#jenn this brush SLAPS

[biblicalvampireemmy]

[sometimesraven]

Wyrm

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022) POV: Jenn Chou

Summary:

in which "would you still love me if i were a worm" is answered through tears of the kingdom because ian is a dork

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(contains ToTK spoilers)

Work had been rough. It quickly became part of Ian and Jenn's routine to spend some time relaxing once per week, especially since finding out the literal apocalypse was a very real possibility. They'd invited the rest of the core Quantum Leap team a few times but apparently their tolerance for socialising with the same four people they saw all week at work began and ended with Housewives.

Ian and Jenn didn't have many other friends, however, and Jenn was more than happy to just sit and watch Ian play video games all day as long as she could spend some time not thinking about the end of the world.

It was on one of these lazy Sunday afternoons that Jenn put down her phone, leaned slowly against Ian's shoulder, then abandoned that idea entirely in favour of resting her head in their lap, gazing up at them with heavy-lidded eyes. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Ian blinked, glancing down briefly from their game to quirk a brow at their friend. "Really?"

"What?"

"Turtle, how high are you?"

Jenn snorted, squirming at the nickname, "Shut up. Answer the question."

Ian looked back up at their game, seeming to contemplate it for a while. "...What kind of worm?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe. What if you were like a tapeworm or something?"

"Are you saying you don't want me to live in your intestines?" Jenn pouted in mock-offense, sitting back up to lean on Ian's shoulder again.

"You wouldn't enjoy it," they said, somehow managing to keep an entirely straight face. "Too much anxiety in there already; you hate living cramped."

"Okay, well... what about like, just an earthworm or something?"

"Sure, if you don't eat my flowers."

Jenn gave them a playful slap, trying to brush off the anxiety that grew unbidden in her chest. It had been a playful hypothetical, but apparently her broken-ass brain had other plans, "You are a flower."

Ian glanced down at her again, their expression softening and their brow pinching as if they could sense the shift in her mood. Slowly, they rested down their Switch controller so they could give her their full attention. “You can eat me, that’s fine.”

“Ugh, be serious,” she laughed, torn between annoyance at how quickly her mood could drop and amusement at how stupid the circumstances were.  “You’re asking me to consider you turning into a word and you want me serious?” Ian’s chuckle rumbled their chest and vibrated to her cheek as they paused to think again, then picked up their controller once more. “Let me show you something.”

Jenn rolled her eyes, but shifted to pay attention regardless. Honestly she hadn’t cared too much to notice what was going on until now — her only interest in most of Ian’s games was that Ian themself was so into them. Right now the game of choice was one of the new Zelda games, and the most she was getting out of it was some nice bright scenery to chill her out in tandem with some really good weed.

Ian’s little twink guy was wearing an open back dress, because of course that’s what they put him in. Jenn watched them run him through some fields, then leap into the sky with some weird rocket thing they’d built out of nowhere. So far she had no idea what the point of this was, but Jenn trusted Ian to get to the point eventually.

They came to rest on the snout of a… dragon? Jenn was pretty sure that was a dragon. It looked like a giant, glowing sky w-..

”A sky worm,” she realised blankly, amused by the topical imagery but unsure how it related to her.

”Wyrm with a ‘y’, yeah.” Jenn sat up straight as they continued to play, watching as they pulled out some kind of flower and nestled it amongst about a dozen others in the dragon’s mane. "Her favourite," they explained, their voice softer still as if they were lowering it for the dragon's sake. "I bring one every time I visit."

Jenn couldn't help but smile, enraptured by how easily her friend became immersed in these games. This right here was why she always came over to watch them; seeing the bittersweet joy twinking in their eyes was enough to almost make her forget what she was talking about. "'Her'?"

Ian nodded, "Without spoiling too much, this dragon used to be a-.. well-loved character."

Realisation dawned, then, and Jenn felt tears prickling her eyes at how sweet what Ian was doing in this game truly was. "And the character was your friend?"

Another nod, "Sometimes, when-.. when things are a lot. I come to this spot on her snout and just-.. tell her everything." Ian looked down at Jenn again, letting their game continue to drift through the sky on this dragon Ian had befriended. Wrapping an arm around her, they offered Jenn an adoring smile. "You're my best friend, Jenn. Nothing will ever change that."

"What if something does?" she sighed, nuzzling into their cuddle, "What if Ben changes something, or future us?"

Jenn could feel the weight of the sigh that lifted Ian's chest, but they squeezed her a little tighter. "I like to think we'll find each other again. Even if we're totally different people."

That settled something in her chest, at least. The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the comforting sounds of the game still running on-screen. Jenn watched the dragon glide for a while longer, transfixed by the glowing flowers Ian had decorated her hair with, and hummed thoughtfully. "She's kinda pretty."

"Yeah," Ian agreed, the teasing edge returning to their voice, "Little too femme to be you, honestly. If anyone's turning into a wyrm it's me."

"I'll be sure to bring you flowers."

[justmochi]

Guilty

pairing :: jenn x youngjae

word count :: 1.5k

synopsis :: jenn’s emotions are catching up to her

warnings :: angst? the ending might shock u

a/n :: how many people will love or hate me after this

No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t fall asleep. The day was full of interviews that had to do with her album. Even though she held herself together well throughout the day, it was finally catching up to her tonight. It was nearly impossible for her to casually talk about something so sensitive to her. There was no time to cry, especially when she still had schedules to do.

She found herself reminiscing again, but mostly putting the blame on herself. The people around her always told her not to blame herself, but she couldn't help it. She knew not even her own mother could help her through this potential breakdown tonight.

She had won on music shows, had interviews that were a little TMI. She put on a strong face for the last few weeks. He, on the other hand, kept her grounded and almost erased all the pain she had. Youngjae was practicing a lot, so they only met up once a week for lunch. He always made sure to check on her every morning and night, congratulating her whenever she achieved a milestone with her comeback.

She squinted her eyes at the sudden bright light, opening Youngjae’s contact info and calling him. She waited while the line rang, her arm over her head as she focused on slowing down her breathing. Just when she thought he wouldn’t answer, the click sound was followed by his voice.

“Jenn?” He sounded surprised, even a little concerned. “It’s late, why aren’t you asleep.”

“Youngjae,” She whispered, trying her best to not to cry.

“Are you okay?”

“C-Can I come see you? Just for a few.” She knew it was late and he was just getting done with practice, guaranteed to be tired too.

“I’m on my way home from the practice room. I can meet you at my house.”

“Okay.” She pushed herself up with her hands, throwing the covers off of her when she heard him speak into the phone once more.

“Be safe on your way here, okay?”

“Yeah.”

So she found herself at Youngjae’s doorstep, warming herself with her jacket. She knew that his brother was home, but couldn’t bear to make conversation with him because she would just start crying.

She looked at her sneakers with blurry vision, tears dropping onto the ground as she heard someone dragging their feet across the concrete.

“Jenn?” The voice she missed so much since they were last on the phone was like music to her ears. Her muscles seemed less tense and as she looked up and towards him with a tear-stained face, he quickly wrapped her in a hug. Her body was limp for a second before hugging him back, digging her face in his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He brushed his fingers through the ends of her hair as she inhaled the scent of his hoodie.

“I thought it was over, but it still hurts.”

He sighed, pulling back and looking at her face, smoothing down her hair on the sides. “Let’s go inside, yeah?”

She nodded, blinking to clear her vision once more from the tears. He walked her through to his bedroom, making sure to block anyone's view from seeing her in such a vulnerable state, especially his brother.

She sat on his bed, being met with Coco frantically jumping on her and trying to kiss her face. It cheered Jenn up instantly, petting her as Youngjae got a blanket and covered her with it.

“Don’t you have to be up early?” He asked while rubbing her back. She nodded while he let out a sigh.

“Do you want some tea? Wanna try to sleep here tonight?” She chuckled as she agreed to that too, turning her head to look at him.

“I’m sorry for coming out so late.”

“Jenn.” He sighed as the tone in his voice was stern. He’d always tell her he didn’t mind when she needed him, even at the most inappropriate times.

“I know I know, sorry.” She slapped her hand against her forehead, causing Youngjae to laugh.

“You’re doing it again.”

“I just can’t help but feel sorry to you. I’ve left you alone in all this and I know you have your own things going on.”

“Jenn, I’d help you no matter what, even if the world was on fire. You know this.”

She stared down at her lap, her tenseness floating away as he squeezed her knee, getting off the bed and going to the kitchen to make her some tea. He somehow still knew how she liked her tea, even after three years. She got vertigo trying to shake the thoughts that were going on in her head. They just couldn’t seem to stop. Receiving so much love these past few months, made her realize what she needed was in front of her. Her songs gained new meaning too. She had what she needed but it still felt wrong.

He came back, carefully placing the tea on the bedside table next to her. “It’s hot, let it cool.”

He sat down next to her, leaning forward to get a good view of her face. “Jenn, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut while trying to find the correct words. “I don’t know. I just wanted to see you. Seeing you makes me feel better.”

He flashed her a smile, knowing she loved when he smiled, especially seeing his eyes curl too. She chuckled briefly before feeling the tears pool again.

“What’s going on? How can I help?”

She could only shake her head as her gaze dropped to her lap. He quickly wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her shoulder to comfort her. She felt herself leaning into him, body going limp as he made her feel better with each hug by the second.

“You’ve been doing so well. Please give yourself some credit.”

“I know I know, I just feel so guilty.” She was numb to the point where she couldn’t even cry properly.

“Guilty? What do you feel guilty for?” He furrowed his eyebrows, watching as her hair covered her face. “You know this isn’t your fault.”

“No no no. I-I can’t. It’s complicated.” The thought came into her mind again, making her feel even more disgusted with herself. It wasn’t right, was it?

“Help me understand, Jenn. I’m here for you.” He pushed her hair behind her ear while patting her tears away. She sniffled, sitting up straight with her hands on her knees while trying to face him. He saw her glassy eyes in the dim room, pouting as his heart ached to know she was hurting so much.

“Please.” He begged, taking her hand into his and gently massaging her knuckles. It was something he did to let her know she could trust him.

Finally being face to face with him, she closed her eyes, quickly pressing her lips against his so she didn’t have time to give it a second thought. He was quite taken aback, eyes widening as he subconsciously kissed her back.

Everything started to make sense. Youngjae was the sun that shined light into her dark world. It was always the case. The songs she wrote, the way he stayed up with her all night to make sure she was okay, even the unbearable pain she endured during the year, it all led to this. It was so hard to shake the thoughts, betraying him and possibly messing up another friendship that meant the world to her. In the end, she still didn’t know what was the right decision.

