#like I don’t know if they sat down and were like ‘yes make this one more human this is what the kids want’

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A Helping Hand | Jack Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when the boys learn that you've never finished, it's only right that they change that for you.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, threesome, oral (f & m receiving!), unprotected sex, fingering, swearing, mentions of drinking.

word count: 7.02k

authors note: is it really a trevor and jack threesome from me, without @sweetestdesire's help? no, no it is not... all jokes aside though this may be the dirtiest piece that I have ever written? like i embraced my inner slut, whore and everything inbetween while writing this so I do hope that you enjoy it! I know I did so we may end up with the first series of the year with this one!

Nobody truly remembered how you all got there.

Sat around the camp fire with a blanket thrown over your legs and a beer in your hand. 

It was these little moments at the lake house that you adored so much. Luke was in the chair next to you, allowing you to send him the occasional whisper after the boys did something stupid. 

Tonight was one of those nights as Cole managed to convince the group to play never have I ever, after Quinn’s suggestion of truth or dare was quickly shot down by Jack reminder of how he had to go skinny dipping in the lake. When the boys stole his clothes and locked him outside, it was the first and last time truth or dare made an appearance at the lake house.

You sighed thinking to yourself of a question“never have I ever done the walk of shame.” It was a good one to get most of the guys to drop a finger as Luke had told you about many of their escapades throughout their careers. 

A while left Trevor’s lips “that one isn’t fair!” He grumbled dropping another finger leaving him with only two up.

Alex looked at the group of girls that had joined you guys as he had found one he wanted to make a move on “never have I ever faked an orgasm.” The boy swore he was going to do a dance of happiness when he saw the blonde one he had been talking to, keep her finger up whilst the first around her thought about their answers.

Your finger went down hoping that someone else would have a much more interesting story to share than you “are you seriously telling me that your little football player boyfriend was shit in bed?” Trevor asked as he let out a laugh seeing your cheeks turn a shade of red. 

Jack turned to you, matching his friend’s curious expression “who is to say it was even with him?” It was something he had never even wondered about before, but now everyone’s eyes were on you as most of the people around that fire knew of your entire love life “she does not need to answer if she doesn’t want to.” Quinn sent you a friendly smile, Luke nodded in agreement with this being something that he didn’t even know about. 

You let out a sigh of relief “yeah why don’t we move on?” There was a pleading sense in your voice that made everyone accept your request. 

Well almost everyone, as the night went on and people went home or to bed. You were left with Trevor, Jack and Luke “you want another beer?” Luke asked as he got up with his empty beer bottle “please.” You nodded, the older two boys giving the same response. 

This was the first opportunity that they got to truthfully ask the question that plagued their minds all night “so was it Jake?” Trevor blurted out as he turned his attention to you “what about the theatre kid before him?” Jack truthfully never liked that one, thankfully he only lasted one summer. 

You toyed with your bracelet “if I tell you do you promise to keep it to yourselves?” If it got out you knew half of the people there would never look at you the same. 

Hell you weren’t even sure if Trevor and Jack would see you the same way again “we will not tell a soul.” They both nodded at the same time, practically sat on the edges of their seats. 

You let out a sigh, rubbing your lips together “it was all of them.” Those words made them freeze “you faked it with every single guy you’ve been with?” Jack let out a shocked laugh when you nodded. 

Trevor felt confused “I didn’t realise you were with such shit guys.” Some of the guys had notable reputations too “it wasn’t their faults-” you tried to give them some grace within the situation. 

But Jack was having none of it “if you have to fake it then it is on him.” Of course that’s what he’d say, the man prided himself on how good he was in bed after all. You had been privy to hearing the mutters through the wall when you stayed over to see Luke. 

The Ducks player nodded in agreement “we won’t tell them if you think they were shit.” He added wanting so desperately to hear more of this “it’s me okay!” Your words suddenly made them both go quiet. 

Their eyes went wide “I can’t cum so when I have sex I have to fake it.” Your voice was quieter as you didn’t know where Luke was “and before you ask yes I know my body is clearly broken-” you were cut off by the sound of the sliding door opening from the house. 

Luke walked out with the four beers in his hands “what is broken?” The three of you looked like kids caught with your hands in the cookie jar in that very moment “oh just the door of my closet in the apartment.” You quickly recovered, it wasn’t a lie. In fact, it was actually something you needed to fix.

He stared at you for a moment before he nodded “wait until I visit and I can help you.” Luke offered making you nod “sounds like a plan.” You sent him a smile, ignoring the conversation that you had just had with the boys. 

It seemed that even if you were able to sleep soundly amongst all of Luke’s snoring, Jack and Trevor were plagued with thoughts. Neither one could fall asleep as they sat there thinking about what you had said. 

How was it that a girl like you could have a problem that seemed so unbreakable? 

“Just so we’re both on the same page, she clearly has a shit taste in guys right?” Trevor blurted out as he stared at the ceiling “I mean it has to be that right?” He added not even sure if Jack was listening. 

Jack let out a harsh sigh “but how is she going got accept that?” He rolled over knowing that he shared the same thoughts “well I mean there is one way we could do it.” Trevor trailed off figuring, that it was the should have been obvious. 

The Hughes boy let out a laugh “yeah like she’s ever gonna go for that.” He shook his head rolling over to look out the window as he tried to force himself to go to sleep.

A party echoed out in the yard, music blared through the speakers as you made your way upstairs “I’m telling you that she’s not going to go for it.” Jack pinched the bridge of his nose as he chugged back the remainder of his beer “why not?” Trevor whined crossing his arms. 

He took in a large amount of air in when he sighed “it’s not like she exactly has any other better options than sticking to never coming.” Those words made you freeze in front of their door. Why were they talking about you, and what was their potential option to help you? 

Your cheeks grew warm when your mind began to travel “because you think little miss perfect is gonna fuck the two of us to prove that she just has a shit taste in boys?” Those words made you scoff, it was a response that was a little louder than you had hoped when the boys went quiet “shit.” Jack was quick to open the door. 

Both of them were visibly relieved to see it was just you “care to join us?” Jack smirked at the sight of the irritated expression on your face “I am not little Miss Perfect.” You announced sticking your finger in his face. 

It was the response he wanted, knowing you had taken the bait “so why don’t you give us a chance then?” Trevor spoke up from behind the younger boy who nodded in agreement. 

Your fists clenched into balls “over my dead body.” You were embarrassed as you stormed off in the direction of your room “on a scale of one to ten how badly do you think we fucked up?” Trevor asked hearing the door slam behind you. 

Jack sucked at his teeth “I would lean closer to ten.” He nodded thinking about what would happen if Luke were to find out about what was said. 

The night had grown dark as you tried to push the boys comments back to the bottom of your mind. It was something that so negatively failed, especially when you began to picture those two. 

