. "Ah, so the overbearing eldest brother is once again to blame."
"Isn't he always?" she responded, too annoyed to match the lightness in your tone.
You just smiled to yourself and fed the ducks silently, knowing Daphne well enough to hide your smile from her, given that she was more than likely fuming at Anthony's constant meddling. You knew he meant well, but he was known to go a bit overboard at times. Well, most times. Especially when it came to Daphne's courtships.
"Anthony's the biggest rake in Mayfair, anyway. I don't know exactly what moral high ground he thinks he's standing on but it's certainly not as sturdy as he assumes," continued Daphne, still upset over that morning's happenings.
"Is it really that bad, Daph?" you said in an attempt to console her. "At least you're not getting hordes of unpleasant men at your doorstep every day. And you know the kinds of men that frequent the ton aren't always the kind you'd want to spend your afternoons with."
"I'm not getting any men at my doorstep! That's the problem!" exclaimed Daphne, exasperated. "I know you might not share the same desires as me, but I would eventually like to get married and have a family."
"I want to find a husband, too," you insisted, your tone bordering on defensive. "I just don't particularly feel bothered to look for one during my first season."
Daphne sobered immediately, coming out of her annoyance toward her brother as she could sense you were upset. "I didn't mean it like that, I swear," she insisted, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes. "It was just-"
"I understand," you smiled at her, placing your hand over hers. "I just don't have the same urgency as you do, on account of my father having absolutely no stake in my marital status. No stake in anything about me at all, actually."
It would be a sad sentiment if you weren't used to it. You were an only child, and your mother had died after getting ill when you were only five years old. Your father, of course, was quite busy with the land he managed, and thus most of your upbringing had just been you and your governess. And the Bridgertons, of course.
You had met Daphne when she was eight and you were seven, and the two of you had gotten along splendidly since then. Since you had no real family of your own, bar your absent father, you spent copious amounts of time at the Bridgerton residence at Daphne's insistence. You now found yourself to be a semi-permanent fixture in their house, feeling just as home there as you did at your father's home.
This proximity to the Bridgertons had made you intimately familiar with Anthony's overprotective demeanor. Ever since you and Daphne were young, Anthony had gone out of his way to make sure that his siblings were cared for. Sometimes that included you, too. But unfortunately, he could take it too far sometimes.
"Did you like anyone last night, at least? Your dress was quite magnificent and I know I'm not the only one who noticed," you winked at Daphne.
She hummed thoughtfully. "I don't entirely know. I don't think one dance is enough to know whether I truly like someone," she responded, slumping down on the bench.
"Especially not when Anthony cuts the dance short halfway through," you laughed, recalling the eldest Bridgerton's attempts to thwart Daphne's search for a husband.
But your comment did nothing to lighten the mood. Instead, it seemed to make your friend even more irritated.
"It's my second year out in society! I still don't have a husband. Not even close to it, apparently," continued Daphne, aggressively tossing bits of bread into the pond.
"Well, you have to marry eventually. Anthony can't keep you away from every man for the rest of your life!" you argued.
But this did little to quell Daphne's annoyance. "He's certainly trying," she muttered.
"We can ship him off to the West Indies for the season," you joked. "Surely he won't be able to interrupt your suitors from halfway across the globe."
Suddenly, Daphne raised her eyebrows, looking at you with a devious smile.
"I was only joking! We can't actually ship him away," you laughed. "Besides, how would the ladies of the ton ever survive without the most desirable bachelor who is always just out of reach?"
Daphne snorted, amused at your dig at Anthony. "No, no, we don't have to ship him away," she said. "But you are correct in saying that I need time away from him to fully explore potential matches."
You hummed in agreement, imagining how much easier life would be for Daphne if her older brother simply... let her be. "Is he going on a hunting trip soon?" you said hopefully.
Your best friend shook her head, still smiling at you like she was plotting something.
"What is it?" you pressed, laughing at her expression.
"Can I ask you a favor?" she said, an expectant look in her eyes.
âYes, Iâll kill Anthony for you. Iâve only been waiting for you to ask,â you joked.
âNo,â Daphne laughed. âIâm serious.â
âGo on then,â you nodded.
âCould you ask him to dance at tomorrowâs ball?â
âMe? Ask him? Are you out of your mind?â you sputtered. You had never danced with Anthony at a ball, and you couldn't fathom the first time you did so being after you were the one to ask him.