Pulling away, her head fell while trembling underneath him. Youngjae, still in shock, stared off as she gripped his shirt in between her fists. “I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”

She shook her head, trying to stand to her feet before he grabbed her hand, looking back at her as she turned around. “Don’t say that.”

She sat back down, looking away from him as she continued to apologize. “I don’t know why I feel this way. It feels so wrong.”

“This is why you feel guilty?” He finally understood what she meant. He was still pretty perplexed as she nodded, not being able to face him. He turned her chin in his direction with his finger, gently kissing her again while tasting the saltiness of her tears on her lips.

It was difficult to fathom, finally kissing his best friend that he liked for years, but because she was taken, he had to quickly get rid of any possibility of her liking him back. It was painful along the way, but they were finally here together like this.

His lips molded with her perfectly, continuing to kiss her while he caressed her cheek with his hand. She gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist deepening the kiss as she felt her pain slowly fade away.

He parted from her, brushing her hair behind her ears as he kissed her forehead, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t ever apologize for your feelings, Jenn. Especially when I feel the same way about you.”

[lovetorn]

lunch break [ricky bowen]

summary: ricky’s dad brings lunch for ms jenn, and while looking for her, he finds ricky and y/n making out in the prop room.  warnings: none a/n: this is a lot shorter than my other ricky fics, sorry :(( hope this is what you wanted anon!!

Ricky had finally managed to sneak away from rehearsal to see Y/n. The production of Beauty and the Beast was in full effect and Rick had only seen his girlfriend once that week. He was starved from her lips and touch and she could say the same for him. 

“Ricky! Where are you going? We have this last scene from the first act to rehearse,” Carlos called as Ricky was halfway out the door, he really didn’t need any distractions at the current moment. Ricky was struggling for an excuse, his mouth open and closing like a fish out of water. Carlos was growing impatient and Ricky could tell by the way his head tilted to the side and his hand flung out. 

“I- uh, am going to the bathroom?” Ricky cringed as he said it, kicking himself over the fact that it sounded more like a question than a statement. Carlos only nodded hesitantly, turning back to the group in front of him slowly, missing the way that Ricky nearly slipped over as he ran out. 

Y/n wondered the halls, receiving a rushed message from Ricky telling her that he would be there in 5 seconds. 5 seconds? Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/n looked up, seeing her boyfriend race towards her. She laughed as her eyebrows raised, throwing her arms around the tired boy in front of her. 

“Hi,” Y/n whispered, holding Ricky close before he pulled away, “Hi? That’s all I get? I ran from the other side of the school to see you,” He exclaimed, slapping his hand on his chest, feigning offence. Y/n only giggled at his antics and leaned up to press her lips to his warm cheek. Ricky’s hands remained around her torso as she faced him, their noses slightly brushing. 

“Prop room?” She mumbled, staring at his lips, eager to taste them. Ricky nodded quickly, releasing her from his hold and taking her hand. 

When they arrived, Ricky swung his head both ways to ensure nobody would be interrupting their much needed alone time. Y/n smiled sweetly when Ricky closed the door to the prop room, pulling his lanky figure flush against her body. His palms moulded around her hips as her hands reached into his feathery, tangled locks. 

-

When Jennifer had asked Mike to bring her lunch from her favourite sandwich spot a few blocks away from school, he was all for it. He hopped in his car and drove the 15-minutes to order her usual veggie meatball sub from the small corner shop. 

Pulling into the school, Mike found a parking spot and made his way to see his friend, Ms Jenn. Walking through the front entrance, he immediately assumed she would be in the drama section of the school, choosing to take the shorter route through the concert hall. 

Holding the sandwich tight, Mike stepped into the dressing room and Jenn was nowhere to be seen. He sighed, looking at the sandwich before he decided the music room would be next. But when he looked through the window embedded in the door, she wasn’t there either. Mike squinted in thought and the last room he had in mind came to him. The prop room.  

A wide grin on his lips, Mike’s sneakers squeaked on the waxed floors; he was on a mission to deliver the sandwich. Spotting a plaque that read, ‘Prop Closet’, Mike was certain she would be there. As he placed his hand on the door handle, he heard voices inside and both sounded extremely familiar. Furrowing his eyebrows, he swung the door open, his cheeks becoming flushed quickly as he apologised profusely, closing the door again. 

Y/n and Ricky held their hearts, the thrill of getting caught caused their adrenaline to spike. Y/n glanced at Ricky and couldn’t help but burst out laughing at how funny she found the situation. Out of all people that could’ve stumbled upon them, it was Ricky’s dad. Ricky’s face was bright red and sizzling as he ran his hands through his hair. Y/n stood and fixed her top before looking over at her boyfriend again. 

“Are you presentable?” She asked, hinting at something more sensual. Ricky inhaled deeply while looking down and groaned. Y/n stifled a laugh as she placed a hand on his cheek. 

“Think about Granny,” She teased, patting his cheek lightly before opening the closet door. Ricky raised his hands to cover his tomato face, he couldn’t believe this was happening. 

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[scornedlove]

Chapter Thirty

ROBYN

It’s amazing what good sex can do. When we left the mall, Rocky took me to his duck off spot at Manhattan beach, where we set some rules to our situation. No questions, no venting, and no expectations. We promised to keep emotions out and orgasms in. If either of us broke any of the agreements, that would be the end of our rendezvous.

After we both had a clear understanding, he got to work like his life depended on it. He took me to heights I’ve been desperately needing right there on the sand and in the back of his car. I rode him so good, I woke up the next morning sore as hell with a little pep in my step. 

What I didn’t expect, was Dre’s face to be the first one I saw when I arrived at the boutique. There was an all black Chevy Impala parked in the very last space, with some guy watching him. Guess he found a new driver. He kept glancing in all directions as if he was Dre’s bodyguard. All I could do was roll my eyes when I noticed Dre. He was holding a box of muffins and some flowers looking like somebody killed his dog.

I took my time getting out the cab, then slowly approached him with no-nonsense on my face. There wasn’t enough orgasms in the world to make me forget about him calling me an addict. When I got in front of him, I paused, waiting for him to speak first.

“I hate when you’re mad at me” he admitted, holding out the gifts.

“Is that what you think of me? An addict?” I quizzed, ignoring his offerings. 

“See, I knew you took what I was saying the wrong way. You know I don’t think you’re an addict, but you do need help. Which is why this is the last time I’m giving you these” he stated, pulling a pill bottle out of his pocket. It must’ve been evident that I didn’t want to take them from him, because he urged, holding them out for me to grab.

“I don’t want anything from you. Matter of fact, forget I even exist” I frowned, turning my back on him to unlock the door. I was early this morning for a reason and he was cutting into my time.

“Anna you gotta stop pushing the people who care about you away. I talked to John this morning and he told me-”

“Oh please, because YOU care about me right? Go care about those stupid tramps you got prancing around in them tight ass clothes at your clinic.” I bumped him out of my way, knocking the pill bottle from his hand as I entered the building.

I locked the door and peeped out the window as he scrambled to find the bottle without dropping everything else he was holding. The scowl on his face as he mumbled to himself when he picked it up, showed he was done trying. 

I hadn’t noticed before, but John was parked across the street waiting for him. He jogged over to the car without looking back, clearly cursing my name. 

“Bet his ass won’t come back now” I shook my head, thinking out loud.

“Damn it’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” Meagan’s animated voice scared the crap out of me.

“SHIT” I yelled, clutching my chest.

“Sorry, I ain’t mean to scare you” she giggled, coming from around the front counter. 

“What you doing here so early? I didn’t see your car out there.” I snapped, glancing around the store. 

“Oh, my mom needed to borrow my car, so I got dropped off today.” she explained as if this was the norm. Jenn, Frankie, and I were gonna have to have a talk. I gave them a key, so how did Meagan end up with a copy?

“So who’s that guy waiting out front?”

“What guy?”

“There was some guy” I explained, as I went to see if he was still there. He was gone and now I was starting to wonder if I was just overthinking. “Nevermind....you know we don’t open for another hour and a half right?”

“Yeah, I know. It was either be early or be late. So, here I am” she shrugged, walking over to the window to see what I was looking at. “Is that Dre”?

“I’ll be in my office if you need me” I yawned, ignoring her question as I jogged up the stairs.

It felt good being back in my workspace. I didn’t realize how much I missed being here. I started to notice that every time I’m in a low place, I avoid the things that really make me happy. Just then, an idea came to mind. It had been awhile since I’ve been inspired, so I wasted no time pulling out my pad letting my hand flow as I began to sketch. 

When I finished a couple of designs and going over the numbers for the past few weeks, I smoked a blunt, made some coffee, and promised myself today would be great before I went downstairs to join my crew. 

“Bitch, you don’t need no more vacations!” Frankie exclaimed, as Jenn finished counting the day’s deposit. While she did that, Frankie and I were reviewing the reports for the past quarter. For some reason, every time I was here in the shop compared to my vacation days, sales were up by thirty percent. I wasn’t complaining, but it did seem strange. 

“It makes sense if you ask me.” Meagan piped in. “Customer’s appreciate when you actually show up for them”

“Girl you still here?” I quizzed sarcastically. She was sticking her nose in places she had no business and it was starting to piss me off. “I appreciate your hard work. Enjoy the rest of your night and go get some rest. You’re off tomorrow so I’ll see you Thursday!”

“She’s off Thursday too!” Frankie corrected with a nod.

“Oh, well see you Friday” I grinned with a wave. She stood there lost for a moment, then finally agreed that she was tired as she grabbed her things and headed towards the door.

“Which one of ya’ll gave that heffa a key to my shop?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest as I glared from Jenn to Frankie.

“Not me” Frankie threw his hands up in defense. 

“What makes you think she has a key?” Jenn quizzed, unamused.

“She was the first one here today. I don’t trust her and I don’t appreciate my key being copied. I’m changing the locks.”

“I think your exaggerating” Jenn shook her head in disbelief.

“Well I think I’ll be the only one with a key since nobody knows how a copy just magically appeared.” I shrugged, leaving it at that. We finished closing the store in silence, but I could still feel Jenn’s attitude. I didn’t let it get to me though. I just rolled me another blunt and smoked until my cab showed up.

Minus the stench on his breath, the driver was a nice guy. He was a college kid trying to scrape up every dollar he could with every minute he had. I remembered those days. I invited him to have dinner with me when we pulled up to Gorgio Baldi, but he declined, which meant I’d be dining alone. Usually, I wouldn’t mind, but the last time I was here was with Chris. I hate that I let him meet me here, because now it will never be the same.