You had ended up in the bathroom having a shower trying to calm yourself down at first “fuck!” You grumbled letting your fingers thrust into your cunt as the steam stuck to your skin. 

Your body had started to shrivel like a prune due to how long you had been in there. Your body was hot as the image of Jack and Trevor lingered on your mind, picturing how they’d kiss you and morph your body in the ways they wanted to use you. You weren’t an idiot, if they were talking about you then it was clearly a competition in their minds. 

The peaks of your nipples throbbed as this clearly wasn’t working. Defeat wasn’t something that you accept gracefully, and that’s why you muttered to yourself as you grabbed one of Luke’s shirts and threw it on. Bringing your panties up your legs as you sent Luke one last look, as if you were checking that he was indeed asleep. 

You had to try to be quiet as you knew that everyone else was in there room, and with the minimal amounts of chatter that came from Quinn’s room when he spoke to his girlfriend on the phone. It was the timezones that caused him to be awake, but you knew you couldn’t be certain about the other rooms “shit.” You grumbled landing at Trevor and Jacks door to see that there room was empty. Their beds were made with their sandals missing, which only meant that they were downstairs. 

It was a lightbulb moment as you practically raced down using the banister as support. Chatter could be heard from outside and that’s where they were “pass me the blunt.” Jack’s voice was soft, muffled by the glass. 

Your feet brought you up to the door as you sighed knowing that beyond this moment if you wanted to turn back, you wouldn’t be able to “do my eyes deceive me or is little Miss Perfect stood in front of me?” Trevor teased, using the nickname that Jack had as his eyes drank in the sight of you. 

Jack could sense you were nervous “why don’t you come take a hit?” He offered holding the blunt in your direction “don’t know how.” You shook your head, making him smirk. 

Of course, weed was something you hadn’t dabbled in, how were they not surprised “I’ll teach ya.” Jack patted his thigh as he spread his legs open for you to sit there. 

He held the joint between his ring and pointer fingers when you sat down “just suck the air in but don’t inhale it.” The middle Hughes boy knew that you weren’t exactly some chain smoker so he had to help you. 

You nodded as you followed his instructions when he brought the blunt to your lips. Both boys watched on when Jack let his hand travel up the inside of her thigh “there we go.” He cooed until you let out a cough. 

It made them softly laugh when you shook your head “never doing that again.” You announced assuming that it would have done something to calm the nerves that ran through your veins.

Jack brought the blunt to his lips “what brought you down here?” He asked looking at his watch, you were usually fast asleep “I couldn’t sleep.” You confessed wanting sigh when you felt the breeze brush past you. 

Trevor smiled at your words “anything particular that brought the late shower on?” It was clear that your hair was still wet as it drenched the back of the shirt that you made into a dress “do you think you guys can really fix me?” The words made the two boys freeze. 

It wasn’t something that they thought you would come around to “because if I have to spend another fucking unsatisfactory night with fingers between my thighs I’m going to shoot someone.” Jack let out a soft laugh hearing your confession. 

He smiled bringing his lips to your cheek to kiss “you gonna be a good girl for us?” He quizzed you, circling his thumb on the inside of your thigh “let us break you?” He added which made you whimper in response.

Trevor almost felt jealous at how far away he was from you “why don’t we move this inside?” His proposal made your head snap in his direction. You seemed to sense where the boy came from “c’mon pretty girl.” Jack patted your thigh signalling to you to get up. 

Jack had never been more grateful for the fact that he picked a room downstairs, which you at the moment seemed to so happily run into “c’mere.” Trevor shut the door behind him. 

He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. A grin plastered on his face as your head tilted in his direction so that he could kiss you. There present taste of beer mixed with the weed on his tongue that he dragged over your lower lip. A moan escaped your lips as Jack placed his hands on your hips “didn’t forget about you too.” you confessed, turning your head so that you could kiss him too. 

It was rougher when Trevor turned his attention to your neck. His kisses were hungry as he sucked at the skin “n-no marks.” You gasped not wanting to worry about covering more than your bikinis already did. 

Jack finally took a step back as he looked at you “why don’t you show us how you normally try to get off?” Jack’s fingers danced over the hem of Luke’s shirt that hung over your knee. 

Trevor nodded in agreement “doll, it ain’t like we don’t see those pathetic bikinis you wear.” His words were sharp, making you listen as you took a step back, “like you want us to know what is under ‘em.” He added, allowing his eyes to burn your skin.

The boys watched in awe as your fingers gripped at the ends of the shirt, you took in a deep breath in like it was meant to give you some newfound confidence. The room grew warmed as you pulled the white t-shirt off of your body, letting it fall onto the floor when you now stood in just a white thong. They both stood in silence, causing you to bite at your lip with your confidence immediately wavering.

You were quick to reach down wanting to grab the shirt, assuming that the boys thought this was a mistake or that you weren’t as pretty as they thought you’d be “let us get a good look at ya.” Trevor’s hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from leaning over any further. 

 A whistle left his lips when you stood up straight “never thought these tits could ever have looked better than when they were in those bikinis.” His voice was a low growl, letting his fingers cup at your breasts before he gave them a squeeze. 

The feeling made a moan get caught in your throat “god imagine what she’s hiding under those panties?” Trevor turned to Jack, not letting his hands move from your boobs that his thumbs began to massage. 

Possibilities felt endless “you wanna let us see?” Jack asked making you nod. Trevor kissed at your neck whilst you locked your fingers into the sides of your panties. 

The fabric brushed against your skin when Trevor looked down to see your bare mound “don’t know how any of those boyfriends of yours used to let you leave them.” He sighed pressing a kiss against your cheek. 

Jack nodded in agreement “if we had a say you’d always be around ready for us.” Those words made you squirm and force your thighs together. 

Neither one of them were an idiot, easily sensing the effect they had on you “can you sit on the bed for me sweet girl?” Jack cooed tilting your jaw up to him so that he could kiss you. 

That kiss helped settle some of your nerves as you nodded. You sat on the edge of Jacks bed “higher.” Trevor motioned to you to move higher up the bed. 

You drove your hips up until you got sat in the middle of his bed “now why don’t you show us how you get off?” After all that was the entire reason that you were there so it made sense they watched you first.

When you lay down on the bed the boys looked at you like you were the sight for sore eyes “c’mon you can show us.” Trevor’s voice oozed this sense of cockiness as he motioned to you to start, brushing those waves of uncertainty aside.

Your heels pushed up to your ass as you spread your lefs open, seeing the boys stare back at you “need to make it wet.” You whimpered feeling Jack kneel into the bed. 

He took two of his fingers to spread your folds open, saliva pooled in his mouth before he let his spit fall onto your cunt. It ran down your clit making you squirm “that enough?” Jack asked standing back up straight as you nodded. 

