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The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 19

Blurb (More BTC): “Baby you’re stressed- I hear it in your voice let’s go have a cigarette mm?” I gently touch his shoulder and he rolled it to get me to stop “Jesus y’fucking needy. I said no! I fuckin quit, ok? Do you need me to say it 3 fucking times so that you remember I told you? I quit. I fucking quit, okay? has it sunk into your fuckin memory? Ok, good Now get out of my fuckin face. There’s no available seats, and I don’t have time to fuck around and listen t’you talk about bull” he went right back to plating the food and my mouth drops a bit.

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It had been 3 weeks since Carmy had seen his mother. He had called Natalie back when he got out of the shower, and stood on the balcony for about 40 minutes chain smoking like a steam train while he spoke to her, and when he came back inside he just wanted to cuddle and watch cooking shows the rest of the day, to which considering the shit week he’d had and it was only Monday- was to be expected.

After the bruise had gone down enough to be covered with makeup, he threw himself in to his work harder then I’d ever seen before. He would leave the house at 4:30, and not be back until midnight every night. And then, he would stay up until 2 playing around with new recipes and replating dishes over and over, thumping it into the garbage each time he felt it wasn’t just right.

Something was…different with him lately. I assumed it was just the toll Donna’s harsh words were taking. But I missed my Carmy, my sweet bear. He had been so…short with me lately. He wasn’t texting as much, I hardly got an ‘I love you’ out of him most days, because I hardly exchanged more then 2 words with him. It was like living with a ghost, or a roommate that hated you. We hadn’t had sex since before the family dinner everything transpired, but that wasn’t even what got to me most.

I figured he was just…distracted? I knew Carmy loves me, he wouldn’t be coming home every night if he didn’t. So that is why I had taken it upon myself to tell Richie to save me a table tonight and not tell Carmy, so I could surprise him and finally give him the absolutely adorable specially made crochet knife storage pouch that I’d even sewn fabric into and embroidered his initials on. I made sure to wrap it super pretty with navy blue ribbon and brown paper just like the colors of the restaurant before I headed down there.

When I walked in I had a bright smile, I was so excited to see him and hopefully sneak a smoke break outside, it had been a while since we did that. I had even done my hair extra pretty for him, curled how he liked and put in one of my silky bows that matched what I’d wrapped around the present paper. I remembered when Carmy had told me that navy was his favorite color on me, and that it complimented my hair so well. I told him I would wear it more often cause it always brought out the blue in his pretty eyes which of course made him blush and smile one of his shy boyish smiles.

“Cousin!” I chirp happily and wrap my arms around Richie “it’s been too long, how are you? Still got my seat?” I asked, he wrapped his arm around me a kissed the top of my head in that sweet, brotherly way.

“Hey Shortstack, M’sorry we’ve been swamped- this might not be a good time f’you huh? Wanna come back another day?” He pat my back gently and I pulled away slightly, looking up at him

“You mean Carmy is in a mood?” I ask and pout a bit. He gives me that look, and I sigh “I’m gonna go talk to him…he just needs a cigarette” I said and brushed off his objections, pushing open the door to the kitchen to see Carmy absolutely ripping Syd a new one, about what? I couldn’t be sure.

“I fucking TOLD YOU, if it’s not PERFECT it doesn’t GO OUT. You have TWO emulsions on this plate, BOTH ARE SPLIT it’s GARBAGE “ he shouts, chucking the entire plate of food into the garbage that I truly didn’t see a problem with. As someone who came from a home where we had peanut butter bread for dinner at least twice a month, seeing him throw away such expensive food made me nearly twitch, and the tone of his voice made me cringe.

“Carmy?” I held the wrapped present to my chest nervously, Syd looks at me, relief flashing in her eyes “why don’t we take a break?” I asked gently and go up to him, touching his hand and he pulls it away. He was angrily chomping on gum, and shook his head

“Not takin’ breaks anymore. What’s up, need somethin?” He asked, his tone nearly indifferent. I frowned bit, eyes flicking to Tina who would usually be telling Carmy to be nicer to his girl, or Marcus who would be beckoning me over to try some sweet treat he’d been perfecting- but instead they were dead focused on their dishes. Like I wasn’t even there.

“Babe, what do you mean? Cmon, let’s go smoke huh?” I gently rub his bicep and he shook his head again, grabbing a new plate from the stack of them beside his station

“Refire! 2 wagyu- let’s pick up the goddamn pace we’re fucking behind!, chefs! Every second counts, heard?!” he calls out in a loud, grating, nearly barking voice.

He was quickly met with a chorus of ‘yes chef’ and he got right back to plating some…thing? Without even a single glance to the woman he said he dreamed of being his wife. I didn't even know where I’d get started trying to guess what the little plate of flowers, and goop, and..some kind of meat? Would be.

Well, all I knew is it was ‘fancy’ and if I didn’t like it- Richie would be really upset with me, and so would Carmy. Also, that Carmy needed a break, and soon or he’d blow his top.

The food Carmy crafted when I saw him looked like barely a snack to me. Like - a single bite, and I told Carmy that, he used to chuckle and have me try it, but when I did lately he would get pissy and tell me I ‘don’t fucking get Haute Cuisine’ .

But the fact he was just essentially ignoring me and my love for him and how I had gotten all pretty for him and came all the way here but he didn’t give a single shit - it made me livid. He was really rubbing me wrong, lately . I had come out of my way to see him, and he couldn’t even take 10 minutes?

“Baby you’re stressed- I hear it in your voice let’s go have a cigarette mm?” I gently touch his shoulder and he rolled it to get me to stop

“Jesus y’fucking needy. I said no! I fuckin quit, ok? Do you need me to say it 3 fucking times so that you remember I told you? I quit. I fucking quit, okay? has it sunk Into your fuckin memory? Ok, good Now get out of my fuckin face. There’s no available seats, and I don’t have time to fuck around and listen t’you talk about bull” he went right back to plating the food and my mouth drops a bit.

I look up to search for Syd hopefully getting ready to yell at him for that, but she was over helping Tina with something. I swallowed thickly “do you want to maybe try that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly, Carmen” I kick his shoe lightly and he finally looks at me, fire lighting behind his eyes. I couldn’t believe that he was insulting me this way, something had to have crawled up his ass. “Because I know you didn’t just insult my memory knowing my situation. That would be really low, coming from you” I narrow my eyes in fury, the two of us staring eachother down like lions about to fight.

He hadn’t ever dared to speak to me or treat me this way before. Ever since we’d met, he was all blushy smiles and sweet mumbled compliments. His demeanor would brighten, like his energy was being dialed up when I walked in a room. He’d practically trip over his own feet to come give me a sweet Carmy Bear hug. But lately it was as if I was fucking bothersome housefly.

“I said” he dropped the long pair of tweezers he was using and took a deep breath, the vein in his forehead popping out and when he took a deep breath like he was about to scream I quickly said

“Remember. Think. Think right now Carmen about the way you’re going to speak to me. Think really hard because I told you once and I’m not telling you again what happens if you ever raise your voice to me demeaningly- don’t fucking test me” I said and he narrowed his eyes, breathing deeper how he did when his top was about to blow.

“Leave.” He said just above a whisper. I scoffed, blinking a few times not sure I believed what I heard.

“Leave? You want me to leave? Since when have you ever not wanted me around” I asked “what has gotten into you, Bear? You’re hardly sleeping you’re- you’re-“

“WHAT THE FUCK COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW, WINNIE?! ALL YOU DO IS PUT GOD DAMN BOOKS ON A SHELF. AND THE REST OF THE TIME? YOU WHINE ABOUT YOUR DEAD FUCKING BROTHER. NEWSFLASH- YOU FUCKING PRISS - YOU ARENT THE ONLY ASSHOLE WHOS BROTHER DIED!! SO CAN YOU DO ME A SINGLE FAVOR? A SINGLE THING, WIN? CAN YOU NOT STRESS ME THE FUCK OUT FOR A SECOND AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. UNTIL I TELL YOU OTHERWISE? LEAVE ME BE! YOU FUCKING NAG! CHRIST!!! ” He roared. His voice was so scary, so deep, so honest - tears started rolling down my cheeks before I could possibly stop them, and my lip wobbled as I held back hot, embarrassed tears.

Nat comes out of the back office “what’s going on-“ she flicked her eyes from Carmy over to me in the now silent kitchen. I didn’t even know who this is in front of me. But it’s not my Carmy, my Carmy would never willingly stab me in such a deep seeded wound, and then salt it right after by calling me a priss. I nearly choked on my tears, my heart racing and blood roaring in my ears. The same 3 words ringing in my ears

He’s leaving you, he’s leaving you, he’s leaving you.

“Carmen!” Nat snaps, “you can go fuck pal. What the fuck did she do to you?” She comes over to my shocked frame, heaving in breaths panicking worse then I did that night I’d met his mother. And hugged me gently, rubbing my arm

“Go. Fucking GO get her out. I don’t need the dramatic, stupid sniveling” he brushed me roughly toward the door, without a care of the world I nearly tripped over my own feet. I was so upset, I could have thrown up on the floor if Nat didn’t give him a sharp glare as she basically carried me out while I sobbed. She rubbed my back gently as she tried to soothe me as much as she could.

“He’s so stressed, win, this is him blowing out because he’s scared about Jimmy cutting us off.”

“S-sniveling?” I sobbed and Richie pushed open the door, pulling me into a big hug when we got outside “he- he said I talk too much about Chris” I choke sobbed into his jacket and he rubs my back gently, allowing me to cry as hard as I needed “he called me a priss Richie- w-why does he hate me now? What did I do?” I cry, my makeup streaming down my face in thick black streaks.

“He’s a little bitch, he’s become a little fuckin tyrant since Syd said she wanted a star, honey. It’s nothing t’do with you” he coaxed, gently rubbing my back how he did for Eva when she was upset, hoping it would have the same effect but unfortunately for him my heart had just been ripped out and stomped on by Carm so it wasn’t doing much.

“He- he knew what would happen I - I can’t. Oh god I don’t wanna break up why did he do this Richie” my voice horse and broken

“What’ya mean hon, he’s not breakin up with you- kids fuckin whipped are you jokin’?” He said and I shook my head

“I can’t - I - I can’t be with someone who’s abusive that way, Richie. I wish this never happened I - I wish I never came today oh god- oh god he’s gonna wanna come home later- can you- you- “ I choke back a sob, covering my mouth and squeezing my eyes shut at the realization.

“Tell him not to come home” I pull away and wipe my face, handing him the crumpled present “and give him this. I don’t want it” before heading the 2 blocks home. He didn’t try to stop me, it was no use with the state that I was in. The only person that could calm me down like this is Sadie, and I felt I’ve disappointed her because what she said nearly a year ago now, ended up being true. Carmen Berzatto is an asshole, and he’s only going to end up hurting me.

I stormed home, turning off my phone because I knew what I was supposed to do, and I didn’t want to be tempted to stop because people were asking me not to. I took 2 bong hits to calm down my breathing and stop crying finally, before wiping my makeup off and grabbing a box of trash bags. For the next two hours, I went around my apartment collecting any and everything that belonged to Carmy, or that I’d gotten him as a gift, and put them in to garbage bags.

I had told him when we first started dating, that I no longer date men who yell at me, or hit me. I made sure to let him know it was the only time I’d tell him, but if he ever were to raise his voice to me in a mean way we’d be over without even having to say it. So to take it as my warning. And he should have, because I was sticking to my word.

When I was done, I allowed myself to take an hours long steaming shower, and sob on my shower floor about everything. I couldn’t believe that Carmy had called me stupid essentially, made fun of my adhd and bad memory. That he had told me I talk too much about Chris when he knows the only way to keep your dead sibling alive is to share stories. Just like he did of Mikey, but I guess to him that street should only go one way.

I truthfully didn’t even know who this man was. Cold, uncaring, nearly evil. I wanted to scream and sob and kick things and punch Carmy but also kiss him and I wanted to slap him for what he said but I also wanted him to hold me and whisper about how he loves me more then anything in this whole fucked up world between sloppy kisses he left all over my face and neck. I wanted to lay with him in the dark and stroke his forearm as he tells me about his irrational worries and I soothe him by telling him no matter what happens we do it together.

Didn’t he love that? He said he loved that, that he loved me. But how could that be love? The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt Carmy, whenever I do even by accident the level of guilt I feel is immeasurable. But he so easily, so willingly hurt me about the single most painful thing in this world. Like I meant nothing to him at all.

I got into bed after getting into my favorite hello kitty pajamas, only to start sobbing again when all I could smell was him. I held his pillow, crying into it to stifle my sobs.

It was a good 3 hours of sobbing before I gave myself such a bad migraine that I essentially conked out and was woken up to Persephone asking for her dinner long after the sun had gone down. “Gosh- I’m sorry honey dad-Carmy” I correct myself, feeling tears spring to my eyes again. “C-Carmy” I start to sob again, shaking my head and covering my face with my hands. Sephy jumps up on the bed, coming over and licking my forearm sweetly and I sniffled deeply, picking her up and stroking her fur as I kiss her head.

“Carmy isn’t coming around anymore so I’ve been a little upset. M’sorry” I told her and got up, padding to the kitchen and putting on my glasses after wiping my eyes. I realized my phone was still sat powered off on the counter, so I took it turning it back on and grabbing her food for her while it powered up. I got my skincare globes out of the freezer, holding them to my puffy sore eyes, sighing softly In relief.

I sat there for a moment enjoying the feeling of the cold compress when my phone started buzzing over, and over, and over as it loaded through all of the notifications from the day. I popped the globes back in the freezer, seeing the last 56 texts were from Carmy, on top of 17 missed calls and 3 voicemails. I clicked on the thread and to start, it was horrible

-Fuckin really- you leave Richie with a gift to what, make me feel bad?

-Well guess what, I don’t so nice try.

-That’s really fuckin embarassing, you told Richie to tell me not to come home?? How old are you, really.

-Why wouldn’t I come home?? You’re being over dramatic.

-What do you wanna break up over a petty fight???

And after I didn’t reply, it turned into

-Fuck babe the pouch is really nice, I’m sorry.

-Is that pouch what you’ve been working on lately? You did so good, princess it's so nice, I love you.

-I’m sorry angel, please pick up the phone :(

-Come on honey I’ll come home early and make you your special garbage plate, and bring you your chocolate cake yea?

-Winnie, really. I’m sorry baby, I love you, you know that.

-I love you, pretty girl, please pick up the phone.

-Ok so I can’t make it early but I’ll try not to be late, hm? we can cuddle and watch your show

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I read through them. In response, instead of words, I simply send him a photo of the 4 trash bags tied up near the door along with the huge stack of cookbooks and hit send, opening my freezer once more to find something to eat. I settle on a frozen pizza that had been living in there a bit too long but when you have - had. A genius chef boyfriend, every night was something new and delicious so frozen pizza was always off the table.

It wasn’t even 3 minutes before my phone was vibrating on the counter as a call came through, I look over and see the photo Sadie took of us at new years, big goofy 2024 glasses on Carmy and one of those large ‘happy new years’ sparkly headbands was on me, kissing out on her balcony with fireworks in the background as the clock struck midnight. I shook my head at the memory, deciding to just rip the bandaid now and I hit the green button, and hit the speaker button.

It was silent other then the sounds of the kitchen dimming as he walked down the hallway to go outside. “Sweetheart?” He asked, as if he was amazed I answered - he should be.

“No. Not anymore. When will you be by to pick up your shit?�� I preheat the oven and grab my phone, going to sit in my bed while I wait for it to heat.

“Baby. Come on Angel, don’t be like that mm? M’sorry, I really am babygirl I-“

“Stop! I - I’m not your baby or your angel, or your babygirl, anymore, Carmy. You fucking forfeited that the moment you yelled at me and told me I was fucking stupid and couldn’t remember anything and then- and-“ I took a deep shaking breath “and what you said about Chris? Fuck you. That’s what I wanted to say, Carmy. Fuck, you. Fuck you for making me fall so fucking far in love with you- just for you to turn around and ruin it. We had something so beautiful and-“

He cuts me off this time

“Had. You’re gonna say we had something, Win? It’s been fucking not even a day can you hold the fuck on? Why are you throwing us away you know that we’re fucking-“

“What? Throwing us away? Tell me, Carmy. What did I say to you about dating men who yell” I said and he remained silent “say it.” I told him and he huffs.

“You don’t date assholes that yell at you or hit you anymore because you learned that y’better than that” he muttered.

“Mmm. So what makes you special?” I asked, and out of everything I said that night that was a knife straight to his gut. He felt like it knocked the wind out of his lungs, because if anything at all- I made him special. I made him feel special. And for him to now believe that I no longer see him as such, what was he if not special to me?

“Honey, baby- don’t- don’t do this” he said, the edge from his voice gone and replaced with that softness, that softness that only came with the real Carmy, my Carmy.

“What makes you special?” I ask again, my voice shaking as I bit back more tears, although I wasn’t sure how I possibly had anymore left to cry given today.

“You” he said barely above a whisper. I don’t know what I was expecting, it was more a rhetorical question for him to answer on his own- but that answer melted me to my core.

“Come home right now and maybe we can talk about you earning your way back. Maybe.” I said and hung up. I sighed, sitting back and rubbing my face to rid it of tears. Suprisingly enough, it was only about 10 minutes until I heard a key in the door and a familiar

“Honey?”

I sit up in bed, wiping away stray tears to try and look strong as possible, but when he came in, all of that resolve crumbled. His eyes were bloodshot, he had to have been crying too. But how? In the back office? Did he really leave the kitchen to go cry? I could hardly believe that. “Honey” he said, nearly relieved that I was really there and sunk to his knees next to the bed in front of me, taking my hands and kissing them all over the backs

“I’m sorry- I’m so so sorry, I’m so sorry pretty” he rests his forehead on the plush of my thigh, sighing softly and I resist the strong urge to detangle his curls from the day, something I hadn’t gotten the pleasure of doing in what felt like years but in reality was only a few weeks.

“Sorry for what” I urge and he nuzzled his face in my tummy

“M’sorry f’r being an asshole, and a bitch, and a piece of shit, and a horrible fuckin’ boyfriend” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around my waist like he’d never let go and kissing around my ribs and stomach “M’sorry honey. So so sorry. I love you” he repeated over and over, kissing different parts of me each time with slow, purposeful worshiping movements.

“Do you really think that about me?” I asked, allowing myself to gently rest my hand on his back, rubbing at the tense muscle through his chefs coat.

“Never. Never. That was so - so fucked baby. I regretted it the second I said it- I don’t even fucking know what’s wrong with me, I- I don’t” his voice cracks and he took a shakey breath “I don’t deserve you” he admits, his voice raw and honest. My hand trailed up, gently scratching at his scalp and that is when he breaks

“It’s just so hard this is all so fuckin’ h-hard baby” it comes out in a sob, and I gently pull him to come lay with me. “I don’t deserve this I don’t deserve- fuck. I don’t deserve to feel good after what I said babe. I don’t deserve comfort” he shook his head and stood, tugging off his coat. “M’sorry- I need to fuckin get it together. M’sorry. It’s just- everything is shit babe. Please don’t come to the restaurant anymore, ok? It’s too much- everything is too much and it’s like peace comin home and seeing you. I don’t want you mixed up with it” he kisses the top of my head

“Are we good?” He asked. I thought for a moment, swallowing thickly and sighing a bit. “Baby please” he plead, sitting down on the bed next to my legs and cupping my cheeks.

“How can we be good if you won’t even let me hold you? You don’t even want me touching you lately , Carmy. Are you sure you’re still…” I bit my lip to keep it from wobbling “that you still want me?” I asked. A few stray tears fall down his cheeks and he pulls me to his chest, hugging me tightly and kissing the top of my head.

“Baby- baby.” He whispered and rubbed my back gently “the only thing in this world that I’m sure of, is that I fucking want you. I want you more than I want the restaurant- I want you more then anything” he assured me, rocking me gently and kissing my cheeks.

“Then why do you spend more time with the restaurant then with me?” I ask gently, hating that I was enjoying his coddling and kisses.

“Cause I’m a way better chef, and a shit boyfriend. So I figure it spares us both the heartache of having me around too much” and the indifferent, casual tone he said it in tells me he truly believed it. That was the part about it that killed me the most.

“Oh bear” I whisper, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a sweet, loving kiss, gently playing with his curls. He nearly sighs in relief in my mouth, his palm spread flat along my back where he rucked up my pajamas so he could be touching me skin to skin, our favorite way. “Do you wanna know something, love” I said softly when I pulled away, planting a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. He rested his forehead on mine, eyes fluttering shut as he got lost in the much needed affection.

“Hm” he didn’t even have the ability to make some self deprecating joke, he could only focus on the way his heart felt steadier then it had all day now that he was back in my arms.

“If I could spend every waking moment with you, I would. Because you are my favorite person in this world, there is not one other being I’d rather be with day to day, even Taylor swift” I joke which earned a small smile from him

“That’s a lie, but thank you baby- I wish I could be around all the time, but I fuck up too much” he sniffled, and I wiped the stray tear stains from his cheeks.

“It’s the truth. And how do you mean, you fuck up baby? You are so good at being a boyfriend - today was the first time you’ve ever been nasty to me. And definitely the last, hm?” I confirm and he nodded quickly

“The last- it’s the last I swear. I’ll never be mean again t’you baby that was the dumbest shit I’ve ever done in my life. Y’my best girl, my favorite, perfect angel” he kissed my forehead and snuggled me close, gently petting my hair. We were quiet for a moment, just enjoying each others touch when he said “this is getting long” he whispered as he plays with the ends of my hair that brushed the mattress even while I sat in his lap.

“Mm- I thought you like it long” i kiss that pulse point on his neck gently to assure he was still calm, happy to feel the steady beat beneath my lips as I lingered for a moment, smelling the last bits of his cologne and the kitchen smell from the day on him that I loved so much, distinctly Carmen.

“I do. S’fun to play with” he rubs my back gently and rests his lips on the top of my head in a prolonged kiss, shutting his eyes and lingering for a moment, savoring the smell of my shampoo and hair oil that I’d actually gotten him to start using and to his surprise it did make his curls way less frizzy. The humid, Chicago summers were always his least favorite because it gave him a super curly Italian Afro that would go frizzy by the end of the day in the kitchen, but I loved it more then anything.

“Will you shower with me?” He asked after a few moments of silence, with his cheek mushed on the top of my head. I sigh softly “I had a long shower earlier, I’ll sit with you, though. My pizza should be almost done” I said and he lays back on the bed, taking me with him and I giggle a bit as I roll on top of him and he lets out a satisfied hum at his newfound weighted blanket.

“Never mind. Kinda want pizza” he adjusted my thighs so I’d straddle him and I tucked my hands under his back, kissing his neck gently as I usually would after a hard day, moving from his forehead to his nose and his cheeks then his lips and chin, then his jaw, then his neck, then his chest and arms and hands. I knew he loved it, because he’d sit with his eyes closed every time and essentially let me kiss him to sleep, it was quite adorable actually.

“M’serious baby. Never again, ok?” I said softly when I finished, laying comfortably on his chest with my cheek mushed against it and he took a deep breath. “Never again”

After things had calmed down a bit, we both ate, Carmy had a shower, we were laid in bed and I was stroking his hair gently, my sound machine already playing rain noise but I knew he wasn’t asleep. His hands were busy rolling and unrolling my pajama shirt hem between his fingers as I was sure his mind was racing.