The same place that usually felt warm and cozy, was now big and cold. As I waited for my food, I had an eerie feeling that I was being watched. I looked around the room and noticed how busy it was. There were a few couples, a couple of families, and a group of girlfriends having dinner together. I wasn’t the only loner though. There was a guy, a couple of tables away, with his face in a book while he waited on his food. He was comfortable in his lonesome, but I was not. I couldn’t shake the feeling of embarrassment as the memories of the last time I was here, flooded my mind. 

When the waiter came back with my food, I took it to go. I decided if I wanted to enjoy my food in peace, I’d better stop and get Ollie and Pepe’s food as well. When I entered the grocery store, I was immediately irritated by how long all the checkout lines were. I wanted nothing to do with the chaos going on, so I grabbed some dog food and called it a day. 

As I weaved through the crowds, towards one of the long ass check out lines, I noticed a cashier opening a new lane, so I quickened my pace. I was almost there when, out of nowhere, a guy walked right in my path, causing me to smash my cart into his side.

“Fuck!” he yelled out in pain, scaring me half to death.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you! Are you okay?” I panicked, rushing around the basket to pick up one of the 2-liter cokes he’d dropped.

“I’m good” he winced, massaging his hip.

“You may wan grab another” I suggested, handing it back to him.

“You may wan watch where you’re going, you could’ve fucked my shit up.” he mimicked disrespectfully.

“Scuse me?” I paused, stepping back with a scowl. Who was he coming at sideways when he’s the one that ran into my basket? I fixed my lips to tear him down, but my voice caught in my throat.

“Oh shit! I was hoping I’d run into you again, just not literally, we forgot to exchange numbers.” Rocky lightened up, after recognizing me. I went from wanting to slap him, to wanting to jump his bones, and back to that strange feeling in the back of my gut. How the hell do I keep running into him?

“You following me?” I stared him down, trying to read him. I had to know, this was one too many coincidences. 

“How can I be following you when I’m on my way out?” He asked, waving his receipt.  “I was just picking up a few things for my little sister’s party ”

“Well, uh have fun.” I stammered, before rushing towards the checkout lane. Something about running into him two days in a row made me feel a little uneasy. He knows where I live, which means it’s possible he followed me. 

I didn’t see him or his car in the parking lot when I left the store, but I was more alert the entire ride home. By the time I made it home I convinced myself he lived nearby. That’s the only thing that made sense, so I said a quick prayer and brushed it off.

The next few days, I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder. I even went as far as having cameras installed at home. When you live alone, there’s no such thing as being too careful, so I updated my security system too. When everything was finished, I was impressed to say the least. I had everything connected to my phone, plus a couple of panic buttons around the house, in case I ever get caught slipping.

“This shit is dope” Mel exclaimed, as I explained the new system to her. “I just got one question. What’s going on?”

“What you mean?”

“Why did you get all this? Has Chris been threatening you?”

“What? Please! Not everything is about him. I just want to feel safe, that is all”

“You sure you’re not keeping anything from me?”

“I’m sure bitch! Now hurry up and roll up so we can get this movie started” I demanded, changing the subject. 

“Movie? Un-un! You still gotta pack your shit, we leave for Bim tomorrow.”

“Our flight ain’t til 11! I was gonna do it in the morning, you wanna help me?”

“Hell naw! You know how your ass is! It’s gon’ take you forever to pick out 3 days worth of clothes and I’m starving. I’m finna raid your fridge.” 

“Well, how ‘bout you pick my clothes and I fix dinner.” I bargained with a brow raise. 

“Ooooh, deal. I’ll take jerk chicken.” she jumped up a little too happily. “Besides, It’s been a minute since I raided your closet!”

“I betta not find nothing missing!” I called over my shoulder on my way to the kitchen.

CHRIS

"You can’t hold me!" Trey taunted, with his usual trash talk as the shot clock reached zero. We were at his crib playing 2K while Lala and Danni were cooking food, preparing for tomorrow. They were hosting Thanksgiving this year, so the house was smelling marvelous.

“Shut up man! You definitely got lucky” I shook my head in shame.

“Yeah okay, I beat yo ass bro. You just gon’ take that L?” he teased, challenging me to another round.

“Imma have to, I gotta get up outta here. I gotta be at the airport by 7am.” I explained, glancing at my watch. As much as I loved this game, I had other shit on my mind. I needed to figure out how to get Tae to hear me out, and what better way then through her best friend?

“Oh, you gotta get to Mama huh? Can’t miss out on that Thanksgiving dinner!”

“Nah, I’m actually gonna pop up on Tae. Maybe meet the fam and all that”

“Oh yeah? Can she cook?”

“You know what, now that you mention it,” I paused in deep thought. I don’t know. I’ve never had her cooking” 

“Well shit, I guess you about to find out! Good luck!” he laughed, cracking himself up. “But in all seriousness, how’s that going?”

“It’s cool” I lied with a shrug. “How’s the married life?”

“Man, if I knew marriage was the key to turn up the freak in Lala,  I would’ve did this shit a long time ago!” he exclaimed, grinning hard as hell.

“Guess that means it’s going good?”

“Nah, this shit is great. With the way we be going at it, she’s definitely gonna be pregnant any day. That’s if she ain’t already!”

“You fucking stupid” I laughed out loud and damn near choked when Lala came from the kitchen, holding a spatula covered in chocolate.

“Taste this” she demanded, as she strutted towards Trey. She had definitely put on a few pounds since I last saw her. Hopefully he was right and they were expecting. Everybody knew how much they wanted kids.

“Ugh, ain’t that cross contamination?” I frowned, shaking my head.

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you for what you did to my friend” Lala glared in my direction. 

“What you do?” Trey quizzed, looking confused. “You just said everything was cool”

“It was just a big misunderstanding” I sighed as I proceeded to explain the situation. 

“So you’re telling me you passed out next to yo horny ex-fuck buddy and ain’t hit?”

“I swear to God bro”

“No wonder she’s pissed. That just sounds like bullshit” Lala frowned, shaking her head. 

“It ain’t bullshit. Yeah, it looked bad, but I promise ya’ll I ain’t stupid enough to go down that road. I gave her some time to cool off, now I gotta go get my girl back”

“You really love her?” she wondered aloud as she cut her eyes at me.

“I do and I miss the shit outta her. Now what do I gotta do to at least get her to hear me out?”

“Chris, if I help you and you hurt my friend, I will personally help her fuck yo life up.”

“You ain’t gotta worry about that” 

“Okay, you got one shot. The only reason I’m even agreeing to help is because I know how she feels about you. She deserves to be happy. So if you ain’t 1000% sure about her then you should just leave things where they are. ”

“Damn he said he ain’t cheat! If my boy can survive that kind of temptation, then he know what he want. Trust me, I’m speaking from experience. ” Trey exclaimed on my behalf.

“He got a point. Now can you call her for me?

“Why you can’t call her?”

“You know she blocked me” I shook my head as she pulled her phone out.

“You wanna talk to her”

“Nah, I just need you to figure out what she got going on tomorrow so I can pop up on her. I know that seeing me face to face will show her how serious I am.”

“Okay, I can do that.” she smiled, as she dialed Tae’s number. She answered on the second ring and they caught up before she got the information I needed. Tae didn’t even think twice as she ran down her plans for tomorrow. I made Lala promise not to give her a heads up so she could be genuinely surprised. Now all I had to do was show up and speak my truth. How hard could that be?

ROBYN

“If the dog don’t trust it, you know something’s up” Mel blurted to the TV.  We were bundled up together on my love seat because my grown ass wanted to cuddle.

“I never understood why people don’t listen to they dogs!” I agreed, as we cracked our beers and clinked them. We were watching the Conjuring, knowing damn well we were gonna have nightmares from it. I didn’t care, I just needed a distraction.

Ever since the beach sex I had with Rocky, my hormones have been raging. That man had a magical tongue and the fact that he could hang for so long was impressive. I had more than a few orgasms when he’d finally gotten his, and I definitely didn’t expect that from a stranger. I didn’t know if he was really that good or if my drought intensified our encounter. Either way, I was still riding the high.

“You gonna answer that?” I asked, shaking Mel’s shoulder when her loud ass ringtone woke up my babies. Evidently, she was exhausted because she didn’t even make it halfway through the movie.

“Mellie” I called out again, but all she did was roll over and snore louder. I figured it was J when the text notification went off, so I grabbed her phone to let him know she had passed out.

I need another round, last night was incredible. 

What are you doing tonight?

Seeing Michael’s new text along  with no previous messages had my mind going straight to the gutter. I just knew this hoe wasn’t cheating on J. I wanted to wake her ass up, but decided against it. There had to be more to the story. I really hoped so.

My nosy ass could’t help it. I had to get more information. I went through her call history and didn’t notice his name once. I was about to dig even deeper when my phone lit up with an alarm notification. I received a text when my alarm noticed movement within 15 feet of my house. The last couple of times it was a squirrel but this time I was glad I checked it anyway. Apparently I had company.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about this unannounced visit, but smiled when a familiar face paused and took a deep breath before knocking at my door. 

“Sorry for popping up on you” Rocky grinned, when I opened the door.

“So you remembered where I live?”

“I couldn’t forget if I wanted to. My sister lives right across the street” he pointed behind him at the party that was going on. "She throws a mean Thanksgiving eve party if you don’t have anything going on.”

“Oh, um”

“I would’ve invited you the other day but you left so quickly I didn’t get your number” he hinted.

“My bad, I was in a hurry. I would go, but my sis is staying with me tonight.”

“The more the merrier. I bet she’d have a good time too”

“We actually have a flight in the morning, so we’re about to call it a night.” 

“Aight, guess I’ll just see you around.” he shrugged, returning to his party. The throbbing between my thighs wanted to invite him in to have our own little party, but my better judgement willed it away. Instead, I went straight to my room, pulled out my little friend, put some fresh batteries in, and went to work.

[darkwoods-darkdreams]

Imagine you’ve found work in the country (I)

You never thought that desperation would lead you to such a situation.

With a new era of peace welcoming the kingdom, there was no longer high demand for a blacksmith in the city. Your father, who had been employed by even the royal family, had lost his job. Your family had lived a comfortable life in one of the richer districts. Now, you had been forced to sell nearly everything in an effort to make ends meet. Your father took whatever odd jobs he could find. Your mother became a servant at the castle. Your siblings, older and more talented, found jobs easily. You couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy the merits of their hard work. You were young, but you were sure that you could be hired somewhere. You couldn’t lift much, given your easy life, but there was bound to be an opportunity lurking just around the corner.

That opportunity, you quickly learned, was in a brothel. After moving to the slums, there was one at the end of your street. You passed by it every day and night as you searched for jobs. The workers, both men and women, were clad in revealing clothes. Through the windows, you could see that those layers were quickly shed. You knew that they made good money, especially since you had seen some of the richest men coming and going, sometimes even bringing gifts. If a wealthy individual liked someone well enough, they could simply buy them for indefinite use. They would be showered in jewels and gold, but they would never be truly free. The consequences were too great. You worried what your family would think.