You brought your fingers down your stomach and to your slit. The two fingers rubbed over your sensitive nub making the boy’s pants grow tight, your fingers travelled to your cunt as you let them thrust into the hole. The pace you used seemed to be a happy medium using Jack’s spit as some kind of lube that let your fingers create a squelching sound. 

Jack felt his throat grow tight “you think that you add another finger?” He could see how your eyes stuck on his now-formed boner “you want some encouragement?” The boy smirked when you nodded. 

Neither one hesitated to drop their pants as they pulled their cocks out of their boxers “can’t fit.” You shook your head watching as your mouth watered seeing them palm their members. 

Trevor sucked at his teeth “know you can do it.” He encouraged but still that didn’t seem to be enough. 

Your free hand went up to cup your boob, going tease your nipple that had been throbbing since it felt the cool air of Jack’s room “need help.” You pleaded, only ever having two fingers in your hole. Even the guys you dated seemed to stop at two, thinking that it was the perfect number. 

Jack took his precum over the head of his cock as he rubbed it down his length “why don’t you pick who.” If he had it his way he wouldn’t have even given Trevor a chance to get you first. 

When your eyes didn’t leave the Devils players it seemed your answer was written on the walls “no hard feels right?” He smirked tucking his cock back into boxers before he joined you on the bed. 

You sat up letting your back rest against his headboard “gonna relax f’me okay?” Jack asked watching you pull your own fingers from your cunt “okay.” You nodded letting your eyes shut when his thumb circled your clit. 

In the beginning he opted to start easy, with two fingers it was only slightly bigger than what you could fit in yourself “shit.” You whimpered letting your teeth sink into your bottom lip. 

His fingers grazed the spongey area of your cunt “uh huh baby want to hear you.” Jack kissed at your neck wanting to hear you scream “feels good.” You confessed making him nod. 

Jack pressed these opened-mouthed kisses on your jaw as he felt you clench around him “you see how hard you make him?” The Hughes boy turned his eyes to Trevor who palmed his cock at an even quicker pace “feel how hard you make me?” Jack brought your hand with his free one over his boxers. 

You took the time to feel his hard appendage and with that, Jack slid a third finger into your cunt “fuck!” Your toes curled at the new sensation. 

Jack lowered his head to your boob letting his lips wrap around your nipple “right there.” Your head rested against the cool wood behind you. 

His fingers felt every inch of you, the way your cunt clenched around his digits that attacked your needy hole “think you should get her clit Z.” Jack’s words made you whimper as you saw the boy’s swollen red tip look desperate for more of your attention “such a pretty girl ain’t she?” Trevor nodded, joining you on the other side of the bed. 

But he didn’t take the liberty of tucking himself away as he let his fingers tap on your lower lip “and a good listener too huh?” He teased watching your mouth suck at his fingers. 

He was forced to pull them out, not wanting to get too carried away “don’t stop.” There was a feeling you had never felt as Jack curled his fingers in this come hither motion. Trevor added to it letting his fingers drop down between Jacks hand and your clit. His calloused fingers were rough “fuck!” You called out watching Trevor drop his face to your chest. 

The boy clicked his tongue “look at this poor fucking tit all ignored.” He sighed not giving you a chance to respond as he too wrapped his lips around your other nipple. 

Looking down it was a sight of dreams as each boy sucked at your nipples, working in tandem on your clit and your cunt “I feel funny.” You confessed making them both look at each other.

It was encouragement for them to increase the pace of their fingers as Trevor rubbed your clit faster and Jack increased the pace of his thrusts “I think I’m gonna.” You trailed off with wide eyes as your body began to shake not sure if the pleasure was coming from your nipples, clit or cunt, or even a mixture of all three. 

Jack made a muffled grunt against your nipple that sent you over the edge, your face scrunched your face up letting your head jolt. Your cunt clenched around Jacks fingers as your body didn’t stop squirming. The boys didn’t stop there though as they brought you through your orgasm. 

The Hughes boy let his fingers begin to slow as your release didn’t seem to grow any sloppier around his digits “shit baby.” Jack let your nipple drop from his mouth with a pop. Your chest heaved as you nodded enough.” You whimpered feeling them retract their fingers away from you as Trevor finally let your other breast go. 

Trevor and Jack looked at the sight that you were in front of them “why don’t you taste yourself.” Jack offered his fingers bringing them into your mouth “so you can remember your first orgasm.” He added as Trevor had a devilish look in his eyes.

You went to turned your attention to the other boy whilst still sucking on Jacks fingers “I want a proper taste.” Trevor announced settling in between your legs. 

Your body was still sensitive and Jack was able to pick upon that “hey pretty girl.” His voice was soft, his fingers gripped at your jaw turning your head in his direction. 

His eyes caught yours “don’t worry about him right now?” Jack reassured you as Trevor kissed at your thigh “you want to still feel so good right?” Trevor asked wrapping his arm around your thigh when he blew against your cunt. 

The sensation made you squirm “please.” You nodded switching your gaze between both boys “a guy ever eaten this pretty cunt before?” Trevor ran his finger down your slit when he pressed a kiss against your other thigh. 

Jack focused his lips against the hollow of your collarbone “none.” But that wasn’t to say that you never wanted it, the guys you were with just wanted it to be you who went down on them “can’t believe you fucking thought you were the problem.” Jack clicked his tongue watching your eyes stick on Trevor. 

The boy mindlessly stared at your cunt, like he had never seen something so glorious “kiss?” You pleaded looking at Jack who couldn’t help but nod at you. 

His fingers gripped at your jaw as he started kissing you slowly at first. Trevor felt his cock throb watching the scene unfold in front of him. Jacks tongue ended up in your mouth and the Ducks player decided he couldn’t be the only one not having any fun. 

Trevor wrapped his other arm around your bare thigh, allowing your feet to settle on his shoulder blades “fucking hell.” His voice barely above a whisper before his head dropped against your cunt.

His mouth latched over your clit first making you moan into Jacks mouth “such a sweet cunt.” Trevor moaned sending shivers up your spine. The boy let his tongue travel to your weeping hole, his nose grazed your clit as he thrusted his tongue in against your walls. 

Your head fell back as Jack looked down “be a good girl and look at how good Z his making you feel.” He sucked at your earlobe making you whimper. 

Trevor’s eyes locked onto yours, his arms slightly loosened around your legs allowing you to drive your hips close to him “fuck z.” You moaned feeling Jack cup your tits once again “Jacky you’re missing out here.” Trevor confessed placing his thumb on your clit before he went back to fucking you with his tongue. 

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt Jack softly laugh against your skin “don’t have to worry because we’ve got plenty more in ya.” He looked at you through his devilishly long lashes “don’t we baby?” Jack asked as he sucked at your jaw. 