“Why are you doing this, Carm. At work. What’s up, baby. Why are you changing so much stuff in the restaurant?” I asked and he stopped, his tattooed hand coming around my hip and squeezing gently.

“Baby I don’t wanna talk about this. I’m doing it because I have to, ok?” He said and rubbed my hip with his thumb gently.

“Sydney is going to quit if you keep talking to her that way. And then what is this for, Carmen.” I said boldly, my hand steadying on his head

“I’m teaching her” he said shortly.

“You’re treating her how that dick treated you.” I said and he tuts, taking a deep breath.

“Babe I’ve not even told you half of the shit that fuckface said, and trust me I’d expect Syd would stab me how she did Richie if I said that shit to her. I didn’t tell her she should be dead. I didn’t stop the entire fucking kitchen and tell them that Syd was so stupid, and slow, that we need to wait so we can give her a second to catch up. I didn’t literally kick her ass for wasting ingredients. I’m teaching her. She’s gonna thank me, I’m making her better.” He nuzzled back into my stomach and closed his eyes once again, likely expecting me to just take it at that.

“Ahh. So that’s what your boss did, when he was doing all that. He made you better? You think screaming in your face that made you better.” I scoff lightly, annoyed he thought this was at all good “you know she’s my best friend - one of them- Syd is basically Sadie’s sister. Which makes us that close.”

“Well y’best friend chose a career path that’s hard sometimes, honey. I’m tired I worked 16 hours today” he laid down on his side, back to me and pulling open his bedside drawer, tugging out a box of sticker looking things and putting one on his arm. Nicotine patch.

“And when were you gonna say you stopped smoking?” I asked, still confused why he wouldn’t tell me something as big as that, Carmy told me he’s been smoking since he was 15- that was half his life at this point.

“Do you give a fuck? Thought you’d be happy if anything. Thanks for the support I guess” he laid on his stomach, tucking his arms under the pillow, still not facing me.

I chuckle dryly “the support. Yeah Carmy. You are the most supportive fucking person as of late.” I got comfortable on my side, back to him “see you tomorrow night I guess since you can’t even be bothered to wake me up for a kiss anymore.” I snip, crossing my arm over my chest and frowning.

“I literally do do you want me to start recording it? Y’fuckin half asleep why would you remember.” He scoffs “fuckin looking for a fight, swear to god” he muttered

“You’re being a real jerk right now.” I huff and he chuckled sarcastically

“Yes babe. I am a fucking jerk you knew this when we first started dating, you used to be into it that’s the funny thing”

“Yeah I was into it when it was the whole jerk to other people but super sweet to me, thing. Now you’re a jerk to literally everyone and it seems you especially like taking it out on me, someone you say you love.” I said and he huffed, annoyed as he rolled over on his back, extending his arm

“C’mere. I don’t wanna fight like this before bed, please baby. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be easier on Syd, there. Can you come lay now. And stop actin’ like this” he said and I turn around, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him, he motioned for me to get comfy on his chest so he could wrap me up in a hug and we could fall asleep.

“You’ll try, or you will.” I said and he did one of those fed up slow blink sighs.

“I will be more lenient with Syd’s fuck ups, even if I’ve shown her 50 times how to do it right and she’s still rushing it.” He said and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my temple firmly “can we sleep now?” he murmured against my skin.

“Yes, we can sleep now” I gave in, knowing that I wasn’t going to get a better answer out of him until he’d at least had some sleep. I made it a point, though, when the sound of the shower woke me that I was going to get up and make him a coffee and some breakfast before work and hopefully we would get to spend some time together before he left.

I made us both some scrambled eggs and toast, making sure to put his coffee in his favorite travel mug I’d gotten him last Christmas and adding a bit of cinnamon for him as well. I heard the water cut off just as I was setting the table and finishing making my own latte, and when the bathroom door opened, and he saw the bed had been made- he called out a confused

“Babe? Y’up?”

“In the kitchen” I called back, putting my creamer back in the fridge and mixing up my iced latte I’d made for myself. He came in, towel hanging low on his hips and another around his neck since he hated the feeling of his hair dripping on his skin. It was truly a mouthwatering sight. “Morning handsome” I said and greeted him with a sweet kiss and handing over his mug.

“Morning babe- it’s…fuckin early- Y’don’t need to be up f’work until 8” he pats my bum gently “you made food?” He looked at the table and I nod happily

“Yeah! I figured we could have breakfast together, right? Before you have to go to work..you don’t always have to be so early bear - you guys open at like 5!” I rub his chest gently and kissed his now soft stubble free jaw, he’d been very diligent as of late of shaving his face - sometimes twice a day. I sort of missed his stubble.

“Yeah but I make the menu, honey. And I have to make a list of what I want Tina to get at the farmers market. I have to make sure everything is clean, I have to accept the meat delivery. And the dairy delivery. Someone’s gotta do it- but thank you, could you do me a big favor and slap it in a Togo for me? One of the plastic ones from the cabinet over the microwave that’s gonna be great to eat at work babe” he kissed the top of my head and headed back off to the bedroom to get dressed, leaving me stood alone in the kitchen again.

I wake up, before the fucking sun to spend time with him - I’m still brushed off.

“So we just don’t have sex anymore?” I call as I open the cabinet in search of the stupid fucking container he wanted me to put his breakfast in.

“What’s that mean?” He comes to the bedroom door as he put on his white shirt - “fuckin shit I forgot to switch over my whites! Fuuuuck” he runs over to the washer and dryer in nothing but his boxers and plain white shirt, opening it and smelling them to asses if he could just throw them in the dryer “fuck!” He exclaims “fuckin fuck fuck” he said annoyed and pours in another cup of detergent, slamming the lid shut and setting it to a quick cycle

“It means-“ I stop when he rushed past me, shaking my head and realizing he had completely stopped listening, anyway. “You can ask for help sometimes, you know that right?” I said and he shook his head annoyed, going back to the bedroom to grab his jeans

“You can’t help me babe. Thanks for the coffee but I gotta go over to mine to grab my spare whites- oh- you can help with somethin’ actually, can you just throw those in the dryer when you get back up? Love you” he gave me a quick peck on the cheek, grabbing the container of food and his travel mug of coffee and dashing out the door.

I sighed, giving a defeated “yup” and watching him leave. I sit down at the kitchen table, eating my lukewarm breakfast in silence as I think over the events of the morning. It could have gone so much differently if he just took a second. There was a fleeting thought in my mind when he got out of the shower that we could eat together and then have slow, passionate morning sex. The kind that he would mumble

I fuckin love you, baby- you know how much I fuckin love you, right?

You’re everything to me, my whole fucking world Angel.

You’re my peace baby, my home, my relaxation - I couldn’t ever go without you now that I have you, y’mine princess. Forever

Into the crook of my neck as he lazily thrusted in and out of me, his words and my mumbled praise and agreements with his words bringing us to the throes of pleasure more then the short rolling of his hips. It had been weeks since we’d done that, and it would always bring us so much closer after we did. It was what we needed, right now. Especially right now, it felt like we were worlds apart and I would do anything to bring us back together.

I pouted a bit, realizing just how much I missed him in that way, craving the closeness and the praise and the pleasure. I went ahead and opened our text thread, staring at the last which was the photo of his things in garbage bags we took about an hour putting away last night and I sigh softly. I type out a few versions of what I wanted to say, before settling on

I miss having sex with you, Carmy. Can we please try and make time tonight?

And sent it. It wasn’t the usual text someone would send or receive before 6 am, but Carmen and I had a tendency to not do things in classic or traditional ways. I see the type bubble pop up, then go away, then pop up a few times before I got a response of

Baby I’m pretty busy today but I’ll try to see if I can find time maybe next week. I miss you too, my best girl 🖤

I shook my head, sighing and pushing away my now empty plate. Feeling frustrated and horny and pissed off. What happened to the Carmy that would no matter how tired he was, get under the covers and eat me until I was a trembling mess and ask for nothing in reply, but give in to my begging him to fuck me cause of how good he made me feel. That man, I wanted that man. I was coming to the realization that not having sex was getting to me.

I send another text,

Or you could come home for lunch and fuck me like you know we both need. Or does the big, mean boss man not get a lunch break?

I bit my lip, petty - yes. But if riling him up to the point he has to come home and pound me from behind while rambling about how I’m such a pretty distraction and how could he ever say no to this pretty cunt was what I needed to do to get him inside me again, I would do it. He also needs it, he’s way too wound up.

It wasn’t long before I got a reply

Being needy and filthy over text isn’t gonna clear my schedule, pretty girl. I know you have toys why don’t you go put them to use and tell me how good you can make yourself feel, I know you can baby.

I furrow my brow, frowning and just reacting to the message with a thumbs down. Asshole.

I washed the dishes and switched over his whites to the dryer and go to bed for a few more hours before I would need to get up and get ready for my shift at the library. I listened to Taylor of course while getting ready, still in the process of memorizing the lyrics to her new album. I wished we could have gotten more time to listen to it together, but he doesn’t even have time to sleep it seems anymore, or have sex, or do anything that isn’t directly related to the restaurant.

It was getting exhausting just to even witness. It nearly felt like I was single again, and Carmy just lived here and kissed me sometimes when he felt he needed kissing. It’s almost as if he’d fallen out of love with me and in love with the bear and its success. I didn’t know what Nat meant by Cicero cutting them off - I figured that would probably have something to do with it. I leaned into the mirror, observing my freckles around my nose.

What if he realized you aren’t pretty enough for him?

I shook the thought out of my mind, going back to doing my eyeliner and telling myself I had to make an extra therapy appointment for this week, because the last time I felt like this was before I met Sadie and was all alone out here after Chris died. I finished up getting ready, giving Sephy extra love and snuggles per usual after she ate and then I headed to work.

When I got on the L, funny enough I bumped into one of my favorite people. “Is that Syd the Chef Kid?” I plop next to her and her face brightens with her classic Syd Smile.

“Pooh! What’s up carrot top, headed to the library?” She asked, popping her AirPod out so we could talk.

“Yup! How about you, shouldn’t you be getting your ass chewed out by my ever patient boyfriend?” I said sarcastically, sitting back and sighing a bit as the train pulled off again.

“I should…” she looks down “but uh. I took some time, this morning. You remember where Carmy used to work, Ever?” She asked and looked back over, I nodded a bit and she continued “well- it’s closing, and one of the chefs wanted to uh..talk. About an opportunity- please don’t tell Carmy I’m just going to hear him out and I-“

I cut her off “Sydney- that’s fucking awesome!” I giggle happily and hug her “what the hell- of course I won’t tell Carmy, but that’s like totally awesome! Right? You want to go different places in the cooking industry, that’s how you meet people, like Carmy did. You're so gonna get it if its a job offer” I told her. She looked a bit…surprised that I seemed excited about this, which kind of burnt a bit.

“You don’t- you like.. wouldn’t be mad? If I left? Cause then Carmy would be all… y’know- Carmy. When he’s trying to find a new right hand, and-“

“Syd. I can handle Carmen, trust me. If anything he would be sad but he would be so proud of you too I bet!” I hugged her “just- don’t tell him until you make a decision- ok?” I told her and she nods, smiling a bit thankfully.

“Yeah, for sure. He sent me this..partnership thing I’m not sure I wanna sign yet…At least until I explore my options” she said and I nodded, grabbing her hand and bringing it to my lips, kissing it gently

“Syd- do what is good for you! Ok? I can handle Carmy, he’s…he’s really regimented? And yes, you leaving will throw off his routine but I can talk him down from freaking out. I’m sorry you even have to deal with his behavior, most the time I wonder why I do- but…it doesn’t even matter! This is about you babe! Let’s go celebrate - let’s go to smart bar tonight and fucking party! Cause tomorrow’s your day off, right, you me and Sadie! We’ll get fucked up. We deserve it. And Charli just put out a new album!” I grabbed her hand “you deserve it, Syd. Let’s go! Cmon. Let’s go have fun Carmy has been such a dick lately!” I said and she laughed, her head falling back.

“God. I wish you could hear yourself, Win. Yeah. Carm has been such a dick. He doesn’t deserve you. But uh- I guess sure. Can Marcus come? He’s been bugging about going out” she said and I nod happily and clap.

“Syd!!!!!! Fuck oh my god I’m so excited!” I giggle “pregame at yours! Sadie is so coming. Fuck Mitch I hate that prick but he’s probably gonna be there. And - oh your boyfriend?” I said and she shook her head

“He said - it doesn’t matter. We’re not together. It’s fine. Let’s have fun, right?” She asked as we pulled at my stop. I nodded and got up, kissing her cheek quick

“Text me- I’ll be at yours after I get off work. I’ll wear that dress I lent you! If Carmy is a dick about you being late tell him I said to go pound sand!” I call as I got off, quickly heading to work since I was already late.

The day went extra slow, since of course I was excited for after work. I got home earlier then Carmy of course, because why would he ever make an effort to see me? And took a quick shower, packing my makeup and hair things, as well as a few bottles of alcohol before ubering to Syd’s.

When I got there- Sadie, Marcus, as well as some very handsome tall British man was In her kitchen. “Hey bitches” I said and they turned

“shortstack!” Marcus said happily and I giggle. The pretty blonde male and I meet eyes.

“Hi there” he said and oh - oh…he’s British? Mm. Hmm. Interesting.

“Hey” I said shut and shut the door behind me “like vodka?” I asked , and the way he looked at me made me feel we were the only 2 In the room.

“I’m a tequila guy, but vodka does it.” He smiled a bit, and his pretty perfect teeth made me nearly weak at the knees.

You aren’t single, just angry at your boyfriend. Behave, Winnie.

I giggled in a way that I hoped I would read as friendly, and gently nudge his shoulder-

Fuck. This guy is pure muscle, I’m sure his stamina is absolutely insane - Winnie! You are not single!! Stop being a perv about this pretty British chef …

But he’s so pretty

Winnie! Stop! Stop. Do you need to go home? You are taken. No matter how kind, and sociable, and funny, and fit, and muscular, and tall, and -

Winnie!!!!!!

I looked back at Syd, a fake smile on my face, as I clutched my phone, avoiding the tall, sexy Brit to my right that had such a sweet laugh and I’m sure a huge dick

Winnow!!!

I couldn’t be more ashamed of where my mind wandered if I tried. I phone, avoiding his pretty blue green eyes - Jesus ! Why do all these men around Carm need to have the prettiest eyes!!!

“This is Luca” syd said, taking my tote full of bottles of alcohol, and starting to load them in the freezer. “He’s here because he worked with Carm at Ever- Richie introduced us, cause he went to check up on Jess after they said it was closing and this guy was hanging around like a dingleberry” she teased and he chucked, his eyes crinkling adorably.

Fuck, he’s cute. And tall as fuck.

“I’m Luca- nice to meet you uhh-“

“Winnie. Winnow- call me Winnie, though.” I shook his soft hand, blushing when he brought it to his lips and kissed my manicured fingers kindly.

“Well, Winnie, you look beautiful. Would you like me to make you a drink? You’ve brought quite the selection here” he squeezed my hand kindly before letting it go carefully and motioning to the selection of mixers Syd had set out.

It had been - well- since Carmy had stopped caring to woo me, really since the last time someone had cared to flatter me so openly, so I shrugged and smiled. Blushing at the compliment and offering my thanks.

“Yes, Chef Luca. Thank you” I squeeze his muscular bicep gently and Syd gives me the wiggle ‘get it’ brows as I sit down at the island. I rolled my eyes playfully, if anything she should be flirting with him.

“Where are you from?” He asked as he grabbed a glass, filling it with ice and putting a shot of vodka before a shot of lime and I smiled a bit

“Rochester New York. You’re from somewhere in England, right?” I asked and he chuckled a bit as he shook the drink together

“Right. London. You’re uh- you’re Carmen’s girlfriend isn’t that right” he poured the drink in a glass and handed it over. I nodded, looking down into the drink.

“That I am” I said quietly. I never knew these days what would come after someone saying that, he’s an ass, or he’s a genius or he is the best in the world. I was ready for the unfortunate embarrassing ladder of “he’s an asshole” but instead, I got

“How in the hell do you keep up with that guy? What’s he feeding you?” He joked, causing me to laugh a bit and sip my drink.

“Uh- I guess a lot of patience and love.” I said and Syd and I gave eachother a long glance.

“Where is he by the way? He hiding from me or somethin yea?” He chuckled and I smiled, laughing to match the mood and Marcus thankfully interjects

“Carmen doesn’t do clubs. You should know that” he nudged Luca gently and he huffed a laugh

“I guess- yeah. Makes sense” he said, and it clicked all the sudden.

“Holy shit” I whisper, staring at him and they all looked at me confused, staring at me silently.

“What- what you fucking weirdo” Syd nudges me and I nod towards Luca

“Him- him- that’s who…he like- you” I stared at him again and he furrowed his brow as he looks at me confused

“Who what?” He asked and put his cup down

“Carmy - you? Why? What about you what are you good at what did you beat him at?” I asked curiously and put my cup down as well “he still talks about you- what did you do better? It still haunts him “ I laugh a bit “how did you beat him out, all the time. he…he worships you in a way” I said and he cackled a laugh, nudging Marcus

“I like her! That’s funny darling. Uh- nothing. I just can ride his ass constantly but can never get ahead. Carmen is …. Something. I don’t know how he possibly manages, but -“

“He doesn’t sleep, or eat.” I said truthfully and shrug, and with the bluntness of my voice he just raised his eyebrows, eyes flicking from me to Syd to Marcus and back to me.

“Doesn’t sleep” he repeats and I nod, shrugging again

“Rarely- empire. You know that place?” I asked and he nods carefully and I nod as well “yeah. That place. He wants the bear, to be better. That’s what he keeps saying. So, he can’t. He says he has no time -“

“Does he know who that place is run by?” He asked

“His old Boss” Syd said. And I look over to her to see her looking back at me carefully and I nodded

“Hates that guy. Never work for that guy, Luca he’s a jerk” I told him and he chuckled, nodding

“Yes. That is pretty well known, that’s actually something he’s known for. No one really knows how Fields manages…he seems to be-“

“A robot” I finish for him and he nods

“So- when you say he doesn’t sleep does he-“

“Maybe 2 hours a night. I’ve been telling him he’s gonna give himself a stroke - he doesn’t care. He gets up and four and passes out at 2:30. Sometimes, well- a lot of times he has to sleep until 5 and I keep snoozing his alarms cause he’s so dead to the world he doesn’t even hear them but he wakes usually at 5” I nod “and when he comes home he keeps working, he’s had to buy 3 new sets of porcelain since they’re working for their star or whatever he keeps smashing them. My cat is starting to actively dislike him and his outbursts.” I explained. He motioned to Syd and she looked to him

“A star. Why the hell would you want one- weren’t we just talking about it? How it’s impossible to keep” He asked and she shrugged

“I said that too but Carmy said it’s what I wanted and I told him we didn’t have to but he insisted..”

“How did that thing go, Syd” I look at her and she shakes her head quickly to tell me to stop

“What thing?” Marcus asks “you had a thing?” He nudges her and she flashes a small smile, looking into her drink

“Girl thing- it’s nothing.” She lied and shrugged “let’s do shots! Luca you’ve done a proper tequila shot right?” She turned to the freezer and he laughed a bit

“Yes, Sydney we have limes and salt in England” he said, and I hopped off the counter to help her.

“Do you think Carmy hates him because he’s tall?” I asked her, my first drink already making me more honest and this leads Marcus and Syd to both crack up laughing

“Yo he would be piiissed if he heard her right now” Marcus laughs and I giggled

“It’s true!! Luca my boyfriend must be jealous of your height” I said and he laughed as well, shaking his head

“You are something. I’m seeing here how you and him work. You give em a run for his money I’m guessing” he said and I shrugged, grinning a bit.

“He said that was you. That working with you made him more motivated because for the first time since culinary school he felt someone could have beat him, so he had to learn how to be better and make it look easy so you panicked and he said it worked- also you have funny eyebrows I love them” I giggled and Syd sets a shot in front of each of us

“And you are very talkative, I see who’s the extrovert for your relationship” he joked “also, thank you? I think? I’ve been told” he smiled a bit and Syd put down the plate of cut lime slices.

“Hands” she said and I offered her my hand while Luca said

“With what?” And her, Luca, and Marcus stared at eachother for a moment before they cracked up

“Dude” she said and shook her head “give me your hand, idiot” she joked, taking his hand and he smiled adorably, cheeks painted a cute shade of pink and -

Holy shit. He totally likes her. He wants her!

“Syd I have to pee- also get my face on. Are you coming?” I said and took my shot quickly, licking the back of my hand and biting my wedge of lime “sure” she said and took her, dragging her by her sleeve to the bathroom and shutting the door

“Okay - uh- what’s up?” She said as I shut the toilet lid and sat

“He wants you” I said and she raised her brows, clearly confused

“Marcus? I already told you I’m not-“

“Luca. Sexy tall British man? Looks like he should be in vogue? Yeah, that he. And he totally wants your ass! You have to fuck him and tell me if he’s-“ she quickly covered my mouth, laughing as she shushes me

“Jesus! Winnie! You are loud!!” She said and I giggled

“Okay well- tell me if he’s hung” I told her quieter when she took her hand off and she shook her head, giggling and flushing the toilet behind me to make it sound like we didn’t just come in here to gossip.

“Yeah we’ll see about that, I think 3 shots is enough for you.” She teased. I got ready quickly, changing into the little black dress I had borrowed to Syd a while ago that seemed to fit much snugger now that Carmy had been feeding me so well.

When I opened the door and made my way back to see the guys and Syd talking about some candy dessert thing that Luca had been working on and I grab my phone their conversation having brought something to mind

“Syd- can we make this sometime? Carmy is too busy” I showed her the candied fruit with the yummy looking crunchy coating on it. She frowned a bit, shrugging

“Yes of course we can- but why would Carmy be too busy? Is he acting like that to you all the time, win?” She asked and I shook my head.

“Not yelling- just…not paying attention at least not like he used to. I think we’re going through a dry spell, ya know?” I shrug and sip on my mixed drink I still hadn’t finished.

“A dry spell?” She chuckles “what are you- 55?” I blushed and shrug

“Lets just go out! Ok! Fuck him he didn’t wanna come so let’s not talk about him. Let’s have fun something he doesn’t know how to do” I said and ordered the Uber for us on the app.

By the time we got to the club, I had found that Luca is very funny, and also very fun- and he also didn’t have a bad taste in music. I could see why Carmy was jealous of him back when they used to work together, even though he physically leaves little to be jealous of at all, but I knew he didn’t give a shit about what was going on in other people’s heads. At least, he didn’t think about it too often since he was so lost in his own.

“What are we drinking?” Marcus asks as we head in “I got first round” he added and we all piped up then, causing him to roll his eyes playfully “funny, everyone can make a decision when a wallet comes out. I’ll be back” he said and made his way up to the bar after he got our orders.

“I’m gonna be right back” I told Syd and squeezed her arm, making my way around the room until I found someone who looked like they sold.

“Hiii!” I said kindly and showed them the 50 I had folded in my hand “got something?” I asked and she nods

“Need an 8?” She replied and I nodded, grabbing the bag when she went to ‘shake my hand’ and she took the money.

“Been a pleasure, have a good night” I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, tightly rolling up a single I had and doing a line off the back of the sink before putting the little baggie in my bra and giggling as I feel the warm rush of relaxation and confidence wash over me. I hadn’t been able to party like this since before Carmy and I started dating.