âY/N, please. I canât just rely on forlorn glances across the ballroom to secure suitors. I need to actually speak with them, and I wonât be able to if Anthony keeps... hovering.â
Granted, hovering was a very generous word for what Anthony was really doing. But still, you looked at her, uncertainty in your eyes. You werenât particularly keen on asking Anthony to dance, knowing he was famously opposed to marriage at this point in his life. Yes, you had grown up around him, but that didnât mean he was interested in you at all, and you didnât want to face that rejection if you could avoid it.
âDonât give me that look! I promise itâll work,â cried Daphne, desperate. âJust tell him you feel like dancing but donât want to give another man the wrong impression since itâs only your first season and youâre still biding your time. Most of which is true.â
She made a good point. You didnât want the hordes of men that seemed to flock to Daphne just yet. And would one dance really hurt that much?
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The music in the ballroom pleasantly surrounded you as you stood next to Violet. Daphne had left to dance with Lord Wilson, a bachelor of very distinguished background who seemed to be hanging onto every word your best friend said.
Just as you turned to Violet to comment on how well-suited the pair looked, Anthony stormed over to where you were standing.
"It's unbelievable that she's even giving him the time of day," he said lowly, looking wholly unimpressed by the dance happening a few feet in front of him.
You could feel Anthony growing tense beside you as the seconds ticked by, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Three seconds of his sister speaking with a man and he was ready to explode already? He was worse than you thought.
You saw Daphne lean back as she laughed at something the gentleman said, and you knew you had to act fast before Anthony intervened.
âOh, the music is wonderful tonight! Anthony, would you care for a dance?â
He tore his gaze away from his sister and looked at you, perplexed.
âAre you asking me to dance?â
âI believe I am, Anthony,â you said.
He scoffed, not quite believing you. âThat is not very proper of you, Lady L/N.â
âAnd you are a great authority on propriety, I presume?" you said, a playful edge to your voice. "Given your⊠adventures as a rake, surely you have a better idea of what is proper than I do.â
Anthony choked at your bold choice of words, not used to people calling him out so publicly. âY/N! Why do you want to dance with me then, if I'm such a rake?â
You rolled your eyes. âI just enjoy the music and want to dance. And I donât want to give any other men the wrong impression,â you recited exactly what Daphne had told you to say.
He nodded reluctantly and took your hand. âVery well. One dance, then. I donât want anyone getting the wrong impression of me either.â
This was the last time you ever did anything for Daphne. God, how difficult could one man be?
But all of your annoyance faded away once he placed his hand on your hip and spun you around. This was rather nice, you found yourself thinking. You hadn't properly danced at a ball yet, and you couldn't help but think that you'd missed out on a rather enjoyable activity.
The dance was going along quite smoothly, and you and Anthony seemed to be melting together, no longer two individuals but instead moving more like one entity. You were especially enjoying whenever his grip shifted slightly and his hand ran across the small of your back. To be truthful, you were simply having fun.
That is until you felt Anthony shifting you across the dance floor so you could get nearer to Daphne and the gentleman she was dancing with. Feeling Anthony's shoulders tense underneath your gingerly placed hands, you looked up at him.
Looking into his eyes, you raised your eyebrows. "She's fine, you know. You don't have to watch over her every second of every ball."
Anthony rolled his eyes, dismissing your comment. "Of course I do. She's my sister! I have to take care of her. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her or if she ended up betrothed to a dolt."
"Anthony," you softened your tone. "It's quite alright. It's not all up to you. You've got an entire family to keep her safe. And me, of course."
You could feel his muscles relax under your hands. "Thank you," he breathed out. "I know all of that to be true. I just worry about her. And about you! But luckily there aren't many suitors of yours to scare off."
"Oh," you said, your voice squeakier than you intended. "Thank you?" you questioned. You weren't quite sure how to take his comment.
"No!" he rushed out, immediately realizing what his words sounded like. "I didn't mean it like that. Daphne had just mentioned that you're not as interested in finding someone right now since it's your first season. And I hadn't really seen you dance with anyone at one of these balls before. And-"
"It's no trouble, Anthony," you smiled, giggling at how flustered he'd gotten. "I appreciate the concern nonetheless."
He shook his head, still not believing that he'd been so rude toward you. As much as you were a familiar face around his home, he couldn't quite tease you the way he did Daphne or any of his other sisters, and he was dreadfully embarrassed that he had made you upset, even if just for a moment.
"If you ever want to dance again, just come to me, understood?" he said, his voice turning serious. "I don't need another one of you to worry about."
You could barely contain your laughter as the music came to an end. "Yes, Anthony," you said dutifully, smiling at how silly he was being.