You eventually came across an advertisement for a position on a farm. The owner was looking for more help. The contract would last one year, give or take circumstances. The pay was better than any other job you could have taken, given your small list of skills. You would finally be able to help your family. The owner would give you a room in the homestead, so your family wouldn’t have to spend money to feed you. You would send them money every moon or so to help them cover rent.

“Hey,” A voice rumbled behind you, “When’s breakfast? I’m starving.”

You pulled yourself from your thoughts, glancing to the window. The sun hadn’t risen yet. Meals were always at dawn, noon, and dusk. The night was dangerous outside of city walls, so field work was only done during the daylight hours. When you first arrived at the homestead five days prior, you had been assigned as the cook. You did your job well enough, save for a few small mishaps. The work wasn’t very challenging. The hard part was dealing with the field workers. They were all more beasts than men. Even the smallest towered above you, strong enough to lift you with one hand. In the mornings, they smelled of booze. At night, of sweat and dirt. But that wasn’t the issue.

You didn’t turn to look at him, instead focusing on the eggs you were making. If you burnt them, you wouldn’t hear the end of it, “It won’t be for another hour, at the very least. You should get some more sleep. There’s still ale left in the-“

The floorboards creaked, the man moving closer. Your grip tightened on the frying pan as you watched his right hand reach around and grab your breast. He squeezed, then slipped his hand between your apron and your dress. His fingertips found your nipple, pinching. Your breath hitched. You swallowed the desire the hit him in the face with the hot pan, instead moving the scrambled eggs away from the stove. His other hand found purchase beneath your skirt, tugging your smallclothes to the side so he could thrust a finger inside of you.

You tried to push him away, but his grip was too tight. He was used to chopping firewood and steering cattle. Manhandling you was easy for him.

Besides, even if you did manage to land a hit on him, you would be the one punished. You had learned that lesson on your first day. After signing your contract, preparing dinner, then heading to bed, one of the men had gone into your room. You fought back, hitting him across the face with a broom. When you went to the owner to report the worker, he berated you for harming one of his workers. He was only in it for the money. If one of the field workers was injured, they wouldn’t be able to work as well. He told you that, also you were primarily the cook, you were also considered a morale booster. Apparently, the homestead made more money when the men had something to sink their cocks into. From what you heard in your few days there, you were beginning to suspect that the owner also partook in a morale boost from time to time.

The man pulled you away from the stove. You wrenched away from him, glaring. For a brief moment, you saw the scar that the broom had left beneath his eye. He had told you afterwards, a hand in your hair as he pushed you into the mattress, that he liked your fire. He kept talking, even as he gripped your waist and fucked you harder. He had been working at the homestead for years, but they had only recently started employing women.

The first, Jenn, quickly became a favourite of the owner and got pregnant. Still, you had seen her with the workers. She had been serving drinks as you cleaned dishes when one of them pulled her into his lap. Her dress was tight over her swollen belly as he tugged her back to meet each of his thrusts. She made no effort in being quiet, though she asked him to be gentler for the baby’s sake. Her contract was technically up a month before her pregnancy was discovered, but the owner kept her on the grounds that she couldn’t work as well in her current condition. The very thought made you shudder. With the way things were going, you wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up pregnant again shortly after giving birth.

The second and third, Trish and Corina, were a bit younger than you and rather mousy. They were intimidated by the men, which made them easy targets. Trish, who was slender, was being to show. Her dress rounded out just a bit when she stood up straight. The men had laughed about it, one of them saying that it was obvious when her dress was off. Corina, who was curvier and had a bit of pudge on her stomach, hadn’t shown any signs. Still, you figured that it was only a matter of time.

You, on the other hand, had only been working there for five days. You had bled just before leaving for the homestead, so you had a little while to think of a way to escape. At the very least, you could devise a plan that would keep you from becoming a permanent employee. You had quickly discovered that most of the workers preferred a certain girl, though they would often take advantage of any opportunity if in the mood. The one currently trying to undress you, however, only had eyes for you. After you fought back against him, it seemed that he reveled in the idea of forcing you to submit.

He bent you over the counter, his stiff cock pressing against you. Only his trousers and your skirt were in the way, but he would remedy that easily. A large hand pinned you onto the countertop. Even as you squirmed and tried to kick him, he merely laughed as he pulled your smallclothes to your knees. He lifted your skirt, the cold air causing you to hiss. Fingers stroked and prodded, rubbing your walls. You reached back, trying to claw at him. The sound of rustling clothes made you tense, only for him to brush against your entrance. You didn’t have the chance to retaliate. He buried himself to the hilt. You couldn’t help but cry out, unbearably full. When he shifted, you could feel the tip move over your cervix. It made you shudder, blinking back hot tears. It was painful, but exactly what he wanted.

He withdrew, setting up a lazy pace. There was still time before the others would wake and come downstairs. He could take as long as he wanted. Even if they found you both in the kitchen, no one would do anything about it. If anything, one of the workers would probably insist that he was next in line.

The hand on your back lifted, instead tangling in your hair. A swift pull made your back arch. You straightened, ready to slap him, but his other arm kept your elbows at your sides. You had no way to fight against him. Your jaw tightened. You swore that you could feel your stomach distended by his cock, a small bump moving upwards and outwards each time he filled you.

“Come here,” He grabbed your face, his fingers prying your jaw open. He forced you to look at him, his smirk only widening as you glared. His cock twitched, your breath caught in your chest, “Give me a kiss,” His mouth covered yours, leaving no room for refusal. His grip kept you from biting him, your teeth digging into your own skin as his tongue entered your mouth. He still tasted of booze.

He withdrew slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. You pulled your head away in disgust, wanting to clean your mouth out with soap as soon as he let you go. His pace had quickened, each thrust deep and rough. You winced, hoping that he was close. The sooner he was done, the sooner you would be able to clean up and forget it ever happened.

His arm left your sides, only to hook around your neck. Your nails dug into his skin, trying to pry him off. He wasn’t choking you, but just a little more pressure would close your airway. His other hand slipped up your dress, toying with your breasts. You choked back every whimper. Hearing you cry out only spurred him on. He would only taunt you, wondering aloud if your body wanted this, wanted to be taken and filled and bearing his child.

His touch wandered lower, settling just below your navel. With every movement of his hips, a small portion of your stomach shifted against his hand. You forced yourself to stay quiet as the end of his thrusts became rough. He was doing it on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of you.

His mouth moved to your ear, “I can’t wait to see you stuffed full with my brat in your belly. You’ll be trying to do your job like a good little cook but they’ll be kicking up a storm. A big, strong troublemaker, just like their daddy. I’ll fuck you through your labor pains and get to see the look on your pretty face when you realize that you can’t fight what’s happening, you can’t stop yourself from having my kid. The boss will be livid. You’ll owe him another year of work for giving him another mouth to feed. I just have to keep you full until my last two years are up. Then I can take you with me and make you my darling little housewife. It sounds like the perfect retirement, doesn’t it?”

“I’d rather die,” You growled. He pulled you in for another sloppy kiss, his grip and pace unforgiving. You’d undoubtedly have bruises within the day and a bit of a stumble in your gait. You pulled away from him, breathing ragged. His fingers slipped between your legs, rubbing in quick, harsh circles. Your knees quivered, then buckled. A yelp of pain escaped you as he hit your cervix, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You turned just enough to put a hand to his chest, trying to push him away. You couldn’t let him finish inside of you. You weren’t going to have his children.

But a sudden pinch to the sweet spot between your legs sent sparks up your spine. Your entire body tensed, more out of pain than forced pleasure. You tightened around him like a vice. He twitched inside of you, barely able to withdraw an inch before filling you again. He grinded against you, each movement causing you to shudder. It was overstimulation on your part. You were dizzy, even as he returned to tracing small circles.

He stilled, panting and sheathed within you. A familiar warmth pooled. Your grip loosened on his arm, exhausted. You could feel some of his seed dripping down your thighs. You would have to bathe when you had the chance. He let you go. You leaned against the counter, trying not to fall. He removed himself, adjusting his trousers. You refused to look at him, silently hoping that he would leave.

He smacked your rear, “I’m going back to bed. See you at breakfast.”

You looked to the pan of eggs you had been making before he had intervened, seeing that they were cold. You would have to start from scratch.

[wickedwitchwc]

milo picks up mark bridal-style and gives him a lil squish on the butt (hi! it's zestyeli haha)

(Hi! I know you! I’m Angie, I’m sick and tired, and for some reason I took this message as a challenge. You’re welcome/I’m so sorry? I don’t know which...)

***********

“What th-” was about all that Mark could get out when he was suddenly swept off of his feet, not an uncommon occurrence in their household, frankly. He was still slightly caught off guard, especially when he turned in his husband’s arms and saw the mischievous look on the man’s face.

“Um.” Mark floundered for a moment, watching the other man carefully. “What’s the big deal?” He asked, even as he slid his arms around the other man’s neck, just for the added support.

“Well, my dear, my love, my life, we need to have a conversation.” Milo said, as he began to move, carrying Mark from his office and, conspicuously, towards their daughter’s room. “And I figure like this, you can’t so easily run away from me…”

Mark blinked, and blinked again at the man. What had he done now? And why was it so bad that Milo thought he’d run from him? “I already don’t like where this is going…” Mark noted, holding on tightly as Milo nudged the already partially open door with his elbow, carrying him inside. He was highly suspicious of what they’d run into in their toddler’s room, but when he examined it… it didn’t seem to be in shambles. Yeah, her toys were everywhere, but that was kind of a given for the way their kid played. He’d been more worried that she’d broken something, or colored on the walls, or something equally destructive, given Milo’s behavior. But seeing her angelic face glance up at them from her seated position on the floor wasn’t what he expected. 

He cast an expectant look back at Milo, who seemed to sense right away that Mark was waiting for an explanation. “Jenn?” Milo said patiently to the little girl. She perked up immediately at what Mark referred to as his husband’s ‘parenting’ tone. “Why don’t you repeat for daddy what your doll just said to the teddy?” He gently encouraged her.

Jenn blinked at him, seeming to try to remember. Then, her face abruptly brightened with recognition. She bent over, grabbing the mermaid stuffie in question, and shook it at the offending teddy bear. “She told him she doesn’t fucking want to play!” She said, and she said it so shrilly that Mark winced a little at the sound of it. But that wasn’t nearly as bad as seeing Milo’s knowing look shooting immediately in his direction.