It didn’t make him the happiest to know that I previously dabbled in drugs, but I only did it sometimes, very rarely. Plus, what does Carmen know about a party? Nothing. So his opinion on this specific matter holds no water. I wiped off the bottom of my nose and fixed my lipgloss before making my way back out to the group. “Let’s dance bitches!!” I said excitedly pulling Syd l and Sadie with me to the dance floor and Marcus and luca followed suit .

I didn’t get back home until around 3 head pounding from the comedown and a cracked phone screen, I wasn’t even really sure how that happened. Luca had to carry me up the stairs because I kept stumbling and he handled his liquor far better then I did. I also found that he was a fabulous dancing partner. “Gnight !! Sexy British chef dude I’ll see youuuuu-“ I point, looking up at him “when that thing”

“The Ever funeral dinner, yes darling. Now you should go get some rest yeah? Where are your keys?” He asked and I shrug, leaning against the door “dunno. Carmy should maybe be home” I said and knock on the door “Carmy!!” I call through the door and knock again and heard shuffling and the door opened

“Where the fuck have you been baby-“ he pulled me into a hug, shutting the door

“Hey !! Don’t be rude didn’t you even say hey!” I said and he looks at me confused

“How much have you had to drink, say hey to who you? Hey. Now why do you look high” he grabs my face, observing my blown out wide pupils

“Say hi to Luca your frienddd. Bye Luca!!” I call through the door not having realized he snuck away since he didn’t want to deal with Carmen questioning why he was holding up his girlfriend who was so inibreated she could barely stand and was high as a kite on south side coke.

” N’yeah Cause m’high” I yawn “kinda. Think I have a little left though m’saving it.” I said without thinking and head off to the bedroom, shedding my shoes and dress in a trail behind me as I go

“High on what” he followed and I lay down, not even really listening anymore, the only thing filling my mind was that I was overstimulated and exhausted.

“M‘not high” I lie after a few moments when I realize what he said and rolled on my stomach, getting comfy under the covers.

“Winnie what did you do?” He comes over, sitting down next to me and rubbing my back lightly “what did you take, baby. Tell me” he said and I look up at him

“Alcohol” I said and he nodded

“And?” He urges me to continue and I shake my head.

“Do I have to look through your shit babe, really” he huffs and rubs his face “I don’t have fucking time Winnie!” He said frustratedly.

And that was when I snapped, I couldn’t find where he got off, judging me and what I did at parties. Especially when he could hardly give a fuck about what I was doing, apparently unless I was waiting at home for him like a sad puppy, just for him to shower and collapse next to me with nothing but a “g’night hun’”

“Can you leave me the fuck alone? Jesus Christ Carmen! It doesn’t fucking matter. I bought an 8th of coke and did a few fucking lines! Are you happy? Now can I go to bed? because I’m fucking human and need sleep. I know That concept is foreign to you. Get out of my face what did you say yesterday? Oh- I don’t need the bullshit. Go to work or something.” I snap, over tired, over hungry, and with a now what was turning into a migraine “bad enough I’m gonna have to fuckin babysit you at that dinner Friday” I mumble and he got up, heading back to the kitchen for which I was grateful, but not without a muttered ‘what the fuck ever.’ Act like an asshole, get treated like an asshole would be my behavior going forward. If he wanted to play ball, so can I.

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡ ⋙

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Until This is Over

a/n: It’s cocky Jake. Of course it is.

word count: 10k+ I do not know when to shut up.

pairing: Jake x female!reader

summary: He’s used to getting what he wants, you couldn’t be less interested. A potential one night stand turns into... something else?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, drinking, graphic sexual content, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected penetrative sex (they’re responsible!), very light katoptronophilia (mirror kink), no other specific kinks I can think of but for sure a struggle for dominance, sorry if I missed anything!

update: read part 2 here

Jesus it’s hot in here.

Wait.

This is… not my room. Hmm, not my sheets, definitely not my pillow. This pillow is terrible. And who the fuck is… he?

Eyes barely cracked open, lids contending with the sunlight streaming in through an offensively large window, you turn your head slowly towards the sleeping figure beside you.

Well, he’s good-looking at least. Pretty, even. You continue to examine his resting features as you try to recall his name.

Jason? Jack. No… Jake? Jake! That’s right, he’d introduced himself as Jacob but said I could call him Jake, or “Sir”. Cocky shit.

Other memories return as you let your gaze wander over his naked? Yep, definitely naked, body. The sheets are pushed low across his hips as he slumbers on, laid flat on his back with a hand resting on his chest and the other raised up and nestled under his head. His dark hair is long and splayed out across his pillow.

Not my type at all.

You do remember meeting him last night. A local sort of up-and-coming bluesy band had been playing at your regular hangout. You hadn’t shown up for live music but found yourself watching, enjoying and swaying along with it as you sipped the remnants of your drink. A little zoned out in your own world, he’d interrupted an otherwise pleasant moment by leaning in close and speaking over the music.

“These guys are fantastic, don’t you think?”

Ugh. Not even a “hi, sorry to bother you”. You’d offered up only a tight-lipped smile and a nod of your head that you’d hoped expressed “please leave me alone.”

As you allow yourself to continue analyzing the man whose bed you’re currently occupying, you realize he’s the source of the unbearable heat that woke you. He clearly runs warm and you wonder how he can stand it. You want to throw the blanket off of your body but you've also realized that you too are completely nude. Ahh shit, how do I get out of here?

Shifting slowly, hoping he won’t even wake up, you sit up and grip the sheets to your chest as you scan the room for any sign of your clothes. You’re taking in a visual inventory of your jeans balled up on the floor next to the bed, your shirt flung across the top of the dresser, and your bra hanging around the neck of an acoustic guitar sitting in a stand in the corner. Great, he’s a musician… Where are my fucking underwear? You’re considering abandoning them, scooping up the rest of your items and bolting out of the bedroom door to the nearest room without him in it, when he stirs. You’re holding your breath as he starts to speak.

“Mm morning beautiful,” he almost croaks out, his voice heavy with sleep. “You running out on me already? What if I was a world-class chef and you missed out on the best breakfast of your life?”

Still a cocky shit. His morning voice is deep and unfortunately for you, kind of sexy.

“I have shit to do today, and I’m not convinced that I meant for this little sleepover to happen in the first place,” you lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. You’re free as a bird today, and you wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t wanted to be, but you’re sure you’ve gotten whatever you felt you needed from him and it’s time to go. “Can you just like, roll over or something so I can grab all my shit? Where’s your bathroom?”

“Babe, I saw it all last night, what’s the prob-“

“Don’t call me ‘babe’.”

“Okayyyy, sorry Y/N,” he emphasizes your first name, because he apparently lives to annoy you. “You know, you didn’t mind it last night. You loved it, in fact. Practically melted into a puddle and did anything I asked when I called you-“

“Bullshit. I may have been a little drunk but I remember it just fine. What I’m not sure of is why I decided to fuck you.”

Last Night

“These guys are fantastic, don’t you think?”

Your non-verbal response did nothing to deter him.

“I heard they were playing here tonight and changed my plans, this isn’t one of my usual spots. My name’s Jacob, you can call me Jake. Or ‘Sir’…” he loudly rambled out an explanation and introduction you hadn’t asked for. The smug look on his face screams “the ladies love me, this shit works every time.” You hate it.

“Well Jake, this has been thoroughly riveting but I need another drink and at least twenty feet of space from you. Have a good one.” You catch the completely gobsmacked look on his face just before you turn away from him and saunter your way through the decent crowd of people and toward the bar. His eyes are still on you, you can feel them, so you add a sway to your hips as you walk.

To his credit, he does remain where you left him and watches you leave. For about six seconds.

Jake Kiszka is not one to pursue the affections of a beautiful woman. He doesn’t have to. They’re drawn to him like a lighthouse, a beacon calling weary sailors to shore. They need him, he is the destination. Tonight though, you had called to him like a siren. Standing alone, feeling the music, he’d felt an unexplainable urge to know you. He’s pissed that you turned his conversation down so easily. And so, he follows.

You could positively scream when he appears once again at your side. On a heavy sigh paired with a dramatic roll of your eyes, you spit out, “Can I help you?”

“Let me buy you a drink. What are you having?”

He’s serious. Turning your body to face him for the first time, you actually take in his appearance. He’s kind of short, definitely a tiny bit shorter than you in the chunky boots you’re wearing, his hair is long and rests over his shoulders that are covered by a black linen shirt being held closed by only two buttons fastened at his waist. A single silver pendant hangs on a necklace and rests on his bare chest. No, there’s no way he’s serious.

After scrutinizing his outfit choice you bring your eyes back up to his face. He is attractive, in almost a feminine way if not for the hair gracing his top lip. Oh his lips. They’re currently pursed at you in slight irritation, but the shape of them is intriguing. His cupid’s bow is defined, his mouth almost curls up at the corners. His bottom lip is full… it’s a nice mouth. The smirk that’s forming on it snaps you out of your reverie. How is he so full of himself?

“Are you going to leave me in peace if I accept a free drink?”

He has the audacity to chuckle, a raspy and pleasant sound that grates on your nerves anyway. “If you drink it with me, I’ll consider it. If that’s what you want.” He finds that he’s actually enjoying your resistance, it’s like a game that he’s never played but he’s interested in winning. Competitive and determined by nature, and fascinated with you by chance, he wants to see this through until the end.

This Morning

“What I’m not sure of is why I decided to fuck you.”

Jake laughs at you, a sort of deep rumbling sound still thick from sleep. “It took some convincing on my part, I don’t typically have to work so hard to get laid.” His eyelids are heavy as he looks up at you from his still reclined position against the pillows. “You’re kind of a hardass. Worth it though,” he’s wearing that smirk again. His confidence doesn’t waver under your glare and the smirk turns into a full fledged smile that almost takes your breath away. His teeth are straight and blindingly white, a little too close to perfect, and the way his lips curl up deeply is almost endearing.

He really is pretty.

“Hmm I’m so glad you had fun, cowboy. Can you close your eyes or something so I can get dressed? I’m two seconds away from pulling the sheets off of you for myself.”

“Go ahead, got nothing to hide. M’sure you wanna see me naked one last time before your Uber ride of shame.”

The back and forth is driving you crazy and not in a good way. Well, maybe a little bit good. You remember challenging him as much as you could the night before, and the way he let each jab roll off of him easily. He actually seemed to like it, taking your opposition to him in stride and pushing back a little harder each time you tried to shut him down.

Last Night

“So… what are we drinking?” He’s won this battle, or so he thinks. It seems like a free drink is a win for you, and the sooner you can suck it down the sooner he will leave your orbit.

“Vodka soda. With lime. Sir.” If you must be subjected to this moment with him, you may as well fuck with him. The nickname slides through your teeth with a thickly sarcastic emphasis. You’re making fun of him and his earlier attempt to grab your attention, which he picks up on but remains unaffected in the way you’d hoped. He likes it. A lot.

He moves to sit on the stool next to him, eyes motioning for you to do the same. Unbeknownst to you, he needs to sit to hide the evidence of the way you had affected him with your teasing. Your attitude is kind of turning him on, and the chase is giving him a rush. He’s having fun with it.

“A gorgeous woman with taste. Interesting.” He signals the bartender with his hand and orders two of the same. As your drinks are made, he looks a little too deeply into your eyes, making you shift in your seat in slight discomfort. Why is he so intense? “Are you going to tell me your name or do I have to force that out of you too?”

A laugh bubbles out of you as you realize how little you’ve really given him. He savors the sound of it, though it’s at his expense. “It’s Y/N, and you can call me Y/N and only Y/N until… whatever this is, is over.”

As far as he’s concerned, this is far from over and he’s sure he’ll be calling you any number of names before the night ends. Your drinks are placed in front of you and Jake nods his thanks to the bartender with a bright smile. You watch as her cheeks turn pink and she smiles back, flustered as she moves to the other end of the bar. It hits you, the realization that that is the reaction that he’s accustomed to. You’re suddenly sure that he’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. You’re not sure that you understand the appeal.

He notices how your eyes narrowed in the bartender’s direction, relishing the fact that you seem to despise the way she’d welcomed his brief attention. Wanted it. “No need to be jealous, Y/N. I don’t want her.”

You feel yourself sneer at him. “Can we get this over with? I’m bored, and entirely too sober.”

That same smile breaks across his face, this time directed at you. Your eyes roll again as you lift your drink to your lips, but he reaches a hand out to stop your movements, his fingers wrapping loosely around your wrist before you can take a sip. Oh hell no. Slowly, with a little effort and a lot of self control, you lower the drink to the bar top before moving your eyes from the hand still on your wrist, up to his face. He’s looking at you like he knows you want to hit him, and he loves it.

“Jake. Take your hand off-“

“Cheers?” He asks jovially, as if you hadn’t spoken at all. He does remove his hand to pick up his own drink and tips it slightly in your direction.

“Sure, whatever, cheers,” you mutter, completely over this entire interaction.

“To you, Y/N,” he continues again as if you’re not actively trying to make him hate you. “To the night, to a chance meeting, to fate-“

“EW, no, no thank you. Shut up and drink, Jake.” You bring your glass up again and take a long draw from your straw. There’s laughter in his eyes as he mimics your actions and drinks deeply. Determined to reach your goal of dismissing him, you keep sucking your straw and swallowing mouthfuls of the alcohol until you hear the sweet slurping sound that indicates your glass is empty. The two of you have maintained eye contact as you finished your drink and his eyes go wide as his lips release his own straw and hang open. Finally, he’s speechless. You’re pleased with yourself and with his reaction, the alcohol making you feel warm. The way he’s staring at you makes you warmer. No no no, now is not the time. His attention is suddenly desirable, and you’re irritated by the shift in your body’s own reaction to it.

A little breathless and very turned on, he doesn’t break eye contact as he speaks. “Doll, you are… really something.” He sets his drink down, still half full.

Reality slaps you in the face. “Do not call me that. Seriously.” Your defenses are up again. Why did he have to go and say that, when you were just considering being nice to him? You’ve gotta get away from this guy. “Ya know what, I have to pee. It was so great meeting you and all. Thanks for the drink. Please don’t be here when I get back.” You don’t have to pee, you’re giving him a chance to walk away from you without you having to watch him do it. Turning and hopping down from your stool, you refuse to let him reply and you move quickly toward the back of the room. If you had chanced a glance back in his direction, you would have seen that fucking smirk.

This Morning

“M’sure you wanna see me naked one last time before your Uber ride of shame.”

“OKAY, we’re done here. Thank you for what, I’m sure, was a delightful evening.” Throwing your legs over the side, you stand from the bed and pull the bedding off with you. An iron grip keeps a sheet wrapped tightly around your body as you begin to collect your clothes, gathering your jeans up and stepping toward the dresser for your shirt. A large mirror adorns the top of the dresser and in its reflection you catch sight of Jake, now sitting up against the headboard, unashamed of his nakedness. You watch for just a moment as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, and you allow your gaze to trail down the length of his body. His skin is tanned and glowing in the sunlight. Annoying. Your eyes keep moving, down his chest and past his stomach, which is slightly soft. You remember biting into it last night before you- okay keep it moving Y/N. Before you pull your eyes away from his reflection, you let them land on his dick.

It’s hard. Not fully, you can tell, but it definitely is.

“Like what you see?”

Shit. Your eyes snap to his face and meet his in the mirror. He wags his eyebrows at you.

“Hey…” he says softly. “Look at me?” He moves the leg closest to you, bending it at the knee and planting his foot on the mattress, hiding his semi-hard erection from view. You turn your body to look at him directly. “Don’t leave yet. Please?”

Last Night

With a snap decision, in an unprecedented move, Jake stands from his seat and walks swiftly in the direction you had just gone. He finds you in a back hallway, waiting behind another girl for the restroom to free up, looking down at your phone. He stops to study and appreciate your profile for a second, before moving in directly to your side and pushing you ahead of him down the short hall toward an emergency exit, one hand firmly on your back and the other gripping your upper arm.

“Jake what the fuck?!”

He doesn’t stop moving, reaching out to push the panic bar on the door and shoving you through it. Suddenly you’re both outside, the door slamming loudly behind him. You spin to face him and he plucks your phone from your hand and shoves it into his back pocket. He looks just as blindsided as you feel by the last thirty seconds.

“What. The actual. Fuck. Do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is dangerously low, you’re almost vibrating with rage. Dimly lit by a light perched high on the building above you, Jake can read it all over your face. He runs a hand over his before looking up and down the alley he’s maneuvered you both into.

“Look, Y/N I’m sorry about that. I really don’t know what I was thinking. I just… need to talk to you.”

“Are you gonna fucking murder me? What is this?” You can hear your volume rising, the look in his eyes is desperate and you don’t know him from Adam, don’t trust him for shit.

“God, no. No, I swear. Fuck.” He’s flustered now, thoughts jumbled, confidence lost. His next words are bouncing around his brain and he needs them to come out the way he wants. “Why don’t you want me?” God damnit. Smooth, idiot.

“You’re serious right now? You just manhandled me and pushed me into a bar alley because I DON’T WANT YOU? You’re ridiculous, I knew you were ridiculous from the moment you opened your arrogant mouth. And on top of that, you’re stupid! It almost worked, this little game you’ve been playing. I was this close to falling for it. The look on your pretty face when I finished my drink almost did it. Because you’d finally SHUT. UP.”

You’re out of breath when you finish, but anger has settled deep in your belly and it threatens to spark into a flame when his expression changes. It flips from distraught to sickeningly gratified right before your eyes.

“You think I have a pretty face.” It’s not a question. He heard what you said and he’s clinging to the words like a lifeline.

“You’re insufferable.”

Before you can process what’s happening, he’s manhandling you again. In an instant, his hands are balled into fists full of your t-shirt and you’re spun around. The cool bricks of the building are pressed into your back, and his entire body is pressed into your front. In the flurry of movement, you’ve brought your hands up to his chest. Nose to nose, he opens his mouth to speak again.

So quietly, you’re unsure if you even say it out loud, you cut him off. “No, shut up. Just do it.”

His lips are on yours immediately, so you know you must have spoken the words. They’re soft, as soft as they had looked under the bar lights, but they’re pressed so firmly to yours it almost hurts. You move your mouth against his to get him to ease up, and when he does kiss you properly you let out the tiniest hum of pleasure. When it hits his ears, he breaks away but stays close.

“Come back inside with me. Let me buy you another drink. Please,” he breathes out against your lips that are still tingling from his kiss.

“Fine.”

This Morning

“Don’t leave yet. Please?”

“Why?” You can’t help yourself. You’ve resisted him from the moment you met. With a sigh, you correct yourself. “Sorry, I just mean… what for? You wanna make me breakfast and play house? For what, Jake?”

“Jesus Y/N, give it a rest would you? Why don’t you get back in bed and let me fix your attitude.”

“Ah yes, I forgot how charming you are.”

“It worked last night,” he laughs when you scoff at him. “C’mon, I just want to get to know you better.”

“You don’t know me at all, pretty boy.”

“Not yet, doll. I’m trying though.”

Last Night

You allowed him to lead you back into the bar, though you did have to make your way around to the front and re-enter since the emergency exit door was locked from the outside. You also had to insist that he give your phone back, which he did but not before flashing it in front of your face to unlock it and rapidly entering his name and number into your contacts. Presumptuous of him. Once inside, you found your previous seats still empty and settled into them to order another round. “I need to catch up, never got to finish my last drink,” he looks at you pointedly, as if that was your fault.

Trying your hardest not to be combative, you simply smile at him innocently and keep your mouth shut.

One more drink turned to two, then into several. You found that he was a good conversationalist and didn’t talk endlessly about himself. He wanted to know about you, but you did learn a few things about him. He’s got two brothers and a sister, the former of which were actually seated in a booth on the other side of the bar. They’d all come to see the band you’d been enjoying earlier, though the set had long since been wrapped up. He’d sort of forgotten about the guys in his pursuit of you. Flattering, kind of. He pointed them out to you and your eyes found two men who both looked like him, in different ways. You briefly wonder if they’re also obnoxious egomaniacs. He mentions playing music but doesn’t go into detail, choosing instead to ask about your music tastes and paying close attention to your responses. You mention a band that he apparently is fond of, and he excitedly pulls out his phone to play one of their songs on the bar jukebox.

“Oh shit, I love this song Jake!” You’re feeling much more amiable after the drinks you’ve shared, and the sentence leaves your lips animatedly. He was enjoying your standoffish demeanor earlier, but he’s downright smitten with this version of you that he’s coaxed out.

“Dance with me!” You’re already off the stool and holding your hand out to him. Usually he’s not a dancer, but the alcohol and the subconscious pull to be near you have him grasping that hand and following you to the small dance floor without question. Upon hitting the floor though, he makes no move to dance, instead watching you happily bounce around. This is what drew him to you in the first place, the way you had been moving your body to the music earlier in the night, feeling it without a care for anyone or anything else in the room. He feels that draw now, and can’t resist pulling your body to his. You’re nose to nose again, his arms wrapped around you loosely, and you lift yours to wrap around the back of his neck. Swaying together, not dancing but barely shifting from side to side, you make the second move of the evening.

You place your lips gently against his at first, until you feel him tighten his hold on you. That’s all you need to encourage you to slip your tongue out and over his bottom lip, asking for more. He grants your wish and kisses you back with nearly unbridled enthusiasm for a lingering moment, until he hears whoops and whistles coming from the direction of the booth that contains his brothers.

Breaking apart with a shared laugh, you maintain your hold around his neck and keep him close. “Hey Jake…?”

“Yeah doll?” He lets the pet name slip and barely holds back a wince, thinking immediately that he’d fucked this up again.

The smile remains on your face however, and you bring yourself closer to him, to speak directly into his ear. “Do you wanna take me home?”

Um, fuck yes I do. “You wanna go home? I can call up a ride for you,” he starts, hoping he hasn’t misunderstood but giving you an out, if you want to take it.

“Noooo Jake, take me home.”

“Oh absolutely. Let me tell the guys real quick and settle up, we’ll be out of here in no time.” He steps away from you with a quick kiss to your forehead. That’s… sweet.

You stop by the restroom while he wraps things up with his brothers and the tab, and take a hard look at your face in the dingy mirror while you wash your hands. Your cheeks are a little flushed but the color looks good. You look happy. Do I like this guy? Maybe, I dunno. We’ll see. You dry your hands and decide you can at least let him show you a good time tonight, you’ll assess the rest in the morning.

“Ready to go Y/N? The car should be here in a minute,” Jake murmurs into your hair. You had returned to find him back at the bar, signing his receipt. He’d paid for all of your drinks, including the one you’d had before you met him. And the shot. And the chicken fingers. Okay, charmer. As soon as you’d sidled up next to him he’d wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“Ready, sir.”

God I can’t wait to tear into her. “Very funny, babe.” He also exaggerates the pet name, hoping to bring back a little of the feisty attitude you’d had at the commencement of the night.

“Ew, don’t call me that,” you scold him, but you’re laughing. He likes this side of you. You’re still a hardass but he thinks you’re stunning when you’re laughing at him.

“Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.”

The ride to his home is tense but fortunately brief. Your fingertips are itching to touch the bare skin of his chest as you let your eyes roam his features. You haven’t paid a bit of attention to your route, not your smartest decision, but you’re feeling needy and a little frantic by the time you reach your destination.