Silence swallowed you up when pleasure lulled in your ears. Trevor had been paying attention which made him scoff “he asked you a question doll.” The boy cupped his hand as he lay a smack against your cunt. 

The movement made you jolt when your eyes burst open “ahh,” you whimpered almost folding your body over “‘m sorry.” You apologised letting your lips form a pout. 

Trevor accepted the apology as he continued. He pressed a kiss against your clit “we just want you to be a good girl.” He sighed licking a stripe down your slit. 

Your thighs tensed around his head “because we don’t have to punish you then.” Your cunt clenched around his tongue as it lolled back into your hole “just wanna make you feel so good tonight.” Jack confessed going back to kissing your lips as you quickly became like a drug to him. 

There was the slightest scent of your perfume that was still on your skin that invaded his nostrils “please.” You nodded practically feeling like a brand new woman as the boys focused on you. 

Jack nodded running his fingers over your collarbone “c’mon sweet girl.” Jack cooed as you bit at your lip “you let this house hear you or else we’re gonna stop.” He warned squeezing your cheeks in his hand. 

Trevor pulled his tongue from your entrance before he let it lay flat running against your clit “seems like little miss perfect wants that.” Trevor taunted latching his lips around the sensitive nub. 

Jack gasped toying with your nipple between his fingers “you want Lukey to see what we are doing to his best friend?” The image made your voice quiver “h-he can’t.” You whimpered shaking your head. 

The boy between your thighs smirked “shame to keep this pretty pussy a secret.” Trevor sighed pressing a kiss against your clit “when she’s all soaked for us, it’s better to keep it our think no?” Jack asked pressing a wet kiss against your throat when you arched your back. 

The Ducks player let his tongue swirl around your sensitive nub, creating a healthy rhythm that caused your thighs to squeeze against his head “all for you.” You nodded with your voice turning breathy, almost angelic to the duo.

Those words went straight to the boys cocks that they were still so desperate to just let burst out, letting it soak your skin “can’t believe you tried to act like you were too good for us.” Jack pinched at your side making you jolt “I’m sorry.” You cried, your throat feeling raw as your heels pushed against Trevor’s shoulder blades. 

Jack smiled raking his fingers through your hair “‘s okay.” He mumbled pecking your lips “all that matters is that you’re here now.” Jack kissed you harder that time when your nails dug into his thigh. 

Trevor let his lips go from your clit as you whimpered not aware of how that hurt him more to stop than you could have known “please she’s been wanting to be a dumb little slut for us.” Trevor’s words were rough as he thrusted his fingers into your cunt. 

His were longer than Jacks but they weren’t as smooth either “please.” You begged clenching your walls around his digits “please what?” Trevor softly bit that the inside of your thigh. 

Your eyes almost rolled back into your head while Jack kissed at your shoulder “make me cum.” You whined wanting nothing more than to feel the high you felt earlier on “how can I say no to that.” Trevor clicked his tongue as he went back to sucking at your clit. 

His fingers did this scissoring motion stretching you out around him. The squelching noises echoed against the walls of the room, mixing with the sounds of your moans that slipped through Jacks kisses “such a spoilt girl ain’t ya.” Jack saw the sweat that formed on your stomach. 

You nodded whimpering against him “want you to cum really good for him okay?” Those words made your toes curl as the coil tightened in your stomach “can I?” You nodded not knowing it was possible for you to do it again. 

Trevor nodded refusing to slow down his thrusts as he grinded his hips into the bed beneath him. Words left your lips in a shaky chant “please fuck please.” You begged squirming as he didn’t relent running his tongue over your clit. 

You huffed shaking your head “c’mon sweet girl you can let go.” Jack egged you on kissing your lips, swallowing the moans from your mouth. 

Your legs shook when Trevor fingered you through your high, your release coating his fingers when the coil snapped in your stomach “shit, holy shit.” Your chest heaved letting your fingers tug at Trevor’s hair to pull him off of you. 

His fingers dropped from your cunt went you kissed him. Your release shone on his chin “fuck.” Trevor moaned feeling your tongue brush against his, your walls clenched around nothing as you knew it was the taste of your pussy on his tongue. 

Jack grunted from beside you as you turned back to look at him. There was a smile on your lips “you ready for one more?” He asked pushing your hair out of your face when you nodded. 

It made Trevor laugh “of course she is.” He mumbled tugging at the hair on the nape of your neck so that he could kiss you again. You felt as if the wind was knocked out of you with the amount of passion in it. 

A moan escaped from your lips “wanna taste you.” Your confession made his cock throb “how can I say no when a little slut asks me so nicely?” He nodded cupping your jaw as he smiled. 

Jack gripped at your sides “gonna let me fuck you while he does that?” Those words made you nod. 

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened but before you knew it Jack was on the end of the bed with his legs hanging over. You were hovering over his hips and of course Trevor stood over you, taking in the sight that you were through your thick eyelashes “remember when you thought you were too good to entertain us?” Trevor taunted you like those words hadn’t been spoken mere hours ago. 

You nodded feeling Jack kiss your shoulder blade “well I think it’s time you give us an apology for being such a fucking brat.” His words were harsh as Jack dragged the head of his cock against your clit “I’m sorry Trevor.” Jacks hand held your hip stopping you from sinking into his cock. 

Trevor laughed shaking his head “you gotta do a whole lot better than that.” His fingers brushed through your hair “and that’s gonna start with you getting on his dick okay?” You were eager to please them both. 

Jack let out a grunt “condom?” He asked when your head leaned against his shoulder “on the pill.” Your words made him gasp finally letting your cunt sink down on his cock. 

The ducks player smirked watching how your jaw went slack “shit this cunt is-wow.” Jack let his teeth gnaw at your shoulder blade. 

Neither one of you moved, taking the chance let your walls stretch around his cock. Trevor palmed himself watching how your eyes screwed shut enjoying how the boy felt inside of you “gonna have to try it one day too.” He nodded as you finally started lifting yourself up against Jack “you ready f’me to fuck you huh?” Jack asked, your head bobbed with your one hand resting on his thigh your nails digging into his skin. 

Jacks blue orbs burnt into the back of your head “this cunt is so perfect god.” He barked wrapping his one arm around your waist to keep your back flush against his chest “don’t stop.” The Devils player drunk in your whimpers while you squirmed. 

He adjusted his legs so that you had spread yours around his. Letting the feelings of pleasure soak over you, not sure how much more of him you could actually take. A grunt came from in front of you, reminding you that it wasn’t just you and Jack in that room.

Trevor’s precum oozed out of his cock and you swore you could see a smirk on his face when your mouth watered “you wanna suck my cock?” He asked watching you nodded. 