Yeah now he knew why Milo had decided to just pick him up. If Mark had been standing for this display he totally would have made a run for it. “I can explain.” 

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.”  Milo said, as he hefted Mark in his arms again. He glanced back down to their daughter, first. “Jenny? Are you supposed to be out of bed after we’ve tucked you in?” He asked her. After a couple of minutes where Mark watched uncomfortably as Milo talked their kid back into bed, (honestly, Milo got superdad points just for being able to do that with his hands full,) they left the toddler’s room, with Milo closing the door behind them.

With the two of them alone once again, Milo looked back to Mark, apparently awaiting his explanation. 

“Okay, to be fair, she was supposed to be napping…” Mark tried. “And Wade kept doing this stupid thing…” 

“In the game you were playing?” Milo said, nodding along with his explanation.

“And I might have let one or two curse words slip, and she walks in…” Mark continued.

“And instead of telling her that was a word we don’t say…” Milo replied ambiguously.

“I mean, I didn’t want it to come around on us one day, and have her use it as black mail against either of us, so…”

“Mark…” 

“I might have gone ahead and just taught her a whole bunch of cuss words and the context for when you would be saying them.” Mark finally just admitted.

Milo gave him a blank look, as he tried to wrap his head around that bit of information. It was like his brain had short-circuited and was taking a couple of seconds to reboot. His husband was smart to pick him up before hand. Mark would have seen that as a clear opportunity to make a break for it. 

Finally, Milo seemed more or less recovered, and he looked to Mark. “Why…?” 

Mark shrugged. “She was either going to learn it from us or from the kids at school, and I mean. I’m not about to get blackmailed by a fricking three year-old.” Mark said. “So I just taught her everything. And she cusses better than me now. And I would have given you a head’s up, but, I mean, judging by your reaction now…” Mark trailed off.

“Mark.” Milo said again, and now his voice was taking on a slightly more dangerous caliber. “We are about to unleash that precious, precocious little girl upon the unprepared masses at La Cadena Elementary, and while the other kids are learning their vocabulary words from such harmless entities as Sesame Street, or See Spot Run…” 

“Okay, well Jenn’s just getting a head start from the mean streets of Cincinnati.” Mark shrugged. “It’s not really that bad, a lot of kids pick up this stuff from their parents, she would have learned it anyways. I don’t think it’s as big of a taboo these days. Is it?” Mark asked, Milo got his answer in a sigh. 

“Well when her teachers send her home with a note detailing how she got in trouble at school for calling one of her classmates an asshole…” Milo said.

“Oh.” Mark said, after a moment. “Yeah I guess that would be a problem.”

“Yeah, and guess who I’m going to blame?” Milo continued.

“Oh, oh! And what are you gonna do, punish me?” Mark asked, and from the look he got he immediately regretted saying anything. 

Milo looked him over slowly, sizing him up, and it dawned on Mark that Milo absolutely did know how to punish him. Well, okay. Maybe ‘punishment’ was the best word for the somewhat sadistic streak that Milo could have in the bedroom, especially when Mark was learning to enjoy those games they would play. 

Carefully, Milo lowered Mark to the ground, letting him steady himself on his own two feet before releasing him. “Don’t tempt me.” Milo told him, using that dark tone that sent shivers down Mark’s spine. Then the man abruptly slapped his behind. 

“Ai!” Mark yipped, taking a few steps back for his own safety.

Milo shot him a knowing smirk. “As you were.” he said, brushing past Mark, leaving him alone in the hallway once again.

[khiphop-stories]

Umbrella - Chapter XIX

You can find all chapters here.

Lesson Nineteen: A Different Side 

[Christian Yu, DPR Live]

“Jenn…I fucked up,” he said in a whisper as he shook his head slowly. His teeth were chattering and his lips were tinted blue. A dark frown covered his face. He leaned forward, burying his head in your shoulders. You had never seen him like this before. Even after his break up, he somehow managed to take care of himself. But as you looked at him now, it was as though his soul has left his body. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of guilt. The person standing in front of you wasn’t the Christian you knew. The Christian you had come to know was a happy pill who infected people with his good mood and smile. Whenever you were around him, you felt as light as a feather and all the worries and burden that weighted you down vanished into thin air.

But today he was dark and grim. Truthfully, this side of him scared you a bit. You weren’t used to it. You didn’t know what to say or what to do, overwhelmed by this situation.

“Let’s go in first, you’re freezing,” you gently ran your fingers through his hair. Slowly and carefully, you pushed his heavy head off you. With one of his arms around your shoulders, you supported his weight as you walked towards the entrance of the building. Without resistance, he allowed you to guide him.

Once you arrived in the hallway, Christian pulled his arm back letting it fall to his side. He noticed that you were struggling because of how heavy he was. You had to carry almost half of his weight, because he was in no condition to stand or walk on his own. As you two waited for the elevator to come, he leaned his back against the wall for support.

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked him gently as you inspected his face closely. His gaze was fixed on the tip of his shoes. He was too ashamed of himself, he couldn’t look into your eyes. For a brief moment the two of you were surrounded by silence.

“Or not—” You let out an awkward chuckle.

“I lost the deal,” he said in a whisper as he swallowed down. You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, having no idea what he was talking about, but then put two and two together. There was only one deal he could have been talking about. It was the deal that was in the works with Nike. Dabin was supposed to be the new face of their brand. They wanted him to shoot a commercial and release a promotional song. He had been talking about it nonstop. He was overly excited to film his first TV commercial. In addition to that it was for a brand he really loved. He spent sleepless night in the studio writing and recording verses for the song. But all of that seemed to have been in vain, since there was no deal any longer.

“What happened?” You released a gentle smile, trying to comfort him.

“I wasn’t even supposed to be working with them in the first place. They were only interested in Dabin, but he somehow managed to persuade them to hire me as the visual director,” he began to tell you.

Their team’s loyalty was something that amazed you every single time. They’d rather fall altogether than move forward alone. No matter what projects they were working on, they always made sure the whole team was involved. It was an entirely different approach from your own. Such a strong sense of loyalty was rare to find these days, especially in a society that taught you to step on others in order to succeed.

“I missed the deadline for Nike, because I was working on a different project at the same time. I presented the concept idea to them a day later and I thought everything was fine until I got a call earlier…” He paused and took in a deep breath. You knew it wasn’t easy for him to tell you about his most recent failure. He was someone who took pride in what he did. Every time he talked about his job as a director, his eyes would sparkle with a fiery passion.

“They terminated the contract, said the idea was shit and I was unprofessional and they don’t want to work with amateurs.”

“I’m sorry…Rome,” you wrapped your arms around his torso, giving him a comforting hug. He held you close, as he shut his eyes close and leaned his head against the wall.

The industry was a ruthless place and the people in charge abused their power, doing whatever they felt like because they knew nobody would be able to stop them. One day they were your best friends, The next day they would throw you out on the streets, leaving you to die.

“Don't be too hard on yourself." You slowly lifted your head and looked up at him.

“It would have been a huge opportunity to get his name out there. But I blew it. He got me on the project and I got us fired.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Rome. You did your best.” Tilting your head, you looked at him with a sympathetic smile planted on your lips. That moment when he looked into your warm brown eyes, the frustration and anger in his chest evaporated like hot water into steam. In just one look he was home.

~*~

You took the keys from him and opened the door to his apartment. He held onto you for support while he kicked his shoe off. He used too much force and his shoe flew across the room almost knocking down the vase on the floor.

“Be careful!” You hissed at him sharply. Thinking Dabin was asleep in his room, you threw him a warning glare.

“He’s not home. He’s still in the studio. He probably doesn’t even know we’re fired yet,” Christian mumbled while he took off his jacket, letting it drop onto the ground. With a sigh you bent down and picked it up, before hanging it onto the coat rack.

He couldn’t tell Dabin. He had told Scott and Cream, but he just couldn’t look Dabin in the eye and tell him that he screwed up and robbed him off a great opportunity. He was supposed to be a older brother, Dabin could rely on, but instead he messed it up.

When you turned around, Christian was stumbling towards the couch, throwing himself onto it face forward.

“Get up,” you pulled him up by his arm, but he didn’t budge.

“I’mma just sleep here.” he rumbled tiredly, his arm falling to the side lifelessly.

“No, you still have to wash up and change your clothes. You smell horrible,” you said with a chuckle.

“Come on, can you be a little bit more cooperative?” You slapped his butt to get him to move.

“Oh somebody is kinky today,” he turned his head to you with a cheeky smirk spread across his face. Your eyes widened at him in surprise. His mood had changed just within seconds - he went from grieving to naughty in a blink of an eye.

“Get up. Your whole body will ache tomorrow if you sleep on the couch,” you rolled your eyes at him, disregarding his dirty remark.

~*~

Although it took you a while, you managed to tuck him into his bed, after you had him brush his teeth and change his clothes. You pulled the covers over him and turned around to leave.

“Jenn?”

“Hmm?” You hummed softly, turning back to him again.

“Can you stay?” His voice was a mere whisper, but you heard him clearly. A smile appeared on your lips and you slowly nodded your head.

“Sure.”

Lifting the blanket, you quickly slipped under the covers, lying down next to him as his warmth engulfed you. You used his arm as a pillow. Christian turned his body to the side, now facing you and wrapped his free arm around your body. The way your gentle eyes met his own and the way your hands caressed his face, sent little sparks of electricity dancing over his skin.

After having such a bad day, being able to let off steam, to lie next to you and hold you in his arms, he wanted to say it again; those three little words. But this wasn't the right moment either. Would you even believe him his mind was intoxicated?

~*~

When you woke up the next morning, Christian was still sound asleep. You decided to get up first and make breakfast for him to cure the hangover that would be consequence of him trying to drink away his sorrows last night. 

You opened the fridge to check what ingredients they had, but there was nothing you could use too cook.



“Already raiding our fridge?”

Hearing a soft chuckle behind you, you turned around.

“Well, you guys don’t really have anything worth stealing,” you told him jokingly as your eyes followed his movements. 

Dabin walked over to the cupboard and took out two cups.

“Coffee or tea?”



“Coffee,” you replied.

~*~

“Rome told me about Nike.“

“Yeah, it didn’t work out in the end, but whatever,” he shrugged his shoulders with such a lightness, it surprised you. “Honestly the track Cream and I worked on is way too good to be a promotional song anyway. I’ll rewrite some of the lyrics and release it as a gift for my fans.”

“It doesn’t bother you that they dropped your last minute?”