Upon entering Jake’s house, he kicks his shoes off so you do the same. Maybe he’s weird about that. He leads you through to the kitchen, flipping a light on here and there along the way. The house is spacious, the kitchen is huge. You wonder what he does for work, but figure that’s not really your business. Not yet. Maybe never. Once he’s near the fridge he turns and asks if you’d like water or anything else to drink.

“No, thank you though. Jake?”

He doesn’t respond with words, simply raises his eyebrows in question and smiles warmly.

“Are you gonna take me to bed or like, give me the grand tour or some shit?”

Chuckling lowly, he makes his way around the island to where you’re still standing at the entrance of the room. He reaches one hand out to your waist and the other up to cup your jaw, bringing your eyes to his and your body close. Your hips are touching each other’s.

“You wanna fuck me, doll?”

This is the first time he’s asked, the first time he’s said something even mildly crude to you. Heat rushes to your face and blood rushes elsewhere. This is good, he’s managed to turn you on, points for him.

Your eyes drop and zero in on his lips. You’ve only barely gotten to taste them and you’re hungry for more. “Ya know what, I think I do.”

“Thank God,” is the last thing you hear before his mouth is on yours in a frenzy. His hands both find their way to your face then back into your hair, pulling you as close to him as you can be, his lips and tongue moving against yours feverishly. You need to relieve that itch to feel his skin, so you bring your hands to his chest and flatten your palms there, fingers spread out underneath his shirt. It’s not enough, you want to see him too, so you move your hands up and outward to push the fabric off of his shoulders and down his arms.

Breaking the kiss, he pulls away from you and yanks his arms the rest of the way out of the sleeves and quickly unfastens the two buttons keeping the material on his body. The shirt falls to the tile and you take in his completely bare torso, aside from that silver pendant. He’s built a little sturdier than you would have assumed, overall he’s a slight guy, small. Not the type of man who would have ever caught your eye, but he’s wormed his way into your brain and right now he’s taken over all of your senses. You let yourself touch, dragging the tips of your fingers down the center of his chest until you skirt them over his stomach and feel it flex, letting them land at the waist of his well-worn jeans. You ease them under the material there and pull him forward to you again.

Tucking your face into his neck, you let yourself breathe in his scent. His skin is musky and masculine whereas his hair is almost… floral? Surprising. The combination is heady and intoxicating.

Turning your head down, you let your lips land on his skin for the first time, in the hollow where his neck meets his shoulder. The kisses you leave are wet and slightly open-mouthed and when you pull away you lick the taste of him from your lips. Enjoying the sort of salty flavor, you lean back in and let your tongue drag over the same spot.

Now you hear him, a small sound leaves his mouth, a needy whine. It rings in your ears and you feel it shoot straight to your core. Oh we both liked that. You lick the spot again then nip it with your teeth. This time the sound you hear is almost a growl, it rumbles through his chest and up his throat, and when it pushes past his lips you’re positive you’re about to spontaneously combust right here in his kitchen.

He pushes you away from him now, and you meet his eyes. They’re dark, his pupils wide and almost completely consuming the warm brown you’ve grown used to. He runs them across your face, taking in the pretty pink tint on your cheeks and the way your lips are parted to allow you to suck deep breaths into your lungs. He moves them down to your chest that’s heaving with those breaths, then lower, to your thighs that are pressed together.

“You want me bad, don’t you babe?”

Yes, idiot. “If you don’t take me somewhere and fuck me right now, I’m leaving.”

He knows you’re bluffing, but he worked hard to get you here. Harder than he’s ever had to before, shit he’s never had to work to get in a girl's pants in his life. But he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted someone as bad as he wants you wrapped around him, underneath him, moaning for him and screaming his name. Knowing, hoping and praying actually, that you’ll follow, he just nods his head and walks past you and out of the room.

Huffing in frustration, sexual and otherwise, you do as he’d hoped and turn to follow him down a short hall to a staircase that he’s already ascending. You continue to move in sync with him, a few steps behind, until you reach a landing where he flips a light on. You literally crash into him at the top of the stairs when he stops in his tracks.

“What the fu-“

Your words are stopped in their tracks now as you’re pushed hard against the nearest wall. The first time he did this to you flashes through your mind and you remember it as the moment you gave in to him. You know you’re about to do it again, give him whatever he wants to take. I swear to God he better be a good lay.

He’s got his forearm laid across your chest, keeping you pinned in place while his other hand is fumbling with the button on your jeans. His hair has fallen over his face as he looks down to where he’s now pulling your zipper open and you can’t help but reach up to push it away and tuck it back behind his ear. You notice strands of it are stuck to his neck, perspiration already forming there. His tongue is poking out between his lips in concentration as he finally, finally, presses his palm to your stomach and slides it down over your underwear and cups your pussy. Pressing into you with his fingers, he slides them against the damp silk.

The feeling of your arousal against his fingertips, and the relieving pressure of them where you need them most, cause you both to moan out into the limited space between you. You can feel his dick pushed against your thigh, his hips move almost unnoticeably to create friction there.

“Jake, please.”

“Mm please what, doll?” He’s dropping pet names left and right since you got here, but realizes you’re accepting them now. “Tell me what you want. You want me to touch you here?”

He adds more pressure, this time directly to your clit over your underwear, and moves his fingers in a tight circle a couple of times.

“Fuck yes, please. Inside, want them inside me.”

He responds by pulling his hand away completely, only to immediately move it down your stomach again, this time with his fingers nudging the fabric so he can slip it into your panties. He cups you again, skin to skin, and the feeling is electrifying. The arm across your chest lowers but he keeps you there with his body, his hips now working himself against you with more purpose. The hand that’s not buried in your pants grips your face under your chin, completely wrapped around your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks. He waits a beat until your eyes meet his.

“Keep your eyes open and on me, okay sugar?” That name is new but he likes the taste of it in his mouth. The way you nod your head and comply tells him you might like it too.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he drags two fingers through your wetness and teases them over your clit again before rubbing light circles into it directly. He watches your eyelids flutter and eyes roll back as the sweetest sound he’s ever heard floats from your mouth to his ears. “Open and on me,” he repeats lowly. You do as he asks and snap your eyes open wide as he moves his fingers through you again. Asking silent permission with a raise of an eyebrow, he sees yours raise in response. With that, he plunges one inside you to the last knuckle.

You clench around him instantly, and he pumps it in and out of you slowly, examining your facial expression. It’s already a little blissed out with the relief of finally being touched by him. He keeps moving his hand against you, the heel of his palm putting pressure on your clit as his finger slips easily in, out, in.

“More,” you choke out, “please, more Jake.” You’ve got a death grip on his biceps, nails digging into his skin there, and you’re struggling to maintain the eye contact he’s demanded.

The cocky smirk that you really hadn’t missed at all has returned to his face. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Want everything your way, all the time.”

“Fuck you,” you mean to spit the words out into his face, but instead they come out on a gasp as he curls his finger deep inside you.

“We’re getting there babe, have some patience.” He fulfills your request for more by pulling his finger from your cunt completely then pushing back into you with two, tucking them as far inside you as his hand will allow and curling them both forward.

“Yes yes, like that, just like that,” your hips have started moving of their own volition, rocking against his hand as his fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge you’re searching for.

Your eyes have squeezed shut as you chase your orgasm, but Jake uses the grip he still holds on your jaw to regain your attention. He shakes your head from side to side one quick time. “Eyes, doll. Open them. Look at me when you cum.”

“I will, I will, I’m close. Don’t stop.”

“Keep fucking yourself on my fingers. Cum for me Y/N. I need it, cum for me,” he’s demanding, or begging, you’re not sure but either way, it’s working. He presses the heel of his palm harder against your clit and your hips writhe, almost violently, pushing back like you’re fighting each other for your release. Suddenly, it snaps.

“FUCK Jaaaake, oh God!”

You do your best to keep your eyes open, you really do, but you’re cumming so hard on his hand that every part of your body has tensed, your cunt is squeezing his fingers tight but he doesn’t stop moving them. He slows his motions as you ride it out, and watches your face as curses and his name keep spilling from your lips.

That might be his new favorite song.

When your orgasm melts away from you, you release Jake’s arms and slump back against the wall. He’s dropped his hold on your face and brings that hand to hold you up at the waist.

His other hand is still hidden away down the front of your jeans, but he’s stopped moving it and eases his fingers from you slowly. As you work to regulate your breathing, he pulls his hand out of your pants and holds it up between your faces.

Smug bastard. The look on his face is infuriating but you just had one of the better orgasms you can remember in recent history, so you let it slide.

“That was pretty good,”

Nope, he’s still insufferable.

“But I think we can do better.” His fingers, still held in view, are shining in the light from overhead, clear evidence of just how good that had been for you. He slips them past his pompous lips and sucks hard, pulling them from his mouth with a pop.

“Huh. Who would’ve thought you’d be so sweet, with such a nasty attitude.” Your eyes roll so far back you think you know what your brain looks like. “C’mere, have a taste.”

He leans in and kisses you softly, affectionately, and you open your lips to him. When his tongue hits yours, you do faintly taste yourself on it and you find that you enjoy the flavor of yourself mixed with the flavor of him, his last drink and something else that’s really just him. He’s enjoying it too, his dick is rock hard and he’s moving his hips against yours again. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You gonna let me in, sugar? I need it, pretty bad,” he thrusts into you without force, just enough to let you know he’s getting desperate.

“Mm and you always get what you want, don’t you Jacob? Well, lead the way, let’s do this.”

Instead of turning to lead you through whichever door hides his bedroom, he bends, grips the backs of your thighs, and hoists you up from the floor and into his arms. You fling your arms around his neck, lock your ankles around his hips, and throw your head back and laugh.

The sound of it leaves him momentarily stunned, he’s looking up at you with a smile on your face so wide he can see all of your teeth, your throat exposed to him. You look joyful, he thinks you might be the prettiest thing he’s seen in a long time. Maybe ever.

You bring your face back down to his and he shakes out of his trance, his hair swaying with the motion of it. His smile matches yours and you stay like that for a moment, watching each other’s eyes as they’re crinkled at the corners.

He really is kind of beautiful.

“Take me to bed, babe.”

He turns you both away from the wall and moves toward the door at the end of the hall. “The difference between you and me, is that I love it when you call me that.” He pushes the door open with his foot. “Say it again.”

A few steps into the room, you drop from his arms but keep yours looped around his neck, fingers twirling through his hair. You lean in and run the tip of your tongue over the shell of his ear and feel him shiver. “I need you to get me naked, and fuck me. Now, babe.”

“As you wish.”

Your t-shirt is ripped over your head in an instant and tossed over his shoulder. Your jeans, still undone and hanging open from the hallway, are shoved down your legs. He helps you step out of them and you kick them away. Before he can continue, you reach forward and start to unbuckle his belt. He lets you do the work and watches, an amused quirk to his lips. You don’t bother pulling it out of the loops, instead you unbutton and unzip his jeans and push them off of his hips.

Oh. Shit.

His boxer briefs are snug, dark gray, and doing very little to hide his, much bigger than you were expecting, very hard cock.

“Surprised, doll?”

You giggle a little, but not at his expense. At your incorrect assumption. “You’re kind of a small guy. Not small everywhere, though huh?” Before he can offer up a retort, your hand is on it, palming him over the cotton. He reaches down and grips your wrist firmly, not wanting you to stop touching him too soon. He moves his hand to cover yours and together you squeeze him.

“Tell me you want that, you want me. I need to hear you say it,” the words come out a bit strangled.

“Haven’t I shown you that I do? Let me have it,” you purr.

He squeezes your hand again, effectively grabbing himself. “Fuck, Y/N… say it.”

You resist, just for a moment, because of course you do. You move closer to him, placing your free hand on his chest then looping a finger through and tugging on his necklace. Ghosting your lips over his, he puckers them for a kiss that you don’t offer. Against his mouth, you say quietly, but with conviction, “I want you Jake. I want you to fuck me with this big cock you’ve been hiding. Want you to ruin me.”

His hands move so quickly you don’t even see it happen, he’s spun you away from him and he’s pushing you toward the king size bed on the left side of the room. Once your knees hit the bed frame, you think he wants you to climb on but he stops you with a hand wrapped around your hip.

“Hands on the bed,” he says from behind you, face now at your ear, breathing into your hair.

He places his other palm to the center of your upper back and pushes you to bend over for him at the waist, palms flat on the bed. He takes in your form for a moment, admiring the way you’ve done what he wants. Reaching out again to your back, he runs the tip of his first finger down your spine slowly, skimming over the clasps of your bra, watching closely as your back arches and pushes your ass back into his hips. When his finger reaches your underwear, he draws it over the material lightly.

Your lingerie is a matching set, silky with lace trim. The only light in the room is coming from outside the door, left on in the hallway, but he tries to decipher the color. It’s dark, maybe a plum purple. No, aubergine. He likes the word, it scratches an itch in his brain.

“It’s interesting that you were hiding this pretty little set under jeans and a t-shirt, doll. Were you looking to get fucked tonight? Planning on going home with someone else?”

You don’t think he’s actually expecting a response, especially when he hooks his fingers under the lace at the sides of your panties and starts tugging them off of you.

“Mm maybe. Jealous?” you ask anyway as the material slips over the swell of your ass and slides down your thighs. He moves with them, crouching to kneel behind you, guiding them all the way down to your ankles and lifting each foot gently to free them. He lets them drop to the floor from his fingers, and when you shift your feet in anticipation you accidentally move them under the bed. You won’t know that until later, much later actually.

He runs his palms up the backs of your legs, from your calves to your thighs, and he squeezes the soft flesh there. The action spreads you open to him slightly, and he’s got a perfect view of your cunt, slick and almost dripping for him.

“What, exactly, would I have to be jealous of?”

You don’t realize he’s doing it until you feel his breath breeze over your sensitive skin, before he’s got his tongue on you. Your knees threaten to buckle in surprise but they’re pushed tight against the bed frame as he laps at you leisurely. It’s not enough to make you cum, and that’s not his goal. He just needed another taste. The feeling is pleasant though and you’re humming with it, he’s lost in it for a few moments as you’re pushing back against his mouth.

When he’s had his fill, he pulls away from you with a final lewd slurp as he sucks your arousal into his mouth. The sound should be offensive, but it has your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting him, ready for him. As he stands, he doesn’t bother to wipe you from his lips.

Without a word he moves from behind you and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself against the headboard, propped against the pillows. You haven’t moved from your bent pose and you make eye contact. He likes the way your hair has fallen forward over one shoulder, like a curtain or backdrop, putting your face on display for him.

“Well? Get over here.”

“Don’t command me, I’m not a dog,” you spit out, but your body is already answering his call, moving toward him without question. You find yourself crawling over him and straddling his lap. His still-covered dick pressed against your nakedness is almost overwhelming, a sigh slips from your lips in relief at the pressure of it. He’s hard and hot underneath you and you know he needs it as much as you do.

His hands have moved to grip the outsides of your thighs, and he leans up to capture your mouth with his. You kiss him back for a moment, tasting yourself on him again, and you can’t help but slip your tongue out and over his bottom lip. You move to trail kisses back, over his jaw, and down to the spot just below his ear. His grip gets tighter when you do so you stay there, pressing kisses and flicking your tongue over his skin. He moves your hips with his hands, grinding you down on him before you move down his body with your lips and tongue, kisses littering his chest and lower as you crawl backwards, leaving them over his stomach as well. His muscles flex and his skin jumps at the attention, and you can’t resist sucking it into your mouth and biting down. He hisses through gritted teeth. When you reach the waist and of his underwear you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Keep going, for the love of God keep going.”

You comply easily, tucking your fingertips under the elastic and tugging as he shifts to help you get them off of him. Once they’re past his knees he pulls you back up to his lap by your arms, kicking the briefs away and off the bed.

Nothing between you now, you feel the heat rolling off of his body in waves as you drag your pussy over him, hot skin to hot skin. You reach behind your own back to unclasp your bra, needing to be completely bared to him. Once you tug it down your arms you toss it away, but he watches as it lands looped around the neck of his acoustic guitar in the corner. The cocky smirk has returned, he drags his eyes away from the guitar and they land on your breasts.

“Don’t get too full of yourself yet, you’ve gotta earn it,” you have to knock him down a peg or two. “You’ve got condoms, right?”

“Do I seem like a man who’s unprepared, babe?”

Your eyes roll but you smile to yourself as he reaches across his body to dig into the drawer of his nightstand. You watch his skin stretch over his ribs as he shifts.

Returning to position, foil packet in hand, he looks up into your eyes. “You still wanna do this, right?”

“Ugh, give me that,” you snatch the condom from his fingers, tear the packet open between your teeth, and toss the foil aside. His dick is resting against his stomach between you, mostly untouched but leaking at the tip. “Hold it for me, babe.”

He does as you ask, gripping it in one hand at the base, and watches like a hawk as you place the condom over the tip and deftly roll it down over his length.

“That was so fucking hot, Jesus Christ. Kiss me?”

Leaning forward with your hands on his chest to place a kiss to his lips, you lift yourself to hover over his dick, still held firmly in his hand. He pushes his hips up slightly and rubs his head through you, sliding easily through the slick moisture there.

Against your mouth he mumbles, “Fuck me, sugar.” He’s lined up and ready for you so you kiss him again, mouths pushed together tight as you sink down around him an inch or two, his hands finding your thighs once again.

“Fucking hell Jake.” He’s big, and you were beyond prepped and ready for him, but the stretch is more than you were expecting. You rock your hips a few times, easing yourself down slowly.

“I know you can take it baby, you’re doing so good for me.” He’d been watching closely, eyes glued to where your bodies are connecting, but he throws his head back to the headboard and moans, deep and low in his throat when your cunt sucks him all the way in, to the hilt. “Fuuuck.”

You’re still leaned over him as you both adjust to the feeling of being locked together like this, with his head back, neck stretched out and calling to you, sweat beading up there. You move in and catch a drop on your tongue as it starts to run down the column of his throat. He whimpers, so quietly you thought you might have imagined it until he raises his face to yours and moves his hands back to your ass.

“Need you to fuck me, doll. You ready?”

You bite your lip and nod, already a little breathless, and he begins for you, lifting you up and watching himself retreat from your body. Before you can slide off of him completely, he jerks you back down to his hips.

“JAKE!”

That’s exactly what he wants to hear. He doesn’t stop moving your body, lifting and pulling you back to him, eating up all the dirty words rolling off your tongue, until you take over and start bouncing on your own. Once you do, his hands don’t leave you but he slides them back down to grip handfuls of the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You’re so fucking good baby, feel so good wrapped around me holy shit.” You’re rolling your hips over his now, his cock buried deep and your clit slipping against his pelvis on every forward roll.

You’re both shining with sweat now, you from exerting your muscles and him from apparently running unnaturally hot. The air in the room is thick with the humidity you’re creating, the sounds and scent of sex filling the space.

You call his name softly, panting for fresh air in your lungs. “Jake, Jake… make me cum. Wanna cum again… please…”

He delivers a sharp thrust of his hips up into you before leaning forward and bringing his chest to yours. Wrapping one arm under yours and around your back, gripping your hip with the other, you’re not exactly sure how he does it so smoothly but he’s got your positions reversed in seconds. Your back hits the mattress, head almost hanging off the corner at the foot of the bed and he’s immediately found a rhythm, fucking into you with deep strokes.

His eyes are on your face, watching it shift and contort as every few pumps into you, he hits exactly the right spot inside. His gaze is interrupted by movement he catches in his periphery, and when he lifts his head to look closer he realizes he’s watching himself. Forgot about that. Interesting.

“Y/N,” he grunts out on a forward stroke, “eyes open and on me.” His voice is calm and coaxes you to obey. The pendant of his necklace is swinging over you. “You wanna cum for me?”

You nod your head, feeling cock dumb and lost for words.

“You wanna watch?”

“Wha-?“

Your mouth doesn’t even form the entire word. He motions to you to lean your head back and look across the room. What you find there is an inverted reflection of your bodies in a full length floor mirror. Rolling your eyes back to him, you raise an eyebrow in question.

He chooses that moment to slam his hips into the back of your thighs.

“Seriously?!” It squeals out of you, high pitched and on one breath that he’s punched out of your lungs.

He pulls out of you and immediately you feel empty, emptier than you’ve ever felt, missing the fullness of him inside you. Before you can mourn the loss, he’s moving to roll you to your stomach. Okay we’re doing this. You finish the roll and shift to your hands and knees, your eyes finding each other’s in the mirror.

“Go ahead then, do it Jake.”

His grin is wild and devilish, and fuck if he doesn’t look absolutely sinful. His hair is damp, stuck to every inch of skin that it lays across. He doesn’t take his eyes off yours as he runs himself up through your folds and plunges back inside you, bottoming out and causing your body to lurch forward and a groan to push from your lips. Leaning over you, the skin of his chest hot and slick on your back, he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. You think that it’s kind of sweet, almost tender, until a hand slips up the front of your body and wraps around your throat.

Suddenly you’re both upright on your knees and he’s fucking up into you, pressed tight against your back. “Eyes on me babe, keep ‘em open,” he breathes directly into your ear as his other hand snakes down your stomach and tucks itself between your legs. He gathers wetness from where he’s moving inside you and brings his fingers up to press circles into your clit. Your hands fly back over your head, sink into his hair and hold tight.

“Yes yes yessssss Jake fuck, just like that, don’t stop!”

In the reflection of your bodies, moving together, all you can see is that cocky fucking smirk.

“Not stopping ‘til you’re falling apart all over my cock, not stopping after, never wanna leave this pussy.” His eye contact is intense, like it was earlier, at the bar. Before he even knew your name. And now he never wants to leave you? You know it’s his dick talking but it feels so so good.

“Keep talking, pretty boy, make me cum. I’m so close, keep talking!”

“I can feel you, sugar. Squeezing me, taking it all. You’re so good… So fucking good.” He punctuates the sentence by pulling his hand from your cunt, and bringing it back with a slap. Directly to your clit.

Your orgasm explodes, ripping through you from your core and spreading outward like wildfire.

Your body tries to double over on itself but Jake keeps you upright with the hand on your throat and fulfills his promise. He doesn’t stop fucking you, doesn’t even slow down, not until he feels your muscles relax and your body go limp.

“C’mere darlin’, I’ve got you.” He pulls out of you gently and shifts you both back to the top of the bed, laying you against his pillows. Your arms feel like jelly but you reach for him. He stays close, unsure if you want him to continue.

You’re smiling softly up at him, and he doesn’t really expect your next words.

“Would be a real waste if you didn’t finish what you started. Sir.”

That smile, the bright one, curling at the corners and showcasing all of his beautiful teeth, stretches across his lips.

“As you wish.”

He brings his body over yours, your legs open and he slides between them. He slips back inside you and you sigh in relief at the perfectly full feeling of it. You clench yourself around him, wrap your arms behind him and run your fingers over his back, encouraging him to move and reach his own ending.

“Kiss me. Cum for me.”

A hand finds itself cupping your cheek, his lips find their way to yours, and he moves inside you. It’s slow and saccharine, until it isn’t. He’s close, been close, and his body chases the release he needs quickly. You whisper words of motivation into his ear, the sound pushing him closer until he reaches that cliff, and with a final soft call of your name, he falls over it.

He lets his body come to rest on top of yours for a few moments and you trail your fingers up the sticky skin of his back, then twirl them through the damp strands of his hair. Once he’s able to move, he pushes off of you after a peck to your lips, and leaves the bed. You let your eyes close while he’s gone and when he returns, the condom has been disposed of and he’s carrying two bottles of water.