His breath grew short when you used your tongue to spread his liquid around his length “shit this mouth is-” Trevor cut himself off as you took more of his cock in your mouth. 

His fingers messily tugged at your hair forming a loose pony at the back of your head, encouraging you to work his cock between your lips “you want more?” He asked seeing how you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

Jack had settled into a rhythm he liked unintentionally knocking your hand off of him. This cause you to reach out at Trevor’s thighs “fuck.” Both boys spoke through gritted teeth as Trevor’s cock hit your throat causing tears to spill from your eyes when you clenched around Jacks cock. 

The ducks player watched how you worked your tongue on the underside of his length “don’t stop pretty girl.” He nodded hearing the squelching of your cunt as Jack fucked you “yeah sweets we wanna use you proper.” Jack cooed gripping at your hip, pinching at the skin. 

You moaned around Trevor almost toppling him over “think you like the idea of us using you.” His words were full of desire, fantasies forming in his mind wanting to go through with them in that moment. 

Sweat stuck to your skin, turning you into a whimper mess “god you’re such a cock hungry slut.” Trevor muttered tugging at your hair eliciting another moan from your lips

The sensation made his eyes screw shut “fuck I’m gonna cum.” Trevor response was mangled, Jack started chasing his own high that was quickly approaching when he heard that message “you gonna let me make a mess in this pretty little mouth of yours?” He brought his one hand forward from your hair. 

His thumb brushed against your cheek “mhm.” Tears streamed down your cheeks while your eyes darted up to his. 

Trevor’s movements increased fucking your face as if you were his own hand. He took that moment before he became undone. His hand held you in place so his release hit the back of your throat all at once. 

Your throat gagged at the new sensation causing his cock to twitch before he went lax letting go of your hair. You hollowed out your cheeks as you let your lips swallow every last drop of what had been on his skin cleaning him up in the process. 

Gasps escaped from your lips causing droplets of his release to drip out of the side of your mouth “don’t go making a mess now.” Trevor clicked his tongue catching it with his thumb before he brought it into your mouth. 

Your lips wrapped around his digit swirling your tongue around it like it was his cock all over again “fuck I’m gonna make a mess in this pussy.” Jack announced feeling that he was close. 

His pace turned animalistic and if Trevor wasn’t in front of you, you swore you would have fallen over “such a tight cunt.” The boy moaned with his eyes glued to the way your folds swallowed his cock. 

Trevor felt himself grow hard again “such a pretty little cock drunk slut ain’t ya?” He asked watching your eyes grow glassy “yeah.” You cried hearing how your thighs slapped against Jack with every thrust of his cock. 

He almost felt as if he could feel your guts he was so deep, touch places you didn’t even know were in you “needed you both so bad.” You were surprised you were able to form a coherent sentence “knew you were always gonna be so desperate for us.” Trevor almost laughed watching your head bob as you nodded along. 

Your mouth watered seeing how his cock still oozed while his hand ran along the underside of it “you wanna feel this too pretty girl?” It was almost the sweetest thing he had said that night. 

It seemed to throw you off as you chewed at your lip sensing you were close “or maybe we should stop until this little slut remembers how to talk.” The threat held no weight as Jack was far too close with your walls squeezing his cock to let you off of him, but that wasn’t something that you considered “please Z.” Your moan sounded like you were a pornstar letting the whimpers of desperation escape from your throat. 

Trevor crouched down pumping his cock once more before he let the head sit in your clit “shit doll you like that?” Jack asked feeling you clench around him “so good.” You nodded letting your head fall against his shoulder. 

The sight was something Trevor swore should have been in the Louvre. His cock dragged over your clit matching the pace of Jacks thrusts. The Hughes boy was desperate to get you to cum first because he knew that the moment he finish he was a goner. 

Trevor begun to kiss at your throat which he now had the perfect spot to do as such “go on.” Trevor mumbled sucking at your sweet skin “make a mess on Jacky boys cock.” Your breathy gasps filled the room as your eyes screwed shut. 

Jack grunted from behind you “yeah baby make a mess for me.” Between Jacks cock fucking you senseless, Trevor’s cock against your clit and now both boys marking up your throat you were done. 

You shuttered out a cry while your face contorted letting tears fall from your shut eyes as your orgasm ripped through you. Neither boy stopped what they were doing, wanting to guide you through your orgasm “shit shit so good!” Jack sputtered out feeling your cunt clench around him. 

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as his cock shot warm sticky ropes of release into your cunt “fucking hell.” Trevor softly laughed against your throat when the younger boy lulled his thrusts before he kissed your shoulder. 

Your chest heaved trying to catch your breath you lay against Jack slowly coming back to, before you softly clenched around him remembering that he was still there “you with us baby?” Jack asked brushing your hair out of your face. 

You nodded gripping onto Trevor’s arm to help yourself up “damn.” Jack mumbled looking down at where you had been sat. A mix of your release and Jacks oozed out of your cunt and down the inside of your thigh as you used Trevor to support you. 

Trevor’s eyes followed Jacks before he let out a soft gasp “you know you could do that?” His hand squeezed at your hip before he set you on the bed next to the devils player. 

You shook your head “do what?” You asked growing confused “this broken girl just squirted.” Trevor scooped the release that had fallen before he thrusted his fingers into your cunt once more “we can’t have you forgetting about this now can we?” He asked watching your hand try to wrap around his wrist to stop him. 

Jack smirked seeing how you dropped back onto the bed, allowing your face to contort as you felt with a mix of pleasure and overstimulation “silly girl this summer is only just getting started.” The devils player nipped at your ear knowing that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Because here is to the summer you’ll never forget. 

[auggieblogs]

The brow incident | Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x fem! reader

Author’s note: Hiii, loves!!! Hope you all are doing good. My first Spencer fic and definitely not my last because I cannot for the love of god, get that man out of mind. I AM OBSESSED so please expect criminal minds fics in the future. Anywaysss, happy reading💗

Warning: sexual innuendos

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

“Spence,” you said sweetly, leaning against the back of the chair he had just sat in. “You know how much I love you, right?”

Spencer glanced up at you suspiciously, his eyes narrowing. “Yes… and I feel like you’re about to weaponize that love against me.”

You grinned. “Not against you. For you. Your eyebrows, to be specific.”

He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “We’ve talked about this, Y/N. They’re fine. They don’t need fixing.”

(For weeks, you’d been trying to convince him to let you fix his eyebrows. Not that they were bad, per se, but there was just a little untamed chaos there that you knew you could tame.)

“They’re not fine. You’ve got stray hairs everywhere, and it’s driving me insane. I just want to clean them up a little!”

“I’d like to remind you that I’m a grown man and perfectly capable of managing my own eyebrows,” he protested, even though you both knew he never did.