“Nah, it’s not the first time we experienced a setback. I mean I don’t wanna work with people who think they’re the shit either. They never took us seriously. But they’re gonna regret it. We will work so hard and snatch the scene, they won’t be able to ignore us. In a year or two they will come on their knees begging us to work with them.” A confident, yet innocent grin spread across his face. You released a smile, impressed by his positive attitude. There was a lot you could learn from him. He believed in his craft and in his skills and he wasn’t afraid to dream big. He wasn’t afraid to take risks and experience failures. No matter how rocky the road was, he set his mind on walking this path. If only you were half as courageous as he was.

“He’s still blaming himself, isn’t he?” Dabin turned his eyes to you.



“Pretty much, yeah,” you nodded your head slowly, “I wish I could make his guilt disappear.“

“Oh you know how to do that,” Dabin gave you a wink. You creased your brows and looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Sex is the answer,” Dabin snickered.

“Of course it is,” you let out a chuckle, rolling your eyes at him. Why didn’t you think of it?

“But don’t fuck him too good or he might confess to you again,”  Dabin blurted out without thinking.



For a moment you froze while your eyes grew double the size.
 “He told you?!”

I’m so sorry it took so long to update! I got too busy and totally forgot about it. Please bear with me haha I hope you liked this chapter and don’t forget to let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated :)

[fivenightsatsuffering]

Afton And Müller

Characters: Michael Afton, Charlie/Charlie Müller, Henry/Henry Müller   (Mentioned), William Afton (Mentioned) 

Notes: So this is the first piece I’ve written for a Michael in the TSE/TTO AU. See the masterpost for more details (x)

Warnings: None that I know of. Hope you enjoy!! 

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Michael groaned and sat up from the couch, his body aching from spending the last few hours hunched over a book, before forcing himself off the couch. He didn't bother turning off his television as he trudged to the door, expecting another friendly  visit from Clayton; however, it wasn't Clayton at the door. Standing in front of him was someone he had never been formally introduced to, but was far too familiar. Her hair was dark and messy, like she hadn't bothered to brush it in years, and there were dark circles under her eyes that burned into him, but Michael definitely knew her.

He had seen her face before; not in person, but in the photos of the very man whose memory he was trying to preserve. Opening his mouth, Michael tried to find the words, to find some way to ease her mind and whatever anger she must be feeling towards him right now, but was left silent by the hard slap against his cheek.  As he recoiled back, she stepped into his apartment, her eye glued onto him and fixed in a subdued rage. “My Dad’s books belong in his workshop, with nobody messing with them. Especially not an Afton.”

“Benedict,” Michael corrected and straightened himself out. “Mr. Afton and I had no relationship whatsoever. I hardly knew the man existed-”

“And yet you're taking over Afton Robotics?”

Her question caused his stomach to churn a bit. It was true, he did  willingly accept ownership to the company and everything that came with it, but that didn't mean he was compliant in accepting William as his father, did it? Recollecting himself, Michael forced down that feeling and managed a more pleasant expression, “Better me than somebody with a nightmare fetish buying it off.”

Charlie’s nose wrinkled at the thought, “Fazbear’s as a horror attraction…”

“You could name it Fazbear’s Fright,” He grinned cheekily, and much to his relief the corners of her lips quirked up a bit. “Would you like to join me? I was about to look through a few of his books, and it would probably be more appropriate if you joined me, seeing as they belong to your family.”

She stared at him for a moment, as if trying to study him for any ulterior motive, but then slowly nodded. “Let me call my roommate Jessica real quick.” There was still a sense of hesitance but he couldn't fault her; he certainly would have laughed in her face if the situations were reversed. At least her shoulders finally relaxed.

“Fantastic,” He motioned for her to sit on the couch, “Make yourself at home;  the books are on table… I don't really have a work space yet.”

“I can tell.” She stared at the couch, before slowly sitting down, her eyes trained on the table and probably anywhere else but Michael. Her bag was dumped unceremoniously on the floor.

While she thumbed the contents on his table, Michael  had excused himself to the kitchen to take care of the tea he left seeping. “Would you like anything? I have water, tea and some Cola, I think.”

The was a pause, “Water would be nice...Were you watching Immortal and the Restless?”

“It's quality entertainment,” He quipped, as he managed to balance both mugs and a water bottle in one hand and his pot in the other. He sat the pot down first before tossing the bottle of to Charlie. “Better than most shows on television these days.”

She eyed the bottle for a moment before opening it and taking a quick sip, “I wouldn't say that.” She shifted a bit further on the couch, creating a larger gap between the two as Michael sat down.

That fact wasn’t lost on Michael, but he refused to push her boundaries any further; he was lucky enough she was even willing to sit on the couch. Instead, he was going to focus his attentions on the task at hand, and hope that she'll at least be comfortable enough to allow him access to the books for a little while longer. “Well,” He sat his mug down and shifted to face towards her, “Shall we begin then?”

“How many times are they going to argue over this?” Michael laughed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Reading from Henry’s notebook wasn’t exactly what Charlie  expected. She always pictured it to  have simple sketches, concepts, and half-finished blueprints; what she wasn’t expecting was it to be littered with notes and commentary made by both William and Henry. Majority being silly and petty arguments ranging from animals to names.

Arguments that made both of them laugh until they were sore.

Charlie leaned back into the couch, gently setting the book aside, “I get not seeing eye to eye but why didn't they just talk about it?”

Michael paused for a moment then laughed harder, “I suppose they thought writing it would make their arguments more compelling.” He waved a hand off, “Especially with such important topics at hand, like the chicken debacle.”

“Henry was right, though; she does look like a duck.”

“She's a baby chick.”

“And I would say she's a duck.”

“Listen,” There was a glint of humor in Michael’s eyes, “Don't force me to start leaving you notes about this. I can be quite stubborn when I want to be.”

“Must be a family trait.” In an instance, the calm mood was disrupted as Michael tensed, his eyes focusing away from Charlie for a moment. His sudden uneasiness filled Charlie with regret but, before she could backtrack, a loud noise interrupted the silence. Jessica.

She completely forgot to call Jessica earlier and let her know where she was. Rummaging through her bag, she tugged out her phone and waited to hear the muffled voice of Jessica, “Charlie? Charlie are you Okay?”

She bit her bottom lip, “Yeah, I'm fine. I just kind of lost track of time.”

“For that long?”

Glancing down at her watch, Charlie bit the bottom of her lip; no wonder Jessica called. It was almost 2 AM, “Sorry… we were talking about Henry.”

She could hear Jessica shuffle about on the other end, “Well, do you need me to come and get you?”

“No, I'll be fine walking.” Thankfully, his apartment wasn’t too far from their dorm so that Charlie was able to walk here after the phone call with Aunt Jenn. “I'll see you when I get back, okay?” Before Jessica could argue, Charlie hung up and reached over to grab her bag. “Is there a way we could finish reading these another time?��

Michael slowly nodded, his body having relaxed from the previous discomfort, “Of course.” He stood up and headed into the kitchen and  returned with a set of keys, a flashlight, and a card. “My number should be on here, so next time you’re free, just let me know and I'll let you in.”

She took the card, although, her brow arched slightly at the other two objects, “Thanks, but what are those-”

“I can't just let you walk home alone,” Michael motioned towards the door, “And I'm not taking no for an answer.”

Guess she had no choice then. Taking one last glance at the coffee table, Charlie stared at her father’s books then finally made her way towards the door, allowing Michael to follow. As much as part of her still wanted to resent him, to take the books and never look back, but another part of her wanted to come back. Charlie wanted to trust Michael.

She could only hope that she was right in doing so.

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Do It Again

This one’s for @avasmommy224‘s Birthday Challenge - Happy 30th my love! Hope you have an AWESOME day, followed by an incredible year. May the writing gods bless you with so many ideas you pray for writers block! Enjoy, Jenn - this one’s for you! Prompt: “Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth” Word Count: 2139 Warnings: Fluff, Smut - take that as your summary as well! A/N: Thank you to @wi-deangirl77 for giving this a once over and making sure it made sense! Use the gif to inspire your imagination!

“Ow!” Jensen’s voice was rough with sleep, but he was sure as shit awake now. “What's wrong with you?” He asked, swatting me with the pillow he'd pulled from under his head. I flinched back, capturing the pillow and thumping it back down on him. “I just wanted a piece of that fine ass!” I whispered, resting my head back to the dip in the small of his back, savoring in the warmth of his bare skin. “No need to bite,” he growled, reaching to slap at my pantie-clad behind, running his hand up my thigh towards my knee that rested near his face, giving it a squeeze. “And I was having such a nice dream too.” He murmured, lifting himself to rest his lips against my bare leg. I was aware from an eagle-eye view, we probably looked like a ying-yang, perfectly describing us, our differences that made us a whole.

“Mm, was it about me?” I asked, lips pressed against the base of his spine, my fingers trailing up his back. “Yeah,” he nodded, his scruff scratching at my skin. “Tell me.” I instructed, pressing feather light kisses to his soft skin, enjoying the tickle of fine, baby hair that covered him. “You were walking towards me, we were both smiling, and when you reached me, you kissed me, sweet and soft…” he chuckled as I turned my head and raked my teeth across the rise of his pert and perfect bottom. “What do you think it meant?” I asked after a silence fell between us, I pushed myself up and maneuvered so I was lying next to him, my arm slung across his back, my leg draped across his. He searched my eyes, a faint smile touching the corners of his mouth. He reached across his side of the bed and opened the drawer on the bedside table, shuffling through everything till he found what he was looking for. Finally he returned, propping himself on his elbow, he held out his fist to me. I smiled up at him and peeled back his fingers, looking to see what he was holding. His index and middle finger opened to reveal a simple ring. I picked it up and stared at it, then at him.