Looking over at Daphne, you were pleased to see that everything had gone to plan and she'd had the chance to talk to Lord Wilson the entire time you'd been with her brother. It was a relief that she'd finally gotten a normal courting experience.
Before Anthony could reach her and wrench her away from her suitor, Daphne rushed over to you, grabbing your arm excitedly.
"Shall we take a turn about the ballroom?" she suggested, leaving you no room to protest as she led you away from her mother and brother.
You laughed at her excitement, glad that your best friend was finally enjoying herself.
"Thank you so much, Y/N, truly," she gushed, squeezing your arm affectionately. "That was absolutely incredible. It's the longest time I've been able to spend with a potential match without Anthony hanging over my shoulder."
"I'm happy to do it," you said amusedly. "He was that lovely, then?"
"Oh, absolutely not," she shook her head. "Lord Wilson was dreadfully boring. But at least now I know! And I don't have to pine over him or wonder what he would be like. I know for certain I'm not interested, and I can focus on finding my true love match."
"That's wonderful, Daph," you laughed. You truly held so much affection for her. It was endearing to see her so excited over spending time with a man she didn't even like.
Suddenly, Daphne slowed her pace. Turning you around, she held both of your hands and took a deep breath. "Yes, it was. Which is why I must ask you to dance with Anthony tomorrow night as well."
"What do you mean? Ask him to dance again? I thought this was only for tonight," you sounded unconvinced. Asking her brother to dance one time had already been enough of a hassle, but having to pretend to need him to dance with you once more was looking like an insurmountable challenge.
"Please, Y/N," she begged. "It's the only way I'll find a husband that isn't someone like Nigel Berbrooke," she added, whispering the last part.
It was true, Anthony seemed to have impossibly high standards that only the most unpleasant bachelor in Mayfair seemed to be able to meet. If you could do anything to protect Daphne from that unpleasant fate, you would do it.
"I suppose I could try tomorrow night. Though I can't promise he'll want to dance with me again. Anthony seemed quite reluctant tonight," you conceded.
"Nonsense," said Daphne, rolling her eyes. "Anthony loves you dearly, I can't imagine he'd ever turn you down."
"Whatever you say," you responded, unconvinced but unwilling to dampen your best friend's chipper mood. Besides, you had a wonderful time with Anthony tonight. How could another dance possibly go wrong?
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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader
[Chapter 26] || [Chapter 27]
Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 500~ (in the video + picture) cw: accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, good natured teasing Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: This chapter is **different**. You can read it OR watch it live! So sorry btw that the video is not embedded đđđ a/n #2: Also this chapter is 100% inspired by this fanart by @ramvur but with Simon, instead of Price.
Chapter pre-27: Away (UPDATED!)
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It's 6 A.M. when your phone start buzzing repeatedly on the night stand next to you.
You paw at it languidly, blinking away the sleep as you attempt to unlock the phone and rub the sleep out of your eyes.
johnny: baby guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 johnny: baby johnny: babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy johnny: if ye dont answer my texts đ you: jesus christ johnny its 6am what are you doing up??? đ johnny: good morning love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! johnny: weve got training today đ johnny: guess what happened you: what simon: Good morning sweeheart. johnny: WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANSWERING? you: good morning si 𫶠you: wait what do u mean u were calling for me no? johnny: I MEANT SIMON HES IN THE INFIRMARY HES NOT MEANT TO BE ANSWERING johnny: HOW DO YE EVEN HAVE YOUR PHONE you: i feel like u need to stop asking how he does things you: uve known him for longer than me and im not surprised anymore you: also IN THE INFIRMARY? johnny: thats what i was coming to tell you!!!!! đđđđ you: why did u frame it like its a good thing?????????? johnny: because he got put there by Kyle during training johnny: we were practising chokeholds and he passed out you: I STILL DONT SEE HOW THATS A GOOD THING JOHNNY johnny: HES FINE YE DON'T UNDERSTAND johnny: HE GOT ROCK HARD WHILE KYLE HAD HIS LEGS WRAPPED AROUND HIS THROAT you: WHAT??? you: tell me more đ johnny: đđ johnny: he was wearing shorts and his cock just popped out you: LIKE OUT OUT? johnny: out out đ you: wow đźâđš you: did u get any pictures? đ johnny: i did bonnie do ye want them? đ johnny: even caught the look in prices and kyles faces when it happened you: send me send me send me you: wait it happened in front of them???? johnny: worse happened in front of everyone đ„Ž we were training with other units you: oh shit you: that has to have been embarrassing you: is he okay though from passing out? you: johnny? you: wow imagine ignoring me kyle: johnny's a little occupied at the moment lovie! kyle: good morning btw! đ you: good morning ky!! 𫶠you: occupied? kyle: ghost's chasing him for telling you everything and johnny's running for his life đ you: đ you: normal day then? kyle: normal day đ„Ž you: okay then well hope the training went well kyle: it did! đ anyway got to go kyle: pls go back to sleep need you well rested lovie you: i will i will.