You sighed dramatically. “You’ve left me no choice.”

Before he could protest further, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and effectively trapping him in the chair.

“Y/N! What are you doing?” he exclaimed, his hands instinctively moving to steady you at your waist.

“Taking matters into my own hands,” you said with a smirk, pulling a pair of tweezers out of your pocket.

Spencer groaned again, his cheeks flushing pink. “This is unfair. You’re using my inability to physically overpower you against me.”

“Correct,” you chirped. “Now, hold still.”

He muttered something about how this was a violation of his personal space, but he didn’t move. You leaned in, examining his brows with laser focus.

“Okay, this won’t hurt too much,” you promised, carefully plucking the first stray hair.

“OW!” he yelped, flinching.

“Oh, stop being a baby,” you teased, gripping his chin to steady him. “One down, a hundred to go.”

Spencer huffed, his hands instinctively resting on your waist to keep you balanced. “I don’t even know why this is necessary. No one’s looking at my eyebrows that closely.”

“I am,” you replied, plucking another hair.

“Lucky me,” he grumbled, but you caught the ghost of a smile on his lips.

The next few minutes were filled with his exaggerated whining and your mock scolding, the both of you laughing more than anything else. But then, as you leaned in to focus on a particularly stubborn hair, you shifted slightly on his lap.

That’s when you felt it.

Your movements stilled, and you glanced down, realizing exactly what had happened. A slow grin spread across your face as you looked up at Spencer, whose cheeks were already turning a deep shade of red.

“Oh,” you said, trying—and failing—not to laugh.

“Don’t,” he warned, his tone a mix of mortification and desperation.

You burst out laughing, unable to help yourself. The sight of his flushed face and his clear discomfort was just too funny. “Oh my God, Spencer! This is hilarious.”

“It’s not hilarious,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he hid his face in his hands. “It’s biology. It’s involuntary.”

“Involuntary, huh?” you teased, leaning forward just enough to make him groan in protest. “So you’re saying this has nothing to do with me?”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice a low warning. “This is serious.”

“It’s seriously funny,” you said, still laughing as you climbed off his lap, much to his relief—and apparent dismay.

But before you could move far, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist. “You can’t just leave me like this,” he said, his voice soft but laced with need.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Leave you like what, Spence?”

“You know what,” he said, his pout returning full force. “You started this. You should finish it.”

His words sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little longer. “Finish your eyebrows first?”

Spencer let out a groan, leaning back in the chair with a defeated look. “You’re impossible.”

You laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “And yet, you love me.”

He sighed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “I do. Even when you’re torturing me.”

You grinned, stepping closer and letting your fingers trail along his jaw. “Tell you what, Dr. Reid. If you’re a good boy and let me finish your eyebrows, I’ll see what I can do about… your problem.”

His eyes darkened slightly at your tone, and he swallowed hard. “Deal.”

“Good,” you said with a wink, grabbing the tweezers again. “Now hold still.”

[drag-ula]

SO IT GOES

rockstar!matt x fem!reader

content warnings : smut (p in v), fingering, oral (fem!recieving), strong language,

being in a relationship with one of the most popular musicians was exhausting. the actual relationship was amazing but the package that comes with it? literal torture.

she could cope with the fans begging for photos and autographs, in fact she was happy that they did that because of how much it meant to her boyfriend.

the worst of it was the parties. matt was always invited to these big events where he talks with other stars and guests. she was used to her boyfriend being busy throughout the night but when she has to watch another woman try and flirt with him…she’d never felt to jealous.

this has happened lots of times before and of course it would, he’s in a band but those little giggles coming from her mouth and the smile on his face were enough to make her blood boil.

she didn’t want to cause a scene, especially in front of all these big names. it was hard not to go over there and confront them, so to distract her mind, she went off to get another drink.

after a couple more drinks, matt walked up behind her, giving her a kiss on the neck as she ever so slightly pulled away. he gave her a confused look, knowing something was wrong instantly.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, lightly grabbing ahold of her chin so she’d look at him.

she gave him a harsh glare, “i don’t know, maybe ask your new friend.” her words came out with a hint of poison as she tried to avoid his gaze.

again, he was having none of it. “could you just tell me what i did wrong?” he practically begged, watching her start to walk away.

he took a step forward and pulled her back to him. matt held onto her hand as he took her through the crowd and into a quiet, empty room.

“who was the girl?” she questioned, crossing her arms, making matt let out a small laugh.

he shook his head unbelievably, “that’s what this is about?” matt continued to smile. “wow, i didn’t think of you as the jealous type.” he began to tease her.

she blushed at his words, embarrassed to admit that it was the truth but he saw right through her.

“c’mon, you got nothing to worry about. you’re it for me, okay?” matt stepped closer, making her back touch the wall.

his hands began to move from her waist, down to the end of her dress. she let out a gasp at the sudden movement, feeling her face heat up.

“but there’s people outside.” she said, gesturing to the party still happening.

“then we’ll just have to be quiet.” he shrugged his shoulders, his fingers reaching the bottom of her underwear and slowly going up until he felt her wetness.

she let out a gasp as his fingers pumped in and out of her. “fuck.” she moaned, her eyes already rolling back from pleasure.

“you like that?” matt leaned closer to her ear, feeling himself hardening in his jeans at the sight of her.

“i’m gonna-“ she began to say, only for him to pull away from her.

he began kissing down her neck, not caring about leaving marks. “not yet, baby.”

matt crouched down onto the floor and lifted her dress again. he pulled down her underwear and immediately buried his face into her wetness.

she moaned loudly as his tongue moved up and down repeatedly. “yes, right there.” her hands went into his hair, pulling at it.

her hips slowly grinded into his face, feeling even more pleasure than before. “yes.” her moans grew louder as she went into her orgasm.

matt looked up at her and smiled, her cum dripping down his chin. he pulled off his jeans and underwear, revealing his cock dripping with pre cum.

“go sit down.” he insisted, pointing at the couch in front of them. she did as he said and watched as he sat down next to her.

she took his cock in her hand and started to pump him. he leaned his head back against the couch and groaned under his breath. “fuck, you’re so good at this.” he panted, watching as her hand moved.

matt grabbed her hips and placed her on top of him. she lined her entrance up with his cock and sunk herself onto him. she started to ride him at a fast pace, moans and groans coming from both of them.

“baby, i’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” matt told her, his hands going up her dress and squeezing her breasts.

she rode him faster, watching as he came undone. “fuck, yes.” he whimpered, guiding her hips as she started to get tired.

her eyes rolled back, “god, you feel so good.” she almost yelled, feeling herself orgasm.

they both panted, trying to catch their breath. matt pulled out and kissed her on the lips. “you did so well, baby.”