“I think it meant you'd marry me.” Jensen whispered, his eyes sparkling as his lashes fluttered, waiting for my response. “I thought,” my voice was broken and raspy, I swallowed and tried again, “we don't need-- you don't have to-- I’m hap-” I couldn't get a sentence out before starting another. Jensen cupped my jaw and shook his head. “I know what I've said before. I know I said I never wanted to get married… sweetheart, I was stupid to think all that.” Jensen was also struggling to form a full sentence, we both chuckled, laughing at our stupidity. “As long as it's what you want.” I insisted, nuzzling my face into his palm. “I wouldn't have gone ring shopping with Gen, if I didn’t.” Jensen admitted, his face cracking into an enormous smile at my jaw dropping open, surprised she’d managed to keep this a secret. I began to nod my head, choking back the emotions enough to answer. “Baby, yes!” I said, almost breathless from happiness. I pressed my lips to his as he pulled me on top of him and sat up, cradling me in his lap. We broke apart and smiled at each other, he ran his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away tears. He reached between us and took the ring from between my fingers and began to slide it onto my fourth finger. “Wrong hand, baby.” I whispered, swapping hands. Jensen paused, then rested his head against mine as we watched him slide the band onto my left ring finger. “Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “That makes me the luckiest lady!” I breathed against his lips, he shook his head slightly while kissing me, I pushed him back by the shoulders and looked at him, waiting for him to explain. “You’re hardly a lady!” He teased, I pulled the pillow from behind him and smacked it up the side of his head, pressing him back into the mattress with the pillow over his face, all the while he was laughing, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Alright, alright.” He mumbled from under the pillow, taking the pillow from my hands and resting it behind his head. “Good thing I’ve already said yes!” I warned, narrowing my eyes at him, but we both new it was a hollow threat and he pulled me down to his lips. A practiced kiss, that would always be enjoyable, our mouths opening, our tongues tangling, our breath mingling. Jensen broke the kiss first, flipping us over so he was on top, his mouth trailed to the side of my lips, to my jaw, to my earlobe, then he let me pull him to my neck, to that spot just under my pulse that really curls my toes. I let out a breathy moan, a silent prayer to have more but for his mouth to never leave that specific place where he was sucking and licking, nipping and kissing. But that prayer went unanswered as he pushed himself up, chuckling at my whimper and pout from his place, kneeling between my thighs, he pulled my left leg up and over him, then grabbed at my panties and peeled them down, over my knees and off my feet, flinging them across the room. I licked my lips and smiled, watching him tuck his thumbs into his boxers and work them down his thighs, his cock springing free, already hard for the fun we’d have. He shuffled out of them and kicked them to the end of the bed as he collapsed down, onto me, pecking my lips once before ghosting them down and over my breasts, his eyes on mine, another of his moves that curled my toes. “Oh god, Jensen, please,” I begged as he rolled my taut nipple between his teeth, ever so gently. My hips pushed off the bed, lifting him as well, desperate for friction, but Jensen wasn’t through teasing yet, he shifted his weight to one elbow and used his other hand to push my hips back down into the mattress, holding me in place while he moved to the other breast. “Not just yet.” He murmured around my bud, his tongue left a warm, wet, stripe that his breath quickly turned cold, making me shiver from the sensitivity and pleasure. Jensen began to trail down again, his tongue flicking over my skin, pressing open mouthed kisses, anything to make me squirm. “Jen-- please?” I hissed the last word. Unable to control myself anymore, I pushed on the crown of his head, gently, before fisting my fingers into his short hair, demanding he stop the teasing and get to the foreplay. And, my, did he give in! His thumb pushed through my folds, gathering my juices and rubbing them into my clit, sliding back and forth over it, he smiled as my hips jerked upwards and sunk back down into the bed, before he lowered his lips to my center, his tongue tasting me before plunging in and curling back. Good god, this man would be the death of me! I was a quivering mess, at the brink of implosion, when he stopped. I couldn't control the whine, a sad excuse for a complaint, that rumbled from me. He chuckled, kissing over my hip and ribs, coming up to plant a quick kiss to my lips. “Baby...” I whined again when he rocked his hips forwards, his tip and length sliding through my folds. “Oh, you want something?” Jensen breathed, always such a tease. I raised my knees on either side of him and shifted my hips, tipping him to the side, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. I circled my hips over the top of him, drawing a low moan from him, his fingers digging into my waist. I smiled and shuffled down his thigh, watching him as his eyes narrowed. I lowered my mouth to his lower abdomen, sucking a mark into the dip of his pelvic bone, making him hiss as the warmth off my cheek made its way to his erection! I trailed my tongue across the top of his pubic hairline, lifting his cock to plant a kiss to the tip, licking his precum off my lips. I opened my mouth and lowered myself over him, closing my lips and flattening my tongue against the underside of him. He let out a loud breathy sigh, one hand holding the sheets the other tangled in my hair, not pushing or pulling, but his fingertips were pressed against the base of my skull, like a small plea for more! I looked up at him through my lashes as I bobbed my head, his face was flushed, his eyes half closed, his chest rising high slowly before dropping quickly. I smiled around him, my teeth gently grazing over him as I stopped, I was delicate and careful as I tensed my jaw, my teeth the tiniest bit more intense against his cock. His head whipped up off the pillow, his eyes flying open, his stare was fierce and warning as his hand pulled at my hair, almost pulling me off him. “No teeth.” He said quietly, a threat if ever I'd heard one. I exaggerated the pop as I let him fall from my mouth. He huffed and let his head fall back to the pillow, relieved that my teeth weren't near him, annoyed that I was teasing him like he did before. I raised myself over his body and crawled back up to him, giggling when he flipped us. He reached between us, holding himself, his knuckles brushing over my clit, eliciting a small whimper from me. Jensen and I both breathed in as he lined himself up, and as if we were in sync, we both sighed as he sunk into me. My hips lifted to receive as he plunged forward, matching his rhythm, each thrust was a brilliant jolt of pleasure, Jen dipped his head kissing and sucking at my pulse point, I held his head to my neck with one hand, the other tense, fingernails digging into his shoulder blade. His lips trailed down and across to the muscle on my shoulder, his mouth open as he moaned my name, his hips were becoming erratic in their movements. His lips fell back to my shoulder as he reached between us, rubbing what felt like raw nerves, it was like electric and fire mixing, my whole body shook and burned as he circled my clit. And as he shuddered over me, I came, my muscles clenching down on him, milking him, drawing ropes of his hot, cum from him. His body twitched and my heart raced as we both focused on our breathing, Jensen’s forehead resting against mine as he placed a tender kiss to my lips. He pulled out and rolled to the side, pulling the sheet out from under him and moving it to the side. I rolled onto my shoulder, “Ouch.” I hissed, wincing when it pulled, a bruise I didn't know I had. I looked at Jensen, the sly smile, his eyes lingering on my shoulder, gave it away. I couldn't help the sarcastic smile that settled on my face, an eyebrow raising in question. “Did you bite me?” I asked, already knowing the answer. He shrugged and leaned in for a peck. “I thought I was gonna get away with it!” He chuckled, I slapped his shoulder and sat up, pushing his hand off my waist as he tried to hold me to the bed. I left the bed and went to the mirror near the door, rolling my shoulder forward and assessing the bite mark. The individual teeth indents were gone, but it was two, clear, red half-ovals, I turned back to Jensen who'd propped himself up against the bed head, the sheet covering him. I walked back to the bed and crawled up his legs, settling back onto his thighs, linking my fingers behind his neck. “I thought you said, no teeth!” I quipped, wriggling when he dug a finger into my side. “Sorry?” He tried, leaning in for a kiss, and there was no way I could deny him attention. I smiled when he opened his mouth to my probing tongue, all forgiven and forgotten. Jensen moved his lips over my chin and down my neck, pausing over the tendon on the side. “Do it again,” I breathed, tilting my head to the side, offering him all of me. And he accepted, as he always would.

That turned into a saga, apologies, but I hope you enjoyed.

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[storiesfromfpc]

4/14/19 unreleased

I wake with a gasp, my body racked hard with the jerk forcing me out of my dreams. "Come here," you murmur and you back into me, my arms pulling you into me, keeping me anchored.

Turning into me, you seek out my mouth and find me, sinking into me with a lush, sweet kiss. Surprise holds me motionless for a moment, and then my hand is at the back of your head holding you in place as I take over, craving something darker.

You tangle your legs with mine, feeling my warm skin. The soft, rhythmic stroking my my tongue soothing and arousing you. No one kisses you like I do. The coaxing demand of my mouth is sparingly sensual, let it's also tender. My lips both soft and firm. I use them to bruise, but also to tease -- brushing gently against yours before taking your lower lip between my teeth until I hear you gasp.

Reaching between us, you cup me in your hand through my boxers, stroking with a demand that answers mine. I swell to your touch, lengthen until the broad head pushes up beneath the elastic of my waistband. I groan, my hips thrusting into your caress.

"Jenn."

"Make me feel you," you whisper.

My hand slides beneath your shirt, my fingers drifting feather light across your belly until I palm your breast. I squeeze, massage, and kneed your aching flesh until my clever fingers grip your nipple. With a full understanding of your body, I roll and tug the hard, tight point of your breast. The relentless pressure and pulling sends pulses of need through your entire body.

You moan, aroused. Desperate. Your legs tighten around mine, grinding your damp sex against my thigh. "Does that pretty cunt of yours ache, babygirl?" I nibble at the corner of your lip, the words a seduction all their own. "What do you need? My mouth... my tongue... my fingers... my cock...?"

"Daddy." You whisper shamelessly when I pull away, your arms reaching for me as I rise above you. I shush you, giving you a soft sound of reassurance. Before you can acknowledge it, my hands are at your hips, pulling your panties down to your knees.

"You haven't answered me, babygirl. What do you want me to put in your greedy little cunt? All the above?"

"Yes," you gasp. "Everything."

I don't hesitate, pushing you on your back and powerfully folding your legs in the air giving me access to lower my head to the sensitive flesh between your thighs. You hold your breath waiting, folded as you are, you can't see...

The hot, wet, velvet of my tongue slides between the folds of your sex. "Oh god," you scream as you try to arch into me, greedily seeking more. I can't help but laugh as you struggle, trying to lift your hips to my wicked mouth. Gripping your thighs, I hold you in place, tasting you at the pace I want. Licking over and around your slick opening... taunting you, knowing you want to feel my tongue inside of you. My lips press kisses, circling your throbbing clit, my mouth sucking, the flat of my tongue rubbing across the sensitive point of pleasure.

"Please..." you beg, knowing the more you surrender to me, the more I'll give back.

But I make you wait as I savor you, my hand caressing the tender skin at the back of you thighs, my tongue massaging your clit with the faintest of pleasures.

You press your hands to my face, "That feels so good Dylan, please don't stop..." Your mouth falls open when I lick lower, dipping a fraction into the trembling clutch of your body, seeking out the favor that drips from your opening. "Oh!" you gasp, half mad with the barrage of sensation after hours of numbness.

My growl shivers through you. your body jerks as I finally give you what you want, my stiff tongue pushing into your slick heat with a slow, delicious thrust. "Yes! Fuck Me!" you scream. My mouth is exquisite, the source of all pleasure and torment, my tongue wicked in it's sensual assault, plunging between your clenching, delicate muscles.

I devour you with a drive focus, so automatic and greedy that you writhe with indescribable ecstasy pulsing through your entire body. There's pressure, and then my thumb slides into your rear, massaging the tender opening. The fullness there contrasts with the rhythmic thrusts of my tongue. Your core tenses and I can tell that I have you hovering on the edge of orgasm.

My hand lashes out, landing a number of slaps to your ass, and that's all that it takes to tip you over the edge. You scream my name, your body on fire, burning with it. The climax shatters you but I don't relent, my tongue sliding up to lash out at your clit. One orgasm rolls into the next, coming hard and endlessly.