You sit up and he passes one to you. After a long drink, almost emptying the bottle, you cap it and set it on the bedside table.

He’s still standing at the side of the bed, eyeing you curiously. Smirk in place. “You’re staying, aren’t you?”

“Shut up and get back in bed. I’m fucking tired.” Your eyes are alight with laughter behind them as he does what you command. He insists that you let him hold you and you comply, eyelids heavy and ready to sleep.

“Goodnight babe,” he mumbles into the hair at the crown of your head.

“Don’t call me that…”

He’s chuckling to himself as he closes his own eyes and begins to drift off.

This Morning

“You don’t know me at all, pretty boy.”

“Not yet, doll. I’m trying though.”

You feel your eyes roll and you try, for once, to stop them but he sees it.

“I don’t know why you’re still pretending you don’t like me, like you don’t remember anything. We had a good time, even before we made it back here. Then we had a really good time,” he laughs a little but there’s disappointment behind his words. “You didn’t feel it?”

A sigh huffs from your mouth, as you remain unmoving, standing near his dresser, pieces of your clothing still scattered among his belongings. In his space.

The disappointment is written on his face now, etched into his features as his eyebrows knit together and he purses his lips. Those lips. You can feel yourself backing down, about to give in to him yet again. You remember the night pretty clearly, remember the moments when the arrogant act slipped and he looked at you like he’s never needed anything or anyone as close to him as he did you.

“Don’t leave yet. At least have coffee with me, talk to me? Let me in a little.” Your defenses are dropping, the sad little puppy dog eyes are breaking you down.

“And you’re not gonna chop me up and hide me in your basement, right?”

Light returns to his eyes as he chuckles, the raspy sound hitting your ears and you find that you enjoy it this time. You’re both smiling nervously now.

“I have no intention of hurting you, ever really.”

It’s working, your grip on the sheet around you is loose and you feel the fabric slip from it and flutter to the floor. His eyebrows raise but before he can say something stupid, you drop your jeans back to the ground where you found them and move back toward the bed. Crawling onto the mattress and over to him, you stop on hands and knees when you’re nose to nose with him once again.

“Fine.” You let a full smile stretch across your lips and he soaks it in, basks in it, commits it to memory, as he lays you back across his pillows.

You know he’s already working out how he’s going to get you back here once you do leave, you can see his mind turning behind the eyes that are locked on yours.

You’re not sure that you’re going to resist him this time.

Part 2 🖤

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Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

A/N ::: This was a brilliant idea given to me by @darkstarlight82 I thank you so much for giving me a little slice of your beautiful mind. I hope I was able to do this justice. I enjoyed the little twist at the end. It was just too good not to do!

C/W ::: Handsy Pastor!Toji, thinks he really doing you a solid by doing these things for you, sorta self pleasuring/masturbating-adjacent, oral {m 2 f}, unprotected sex, playing dumb, abuse of power on both sides??

WC ::: 5124 I think

Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

You sat in the back corner of church with your best friend. They were nearly asleep. Today's sermon was nothing to write home about. The only interesting parts about it were 1) You were finally 18 now and that meant you were old enough to partake in the adult aspects of church and 2) You're sure you felt Pastor Toji's eyes on you more than once. You like it when he looks at you. It makes you feel special.

The man, himself, was nothing short of miraculous. He was tall. So fucking tall that he dwarfed over your much shorter body. Sure, you weren't like the other girls in the congregation. The good Lord had graced you with tits and an ass. Curvy hips and plump thighs. And you were starting to feel more and more like your Pastor was noticing certain things about you. Though you weren't sure why. You've been coming to this damned place since you were 16 and you don't look much different now.

"Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away with; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away with. (1 Corinthians 13:8). What does this mean to you all? Hm? Do you agree with this assessment of love? Do you believe wholly that Jesus knows the right path to lead us to and will stop at nothing to get us there? Show of hands, but first everyone look down. Come onnn. I promise there won't be a rapture without all of you. Everyone just look down. Ok, show of hands, who here has had intercourse outside the sanctity of marriage?" Pastor Toji looked around at the room full of people. "My head is down, too. The good Lord is the only one who can see what's going on here, mm-k?"

The people lowered their heads and trusted their Pastor. Dumbasses.

You put your face down just a little. Just enough to make it look convincing. When you were sure everyone else was obeying the orders, you looked up. Surely, everyone had their heads down. All of them except for Pastor Toji. "Uhm, hey," you said to your best friend who was completely asleep now. "You fucking suck. You sleep more than anyone I know. Stupid sloth." You laughed. It caught the Pastor's attention.

Your immediate reaction was to dip your head down, but he was looking too. So why should you turn a blind eye if he wasn't.

There were more hands raised than you expected. The people you thought you knew turned out to be nothing short of filthy whores.

Pastor Toji was watching you look around the space. Finding humor in the look on your face. Your eyes met his and he licked the scar on the right side of his mouth, smiled at you and winked. The way his tongue smoothed over the corner of his mouth was sinful. He was ridiculously attractive for a man of his age. For a man of the cloth. Why would someone like him choose a life like this? You couldn't figure it out and you were too scared to ask him.

"Ok, hands down, heads up. How many of you raised your hands? No no! I'm only kidding. This concludes today's gathering. I will see you all very soon. Thank you for coming out today. May God bless each and every one of you." He said his goodbyes to everyone. Your family was the last to leave. Your mother was concerned that you've been isolating yourself lately. More so than usual, that is. You've been in your bedroom more and more lately. Doing "God knows what."

"Mom! Gosh! You're humiliating me right now! I'm 18. You never enjoyed time to yourself? Maybe I'm reading the bible. How do you know what I'm doing?" You tucked your hair behind your ears and tried to look away. If you could have, you'd have run out into traffic. But it wasn't moving very fast. It was still the Sunday crowd leaving. 5 mph. 7, on a good day.

Pastor Toji pulled your mother aside and was speaking with her for quite a while. The whole thing made you nervous. You didn't like how she was nodding and looking back at you. She was holding her right elbow with her left hand and her chin in her right. That is her thinking face.

"Can we go? Please, mom?" You began tugging on her sweater like a toddler.

"Excuse me, y/n. I'm ... I am talking to Pastor Toji. Now, go wait outside with your friend, ok? I'll be out in a few minutes." She turned back to him. "I apologize for my daughter's behavior. I told you ... she's not herself." He nodded sympathetically.

"Well, I'd be happy ... more than happy to help her in any way I am able to. Perhaps she and I can meet this evening to go over some psalms in the bible, mm?"

Your mother nodded excitedly. "Oh yes! Yes, Pastor. Thank you so much. I'll go tell her right now. You ... are just such a dear. God bless you."

You caught his smile as he watched your mother walk through the double wood doors and reach out for you. Something about it made you feel funny. Not good or bad funny. Like butterflies in your stomach funny. Excited? Were you excited about something?

// In The Car, On The Way Home //

"You will meet with him tonight, y/n. I already told him you'd be there. So, you will. Be there, I mean."

You rolled your eyes. "What the heck am I supposed to do with him? Let him braid my hair? Tell scary stories? Play truth or dare? He's a grown man. What does he think he could do that will help me, anyway? Pray the gay away? I told you. I'm not all the way gay, ma. I'm bi. So only half of me is broken in the eyes of God. The other half is fine."

"I've asked you not to talk about that stuff with me on Sunday, sweetie. One day is all I ask for. I thank you for listening to me."

// At Home, 15 Minutes Before Leaving To Meet Pastor Toji At Church //

"I have no idea {friends name}. Like, isn't it just a little bit odd that she's forcing me to go see a grown ass man about how I lock myself away sometimes? Who cares if I want to be alone!" You tried to blow off some steam to your friend before you drove down to the church.

// Getting Out Of Your Car, Walking Into Church //

"Yeah, well, she's got another thing comin' if she thinks I'm going to listen to a single word this old asshole has to say to me." You turned around and saw Pastor Toji standing on the steps of the church. "I gotta go, {friends name}. Yeah. Yep, he heard me say it. How'd you know? It is my luck, huh? I'll talk to you later. I'll let you know how it goes." You laughed as you hung up the phone.

You walked up the steps and stood in front of him just outside the doors. "Well?" You almost sounded like you were challenging him. "What's your grand plan to save me from myself? What did my mother put you up to?"

He laughed and headed inside. You tried to follow and keep up with him but his legs were so long that you were taking 2 and 3 steps for each one of his.

"Where's the fire?" You said, obviously irritated.

"S'down the hall. Come along, child. Follow me if you want to live!" He turned around, wide-eyed and put his hands up like he was pretending to be a ghost or something. It got you to crack a little smile.

"Well, I don't want to die. So I guess keep leading the way, Past---"

"Just call me Toji. Ok? I'm just Toji at the end of the day. I'm just a man under this cloth."

You blushed, ashamed of yourself for thinking the thoughts you were having about your Pastor. But who says that, anyway? 'I'm just a man under this cloth.' It wasn't necessary to phrase it like that.

"Ok, kid. Right in here." He held the door open for you and touched the small of your back when you walked by.

// Toji's Office //

"So. Baptism by fire? Y'down, Toji?" You sat back in the chair on the other side of the desk. Purposely folding your arms over your chest to create a cleavage line and put up an air of disinterest. Crossing your right leg over your left. Kicking it in the air flippantly.

"I'm down for whatever you want me to be down for, y/n. That's all there is to it." He pulled his collar down and undid the button at his throat. "What kind of Pastor am I if I can't be a good listener? Hm?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his left ankle over his right knee.

"I don't think my mother would like it very much if I told you about my ... personal life."

"Personal life, huh? That's an interesting way to phrase it. But it's ok. I'm just here to talk. That's all." He pulled out a bottle of water from the mini fridge behind him and offered you one.

"No, I'm fine." You were starting to feel like he was baiting you into saying something you shouldn't.

"Suit yourself. So, you're having some trouble in paradise, huh? You've been cooped up in your room for a while. Your mom told me. What's up with that?"

You rolled your eyes. "She's exaggerating. I'm not ... I'm not always in my room. Just sometimes. And I don't know. I guess I just don't see the point in going out and doing things when I don't know if I'm doing them for the right reasons."

"What do you mean? What are you doing that you think you're not doing for the right reasons?"

"I just. I don't know. I don't like being around people, I guess. But then I feel like I should. Like, I should want to go out and drink and party and fu--- do other fun stuff. But I just don't care."

Toji choked on his water. "You're ... you're still ... pure? Yes, a virgin, right? I didn't know you had such a mouth on you, little one. Well, I guess I shouldn't say that. You are ... 18 now?"

Nodding your head, you blushed again. You weren't sure what you were doing. You knew you shouldn't have been having so much fun with your Pastor. But it felt good to screw around. To have fun. "Yeah, I am. A virgin. I'm not like the other girls in church, though. They're all boy crazy. I just ... I don't really like anyone like that. You know?"

He nodded, looking down at his feet. "You don't really like anyone like that, huh. I see. Ok. Well. You're different, y/n. And that's ok. You're not wrong for not wanting what they want. But, maybe you're not giving yourself enough credit. Maybe you could still enjoy someone's company without feeling like you have to give them anything in return."

You shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just not interested in it."

"In sex or in people?"

"I guess I don't really care about people. Usually, I mean. I like girls ... and I like boys, too. What do you think of that?" You dared him to answer honestly.

"Well, I think that's ok, too. God made you that way. He made everyone feel some way. You can't help how you feel. If you're attracted to people, then you're attracted to people. It's not something you can control."

You nodded. "Yeah, I know. But it's different in church, you know? People talk and it sucks sometimes."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Is there ... anyone else ... around? You might be attracted to?"

You bit your lip. "No, not really. I've thought about it, but I don't think anyone is 'good' enough. I want someone who has the same morals as I do. You know? I want us to be on the same page." You didn't want to look at him. You didn't want to say too much more. You felt as if you were faking being too naive as it was. You didn't want to push it too far. Pastor Toji was a man of the cloth, yes. But you'd heard rumors about his life prior to making the vow to serve God.

He took the few steps that it was to stand behind you and he began to rub your shoulders with his large hands. "Is - is this ok, y/n? I just want to help you relax while you're here. You seemed so ... so, so stressed when you were talking with your mother. I wanted to get you here so it was just you and I. I thought you might, oh, I don't know. Open up for me? Per se." He chuckled. "Per se."

"Oh, um. Yeah, it's ok." You tried not to melt under his touch.

He kept rubbing circles into your shoulders with his strong thumbs and then running them up the back of your neck. You felt yourself getting hot. The tension building in your belly wasn't like anything you've ever felt before. Not like this, anyway. You began to shift in your seat a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry, y/n. That's a little too far. I shouldn't have done that. It's just that you're so tense and---"

You interrupted him, "NO. DON'T STOP! I mean, don't hafta stop if you don't wanna. It ... it feels good. You have … really strong hands." You made the mistake of looking up at him. His green eyes were half-lidded and dark now. He didn't look anything like he did earlier at the sermon. It was like night and day.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? Your mother just wants you to be happy. She knows I can help you. That's why she asked me to meet with you. She didn't tell you why, though?"

You shook your head.

"Well, I can definitely help you with ... this. And whatever else you want my help with." He licked the scar that permanently kisses his lips and you saw him start to lean down toward you. "Do you want me to help you, y/n? Is that something you want?" His voice was low and sultry. Breathy, even. Your eyelashes fluttered at the feel of his exhalation on your face. He was close enough to ...

You nodded, slowly. He grabbed your chin and pulled you to your feet. "Good girl." He looked like he was going to kiss you. Like he was going to taste your mouth and tongue and ...

He stopped himself. "Are you sure you want this, y/n? I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. Not that I would ever do that, suggest you do something you're not wanting to do. Not in the house of God. I have an idea. Why don't you go and meet me in the confessional. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. But I want you to do something, I want you to think of me while you're sitting there ok? And I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about me touching you. I just want you to get an idea of how good it could feel. Just ... should the day ever come when you're going to be with someone, you'll know what to expect. Ok? You don't want any ... any weird surprises, hm?"

You nodded again. "Ok, Pastor Toji." You're starting to see why your mother had you meet up with him. He was so charismatic. So full of shit. Genuinely able to act like he was looking out for you. He was helping you be ready for one of the most important experiences of your life.

You've got some experience touching yourself. You've cum a few times. But your fingers are so unsatisfactory to you. They're short. Thin. Your best friend has suggested you buy a toy to try and pleasure yourself. Well, they said to 'get yourself off.' You didn't care much for the phrasing, but nodded your head anyway.

You got to the door of the confessional and pulled it open to step inside. It was dark, save for the little bit of lighting coming through the cross hatched window on what would be Pastor Toji's side. Looking around the tiny room, you felt both like you were lost and like you were found.

The air was dense and hot. It was like an atmospheric hug.

A couple of minutes had passed before you remembered what Toji told you to do. "I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about me touching you." His words resonate in your quickly beating heart.

He will be here soon. So you figured it'd be best if you got started doing what he asked you to do. You ran your hands over your breasts and down your stomach, over the fabric of your dress. You were sitting on the little bench that faced the window, your back against the wall. It felt good to have something behind you. It was like someone was holding you up. Keeping you steady.

You closed your eyes and kept feeling yourself over. Rubbing your thighs together to create a little friction. You wondered what it would feel like to have him touch you. Would he be gentle? Rough? Would he care about you or just about getting off?

"Y/n?"

You heard the door on the other side of the confessional open and Pastor Toji stepped in. You could only see the outline of him, but it was enough. It was all you needed.

"Oh. Hi." You whispered.

He laughed quietly. "Are you doing what I asked you to do? Did you start?"

"Yes. I was just thinking about you. And how you would touch me. And I don't know why you're doing this for me, but it means a lot. Preparing me for the day ... I mean. Th - thank you." You said as you bunched the fabric of your dress in your fists.

"Well, it's my pleasure. To help you out. You're a sweet girl, y/n. I want to make sure you're taken care of. So, may I see you?" He laughed softly, "I can't exactly help you from over here, can I?"

"No. No, I guess not. You can't." You stood up and turned to face the wall. You heard him get up and walk out of his side and head towards you.

He knocked twice on your booth and waited for you to tell him it was ok if he came in. "It's open."

He opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He didn't turn around right away. He took a few deep breaths before he turned to you.

"Y/n, I want to touch you. Like I said, just to let you know what to expect when the time comes for you to be ... mm, romantically involved with someone, if you will?"

"I would like that. Very much. I'm not ... I haven't ... I haven't done anything. With anyone. I don't even know where to start or what to start with. I don't know what it's like. Please, Pastor Toji. I - I want you to teach me how to touch myself. An-and you." You rolled your eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. That was so presumptuous of me. I shouldn't have asked you that." You started to cry. "I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid."

He shook his head. "No, you're not. You're not stupid. You're smart. And you're beautiful. Shh shh shh shh shhhh, noo, it's ok. It's ok. You're not stupid. Hey, look at me, y/n. Look at me." He wiped the tears from your cheeks.

You looked up at him through wet eyelashes. "I want to help you. That's all I want to do.”

You put your hand on top of his where it sat on your tear streaked face and nodded. "Re-really? You ... you won't think I'm bad for asking?"

He shook his head. "No. Not at all. Now, turn around and show me your beautiful body."

You did as he said and turned to face the wall.

"Good. Good. Now, y/n, I want you to lift up your dress for me. Just a little. Just enough for me to see what you've got going on down there, ok?"

"Ok." You pulled your dress up around your hips and heard him take a deep breath.

"That's it, baby. That's it." He touched the small of your back with his left hand and you jumped a little. "Shh, it's ok. It's ok. I won't hurt you, y/n. You can trust me."

"Ok. I - I know. I trust you." You felt his right hand slowly rub up the outside of your thigh. You could feel yourself getting wet. You've never been this wet so quickly before.

"Good girl. You're doing so well, y/n." He kept rubbing up and down your leg, slowly moving towards the apex of your thighs. "Can I touch you here, too?"

You nodded, "Yes, please. Touch me, Pastor Toji. I want you to touch me there, too. Everywhere."

He moved his hand up to your core and pressed his index and middle fingers against your clit. "How does that feel, baby? Are you ok?"

You nodded again. "It feels good. I want more."

"More, hm? Ok. Well, I guess I can't disappoint you then. What kind of a Pastor would I be if I let down one of my flock?" He laughed darkly at this question. "Mmm-hmm, ok. Ok." He slipped his fingers inside of you. It was such a strange feeling, his fingers probing around in you. So skilled. Like nothing you've ever experienced with yourself, or anyone else before. "Do you like this, y/n?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes." You gasped.

"Good. Very good." He began to move his fingers in and out of you. "This is how you'll fuck someone, baby girl. Or how someone will fuck you." He whispered into your ear. His chest was pressed to your back, your chest against the wall of the confessional. You had your left hand up higher on the wall and your right hand was snaking around behind you, so close to tugging on Pastor Toji's waistband. You could feel how hard he was as he pushed his cock into the fat of your ass.

You were grinding on his hand now. Rocking back and forth on his fingers. "I want you to cum, baby. Cum on my fingers. I want to feel you gush all over my hand. You think you can do that for me?"

"HmmPastorrrTojiii ... I don't, I don't think I can. Do you have something else that will make me feel this good, but ... but so I can ... come? You said? Hoh god, it feels so good, but I need more. I can't do it like this. Ple-please, Pastor, help me?"

"Cum, princess. C-u-m. Like, when you have an orgasm. You cum. It's ok. Not everyone knows the right wording at first. It's ok, I'll help you. I'll help you, shhh shh sh."

"But, but what do I need to do? Something else? A different ... something?" You were getting desperate. His fingers felt so good, but you didn't want to cum on his fingers alone.

"Here," he said, pulling his fingers out of you and turning you around. "Lift your dress up and over your head, ok? That's it, that's it. Good girl, you're so beautiful, y/n. Such a good girl." He took off his robe and hung it on the back of the door.

You looked down at his erection. It was massive. It was throbbing, even. You gasped. "I don't ... I don't think that's going to fit in me."

He laughed. "Oh, it will, princess. Don't you worry your pretty little head off. It'll fit like a glove. So good. So good and tight you won't even know why you were worried when I'm makin' you feel so good." He pulled your panties down to your knees and pushed your back up against the wall. He bent down on his knees and buried his face in your pussy. He licked and sucked and nipped at you. "This is how you'll eat someone out, baby girl. You'll make them cum so hard and they'll taste so sweet."

You felt yourself getting close to an orgasm again. He had you worked up so badly. "Pastor Toji, I'm ... I think ... gonna cum. Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum so hard. Please, please, please. Give me something else, Pastor. I want to feel you inside of me." You pulled your hips back and you got off of his face. You’d be damned if he did it to you like this.

He stopped and stood up, licking his lips.

You looked down at his cock and traced your fingertips over the tip. It was wet, the beads of precum trickled from his slit. Licking your fingers, you locked eyes with him.

"You ... you want it? You want this cock inside of you? You want me to fuck you, baby girl? Hmm?"

You nodded. "Please, Pastor. I want to feel you inside of me. I need it. I need you."

He put his fingers back into your pussy. "Well, you're not ready for me yet, sweetheart. Not yet. You need to be nice and wet for me. You're not quite there yet. But, don't worry. I can make you cum with my fingers again and then I'll fuck you. How's that sound?"

"Ok. Ok. Yeah, I'd like that." You said breathlessly.

"Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed your lips. "So good."

He fingered you until you came on his hand. Then he lifted you up and put your legs around his waist. "Are you ready for me, y/n? You ready to get fucked?"

You nodded. "Yes. Yes, please fuck me, Pastor. Please."

"Call me Toji, baby girl." He pushed his cock inside of you and you felt yourself stretch around him. He was so big. It felt like he was splitting you in half.

"Fuck, Toji. Oh my god, you're so big. You're so fucking big." You were scratching at his back, digging your nails into his flesh.

"Shh shh shh, that's it. That's it, princess. Take me all in. It's ok, I know, I know. You're ok. I know." He whispered into your ear.

He began to rock his hips back and forth, in and out of you. "That's it. That's it, princess. Fuck, you're so wet for me. You're so good for me, baby girl."

"I'm gonna cum, Toji. I'm gonna cum." You were rocking on his cock, pushing yourself further onto him. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck me, please, Toji!" You came on his cock and he held you against the wall as he fucked you harder.

"That's it. That's it, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum all over me, fuck, oh yeah ..." He came inside of you, his hot cum shooting up inside of you. "F-f-fuck, y/n. Oh my god, you're so good. You're so tight. You're so fucking beautiful." He pulled out of you and set you back down on the floor. "Here, let me help you get your panties back on." He pulled them back up your legs and over your ass.

"What do I do now, Pastor Toji? Do I just leave your stuff inside of me?"

He stopped what he was doing for a moment and then looked up at you. "Oh, no. No, baby girl. You can just leave that alone. You will want to shower, y'know. Piss, too. You don't want to get a UTI or somethin'. But for the meantime, yeah. Just leave it there. S'not gonna hurt anything."

You nodded. "Ok. Well, does this mean we're a couple now? Does this mean, do you love me now?"

He laughed, "I don't know about all that, y/n. I don't know about that. But we'll see. We'll see where this goes. You're a sweet girl. But I don't know if I'd go that far. Y'know? Like, eesh. This was fun. But no. I don't love you. Not like that." He pulled up his pants and his robe. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the tiny, sex-scented room. "I'll walk you out, though. How's that sound?"

You nodded. "Ok." You put your dress back on and followed him out.