[typicalopposite]

tongue tied

thank you @nine-one-wanton for the title 😂🫶

BuckTommy | E (eh.. maybe M+) | 4859 words

also on ao3!

Mortification… 

That still isn’t a strong enough emotion to describe what Buck is feeling at the moment. 

He glances down at Tommy and asks if he’s still okay. All Tommy can do is blink in response; once for yes, twice for no. Pretty much any movement causes them both pain… and the humiliation is bad enough without them being overly sore as well. 

Tommy slides a gentle hand over Bucks thigh, doing his best to smile up at him. He inhales deeply through his nose and blows it back out, adjusting how he’s sitting on his legs, having to keep himself up high enough so he doesn't accidentally tug on the rings— tangled together and seemingly inseparable. 

There’s a knock at the loft’s door, and Buck hears Bobby’s voice yell out to him. He looks down at Tommy and sighs. 

This was definitely not how the team was supposed to learn they made up.

****

(Two months earlier) 

Tommy sat in a small chair, waiting his turn at the tattoo and piercing parlor. It had been years since Tommy had worn his little hoop earrings in his ears. Yet when he pushed the curved bar through the hole— thinking maybe they would be closed up and he’d have to force them— they just slipped right in. 

He considered getting a second hole, maybe. A nose ring. A belly button ring… 

Was he being dramatic— I want to feel something beyond the heartache I have caused for myself… so I’m going to go have a needle jabbed through some part of my body— maybe… He would agree, too, that maybe it was a little juvenile… a little petty even, to ultimately settle on a piercing Ev- no… Buck had shown so much interest in. He’d talked about having blowjobs from girls with tongue rings in his “Buck 1.0 days” (whatever that means); he said they were amazing. 

So now Tommy would have one, too… and he could give whoever the next guy he hooked up with amazing blow jobs. Take that memory of Buck that just wouldn’t leave! (in reality he knew he was fooling himself… He doubted there would ever be a next guy for him… Buck, however, would probably be getting plenty of better head from people way better than Tommy— whose knees don’t creak and ache after just a few short minutes on them, and who’s jaw hadn’t been shattered and wired shut in his teens so he can only hold it open for so long before it locks up.) 

He huffed angrily at the thought of someone else with Buck’s— with Evan's dick sitting heavy on their tongue; thrusting in and out, hitting the back of their throat. Someone else swallowing down every drop of his—

“Sir…” the receptionist said, thankfully interrupting his train of thought before he snapped his phone in half. “You’re up.” Tommy cleared his throat and thanked her, rubbing a hand over the heat climbing up his neck from embarrassment. 

He plopped down on the client chair and told the piercer what he wanted. He opted for the clear bar, and he had taken a (much needed) week off work; hopefully it would be healed by then. The woman gave him the instructions: sit up straight, stick out your tongue, please don’t try to grab my wrist. “People do that?” Tommy asked, around the clamp on his tongue, and she gave him an exhausted look. Sorry… he thought but didn’t say. 

He stuck his tongue out at himself in the bathroom mirror that night. It was swollen and very sore— it definitely didn’t make him feel better, but hey he’d always wanted to do something drastic. A tongue ring at forty counted… right? Yeah, it counted. He cleaned the piercing and went to bed. 

****

(One month earlier)

Buck wasn’t sure if this was just some Buck 1.0.2 phase or a very emotional based impulsive (probably stupid) decision resulting from his still broken heart. 

Still he was already there and had already put a deposit down; he might as well, right? 

He had come to the parlor alone, because… well, what would anyone he knows say about him doing something like this. Maybe if it was something simple like an ear piercing… or hell, even a tongue piercing. But this— this was not something his pseudo siblings or father figure would be on board tagging along to. Eddie was in El Paso… and he definitely wasn’t about to ask Maddie along.

The receptionist smiled at him, had him sign in, and told him to take a seat. 

He was early… Perhaps that had been a bad idea. His knee began to bounce and he fiddled with his fingers anxiously, staring around the parlor at the other clients ahead of him. Some laid back in the chairs getting tattooed— he should have just gotten another tattoo; what was he thinking— others getting any and every part of their body pierced. Most people were quiet. One lady in the back let out a scream so blood curdling Buck was about to get up and leave but—

“Sir! You're up!” 

Buck followed the piercer into one of the private rooms. The man was quiet and looked like he might bite Buck’s head off if given the chance. He instructed Buck to lower his pants, his boxers, and sit down on the pad covered seat. He did as he was told, and the seat was tilted back, putting him on full display thanks to the cold room. Why was he even doing this? Just because Tommy had said some guy he talked to before they even knew each other said he might get one? Was Buck really that shallow— that jealous?! 

“Alright, man… here we go.”

This was a bad idea. 

This was a bad idea.. 

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING!?! 

This was so stupid! So bad! Such an impulsive idea! 

“And done!” 

Buck blinked once… twice… and looked down towards where the man was already slipping his gloves off. He pulled his dick up towards his stomach so he could see the little silver hoop hooked through his frenulum. “Oh,” he said, thanked the guy, paid and went home. 

****

(Two days earlier) 

Tommy played with the flat top of his tongue ring; he slid it back and forth over his teeth, he pushed the bar out enough to bite down on, all while he tapped on his steering wheel to the beat of a song playing on the radio. He was nervous. 

And the thing was… he shouldn’t be. 

He was a big brave grown man— capable of doing big brave grown man things… like to have drinks with an ex, whom he’s very much not over. He would be fine. 

Except the only spot available was directly beside the Jeep. 

“Fucking mother fucker.” Tommy grumbled out loud and turned into the spot hoping that maybe he wouldn’t be— 

He was still sitting in the driver seat. 

Cock sucking, bitch ass… What kind of god damned luck?!? How could he come to his senses about the meeting and run away now? 

He sighed and put the truck in park, then turned to look at him. It was the very first time he’d laid eyes on the man— beyond the pictures and videos he couldn’t bring himself to delete from his phone— since he walked out of the loft. 

Evan.

Or… Buck, since he’d decided to go that route and really drive the break up home. 

“H- Hey…” Buck said as soon as the both were out of their vehicles. “Thanks for — for the invite.” 

Tommy stuffed his hand down in his pockets, and chewed on the flat top to his tongue ring. “Of course,” he finally said. “I, uh… I felt like we really needed to talk about…”

“Everything?” Buck finished. 

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded along. “Everything.” 

“Okay… well for starters—” Buck wasted no time jumping right in. “Don’t ever call me Buck again.” He stared at Tommy so seriously before his lips twitched up a bit and he added, “please.”

“Noted,” Tommy said and there was a pause like he was waiting for— “Evan…” Tommy added and Evan fully smiled at that; he seemed relieved. “Okay, what else.” 