Sighing a bit, you set your phone down on the charger again and attempt to go back to sleep... unsuccessfully so.
After half an hour of tossing and turning, you find yourself grabbing the phone again and your thumb clicks on John's name in your contacts.
You don't text him often, the last time having been nearly a week before, but, right now, you felt like you should.
you: the lads just woke me up you: johnny more specifically đ you: now i cant get to sleep again john: if it's any consolation john: I told him not to john: need help? you: how would u help? john: can call you and sing you a lullaby? you: pls dont john: then I'm out of ideas darling you: u could help in another way john: and what's that? đ you: remember how u said u had a house of ur own you: and if i ever needed a break we could go there? john: i see đ john: want me to take you away for the weekend darling? you: yes please
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I felt compelled to cite my sources for Armand and Lestat being an item off and on over the years. Iâve been in this fandom too long to get involved in ship wars or to really have an OTP for these crazy-ass vampires. I happen to love Armand and Lestat from the books and think that Assad and Sam make it work so well on screen. I hope we get loads more of them for season 3.
Anne wrote all of her characters as deeply flawed, we can all agree on that, but the nearly fanfiction level of âletâs see what happens when two of my most flawed characters get togetherâ writing she did in TVA is brilliant. Book spoilers below.
Here's a link to a post I made about Lestat's perspective of Armand from TVL. (I have included one quote from TVL below because it's too precious to exclude.)
Lestat spends almost a full page describing how he sees Armand at a ball at the Palais Royal:
Yet never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this. - The Vampire Lestat, p. 275
They literally feel the same about each other: instant attraction, love, desire, and so on. And it is powerful.
So powerful that hundreds of years later (in one of my favorite passages from any of her books) Armand is the only person allowed to approach an unconscious Lestat. Not only approach him, but allowed to lay down next to him and cuddle, caress, and console Lestat, to cry onto him.
I looked down on Lestat, who was unchanged, his hair fallen as before, a little over his left eye. His right arm was out, and his fingers curling upwards, and there came from him not the slightest movement, not even a breath from his lungs or a sigh from his pores. I knelt down beside him again. I reached out, and without flinching or hesitating, I brushed his hair back from his face. I could feel the shock in the room. I heard the sighs, the gasps from the others. But Lestat himself didn't stir. Slowly, I brushed his hair more tenderly, and I saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below. I slipped down closer, turning on my side, facing him, my hand still on his hair. I stretched my legs out behind me, and alongside of him, and I lay there, letting my face rest right on his outstretched arm. Again there came the shocked gasps and sighs, and I tried to keep my heart absolutely pure of pride and pure of anything but love. It was not differentiated or defined, this love, but only love, the love I could feel perhaps for one I killed or one I succored, or one whom I passed in the street, or for one whom I knew and valued as much as him. - The Vampire Armand, pp. 368-369 (emphasis is mine)
But the contrasting absolute annoyance Armand has for Lestat is hilarious! He loves him but can barely stand him sometimes (that isn't unusual for Lestat's admirers).
Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist. The Vampire Armand, p. 276
But it's the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens me, the way that he connects one incident to another as though all these random and grisly occurrences were in fact links in some significant chain. They are not. They are capers. And he knows it. But he must make a gutter theatrical out of stubbing his toe. The James Bond of the Vampires, the Sam Spade of his own pages. - The Vampire Armand, p. 288 (emphasis mine)
Though Armand's head on Lestat's arm might be the most beautiful image of the two of them from any of the books, this line gives me chills every time:
"Lestat, my Lestat - for he was never theirs, was he? - my Lestat was crazed and railing as the result of his awful saga [âŠ]" - The Vampire Armand, p. 320 (emphasis mine)
Yes, your Lestat.
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SWEET MELODY
â chapter thirteen â arson (đ)
âWhyâŠâ You sobbed to yourself that morning, tone bubbling in your throat as you held your knees close.