"No more," you plead. Your limbs trembling had as your core spasms with yet another rush. "I cant take anymore."

You feel the mattress dip as I move, one hand holding your ankles above your head. You hear the snap of my waistband as I shove my boxers down. "How do you want it babygirl? Tell me now..." I ask darkly.

"Oh god..." You force your answer past your dry lips. "Deep. Hard."

I move over you, pushing your legs back until your bent in half. I press the head of my thick cock into your wetness, forcing it past your tightness, stroking into what is already swollen and tender. Folded in half as you are, your legs bound together by your panties still around your knees, stretched by my girth, your sensitive flesh stings from the forcefulness of my possession as you wince, but I still have more to give.

Groaning your name, I roll my hips, working myself deeper and massage your clit at the same time. "My greedy girl" I bite out as I fuck into you with destructive expertise. The feeling of me so hard... the relentless, leisurely thrusts... Your fingers tear at the sheets and my back. Your sex ripples frantically around me, gripping the thick head of my cock with ravenous greed. Every withdrawal leaves you feeling empty. Every thrust fills you, pulsing pleasure through your veins.

"If you keep it up, I'm going to cum. Is that what you want babygirl? You want me to fill you up before you can even take it all?" "NO!" You exhale in a rush. I roll my hips, pushing into you, my breath catching as you take more of me. "God Jenn, your pussy loves my cock. We were made for each other."

Reaching for the headboard, I stretch over you, trapping your legs between us. Fully exposed, and trapped for my pleasure, you're helpless but to watch my eyes as I slam my hips into you, sinking the rest of the way into you.

The sound that leaves you is a blend of pain and pleasure. It's a harsh wail of ecstasy, the pleasure so intense it hurts. Unable to speak, you reach for my hips, pulling me into you. Then I start slamming into you, pounding a relentless tempo, my thick cock plunging and withdrawing from root to tip in rapid thrusts. This is all it takes, before I can notice you tightening around me, you scream, cumming so hard that your body seizes and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Pausing on the down stroke, I grind into your clit, forcing your sex to spasm around my hardness.

The moment you sag into the mattress, I pull my cock out of your trembling slit. Still hard, my shaft is slick from your orgasm, but not from mine. "You didn't cum," you say disappointedly as I pull your underwear off of you.

I slide my hand beneath your back, lifting you and pulling your shit over your head. My lips brush over your ear and I whisper, "You wanted fast and rough. For once, I want slow and sweet."

I lever over you again, this time setting into the cradle of your open arms and legs. The moment you feel my heat, my desire, you realize how much you want this too. "You're everything to me," you choke out. "I love you," I reply.

Shifting my hips, I tuck the head of my cock into your cleft, pushing forward gently, taking time and care to fill you. My lips move against yours, the stroke of my tongue somehow more erotic than the slide of my cock. "Hold me," you whisper as my arms curve beneath your shoulders. You tighten your grip on me as I drive into you.

"I love you Jenn." I murmur. "Do you feel it?"

"Yes," you moan, as you watch the pleasure wash over me, my thickness swelling as I spill into you groaning, my body shaking with orgasm.

[khiphop-stories]

Umbrella - Chapter II

[Chapter I]

Lesson Two: From Strangers to Neighbors

[Christian Yu & DPR Live]

“I invited our neighbors to dinner,” you informed your roommate who was busy preparing food in the kitchen. You joined her and set the table for four people.

“You did what?” Hana looked at you suspiciously. It wasn't like you to invite someone over for a meal, especially not your neighbors. You barely exchanged words with the people who lived in this apartment, apart from an obligatory hello and goodbye.

“Well, his mother brought us gifts after all and I bumped into him earlier.”

“Is he the son of some rich CEO or why are you being so nice?” She laughed at you as she filled the content from the pan onto a plate. You had been friends for a long time, so she knew you all too well. Every of your actions had a motive. You planned ahead and you wouldn��t do anything reckless, especially not if it came to people who you didn’t know. You would give you all for your loved ones, but with strangers, you preferred to mind your own business and not to get involved with them.

“No, but he kinda sheltered me from the rain and I don’t want to owe him anything,” you shrugged your shoulders simply. There it was. Your motive. You always made sure to repay all the favors you had received. You hated to be indebted to anyone.

“Ok, but I only cooked for two.” She remarked while placing the plates filled with side dishes into the middle of the table.

“Yeah, but whenever you cook there are always leftovers,” you laughed.

~*~

Not shortly after the bell rang which made you jump a bit in surprise. You hated the sound of the bell. It was too high-pitched for your liking. You thought about changing it a few times, but you never got around to do so. Putting the chopsticks down, you hurried to the door and opened it for them.  

Dabin entered the apartment first. He greeted you with a bright smile and right behind him was his roommate, Christian, you assumed. His roommate was tall and he had a very buff body with broad shoulders. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and black jeans. One of his arms was decorated with black tattoos. You couldn’t see his face clearly since he was wearing a baseball cap, but you could clearly see the piercing on his nose which reflected the light of your apartment. You had to admit his appearance alone was quite intimidating. He was almost twice as big as you, in seize and in height.

“Hi, I’m Christian,” he introduced himself. His voice was deep and raspy and if you weren’t intimidated before, you definitely were now.

“Jenn,” you released a smile and awkwardly held out your hands. His lips curled up and he shook your hand. Then you welcomed them into your apartment, guiding them into the kitchen.

“It smells so good,” Dabin delightfully clapped his hands together. Seeing the food on the table his face lit up with joy. The last meal he had today was the breakfast his mom had made him, so it was an understatement to say he hungry. He was literally starving.

After a little introduction you all took a seat at the table and began eating. There was an embarrassing silence at first. Since you didn’t know anything about each other, you didn’t have anything to talk about, except for the crappy weather. 
However, once you passed the awkward stage of being too polite and too cautious, the dinner was filled with laughter and jokes and time flew by quickly. They both were nice guys and despite your first impression of Christian he proved to have a fun and kind personality.

“Jenn…” Hana called you hesitantly with a worried expression on her face.



“Hm?” You looked up at her cluelessly.

“Don’t you have to leave?” She reminded you out of the blue, interrupting the flow of the conversation. You eyes wandered to the clock on the wall and your jaw dropped open when you realized how quickly an hour had passed by.



“Shit!” You threw the chopsticks onto the table and jumped up from your seat, running into your room. You grabbed the bag on the chair which contained your working uniform and heels and then carelessly threw one of your jackets over your shoulders, before you rushed back to the hallway and slipped into your shoes.

“Bye!” You shouted from the hallway and rushed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind you.

Both Dabin and Christian were left in confusion, wondering what had just happened. They exchanged glances before turning to Hana.

“Oh, she has to work at eight,” Hana explained simply with a chuckle.

~*~

Working in a high end restaurant had its perks. It brought in quite a lot of money, but the downside was having to deal with privileged and elitist people. Mostly spoiled children who thought the world lay at their feet. They never had to work even one day in their life, so they took the jobs of other people for granted. 

There were times, you felt the urge to just slap them across the face for how rude they were behaving. But of course you never actually did it. You hated the fact that you couldn’t even defend yourself when you were in the right, because of that stupid policy the restaurant had. It was tiring and you had to apologize for every little thing. They acted like you only existed to cater to their feelings. But you got used to it with time and you slowly got the hang of dealing with them.

Your shift ended at 1 am and you didn't even have time to change your clothes. In order to catch the last bus you had to run to the bus station with all your might.

~*~

You hopped of the bus and walked home. It was freezing cold, especially around your legs because you had to wear a skirt for work. You walked a couple of meters, before you stopped to change your shoes. You had been walking around in these heels for hours and your feet were hurting. You almost didn’t feel them anymore. Taking out your shoes from the bag, you threw them onto the ground.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching you in a fast pace and your whole body froze. You were too scared to turn around, so you just waited and hoped that whoever was behind you would just walk past you. But instead you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a tall, hooded figure. Almost as if your body was acting on its own, you quickly grabbed the hand, pulled it forwards and smashed your elbow into the side of that stranger’s rib.

“It’s me, it’s me, Christian!” The person shouted and brushed his hoodie back showing his face to you. He held up his arms in defense, but also to show his innocence and he looked at you with a terrified expression.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry!” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands.

“Damn, you’re pretty good fighter!” He then commented and laughed out loud, easing the tension.

“Did I hurt you?” You inspected him with worried eyes.

“No, I’m good,” he assured you with a smile.



“Don’t you ever do something like that again! You don’t approach a girl at night like that!” You then yelled at him, trying to recover from the shock that he had given you. 

Coming home at this hour almost every night, you met all kinds of people. But never did you feel threatened by any of them. They were mostly drunkards who wouldn’t even stand a chance in a fight with you. But his big and sturdy physique was frightening and judging from the grip on your shoulders, he was pretty strong too.

“Sorry…actually I wanted to call you…but I forgot your name,” he mumbled under his breath apologetically, scratching the back of his head.

“Jenn! It’s Jenn!” You sighed out loud and when you recollected yourself you lifted your left leg, taking off the heel and slipped into your flat shoe. You repeated the process with your right feet and you could feel his eyes on you. When you looked up at him he had a confused frown on his face.

“Try walking in heels for five hours straight,” you let out a light laugh.

He nodded his head understandingly, but his eyes didn’t leave your legs. You slowly began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze and you were about to say something, when he abruptly unzipped his jacket and took it off.

“What are you doing?” You blinked at him.



“Tie it around your waist. Your legs are covered in goosebumps,” he said and handed you the jacket.

“T-thanks,” you mumbled, surprised by his act of kindness. You did as he said and then you began walking towards the apartment complex with him following. He adjusted to your pace and hid hands in the pocket of his pants.

“By the way what the hell are you doing outside in the middle of the night?” You turned your head to him and raised one of your brows.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked and pointed at his body. You scanned him up and down and then you noticed his hair was a bit wet and he was sweating. He was also wearing running shoes and track pants.

“I was out for a run,” he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as if it was the most normal thing to do in the middle of the night.

“At 1 o’clock?” You chuckled at him in disbelief.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replied with a short sigh. By now you had reached the entrance of the building.

“Why not?”

“Well, for one I haven’t set up the bed yet and the floor is hella hard, plus I kinda like running at night.”

“You’re weird,” you let out a laugh and pressed the elevator button.

“Are you always working this late?”

“Most of the time,” you sighed out loud.

“Aren’t you scared? Walking home by yourself at night?”

“Not until today,” you joked, making him laugh. When he had smile on his lips, he didn’t look as intimidating.