He didn't look at you or speak to you on the way to your car.

"Why won't you look at me or say anything, Toji?"

"It's Pastor, now. Only call me Pastor Toji ok?" He said, barely looking up at you.

"Ok. But why? What happened? You said you weren't going to love me. I get that. But you seemed like you wanted to spend more time with me. But now, it's like you don't want to be around me."

"I don't want you to get attached, y/n. You're not the only girl in church who needs my help. Ok? It's nothing personal. It's business. The lord’s business. That's all it is."

"Oh. Ok. I understand." You did understand. You understood that he was a bastard of a Pastor.

You laughed. "You really bought all that shit? C-u-m." You doubled over, slapping your knees as you laughed at him. "Why won't you look at me, Pastor? Wait, is it Pastor? Or Toji? I'm so confused. Hmm," you said in a fake little whine and pouted like your heart was being broken into a million pieces. "You're so pathetic, old man. Thanks though, Toji. Thanks for makin' me c-u-m so hard. Twice! Let me know who the other girls are you're 'helping', yeah? Maybe we can have a good old fashioned threesome and we can all just c-u-m all over each other, yeah?!" You winked at him. "Yeah, I saw that little slip up, Toji. And then you didn't even want me to call you Toji anymore. Hmm. Well, thanks for the lesson, Pastor. I'll see you next week. At the service. Where you'll be preaching about being a 'good Catholic boy'. Ha! Yeah right, Pastor. You're a fuckin' animal. I'll tell my mom you fixed me all up, real good. 2 times. Oh, they were amazing. I'll give you that. Nice cock, Pastor. Nice ... fuckin' ... cock."

He was standing there, his mouth agape as you got into your car and drove off, waving your arm out the window.

You smirked. "Such a dumbass, Pastor."

You pulled out your phone and texted your friend

"Hey! Wanna go to the movies tonight?"

They answered, "Sure! Which one?"

"I really don't fuckin' care. See you at the next one that plays!"

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August — Chapter Six

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (rebecca herrera)

warnings: NSFW 18+, age gap relationship, oral sex (male receiving), car sex, unprotected PIV, creampie

words: 5.4k

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It was finally the end of the trip. Becca woke up assuming that Frankie had gone back off to his bedroom at some point in the early morning, but was surprised to see his naked back laying beside her. She smiled softly, reaching over to trace the dimples in his shoulders and the line of his spine, completely enamored with his softness in the early morning light.

Frankie grumbled a bit, turning his body over so that he was facing her, his eyes still closed. He threw one arm around her and tugged her in close, his body warmer than any heater.

“Don’t wanna get up,” he mumbled against her skin, Becca laughing quietly as she pushed his messy curls back.

“The sooner we get up, the sooner it’ll be just the two of us,” she reminded through a smile, one of his eyes cracking open. “You still have to find a way to sneak out. I’m pretty sure everyone’s up.”

“Can’t wait ‘til I have you in my bed and there’s no one around to bother us.” He placed a tender kiss to her cheek before sitting up with a grunt and stretching his long arms up into the air. Becca continued watching him as though he was a moving work of art, until…

“Holy shit,” she chuckled as she noticed the impressive tent in his grey sweats, Frankie’s eyes falling to his morning wood as well, quickly covering it with his hands.

“Sorry, it’s biology.”

“No, it’s mouthwatering.” She crawled over to him with a devious smile, her big brown eyes looking up at his as her fingertips played with the waistband of his sweats.

“Baby girl,” he nearly whined, his fists balling up by his hips. “We can’t right now.”

“Not even a little taste?” She asked with pure sun and lust dripping off every word. Frankie felt himself bending to her will, not bothering to stop her when she undid the strings on his sweats, tugging them down his hips inch by inch until his girth was hitting her cheek. “Mm, so thick.”

“Jesus,” he gasped, his cock throbbing in her fist.

“Becca! Wake up, it’s time to head out!” Becca’s father knocked on her door ungracefully, both of them jumping at the sudden interruption. Frankie gave her an I told you so look, tilting his head and shaking it as a dare for her to continue. Becca chuckled and frowned, pulling his sweats back up.

“Fine. But the minute we’re alone—“

“I won’t try to stop you,” he promised, pinching her chin and bending down to peck her lips softly. He caught himself as he almost spoke three forbidden words that he knew it was way too soon to feel, let alone confess. “Alright, wish me luck on sneaking out.”

“Let me go out first and make sure it’s all clear,” she whispered, standing up off the bed. Before she could reach the door, Frankie spun her around by her hips and hugged her tight to his body, grinning at her.

“Just wanted one more kiss,” he whispered as Becca smiled softly at him, her hands cupping his face as she leaned in to oblige him.

“That enough for now?” She teased, wiping over his bottom lip with her thumb. Frankie nodded with a smile and loosened his grip on her waist, allowing her to poke her head out into the hallway. “Alright, hurry.”

The couple sneakily made their exit, Frankie carefully and quietly creeping upstairs while the rest of her family stood in the driveway bickering about nothing and everything which for once was a godsend.

Rushing into the bathroom, Becca took the world’s fastest shower and quickly brushed her teeth, the upcoming doom of informing her parents about her new relationship forcing her into a quick, panicked pace.

Frankie seemed to be just as frantic upstairs, his feet thumping against the floor loud enough to hear downstairs. Becca smiled at the image of him rushing around upstairs getting ready, his nervous hands likely having lifted his baseball cap off to run his hands through his curls at least ten times by now.

“Hey, your dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.” Sam popped his head into Becca’s room as she grabbed her bags, sliding the strap onto her shoulder while she tucked her pillow beneath her arm.

“I’m not riding with my parents,” she declared proudly, earning a chuckle from her cousin. “I’m serious. I’m riding back with Frankie.”

“Good luck telling them that, cuz.” Sam ruffled the top of her hair, earning a groan from his younger cousin as he followed her out of the house, Frankie’s footsteps quick as he rushed down the stairs behind them.

“Bex, you gonna put your stuff in the car?” Becca’s father called out to his daughter as she walked out of the house with Sam and Frankie, the rest of her family all packed up in their respective vehicles. She slowed her steps down, Frankie lingering around her, spinning his keys on his finger as he looked down at it with the hope of avoiding her parent’s glaring eye contact.

“Uh, actually…I’m going to ride back with Frankie.” She began with a nervous tone, the reality of what she was doing causing her heart to pound so loudly she struggled to hear anything else. Her parents furrowed their brows in confusion for a moment, exchanging a look before looking to Frankie and finally, back to their daughter.

“What? Why?” Her mother asked from the passenger seat of the car, the window down.

“Oh, this should be good.” Sam grinned as he stood outside his father’s car, the twins rolling their windows down to be able to hear the drama as well.

“Well, I, uh, we’re—“

“Seeing each other.” Frankie filled in after listening to Becca’s trembling voice, her hands shaking as she held onto her luggage. She looked over at him and gave him a thankful smile, glad that she had him around to do what she could not.

“You’re what?” Both of her parents spoke in unison, Becca’s lips parting as she looked back to them with a clueless face. Her uncle stepped outside of the house and locked it up, smiling at the group and clapping his hands together.

“Everybody ready to go home?” It didn’t take long for him to register the obvious tension in the driveway, Sam grinning as he climbed into the passenger seat of his fathers truck. “What happened?”

“My daughter is dating a man old enough to be her father, that’s what’s happening.” Becca winced at her mothers words, her hand reaching for Frankie’s hip and pushing him towards his car.

“Who?” He asked, making his son chuckle at his cluelessness. “Oh. Oh. Frankie?”

“Yeah.” Frankie gave him a flat smile and nodded, his arm wrapping around Becca’s shoulder in a show of his affections. “Listen, Joe…believe me, I had no idea this was going to happen. I…I met Becca before I knew she was your niece and…just…please try and believe me when I say that I’m not here to hurt her or take advantage of her, I just…care about her.”

Becca found herself blushing at his nervous speech, the sound of him professing his feelings, however anxious and reserved he was, made her feel like she was on fire in the best kind of way. Even with her parent’s brutal glare, nothing was stopping her from falling deeper into everything Frankie, her heart long passed believing in rationality.

“You know, if it were anybody else I’d probably be upset, but Frankie…you’re a good guy. I’ve seen you through some shit, I know, but…I know you’re going to treat Bex well. Do I wish you two would’ve just told me instead of sneaking around? Yeah. But…I get it.” The couple was shocked that her uncle was not only okay with the relationship, but standing up for them as well.

“Easy to say when it’s not your daughter.” Her father shook his head and pointed at his SUV. “Come on, Bex. Get in the car. We can talk about this—“

“No, I’m going with Frankie.” Frankie looked down at Becca with a soft smile that widened with each second, the sight of her standing up for herself filling him with pride. “You guys may not get this, or be okay with this, but…I’ve never felt more understood or cared about by anybody than the way I do with Frankie. He makes me happy and…and actually fucking talks to me like I’m a person, not like I’m a baby, or a kid, or a fucking alien! So no! I’m not going with you. I’m going with him.”

“Mic drop.” Sam interrupted the tense moment with a bit of humor and Becca and Frankie couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

Her parents said nothing else, only shooting glares at the couple as they climbed in their car and sped off out of the driveway. Becca sighed at the sight of them leaving on such a bad note, her head tilting to rest against Frankie’s chest as he rubbed her arm and kissed her head.

“They’ll come around. They just need some time.” He mumbled against her hair, Becca’s head nodding though she struggled to believe it was true. “Come on, let’s get on the road.”

“Yeah,” she nodded and gave him a weak smile, the two waving and saying their goodbyes to Becca’s uncle and cousins before hopping in Frankie’s SUV.

“You wanna talk, wanna jam out, wanna ride in silence? What’ll take your mind off things, baby?” Frankie started the engine and backed out of the driveway, his hand coming to rest on Becca’s knee as they began to find their way out of the city. She didn’t respond, only looking out the window with pure melancholy all over her pretty face. He reached his hand up and pinched her chin, watching through quick glances between her and the road as she turned to him with a soft smile.

“Can we stop and get snacks? That’s my favorite coping mechanism.” He laughed at her honesty and nodded, lowering his hand back to her thigh and squeezing lightly.

“Yeah, baby, we can get all the snacks you want.”

He soon whipped the car into the nearest gas station parking lot, needing to fuel up anyways, and climbed out of his side. Becca opened her door only for Frankie to run around and close it again just so that he could open it for her.

“Don’t steal my job.” He warned playfully.

“Oh, forgive me. I didn’t know we’d time travelled back to 1950.” She quipped with a grin as he helped her out of the car with his hand, earning a chuckle.

“That’s the only thing we’re keeping from the 50’s. Just the door openi—“ He gasped and gave her an open mouthed stare of disbelief when she opened the door of the gas station and gestured for him to go in right in the middle of his sentence. “How dare you undermine me, woman?”

He jokingly shook his fist at her as he passed by her, earning a giggle. Becca hugged his back as they walked through the entrance and found their way over to the snack aisles. With a kiss to his t-shirt covered shoulder, she moved so that she was hugging his side, his arm thrown over her shoulder as they began to look at their options.

“Okay, chocolate is a must get. And chips, too. The spiciest ones we can find.” She left his side to go and hunt down some chips, Frankie frowning at the loss of warmth at his side. His eyes turned to follow her as she walked further down the aisle, an absolutely smitten look all over his face.

“Did you find the spiciest chips?” Frankie asked, unable to keep himself from her. Becca nodded, holding up a bag of her favorite chips with a half-believable smile, still clearly swept away in thoughts of her parents. Frankie reached for her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “You okay?”

“No…yeah—I mean, yes, I’m fine.” She chuckled at her word vomit and took in a deep breath, raising her eyebrows and tapping his stomach. “What did you find in the chocolate section? Better impress me.”

Frankie shook his head ever so slightly and chuckled to himself as he begrudgingly allowed her to change the subject, looking down at the two candy bars in his hand. “This okay?”

“Caramello and Reese’s peanut butter cups? That’ll do just fine,” she smiled and grabbed the bars from his hand, his eyes locked on her like she was the only thing he could see. She lifted her eyes back up to his and chuckled at the fact that he was already looking at her, a half smile lingering on his lips. She turned around so her blush was hidden and grabbed his hand, tugging him along towards the drink fridges. “Now…the real question is, Coke or Pepsi?”

“I feel the weight of this question physically in my bones.” He covered his mouth with his hand as he looked down at her expectant eyes and smug smile, her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised. “Coke? Right? It’s gotta be.”

“I’m proud of you.” Frankie let out a sigh of relief and put his hand over his heart, pulling a giggle from her. He smiled proudly as she turned her grin from him and continued to wear it as she pulled out two glass bottles out of the fridge. “It’s better in Mexico. I don’t know why, but you can just taste the difference.”

“I bet it tastes just as good in LA.” He reached and tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ears, the sudden shift in his tone drawing her eyes to his. They both gave each other a lustful grin as she realized he definitely wasn’t talking about soda. “Come on, let’s go checkout.”

“Yeah,” she swallowed her desire and followed him up to the counter. As the cashier scanned all the items, he pulled out his wallet, Becca’s hand reaching to stop him from taking out his card. “No, I’ve got it.”

“I want to get it.” He insisted with a smile, only to have Becca take the wallet from his hand and stuff it back in his pocket.

“Thought the only thing we were keeping from the 50’s was the door opening.” She raised an eyebrow and tapped her phone to the card reader, Frankie shaking his head as he gave her a narrowed glare and a smile.

“Have a nice day.” The cashier broke them out of their smitten daze, the two of them realizing that they’d been lingering long after the transaction had finished. Chuckling at himself, Frankie nodded at the cashier and grabbed the bag, the two of them making their exit with a couple more chuckles.

“I keep forgetting there’s people around when I’m with you.” Becca spoke through a chuckle as she climbed into the passenger seat, having no clue just how big of an effect her words had on him.

He felt that way about her too, as though the world existed for just the two of them. All the love in the world, all the happiness—it was just for them, and they were making good use of it.

His heart fluttered in his chest, not a single thought in his head besides how deeply he felt about her as he filled up the gas tank. Watching through the tinted backseat window as Becca struggled with opening up her bottle of soda, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of pure affection for her. Everything she did endeared her more to him—the happy, the sad. All of it.

He’d never felt so full of adoration for a person he’d only met a week prior, but he wasn’t fighting the quick pace of this budding romance. Besides, even if he wanted to, he wasn’t sure there was much he could do to calm his heart down. She’d stolen it from him, it feeling more at home in her possession than it ever did in his own.

“Hey, let’s say hypothetically I couldn’t get this bottle of coke open,” Becca stuck her head out of the driver’s side window, her body leaned over the seat and a coy smile playing on her lips. Frankie’s chest rumbled with laughter as he hung up the pump and walked over to her, pressing a kiss to her lips as she leaned out of the window.

“Need a strong man to help you out, miss?” He put on an old timey voice and opened the door, climbing into his seat and starting the car. Becca rolled her eyes and giggled as she handed him the soda, his skilled hands easily undoing the cap with one of his keys before handing the bottle back to her. Becca’s lips parted as she took in the look on his face, hungry and full of desire as he watched her hand wrap around the bottle.

“Thank you,” she breathed out in a fluster as she lifted the bottle to her lips, a droplet of the soda running down her chin. Frankie leaned over and kissed it away, a soft gasp slipping out as she pulled the bottle away and set it down in the cup holder, Frankie’s lips kissing their way from chin to soda-wet pout. Becca held the sides of his face as he kissed her slowly, thoroughly, as though he hoped to make it last the rest of the drive.

A honk from behind them interrupted the kiss, Frankie pulling away with a breathy chuckle, a blush on his cheeks as he buckled his seatbelt and pulled out onto the road. Glancing over at the woman beside him, he couldn’t help but grin as he realized her eyes were glued to his profile, his hand reaching over to intertwine with hers.

“Who’s going to be the DJ?” He asked after they’d gotten onto the main highway. “Because I’m pretty sure all my music is from before you were born.”

“That’s my favorite kind of music.” She leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She pulled out her phone and connected it to the car’s bluetooth, scrolling with one hand to find the perfect first song for the road trip. “Oh, this is…this is perfect.”

Frankie smiled so widely his cheeks were beginning to hurt as Two of Us by The Beatles began to play, Becca’s hand reaching to turn up the volume so that she could sing along in peace.

“Two of us riding nowhere, spending someone’s hard-earned pay. You and me Sunday driving, not arriving, on our way back home. We’re on our way home, we’re on our way home, we’re going home.” She sang along to the lyrics and looked out the window at the passing sights, pointing at the sight of horses in a field. “Why is it that anytime anyone passes a horse on a road trip, they have to point it out?”

“How many horses do you see everyday in LA?” He countered over the music as the song started to end. She looked back at him and nodded.

“Touché.” He chuckled and squeezed her hand. “Ooo, you’re gonna like what’s next.”

“Oh, am I?” He listened intently until he heard the beginnings of Groove Is In The Heart begin to play. He gasped and looked over at her with sheer delighted surprise. “Oh my god, you’re perfect.”

“The chills that you spill up my back leave me filled with satisfaction when we’re done, satisfaction of what’s to come,” she let go of his hand to dance to the song, vogueing although she didn’t have any clue of how to properly vogue. Frankie doubled over with laughter, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he joined her for the bridge and chorus.

“No I couldn’t ask for another, I couldn’t ask for another. Groove is the heart,” they sang in unison before giggling like two kids. Frankie looked over at her with a shake of his head, fighting back the urge to tell her how deeply he felt for her.

It was too soon to say he loved her. He knew it that in the rational part of his mind. But every other part of him couldn’t be bothered to care about time, too consumed with loving her to pay it any mind. Still, the rationality won out, and he resigned to just grabbing her hand again and squeezing it. He hoped that would satiate his heart for at least a little longer.

Two or so hours later, the pair found themselves taking a pit stop at Balboa Park in San Diego, desperately needing to stretch their legs and take a break from the boring view of the highway.

Frankie leaned back against the grass with his hands propping him up, Becca’s head rested on his lap as she laid with him. She held up her current read, Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, and blocked the sun with it. Frankie leaned his head back and basked in the warmth of the summer day as he listened to her reading out loud to him. She pulled him into a sort of meditative trance for a while, one he hoped to never get pulled out of, but of course…

Frankie sighed as he tugged out his phone from his pocket, his boss’s caller ID on his screen.

“It’s work,” he groaned, sliding the green arrow to accept the call. “Hello?”

Becca sat patiently as Frankie had his ear talked off, the person on the other line listing off this month’s of flight changes and cancellations, none of which adding up to more time for him at home.

“Alright, sounds good. Bye.” Frankie exhaled as he ended the call, laying all the way back onto the grass and covering his face with his hands. Becca frowned at him and rolled over, resting her chin on his chest. “Gonna be so busy this month.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” she rubbed his chest and kept her voice tender. Frankie sat back up, Becca joining him and watching him carefully.

“I just feel bad because I’m going to be gone all the whole month. Aside from this week and our New York trip, I’m hardly going to get to see you.” He pouted, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t feel bad,” she gave him a soft smile and a shrug before kissing his forehead. “It’s a part of your job.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t sign up for all this.”

“I promise you, I’m not going anywhere,” she assured as she stood up and held her hand out for him to take. “Come on, let’s beat the traffic.”

Frankie and Becca walked hand in hand to the car, both too tired and happy with one another to dwell on the logistics of their future any longer. When they reached the car, Becca reached for her door and Frankie lovingly swatted her hand away, smiling down at her as he grabbed it and opened it up for her. “We’re gonna get you used to this door thing.”

“Yeah? And what if I’m a strong independent woman who insists on opening it myself?” She grinned as she leaned into him, his arm hugging the small of her back and pulling her in tight. He grinned down and placed a sweet peck to her lips before patting her ass through her jeans.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to fight me over it every time then.” He whispered as he kept his face close to hers, Becca on her tip toes as she pecked his lips once more and climbed into the car.

As he walked around to his side of the vehicle, his phone began to buzz in his pocket again. His scowl turned into a smile when he saw that the incoming call was from his closest friend, Santiago Garcia, nicknamed “Pope” from their days in the military. He pressed the green button to pick up the call and climbed into the driver’s seat, turning on the car. “What’s up?”

“Are you back in town yet?” Frankie’s phone connected to the car’s stereo and the call sounded out through the speakers. “Benny and I got tickets to a show tonight, if you wanna tag along.”

Frankie looked over at Becca as she tried to pretend as though she wasn’t affected by the possibility of their plans changing, tugging out her book and opening it up to the page she was last on.

“I’m in San Diego right now. Becca and I just stopped to stretch our legs, but we should be in town in a couple hours.” Becca smiled to herself at the fact that his friend already knew who she was. “If you can get two more tickets, I’m down.”

“Oh, am I on speaker? Can I say hi to your new lady?” Becca turned pink as she lifted her eyes to meet Frankie’s, obviously shy about meeting his friend but not wanting to come across as rude. He urged her on with a smile and his hand intertwining with hers.

“H-hi,” she greeted through a nervous and almost girlish voice, Frankie’s smile turning into a grin at the sight of her so bashful.

“Oh shit, hello! Fish has been talking about you nonstop all week—“

“Fish?” Becca asked with a curious smirk, her eyes meeting Frankie’s embarrassed flush.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you about his nickname? Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in when I see you tonight—“

“Alright, pal. Get those tickets.” Frankie hung up on her out of sheer embarrassment, turning pink in the cheeks as Becca grinned at him.

“All week, huh?” She teased with her lip bitten between her teeth, poking his stomach. Frankie rolled his eyes and smiled bashfully at her, her heart fluttering at the sight.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chuckled and avoided looking at her due to his goofy grin, instead focusing on getting them to the I-5.

“You know, you can go hang out with your friends tonight if you want. He sounded like he really missed you.” Frankie’s eyes finally turned to hers in a quick glance, his smile fading as he listened to her selflessly give up her quality time with him out of respect for his friendships.

“No, I want to spend tonight with you. If they get the tickets, we can both go and hang out for a couple hours, but…” He reached over and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “I want tonight to be about us.”

“Us doing…what…exactly?” Frankie listened to her tone turn sultry, her hand lowering from his mouth to his lap, fingertips trailing up and down his thigh. He chuckled and bit his fist as her hand wandered upwards to his crotch, palming him through his shorts.

“Baby…do you want me to crash the car?” He asked as his eyes flickered to her wicked grin, her shoulders shrugging. “Devil woman.”

“What? You want me to stop?” She pulled her hand away from him but he was quick to grab her wrist and put it back. She grinned at the action and slid her hand into the waistband of his basketball shorts, pulling him out and pumping him until he was fully erect for her. “How long until we’re at your house?”

“An hour and a half.” His voice was strained as he tried to focus his eyes on the road, his entire body tensing under her touch.

“That’s a long time away. Might need to pull over somewhere private.” Frankie gasped when Becca cut herself off and lowered her mouth to his aching erection, bobbing up and down on him as though she was on a mission. The car swerved a bit and Frankie fixed his eyes back on the road, his breathing ragged as she chuckled against him, lifting off and pumping him in her hand. “Didn’t think you’d actually crash the car.”

“I warned you,” he chuckled and made his way over to the right-most lane, preparing to take an exit by the beach. “You’re a temptress. Sent straight from hell to tempt me into sinning.”

“Am I doing a good job?” She smirked as he pulled off towards the beach.