The sky lightened and lightened the further the time closed in on dawn. Painted in the hues of soft pastels broke through, kissing the lavender and rose. You sat on the sand in the least high maintenance outfit you could think of that night, and set out to the nearby isolated walkway to the beach near your brotherâs house. The problem was that you were there all night, expunging the tears off your face with your sleeves and dealing with the morning chill biting at your skin with no means to an end to your misery. No numb to your inner aching.
Your tears fell freely, soaking into your cheeks, falling onto half-wet sand. Unable to contain the sobs that wracked your body, your heaves and wails muffled into the sleeve of your now ex-boyfriendâs sweater. His sweater clinging onto you like the shore with its heavy mist.
The serenity was blatantly mocking you and comparing to the raging war in your mind. Your brother, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed this part of the beach. Itâs probably why this was the first place he thought to go to search for you. He loved it, of course, more than you did on a regular basis too. He loved that this was the spot that you, him, and your mother would spend so much time around in the summers because of how little population there was. He loved the miniature sand dollars he would find washed up against one of the rocks sometimes, heâd even find a few anemones to poke and gently prod with his finger until they closed up tightly.
So it came to a more distinguished concern when he sat beside you silently while you sobbed in broken waves. Your breathing turning into heaving with every sniffle and wail. Those same memories Kazuha had enjoyed were slipping through your fingers, just like the sand you clung to.
âIâm sorry,â You choked out, throat sore and voice hoarse as you buried your face in your knees, trying to hide your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. âYou didnât have to check on meâŠIâll be okay.â
Kazuha gave you a moment to recollect your words,â Thereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be.â He smiled after replying, hugging his knees together as well as he looked straight at the sea instead of you.
You two learned from a very young age the consolation could be many things to many people, and this was their. Sitting together in silence, meshing with each otherâs energy and attempting to heal the other if there was a disturbance. There were hardly any words to exchange other than the obvious, there were no signs of gloating nor false sympathies until one of them wants to discuss how they feel. As for nowâŠpeople pushing problems on you felt a lot more burdensome than usual.
âMy heart hurts.â You shook your head, fresh tears spilling over your face. âI wish I knew what he wanted sooner. I know he was struggling, I wanted to help him, but he just pushed me away and I felt really conflicted! I wanted last night to be perfect, I mean, we were at the festival for the first time since mom died andâŠand!â
âAnd you felt like you were talking in front of a locked door?â Kazuha looked at you, to which you hide your face in your arms as you listened. âYou donât know who will stay here with you and who wonât, and thatâs okay.â
âI donât know if I couldâve done more or not.â You drawled, struggling not to just burst into tears again. âMaybe he needed someone, and I was too busy on the one day he wanted to ask for my help.â
Kazuhaâs hand reached out, placing a light hand on your back and rubbing it in circles. âThe most interesting thing about life is that it never stops, even when youâre having a good time. Weâre ignorant to things happening around us with our loved onesâŠall because we ourselves arenât feeling necessarily sad enough to address them. Thatâs not a judgement on our character, but heâs capable of taking care of himself too, just like us.â
You felt ashamed knowing that the only time you had to spend with your brother was during the time that you keep getting curveballs thrown at you. âI donât know,â You sniffed. âI doubt that we had time to think about ourselves with mom.â
âMomâŠdidnât tell us she was getting sicker until it was too late.â He sighed softly, eyes still fixed on the riding sun, but a little more defeated this time. âThere were signs, but I guess that just proves my point.â
âI think did what you couldâŠmom is watching us sometimes, too. Sometimes the dreamcatcher she really liked rings when thereâs no wind.â
You both sit there in silence, listening to the soft lapping of waves. Talking about mom almost drew you away from the fact that you were in hysterics about your former lover, which made you more sad that you couldnât have either one. The sky brightened more, pastels giving leeway to the golden warmth of the early morning. It casted a soft glow on everything it touched, and for a split second, it almost felt like this was the peace you needed. With your brother, the one you knew better than anyone.
Kazuhaâs hand was still on your back, grounding you from the situation again, but reminding you of the new coming problem that you had school in ten minutes.
âSomeday I hope you have the same memories that I do about this place, good or bad.â Kazuha finally said, soft and reflective. âItâs where our happiest moments show up, youâve made a great connection with it already by yourself. Now you just need to let your own mind come to terms with it.â
You chuckled amidst your full throat. âThatâs a little sillyâŠwhy would I want to keep the bad memories with me if the main goal is to heal?â
He didnât respond right away, but he tilted his head enough to lean against your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed slightly. âFor a reflection, I hope.â
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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.
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