“Well, I was already a sinner.” He shot her a smile that made her center throb, turning back to the road so that he could find a parking spot by the beach where no one could see them. “This reminds me of our first date. In the beach parking lot…”

“When you made me cum twice?” She bit her lip and looked into the backseat where it all happened, Frankie’s eyes flickering to her as she did it. He quickly parked the car and tugged her onto his lap, sliding his seat backwards to make more room for her. Becca fumbled with the button of her jeans before finally unzipping them, tugging them down to her knees and turning around to face the wheel. She gripped him and slid the tip of his length over her wetness before sinking down. Frankie gasped at the surprise breech, her heat feeling like home around his throbbing cock. He gripped her hips, holding her down on him so that she could adjust to his size, his lips pressing against her t-shirt covered shoulder. “Sorry, just needed to feel you.”

“Add that to the list of things I never want to hear you apologizing for.” He mumbled against her and moaned when she lifted her hips up and brought them back down, continuing like that in slow bounces that had him reeling. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

“You feel so good.” She breathed out and sped up her bounces until she was seeing stars, his hips shifting to angle his cock right against her g-spot. Becca gripped the steering wheel and used it for leverage as she worked for her orgasm. “I’m going to cum, baby. Make me cum.”

“Fuck!” He groaned as he felt his orgasm building, knowing that he had to pull out of her since he wasn’t wearing a condom but she just felt too fucking good to stop. “Baby, need you to cum. I’m about to…fuck…can’t cum inside you.”

“Why not?” She panted out as the beginning of her climax began to trickle over her, her knuckles white from her grip on the steering wheel.

“Temptress…” he chuckled out as he rested his forehead between her shoulder blades.

“I’m cumming, Frankie. Cum with me. Cum inside me.” Becca halted her hips as her orgasm tore through her, Frankie now thrusting up into her as he sought out his release. His head fell back against the seat and fingers gripped her hips so hard it would leave a mark as he came inside of her.

“Fuck! Jesus…I think I died.” He moaned as the aftershocks of his climax ripped through him, Becca turning her head to look back at him with a satisfied grin. He chuckled and shook his head at her, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder. “I haven’t done that in a very long time.”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She lifted herself off of him and his eyes lowered to watch as his release dripped out of her and onto his spent cock, a guttural moan coming from his chest at the sight. Becca climbed back into her seat and looked down at the mess, licking her lips.

“Let me take care of that.” She lowered her tongue to him and licked off the mess, Frankie’s brows lacing together as he watched her suck him clean. Another soft moan was pulled from him and she pulled away with a smirk, wiping her mouth. “Okay, I think I can make it the rest of the trip now.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby. And guess what? I’m just gonna let it happen.”

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chaseadrian · 2 years ago

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if you can only pretend

day 6. phone sex // [kinktober masterlist] Hard to say exactly how much you miss Steve while he's away on business. Still, you'll find a way to show him.

pairing. steve harrington/f!reader wc. 1k tags. 18+ ONLY, established relationship, phone sex, dirty talk, a bit o fluff, masturbation

You started on your stomach, the phone pulled from its stand, wire uncoiled as you twirled it around your finger. It was cliche and cheesy, but then, so was the way Steve spoke to you on the other end.

“You miss me, beautiful?” He asks, stranded at some conference in Indianapolis for the video store. Who knew video stores had conferences? Or that Steve was good enough at his job to be invited?

“What do you think?” You reply, flipping over to stare at the ceiling, knees pulled up and legs crossed one over the other. Your pajama shirt slides down your thighs, and the quiet hum of consideration from Steve has goosebumps rising on the skin.

“Well, I don’t know.” You can sense him skirting around a question, can see the kick of his lip as he holds back a smile, his breath a little short.

“Mm, you alone in that hotel room?” Grazing your nails over the top of your thighs, you close your eyes and pretend they’re Steve’s.

“Got it all to myself, Robin complained about my snoring, smiled at the general manager, and he got her the hookup. I don’t think she knew what she was doing, but, never know with her.” He loses the plot for a moment before reorienting, “Point is, yes, the room is all mine.”

“Not the only thing that’s all yours.” You chuckle as a punctuation to the statement, an incredulous, sarcastic laugh that goes over Steve’s head and has him falling over his heels.

“That right?” He’s self satisfied, and you hum an affirmative before he continues, “So how much was it that you missed me?”

You slip your fingers under the hem of your underwear, drawing your moan into your throat and instead letting out a deep, shaking sigh, “I don’t have the words, but I can still articulate it, if you want.”

There’s the quiet clatter of a belt buckle on the other end before Steve says, “Jesus Christ, yes.”

You laugh again, slipping your middle finger between your lips, slicking it up to circle around your clit. You moan into the receiver, playing it up just a little, and he starts spilling soliloquies without you even asking.

“Fuck, shit,” He whispers, “Wish I was there. Wish it was your mouth around me instead, fuck,” Laughs intercede the monologue, “Hard to go back to my hand when you wrap around me so nice. N—nothing compares, fuck, I swear on God and Jesus and Magnum PI himself that I will never go to another one of these damn conferences.”

Smiling to yourself, you sit in the mental picture of Steve at the desk of his hotel, fisting his erection, his jeans just pulled past his ass. He’s struggling to talk, white knuckles stroking down a reddening shaft, precum dribbling over his skin as he laments his love and frustration.

“Nothing that takes me away from you and that pretty mouth. I just, shit, just wanna bury my tongue between your legs, make you squirm like you’re doin’ right now.”

You arch your back as you circle your clit, lit up with desperation and want for Steve, for the little whimpers and choked moans he breathes into your mouth, for the rough pad of his fingertip on your wet cunt. You drive down deeper into the bed, whispering, “Shit, Steve, please, keep going. Keep going.”

“Keep going?” His voice is steadier now, his desperation staved off by the pride he feels satisfying you, “Keep telling you how much I miss that body? Miss how wet you are when I slip into you, how tight you wrap around me, miss you pushing yourself against me, miss how your tits feel against my chest, shit, fuck, I’m—”

He loses his composure in a matter of seconds, and it’s the heaving sigh at the outset of his orgasm that sends you careening into yours. That mental picture of his lips parting, pretty and pink and exhaling moans and guttural noises that he can’t hold back. The stilling of his hand on his length, spurts of cum spattered on his jeans and the desk and, if he’s really missing you, the wall.

You can just hear the quiet, “Ohh, yeah, just like that.” as you’re shaking through your orgasm, fingers frantic over your clit as you dredge out every last bit of pleasure you can before the slightest touch becomes overwhelming.

Catching your breath, you laugh a little in embarrassment. Crawling into Steve’s arms is typically an easy way to escape the awareness that comes after sex, logic and conscience seeping back into the spaces of your body that were taken over by love and desperation. Now though, all you have is the intangible comfort of his voice over the line, laughing right there with you.

“I am just the luckiest guy in the world, huh?” He says, a dreamy sigh to follow.

“Only person luckier than you is me.” You smile, shifting under the covers, the receiver under your head. If you close your eyes you can almost pretend Steve’s right there with you.

“Fat chance.” There’s the clink of his belt as he pulls his jeans back on, scoffing at the notion.

“Bite me.”

He laughs, “I can do that. Soon as I get back, promise.”

The lull of his voice pushes you closer and closer to sleep, and you mutter out an, “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Hey, you falling asleep on me?”

You mumble a negative, and Steve huffs a laugh, “Yeah, alright. Go to sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you.”

Your heart kicks in your chest as it always does when he says that, and you push off sleep enough to firmly say, “I love you.”

There’s a smile in the sigh he lets out, and a quiet, “Goodnight, my beautiful girl. I’ll be here.”

You fall asleep with the receiver pressed against your cheek, Steve’s soft breathing on the other end.

It’s almost like he’s there.

Almost.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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|| After The Beep ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x female Reader

Rating: E 18+

Tags/warnings: phone sex / guided masturbation, aw he misses you, uh yeah 🙂

a/n: dedicating this one to @saintmurd0ck and @castlesnchurches and all the thirsty Frank stans.

"Hey princess, it's me."

He always said that despite it being obvious it could be no-one else but him.

"I know it's real late and you're sleepin right now... we got a long drive ahead of us," he clicks his tongue, "we're alright, just stoppin' for some gas and snacks and shit and uh, I know I'm gonna be gone for a while this time so I wanted to leave you a lil somethin'." He clears his throat and you settle down in the bed with your mobile cradled to your ear.

"So you've probably just woken up huh? And you've been sleepin' in my shirt ain't ya? Don't lie sweetheart I know it." He laughs to himself at the thought of you trying to deny it and you laugh too, blushing even though he's not here.

"Alright, I know you look smokin' hot in it but you're taking it off sweet stuff, need you naked for me, okay?"

God, it amazed you how much power he had over you as you put the phone on speaker and obediently unbutton and shrug the shirt off and he isn't even there with you, he would be none the wiser if you'd just ignored him.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, can see you lyin' there in bed in my mind... damn, where do I start? Alright. Close your eyes darlin'. Can you feel my lips on your neck 'cos that's where I wanna put them right now, just soft like, kissin' up and down makin' you squirm. Love how it gets ya, love the smell of that shampoo you use, mm, buryin' my nose in your hair baby... breathin' you in, makin' my way down slow."

You can practically feel his words on your heated skin, he's already got you in a chokehold with this.

"Now you're gonna take your hands, run em down from your neck, yeah real slow baby, run em over those pretty tits of yours. Fuck, I'd spend all day givin' them my attention, they fit in my hands so perfect, would run my thumbs over em 'til your nipples are hard princess... they hard now? Yeah, and you know I'd get my mouth on them, jesus you fuckin' love that don't you? Me lickin' an suckin' you like that?"

You're pinching them now, playing along as your breathing is starting to hitch in your throat, rubbing and rolling them in your fingers as you squirm on the bed. He keeps going.

"You feel me makin' my way down your beautiful body hmm? Cos I'm kissin' you all the way down baby. God your skin tastes so good, can't help myself from lickin' down your stomach baby girl. Oh an' I love your curves sweetheart, might not be able to stop myself from bitin' your hip cos y'know I wanna eat you up... mm, but don't rush." God his voice, it's so low he's almost growling, "we're gettin' to that."

bleep. bleep. bleep.

"Ah shit." You hear rustling and the sounds of Frank scrambling about over the phone.

"Hey Red! You got change?"

There's a pause.

"Hurry the fuck up... thanks. Now get the fuck outta here an shut yer bat ears."

You can't help but laugh and then you hear the clink of a whole bunch of coins.

"Sorry sweetheart, where were we... Oh yeah, you run those hands over those hips and the outsides of your thighs, and shit girl you know if I was there I'd flip you over and bite that gorgeous ass too right? Mm, okay, now hitch your knees up for me darlin', that's it. You know I'd kiss all the way up those legs too huh? Think about it baby, you feel my lips on the inside of your ankle? Gonna go real slow, just takin' my time... I know you're ticklish when I get up there but you gotta try stay still f'me. Atta girl."

You're practically shaking as you imagine him there with you, trailing up your inner thigh with that mouth... fuck.

"Spread your legs f'me sweetheart, nice n' wide, good girl."

You do as he says, your core throbbing with need.

"Want you to brush your fingers down over your stomach baby girl, slow, real slow like molasses... yeah, keep goin'."

You shiver as the tips of your fingers travelling downwards raise goosebumps all over your heated skin. Fuck, Frank...

You keep going as he says, finally reaching the soft hairs of your mound, and down further, sliding between the slick lips of your pussy with a shaky exhale.

"I'm bettin' you're wet gorgeous, aw yeah, I know you. I'd put money on that you were drippin' as soon as I told ya to get naked huh?"

He did know you.

"I'll quit teasin', you can touch yourself sweetness, anywhere but your clit, or inside, not yet."

That's not quitting teasing you think, whimpering as you follow his instructions, god, your fingers are gliding easily over your pussy, dancing so close to where you needed them. So close, but not enough.

You stop as you hear Frank sigh. "Damn it's hard bein' away from you for so long,"

No shit Castle.

"Sorry baby, don't wanna leave you hangin'. Alright you can touch now sweetie, I know you won't need much..."

God he's right. You rub your clit in frantic circles, soft moans slip past your lips, your other hand diving lower to thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You hear him ramming more coins into the payphone.

"You making noises yet baby? Fuck I reckon you are by now, get nice n loud for me sweetheart, you know how I feel when you're makin' those sounds."

You whine and pant, fucking yourself with your fingers and imagining it was him touching you, him putting this roiling of butterflies in your belly.

"Baby I know you're almost there, c'mon an cum for me." he says and just like that you moan his name into your pillow where you can pick up the last remnants of his scent as the tension breaks. You writhe and cry out loud and long like he wants as you cum so hard, squeezing around your fingers, hips lifting off the mattress, and gasping as you slow down and stop when it becomes too much for you.

"That's a good girl, so good for me. Now I gotta spend four more hours in the van with Red and a hard-on like steel pipe but god damn, it's worth it to make you feel nice baby."

There's a beat of silence and all you can think about is how much you love him.

"Alright, I'll seeya sweetheart. Bye."

The call ends.

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Take Care of You

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, masturbation, voyeurism, teasing, edging, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), slight cum play, aftercare.

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A/N: the wonderful @pepascalhoe gifted me with the idea of edging a Pedro character and Frankie popped RIGHT into mind. I hope I have met your expectations my love, had waayyyyy too much fun writing this LOL

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Honestly, you’re having a great day. The best one you’ve had in weeks. You went to bed on time last night, woke up early and even made yourself a nice breakfast before heading out. Because all your clothes were done the night before, you got to wear your favorite, comfiest outfit, too. And to top it all off, you just got off work early. What could make this day any better?

You know Frankie won’t be home for a few hours, it’s only two o’clock and he usually gets home around four or five, so you’ll have the house to yourself for a little bit. Maybe you’ll watch a movie, or maybe even make a nice dinner to share with Frankie tonight. You’d gone shopping only last week, you should have enough ingredients to make something. You like spoiling him and surprising him with gifts and nice gestures, and you know coming home to a hot dinner and a beautiful girlfriend would make his day, too.

The life you’ve made with Frankie is so incredibly different than the one you had before him. It was as if pieces of your world continuously floated around, unsure of where they would go and what to do if they didn’t end up where you wanted them to. Motivation was short, along with your passion for previous hobbies and your connections with others. Life was dull, and you wondered where it would go. Francisco was a light that came into your world, brightening your surroundings and almost instantly lifting your mood. There wasn’t another place that felt like home more than the space between Frankie’s arms. He helped you find yourself, helped you remember why life was worth living. You’d never been more grateful for another person before. Frankie deserves everything good in this world.

As you continue to think about the love you have for the man you call your own, you narrow your brows when you see his truck in the driveway. Pulling up next to it, you glance to your side at the dark, red vehicle, and then to your phone. No messages or calls.

“He’s home?” you question, your brows narrowing further with confusion.

He hadn’t told you of any change in plans regarding his work schedule, not the day prior or during the day today. Usually, Frankie gets home about two hours after you, not before. The thought to text him first crosses your mind, but why would you? It’s your home, too; why don’t you just go in and find him?

When you walk in the door, you can see his coat hung up in the entryway. Frankie’s cowboy boots are also set off to the side, his wallet and keys in the bowl beside the door. Seeing his things only confuses you further. But when you hear the telltale signs of Frankie’s moans, your feet instinctively take you to your shared bedroom down the hall.

You make sure to be quiet, still unsure of what exactly it is that h e’s doing. For a moment, you wonder if he’s in there with someone else, but that thought comes as quick as it goes. Frankie would never do that to you. And your thoughts are proven right when you press on the door, cracking it open just a pinch. Apparently, he hadn’t shut it all the way, so you didn’t even need to turn the handle.

“Mm… mhm, mm – Jesus f – fuck,” Frankie grunts out, his hurried pants punching through the air.

When your eyes settle on the man resting on your bed, you finally see exactly what he’s up to. He’s laid out on his back in the center of the bed, his head comfortably supported by the bulk of pillows lining the top beneath the headboard. He’s in nothing but a dark blue t-shirt and black boxers, slightly pulled down in order to free himself easily. His one hand is wrapped around himself, thick and already standing at full attention. Usually, when Frankie was in such a position, oftentimes from you sucking him off, he’d start out with his hands bunched in the blankets, sometimes one in the comforter and the other in your hair. But Frankie’s so pent up he’s got his free hand yanked up and clutching the pillow beside his head.

Your lips part, eyebrows still furrowing slightly in confusion. Did he come home early to do… this?

You can see the muscles in his legs when they flex, his toes curling with the intensity of his orgasm. His fingers are wrapped tightly around his shaft, his tip red and bulging with the need for release. But just as you think he’s about to cum, he doesn’t. Instead, you hear a small, punched-out groan, and watch as he stops jerking himself off to wrap a firm fist around his base. Frankie’s hips involuntarily jerk up at the sensation, wanting to release but for some reason, preventing himself from doing so. His moans sound desperate, almost pained, as if he’s been doing this for a longer span than intended. Why won’t he let himself go?

Feeling a bit guilty for having watched him for so long, you take a step back, knocking on the door to make him aware of your presence.

“Fuck,” he jumps, his whole body jerking upward.

He flings himself into an upright position, both hands resting on either side of himself, palms down on the blankets beneath him. When he does so, you lightly push the door open a crack, just enough to let yourself in. You close it behind you, resting your back against it with your hands on top of one another before you speak.

“Hey, babe…” you whisper, glancing up at him.

There’s a warmness on your cheeks, as if you’d been lightly sunburnt. But Frankie, his face looks as if it was touched by the sun itself. His hair is a ragged mess, and his chest is panting faster than you’d seen in a while. When he sat up, he’d tugged his boxers over himself, doing little to hide his incredibly aching erection.

“Hey, um,” he huffs out, turning to look at his side. “What time is it?” he mutters to himself, grabbing his phone off his nightstand. “Oh, shit.”

“When did you get home?” you quietly question, still not approaching him. You’re still not exactly sure what he was doing, and don’t understand why he seems so embarrassed.

“Uh, a – around, around one.”

“Oh,” you reply, now becoming aggravated with your growing confusion.

“Um, how was, how was work?” Frankie stumbles out, clearly trying to distract you from the situation at hand.

“Frankie,” you giggle, finally leaning up off the wall. “Baby, what were you doing?”

He looks away from your gaze, staring down at his phone before dropping it back on the nightstand beside him. His breathing has calmed a bit but is still more hurried than normal. And while he’s starting to bring his heartrate back down, his erection still remains full.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He replies, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

“Frankie,” you repeat, now coming to sit in front of him on the bed. “Should I be worried?” the question comes out light, as if you’re joking. And you are, for the most part.

He swallows thickly at your words, flashing a half-hearted smile before staring back down at his hands.

“Baby,” you reach forward, cupping his face and gently guiding his back to yours. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just,” he huffs out a laugh. “I’m embarrassed.”

“What? Why?”

“I… heard of this thing. It’s called edging. It’s uh, it’s supposed to help guys… last longer… in bed.”

The redness on Frankie’s face must burn light hell because it only grows brighter the longer he talks. But as soon as he finishes his sentence, all the pieces click together.

“Baby, are you really worried about that?”

He only nods, again, his eyes returning to the bed.

“I know I don’t last super long, and… I’m sorry. I just,” he chuckles again, lightly shaking his head. “I can’t help myself with you.”

“Hm,” the hum is happy, giggly, almost. “Frankie, I don’t care how long you last. You always make it feel good.”

Beneath his brow, Frankie stares up at you. “You sure? You don’t have to lie, hermosa. I want to know.”

“I’m not lying, Frankie. You’ve always made me feel amazing, baby. Hell, you’ve made me cum more than all my past boyfriends combined.”

This seems to make Frankie feel better, the embarrassed redness on his face dulling to a bashful blush. And while silence ensues the surrounding space after your words, it’s not awkward. Nothing was ever awkward with Frankie.

He fiddles with his thumbs, sighing out a deep breath. You can tell he feels unsure of what to do, but you seem to already know.

“So, edging… huh?” you ask, a mischievous smirk curling on your lips.

The man’s face is a damn paint palette today with how many times his face shade changes. As soon as you say the words, wide eyes look up at you, the redness flushing out of his face.

“How’s it feel?” you continue, placing a hand on his knee and letting it slowly rise.

As if he wasn’t already hard enough, he throbs lightly when your hand reaches his thigh, your fingers petting lightly at the light amount of hair covering his skin.

He swallows again, his head beginning to nod. “Good.” He whispers, already entranced by your movements.

“I bet,” you whisper in return. “You look like you’re aching, baby.”

Frankie’s lips part when your hand skims lightly over his crotch, a small gasp slipping out, only to see you teasingly land on his other thigh.

“You wanna try edging, baby? It feels good?”

When you look up after saying the words, you can see that Frankie’s speechless. All he does is nod, his lips doing their best to form some sort of response but falling short.

“Okay,” you coo, leaning up to begin slowly leaning over him.

In all seriousness, Frankie’s so fucking worked up that he’s dying for any type of stimulation on his cock that isn’t coming from his own hand. Even though he was embarrassed at first, he’s incredibly relieved that he lost track of time so soon, making the hour between your schedules fly by until you came home. And he’s fucking thrilled you want to try edging him.

And in your own mind, you’re just as turned on as he is. Well, maybe not ‘edging myself for more than an hour’ turned on, but turned on, nonetheless. Seeing Frankie play with himself was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You loved seeing him jerk himself off, his large, strong fist wrapped so tightly around the thickness of his length, seeing his forearm bulge and flex as he worked to get himself off. Jesus Christ, you were dying to feel each other, and you didn’t even know.

With one hand on his upper thigh, you place the other on his chest, gently urging him back down. He grumbles lightly as he complies, not in discontentment but in overwhelming arousal as he watches you take the lead. With nimble fingers, you find the waistline of his boxers, Frankie immediately lifting his hips off the bed so you can slide them down. The combination is his slight hip movements along with you pulling his clothing down force his cock to bob out of his cloth restraints, smacking against his lower stomach. You hum happily, both from the sight and from the noise Frankie exudes. He seems quite worked up already.

“So sensitive already, hm?” you coo, shuffling further between his thighs.

“Uh-huh,” Frankie whines, placing another pillow behind his head so he’s propped up enough to watch.

“Oh…” you moan, looking down at his incredibly needy parts.

His tip is almost purple, the telltale sign of Frankie edging for at least thirty minutes, if not an hour. His shaft is wet, too, but not from his spit. It’s noticeable that the shine is due to the ungodly amount of precum oozing from his tip. And whether it’s intentional or not, he throbs when you move your face to rest directly over his crotch.

Both of your hands rest on his thighs, using them for purchase so you can lean further down. Just before your mouth reaches his tip, you slide to the side, planting a wet kiss on the trail of hair barely peaking out below his shirt. You love this little line of hair, the one leading from his naval down. He sighs at the feeling of your warm kiss, groaning lightly when he feels your tongue flick out to lick up the path. You continue to kiss his skin, lightly licking and sucking as you make your way up. One hand rises to lift his shirt higher until Frankie becomes impatient and tugs it off altogether. You giggle at this, licking a path up his stomach and to his chest, lightly sucking red marks onto his skin as you go. When you reach his right nipple, you can audibly hear him gasp, watching intently as you flick your tongue over the peak.

“Baby,” he grunts out, voice lower than you’d heard it in weeks.

“Shh…” you coo, retreating back down the curves and dips of Frankie’s body.

Your tongue laves over his chest, the muscles beneath it that flex and tense. The wetness of your mouth also dances along his ribcage and stomach, the skin that has softened with age. He’s always been shy to show it, but you couldn’t love it any more. It was always your favorite area to bite.

When you finally make your way back down to his hips, you sit up, resting back on your heels. You smirk at Frankie’s deep rumble of oh god yes when you quickly lift your shirt off, tossing it to the ground. When you return to Frankie’s gorgeous body, he ruts his hips up against the plushness of your chest, hanging a mere inches away from where he needs you most.

He’s surprised to see you trail even lower, watching as you descend past his cock. You lick and nip along the inner flesh of his thighs, rubbing the sturdy muscle of them as you work. He continues to leak up above you, Frankie’s eyebrows folded up as he whines at your teasing act. The crease between his thigh and crotch find itself under the mercy of your tongue, the hot wetness of it trailing along the folds of his skin. He feels as if it’s been hours since you got home, hours since he last touched his cock, but it’s only been a few minutes. Maybe ten, at best. But he can feel your fingers and tongue and mouth all over his skin, all over his body in the places surrounding where he needs you most and fuck if he didn’t need you more than ever in this very moment.

“No, baby.” You protest, lifting your head to see one his hands trailing down to his crotch. You take it in your own, kissing it lightly and rising your eyes to keep his gaze as your tongue licks over his palm. “Let me do it for you. Let me rub your dick for you.”

“Oh…” he groans, the sound guttural and deep as he allows you to return his hand to the bedsheets.

Your chest sighs contentedly at this, at watching him relax under your touch. Such a compliant boy.

“Let me take care of you…” you hum, lustful eyes strolling over Frankie’s beautiful body.

He was clearly physically frustrated when you entered, and now that you’re seeing him grow even more impatient, you decide to give in. Frankie has his eyes closed when you finally decide to play with his cock, releasing a high-pitched and clearly surprised gasp when he feels your cool spit drip down onto him.

You’re leaning over him again, your lips pursed as you watch the clear liquid descend. And when the first dribble ends, you give another, watching it land on his cock and slide around his base, down his stomach and to his balls. You don’t care if it’s sloppy, and neither does he; you both like it that way.

“Baby, baby please.” He whimpers, the muscles in his arms and chest doing their best to refrain himself from his own sinful intentions.

“What, Frankie?” you ask, giving him innocent doe eyes as you finally grip him in hand.

The sensitivity Frankie displays is incredible, more so than you’ve ever seen before, at least within this amount of time. Hurried gasps and pants force themselves out of his throat when you grab him, gripping him firmly before you begin to languidly move your fist.

“Y – yeah, yes. Hm… fuck…” he closes his eyes, nodding intently in agreement to your new movements and silently begging you not to stop.

“Does that feel good? Hm?” you sigh, giving him slow, tight strokes.

You lift yourself, your hand not leaving Frankie’s thick cock as your other hand rests beside him on the bed. He watches you move with those deep brown eyes, his stare intense but they close as soon as your lips reach h is neck. The feeling of your breath on his skin, your hot mouth and tongue running across his throat and neck, it makes it incredibly hard for him to not cum right then and there.

“You like when I touch you here, Frankie?” you ask, licking a gentle stripe up the shell of his ear. “Tell me, baby.”

“Mhm, yes. Yes baby, I, I fucking love it.”

“Yeah?” you coo, your remark teasing in its entirely.

“Yeah.” He whines, the noise desperate and high as he nods once again.

“What about here?” you hum, lowering your hand to the plump, rounded flesh of his balls.

“Fuck, fuck.” He huffs out, clearly surprised.

You roll the tender skin in your hand, palming at them lightly and dancing your fingers over their curves.

“Mm…” you whine out loudly in his ear. “Baby, I love them, love having them in my mouth.”

“Oh my god, harder. Give me more, please.” Every time Frankie bucks his hips up against your hand, you lift it higher in response, forcing him to relax if he is to receive any kind of stimulation.

“I get so wet when I think about sucking you off.” you admit, entirely avoiding his desperate requests. “Get so wet thinking about your cock in my throat, thinking about playing with your balls. You like when I lick them, don’t you? You like when I suck them inside and jerk you off?”

“Yes, baby. Sabes que lo hago.” He forces out, feeling powerless beneath you. (You know I do)

“Oh, baby. And when you cum? Oh, I love it when you cum in my mouth, want all of it in my mouth.”

You switch back and forth from gently rubbing his balls to slowly jerking him off, your palm swirling around his head and feeling him pulse from the overstimulation of it all. Frankie’s body begins to tremble below you, his thighs shaking as arms tensing from the overpowering waves you’re forcing through his veins.

“You’re so big, baby, so big it fucking hurts.” You gasp out, becoming nearly as worked up as he is. “You’re so fucking thick, fuck.”

Frankie can’t help himself; he needs something more. His hand comes up, tangling into your hair and guiding your lips away from his neck and over to his mouth. Immediately, his tongue dives in, the two of you massaging your mouths against the other’s. Your hand continues its deviant ministrations along Frankie’s cock, your tugs becoming harder and quicker. He moans wantonly into your mouth, hips shivering as he begins reaching his high. You do your best to time it, to catch him right before he falls off that cliff.

“Uh, fuck!” he grunts out, throwing his head back into the pillows.

You smirk, your hand having stopped its motions and falling to his base. You squeeze him harshly, staving off his orgasm just as he did when you spied on him before coming in. His body rolls along the bed, his back arching up and then back down as he tries to calm himself down.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You coo, placing a kiss atop Frankie’s sweaty forehead.

The tip of his cock is covered in precum, the slippery goodness of it pouring down his cock, over your fist and down to the skin of Frankie’s stomach.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, por favor cariño, yes.” he begs, whining and moaning above you. (Yes, please baby, yes)

Upon hearing his answer, you quickly scramble down to your knees, shuffling back between Frankie’s gorgeous thighs. Frankie’s pre-spend keeps pouring out, the amount of it honestly shocking to you.

“Please lick it up,” he begs, whimpering further up on the bed. “Baby, take me in your mouth. Please, please.”

Your pretty eyes glance up at him, finally lowering your face down to his crotch. He watches with raises brows and an open mouth as you finally lay your tongue out. Delicately, you place the heat of your tongue along his frenulum, lightly rolling the wet muscle around his pulsing tip.

“O – oh,” he cries out, hips and thighs trembling.

With an incredibly delicious moan, you flatten your tongue out, licking a long, heated stripe up the underside of his almost purple cock. It’s slow and languid and is all Frankie needs to reach his release. He was already incredibly horny when you arrived, but seeing you worship his body and edge him for that much longer made him lose his fucking mind.

Your tongue is about halfway up as he starts to cum, the thick ropes spurting out his tip as you continue moving up. His vision becomes blurry from the intense force of it, his body locking up with the debilitating amount of bliss washing through it. Frankie’s hips rut up into the air, the movement forceful as he does it. Frantic grunts and groans punch out of his throat, his eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He’s so overwhelmed one of his hands reaches down, clutching the fabric of the bedspread in hand while the other fists the pillow beside his head. His toes curl, knees lifting slightly but you put your hands on his thighs to keep him down.

His cum continues to pour out, running down his length and into the curls at his base. You lift your hand to keep the mass of it from spilling down onto the bed, honestly shocked at the amount. It’s more than you’d ever seen from him, and it forces the fire in your belly to grow to new heights.

“Oh, Frankie, baby…” you moan, hungrily lapping at his tip while your hand jerks him off.

Frankie’s eyes shoot open when he feels you do so, chocolate curls now sticking to his forehead from sweat. He’s panting and gasping and crying out as he rides through it, watching while you guide him back down.

Usually, you’d swallow for Frankie, but since you were unable to do that, you lay your tongue out to gradually lick it up. He sounds exhausted, hips lightly rolling up into your mouth as you lick all around his shaft and base. Your tongue even trails down to his balls, licking the salty, white liquid from his rounded skin. It feels filthy to him, exciting and dirty to be laid out like this, his legs spread open as you lick and suck on the space between his thighs.

You’re unable to clean him of it all but are satisfied enough with your partial cleaning to get up and retrieve a wet cloth. You grab one from the ensuite, running it under lukewarm water and returning to gently run it over his stomach thighs. His eyes are still closed when you return, but he’d noticed when you’d gotten up. He was entirely too tired to ask where you went off too but could guess what you were up to.

Those deep, loving brown eyes open when he feels the rag on his skin, smiling while he continues to work on controlling his breath. You return his affections, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss when you’re finished. Frankie then rolls on his side to watch as you move around the room, tossing the dirty washcloth in the clothes bin, and taking off the clothes you’d worn to work and exchanging them for a much comfier set.

“You feel good, baby?” you coo, climbing next to him in bed.

“So fucking good,” he sighs out, a small swallow and shake of his head as his eyes bat closed.

“Maybe we can try that the next time we’re in bed,” you offer, snuggling into his side and offering an all-too teasing kiss considering the event that just occurred.

To your surprise, Frankie turns, a wicked smile on his face as he cups your jaw.

“Baby, we’re definitely trying that the next time we’re in bed.”

You return his excited grin, welcoming his passionate kiss. You always loved Frankie’s lack of concern when he kissed you after you gave him head, he actually liked it. Both of you found it incredibly hot to see him taste his own spend. Maybe you’ll include that next time, too.

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 3,056 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Sub Aaron Hotchner, Inspection, Office sex, Semi-public sex, Oral sex, Tie as restraint, Multiple orgasms, Unprotected sex, Hickies, Subspace, Aftercare Summary: Aaron is having a no good, very bad week, and everyone in the BAU is paying the price. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published work. :) Part of my Aaron/OC Sophie series but can be read alone.

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Aaron is having a no good, very bad week, and everyone in the BAU is paying the price.

“He’s being a tyrant,” Morgan gripes as he and Sophie are in the break room after the morning meeting. “Barking orders, looking at me with those narrowed eyes like I'm a goddamn criminal for taking a piss break.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Sophie says, steeping her tea. “He’s just having a really hard time this week. Expense reports and evaluations and budget reviews are all due at once, and we’ve been so busy travelling for cases that he hasn’t had time to start on any of it. He’s just stressed; he doesn’t mean anything by it.” JJ and Emily walk in looking aggravated, and Sophie is willing to bet they just had a run in with Aaron as well.

“Can’t you just fuck it out of him? Isn’t that what you guys do? Heal each other’s wounds lovingly with lots of kinky sex?” Sophie rolls her eyes at Emily.

“Yeah, sure, that’s how it works. And I have totally been fucking him, for the record, but it’s fast-acting, not long-lasting. Don’t know what to tell you.”

“Well that sucks,” JJ mumbles, and Sophie frowns.

“Trust me, no one is more sorry than I am that I can’t ride his dick 24/7.” She sighs, because he has been truly miserable, and she’s not sure what else she can do to help. She’s tried sexy things, sweet things, comforting things, helpful things, letting him just be crabby for a day… nothing. She’s usually the only one who can tame the beast he becomes when he’s the toxic combo of stressed, anxious, and irritated, but she’s out of ideas, and everyone is out of patience.

Even submitting deeply to him, which is usually her last resort, because it’s time consuming, only made him feel better until work the next—huh.

Okay, maybe she does have one trick left up her sleeve. It’s not quite time for lunch yet, but Sophie walks into Aaron’s office, shuts and locks the door behind her; she presses her back against it, and when he looks up from his form to give her his full attention, she steps forward.

“Open your pants.” He swallows, carefully sets down the pen he’s holding.

“What, baby?”

“I said open your pants, Aaron. Now. Time for a cock inspection.” He closes his eyes, exhales, and stands, opens his belt, pulls down his zipper. She walks closer, hands clasped behind her back like she’s going to administer an SAT and not play with his dick until he’s uncomfortably hard and begging to come. “Lean up against your desk for me.”

He does as instructed, cock bobbing free, his palms pressed to the top of the desk for support, and she pushes his chair back, stands in front of him, moves her hands to her hips.

“Okay, baby, you know what I’m looking for. I want to see your big, hard cock—I know I surprised you, so I’ll give you some time.” She leans in, wraps a couple of fingers around the base to hold him steady, rubs the tip of another finger gently over the slit. He’s not fully hard yet, but getting there quickly; submitting to her is something that never fails to get him going, even if it doesn’t happen very often. “If you dribble out a little precome for me, I’ll reward you,” she reminds him, looking up, and his chest is heaving, his eyes dark.

She’s still turned on by how broad his shoulders are, how his big hands splay out on the desk, fingers spread; that doesn’t change just because he’s submissive. Sometimes it can be hard to remember he’s not being daddy, because she always thinks of him as daddy, but this is special, and she knows he needs her to be in charge today, so she focuses, for him.

“When it’s time, I’ll want your come in my mouth, and I’ll want a lot of it. If you don’t come enough for me, if you don’t fill my mouth, baby, you’ll be disciplined. Understand?” He nods.

“I understand.” She smiles, just a bit.

“Good boy. I know you’ll be perfect for me, because you always want to please me. You give me everything I want.” She runs a hand over his chest, gropes a little. “I won’t make you undress for this, since we’re at work, but tonight I want you stripped down and waiting for me on the bed when we get home. I want to taste you everywhere.” She leans up to lick the underside of his chin, and he blows out a trembling breath. “Understand?”

“I understand,” he rasps, and she pulls back, gets down on her knees so she’s at eye-level with his dick.

“Good boy,” she says right to it, and Aaron flexes his hands, moans softly. It’s very hard now, thick and veiny and hot, standing up without her help, and she curls her tongue around his balls, squeezes them with her fingers. “Mmm. Your balls are full, Aaron. I bet you’ll have some come left for me even after I swallow for you. I wonder if I could keep you hard enough to put it in my pussy; it might be a little uncomfortable, but you’d let me try, right?”

“My body is yours to use however you want, baby,” he murmurs, and she looks up, scrapes her nails over his lower belly. He licks his lips.

“Yes it is. We’ll see.” She looks back down, runs her fingers up the shaft slowly, rubs a little in a way that will provide just enough friction to make him desperate for more and provide no relief. “You got long and stiff for me quickly today, sweet boy. Very good work.” She swipes her tongue up his length, and he bucks his hips once before stilling again. She squeezes his thigh. “You get a warning for that, Aaron, but just one. Keep still for me; you know the rule.”

“I’m sorry. I know the rule,” he pants, and she licks him again, three times in succession; his hips remain still.

“That’s better. Are you drippy for me?” she asks rhetorically, and she pulls down on his dick to get a better look at the slit. There is a pool of precome, surely enough, that spills down the head at her touch, and she puts her mouth on him far enough to catch the drop, sucks softly as she pulls off. “Mmm. Tastes good, delicious boy. Maybe when you come I’ll keep my mouth open, so you can see how much you’re giving me. I hope it will be enough, because I’d hate to have to discipline you.”

“I hope so too,” he says, his voice tense with arousal. She brings her fingers to the head, presses against it so it’s laying against his stomach, and rubs a little, again more of a tease than anything. That doesn’t stop Aaron’s breath from hitching, his knuckles from turning white against the edge of the desk. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mm hmm. Feels good, doesn’t it? Everything I do feels good when I touch you so little; you’re desperate for it, my perfect boy. Perfect, horny, desperate boy.”

“Everything you do feels good always, baby. I’m so fucking desperate for you,” he pants. She stands smoothly, takes his chin in her hand, and pulls him down for a deep, wet kiss they both moan into.

“Time for your reward,” she breathes when the kiss breaks. “Then more inspection. You are not allowed to come. If you waste your orgasm, you won’t get another until Sunday. Do you understand?” It’s only Thursday, so this would be pure torture and they both know it. Aaron nods, wets his lips.

“I understand.”

“Good boy,” she says, and she puts her hands on his body, moves him toward the chair, gestures for him to sit in it. He does, and she steps between his knees, wraps a hand around his tie, pulls it so he’ll look up at her. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. I know you’re going to like this reward, but you know what to say if you want to stop, right?” He nods tightly.

“I know what to say. Thank you. I love you.”

She hums, kisses him again, then unknots the tie, pulls it off slowly. His hands are resting on the arms of the chair, and she takes the tie and wraps it around one several times, knots it tightly. Aaron groans, tips his head back, and he looks so fucking sexy she could combust.

“Where’s your spare?” she asks, ignoring his sounds, ignoring her throbbing pussy, and he points to the third drawer on the left hand side. She opens it, finds the other tie, restrains his free arm just like the other; she is soaking wet when she admires her handiwork, and she’s very glad it’s reward time. Leaning against the desk like he did, she shimmies her skirt up, hops onto it, stretches back, supported by her hands. “Eat me until I come, Aaron. Don’t be afraid to get messy.”

He whimpers, and he’s still a little too far away for that, so she pulls his chair closer with her feet and hitches her knees up, giving him an unobstructed view of her bare, wet pussy. She praises herself for slipping away to the bathroom to take off her panties before coming up here.

“Jesus,” he groans, and he leans in, dips his tongue inside her immediately, collecting her slick, and her hips stutter, taking him deeper. “Mmh.” She runs her fingers through his hair, scrapes at his scalp, makes him moan again.

“Good boy. That feels so good. Fuck me with your tongue, baby, I want to feel it.” She’s sure it’s not that easy, without his hands to help, but he does shove it repeatedly inside of her, and she rocks against his face, keeping his rhythm. “Yes, sweet boy, just like that. So perfect, Aaron.”

He keeps it up for a couple of minutes, then pulls back, takes a deep breath and dives back in, licking up her slit to change things up, sucking on her lips. She rolls her body, both hands on his head, and squeezes her thighs together briefly; it feels really good, but also gets Aaron moaning like nothing else, and she has to shush him so no one hears.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you like that, but we have to keep quiet, sweetheart. If you want to come, you need to keep quiet.” She tugs him by his hair so he’ll lift off of her pussy; his mouth is shiny and wet, lips red, eyes wide and deep and dark, and she has half a mind to just say fuck it and let him dick her down on the desk, let the whole office hear, but she takes a deep breath, composes herself like a good little domme. “Are you alright to finish me, or was that enough?” she asks, and he nods, frantic.

“I want to finish, please. I want to eat your come, please,” he tells her, and she bites down hard on her bottom lip and brings his head back between her legs. That’s an offer she can’t refuse.

“Oh, fuck, yes, sweet boy,” she praises softly as he doubles down on his efforts to get her off. She wraps her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, pulls him closer, hooks her legs over his shoulders and tries her best to keep quiet as he brings her—sloppily but oh so wonderfully—to a leg-shaking, heart-pounding, breathless climax.

The first thing she wants to do after is slide off the desk into a puddle on the floor, but Aaron will need praise and affection from her, she remembers. She leans up, still a little shaky, and rubs her hands over his back as he laps at her come and slick as promised. Whoo boy. Naturally, Aaron finds a way to make his special sub time revolve around her pleasure and his prowess, however unintentionally.

“That’s enough, my good boy. You did amazing, baby, let me see your handsome face.” He looks up at her, rests his head on her thigh, thoroughly exhausted in a way you can only be after serving someone with everything you have. Real subspace is rare for him, but he’s there, and she’s glad. She knows he needed it desperately. “So perfect, sweetheart. My incredible, gorgeous husband. I love you so much.”

She reaches behind her, grabs some tissues Aaron keeps handy for tears and/or sex fluids, and cleans off his face, curls to take it in her hands so she can kiss him soft and sweet and loving.

“Did you come, baby?” she asks gently, and he shakes his head no. She caresses him, hugs him, kisses his face. “Oh, so smart and obedient. Amazing boy. Are you ready to finish inspection?”

“Yes, please,” he says softly, and she kisses his lips, pushes his chair back a little, and gets on her knees in front of him.

His cock is covered in precome now, but thankfully none got on his pants; she cleans him up slowly with her tongue, and he whimpers, his body practically trembling with need.

“Please. Please, Sophie,” he says, breathing hard. She takes one soft lick of his head and brushes her fingers through his hair.

“Shh. I’ve got you, baby. Your cock is perfect today, just like always—big and hard and pretty, wet and hot and delicious. Time to come for me, lots and lots, sweetheart, okay?” She runs her hands over his body, and he nods, leans down for a kiss.

She puts her mouth around him, strokes him, sucks him wet and tight, and, unsurprisingly, he finds his orgasm quickly, grips the arms of the chair tightly, gasps in pleasure. She slowly opens her mouth while stroking him, so he can watch himself spurt onto her tongue, and he’s blinking slowly, sighing deeply when he’s finished.

Only, he’s not finished, as she recalls. She climbs into his lap, pets his head, runs her hands over his bound arms, and kisses his lips.

“Can I fuck you, sweet boy? One more orgasm for both of us; I know you can do it.” He groans but nods his head, and she lines him up at her entrance, sinks down to take him in easily. They both moan louder than they should, and she rides him fast and hard, tugging his hair, biting his throat. “Yes, baby, perfect, baby. You came so good for me before, so much, perfect. You can come for me again, just a little. Just a little, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fuck. Sophie, fuck,” he groans, and she works the collar of his shirt open, bares the fleshy part of his shoulder, and bites and sucks a hickey there while she moves in his lap, fingers still tight against his scalp. “Yes, please, harder.” She’s not sure if he wants her mouth, hand, or hips to go harder, so she goes for all three, and he grunts and comes inside her again, just barely, but the way his body shakes tells her it was good regardless.

“Perfect, sweet, good boy, that’s just what I wanted. You came for me again, baby. God, you’re so good.” She focuses all her attention on his face, his mouth, kissing him and whispering into his ear, and then she comes too and they spend a moment just looking at each other, panting against each other’s lips.

When she feels like she might be able to climb out of his lap without tipping over, she does, gets to work untying his arms right away. He flexes his wrists, stands carefully, and puts both hands on her face, kisses her with such passion she almost falls, too. When he pulls back, he wets his lips, exhales deeply.

“My god, baby.” The corner of her mouth twitches up in a smile, and he smiles too, even though she’s fucking destroyed him; she thinks it was kind of what he needed, to crumble like ash so he can rise from it a little healthier, a little happier. She grabs more tissues and cleans off his cock, helps him get himself back together. She already misses the bruise she put on him, wishes she could leave his collar open for the world to see, but she’ll get to play with it tonight, so things could be worse.

“You were being a real beast today, sweetheart. It was the only thing I hadn’t tried, and the villagers were about to come burn down your castle, so… Figured it couldn’t hurt.” She leans up to kiss him, then cleans up her own situation, lets him fluff her hair and straighten her clothes because he likes doing that for her. “So here’s some water for the love of my life,” she says, handing him his bottle, “and I can run down to grab our lunches in a minute. Would you like to cuddle on the sofa first?”

They do, and he puts her legs in his lap and just clings to her, presses his face against her throat, breathes against her pulse. She sits with her arms wrapped around his shoulders, slips her fingers through his hair, and when there’s only a little time left in their lunch hour he tells her he’ll come down with her to grab their food, to refill his water bottle.

The atmosphere in the bullpen is a little tense when they pass through, but on their way back up to his office, she makes a joke about her being the beauty and him being the beast, and how that makes the others teacups and wardrobes and candlesticks (JJ is the teacup, Derek is the wardrobe, Spencer is the candlestick, that’s just how it is) and they both laugh, and sigh, and smile. She’s missed this while he’s been unhappy, hopes to god it lasts. Friday morning, Aaron is in a great mood, and they have sleepy, happy morning sex, and then they pick up donuts and good coffee for everyone, and Sophie gets several pats on the back from the members of her team.

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