Evan stepped towards him. Tommy had the slightest urge to step back, but even more of one to move closer— to reach out and grab him and cling like his life depended on it. Evan reached for him first. “Don’t ever make a decision like that for me again.” Tommy waited, his eyes searching Evan’s… trying to say without saying how sorry he was. Finally Evan leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Tommy’s. “If I had needed more time to figure myself out… if I wasn’t sure about this— that you were what I wanted. I wouldn’t have just strung you along until I did… okay?” 

“Okay.” Tommy wanted to say more. He thought, maybe, he should say more… but his voice was lodged somewhere deep in his throat and all he could focus on was how his lips were tingling from that kiss. Evan, like a damn mind reader, took the moment to lean back in, deepening the kiss and wasting no time slipping his tongue into Tommy’s mouth. He noticed almost immediately. 

“You got a tongue piercing?!” 

“I— uh, yeah…” 

Evan’s eyes lit up mischievously… his breathing hitches then speeds up… he leaned in for another kiss.

****

(One hour earlier)

Buck had been very mature about the fact Tommy now had a tongue ring. In fact… he was so mature about it, that he didn’t suggest they forget the drinks, and their plans to actually talk like level headed adults do… In fact, after just one more kiss— one more quick swipe of his tongue over the flat top of the bar— he pulled away from Tommy completely; minus their hands, which Evan promptly laced together as they walked into the bar. 

And they talked. 

They actually talked.

They opened up— more than he’d expected them to.

They cried. They laughed. They left a few hours later and were officially back together.

Buck remained mature, and didn’t offer (beg, plead, or bargain) to follow Tommy back to his place, or bring him back to the loft. He allowed the night to end with them parting ways, but with the promise there would be a next time— and plenty of times after that—  So Buck was fine with going home alone. 

But when Tommy arrived at the loft, a bottle of wine in hand, his curls styled nicely, and wearing the cologne that he knew Buck loved… the maturity went out the window. He tugged him in by the collar and crashed their lips together. Buck had asked him to put a regular bar in, one with the bigger metal ball. Tommy had laughed and made a bitchy little joke but as Buck’s tongue passed over the piercing he let his lips curl up into a pleased smirk to find Tommy had done as he’d asked. 

They wasted no time; Tommy’s fingers ran along the hem of Buck’s shirt while Buck hurriedly pushed Tommy’s button-down off of his shoulders. “There’s something you should know…” Buck says as they nearly tripped over each other getting up the stairs, pieces of their outfits falling off every couple steps. He leans in close to Tommy’s ear and whispers, “I got something pierced too…” then he falls back onto the bed, pants and boxers already gone and his cock standing straight up like it’s showing it’s new accessory off. 

Tommy’s eyes widen. His brows fly all the way up to his hairline. He crawls onto the bed and takes Buck in his hand, tilting him back to look at the piercing better. “It’s healed, right?” Buck nearly gives himself whiplash nodding. Tommy leans in and flicks the tip of his tongue over the hoop— over the little piece of skin it’s going through— and Buck sucks in a sharp breath. “Good?” Tommy asks. 

“Amazing!” 

“Okay, great…” Tommy says, then goes back to licking at the piercing and around the head, and down the shaft. All the while Buck is moaning and squirming. It shouldn’t be so over-stimulative but it’s been so long… he hasn’t— not like this— not since Tommy. “Missed you; missed this…” Tommy says between licking down Buck’s cock and sucking the tip into his mouth, which only seems to make it so much more sensitive. 

Buck’s toes curl as Tommy takes him all the way down. And, God, how he has missed that. Buck whimpers and lets his hands move up into Tommy’s curls; messing them up, sure, but he doesn’t care. Tommy bobs his head, making sure to flatten his tongue and let the ball rub over Buck with every slide down and back up, and it feels just as amazing as Buck remembered— it feels even better, actually. 

Tommy moves Buck’s legs further apart so he can settle on the bed more. He flicks his eyes up to meet Buck’s and smiles around his cock, lining himself up so the ball goes over the hoop. It’s— well it’s mind blowing…

…at first. 

Tommy gets a little too into it. 

Probably due to the completely wanton noises pouring out of Buck’s mouth. He slides down all the way to the bottom, presses his tongue against the underside so the ball is pressed into the tender skin and starts to slide back up. He reaches the hoop… and somehow the ball just pops through it. 

Buck thinks he’s really just thankful Tommy caught the mishap immediately… without trying to pull off— so fucking thankful. 

“Uhh…” is all Tommy can manage. He holds himself up with one arm and brings the other up to try to get a finger in his mouth, to the where they are quite literally linked together. He can’t. 

And just like that… Buck’s pride in his size disappears. 

****

Tommy tries to move his tongue, ever so gently so he doesn't tug at the ring, but it’s useless. He wants to cry. He looks up at Evan… who is looking down at him… and looks terrified, and he can’t shake his head so he just sighs. “You have got to be joking… Tommy, what do we do?!” 

Tommy knows what they have to do… and he knows Evan knows what they have to do. 

“We can’t! Tommy, Maddie is at work! What if she takes the call?” He waits for a second like he’s expecting Tommy to answer, he can only blink back. “A- And I’m in the 118’s district… oh my god…” Now Evan looks ready to cry, and Tommy can’t even properly hold him about it. He runs his hand up Evan’s side, hoping it does something to soothe him. “Maybe if… if I can just get soft…” he suggests. Tommy shrugs, he doubts it but he doesn’t blame Evan for not wanting to call… this absolute disaster… in. 

So they wait. 

And wait.

And wait…

Drool starts to pool in Tommy’s mouth and he tries to swallow it as carefully as he can. His throat spasms, and Evan hisses, and Tommy makes a wounded noise by means of apologizing. To make matters worse, not that Evan’s erection had gone down much sitting in Tommy’s mouth… but the tightening of his throat from swallowing definitely didn’t help. They are doomed, he fears.

He looks up at Evan and tries to lighten the mood with a smile, and Evan manages to smile back, before dropping his head to his pillow and letting out a pitiful sob. 

Tommy knows they can’t sit here forever. He taps Evan’s leg and points to Evan’s pants that are the closest to the bed. Carefully they shimmy together, over to the edge, until Tommy slides off the bed, stretching out his leg to pull the pants over to him. He sits himself on his legs and pulls out the phone. Evan still seems hesitant so Tommy grunts around him and puts the phone in his hand. 

“Okay, fine.” 

Thank you, Tommy thinks and sighs. He slowly moves his tongue, still trying to find a way to pop the ball back through the hoop, but it’s just no use. He brings an arm up and uses it to prop up his head, and listens as Evan types in the dreaded numbers. 

He puts it on speaker and rests his body back on his free arm. “9-1-1 what is the location of your emergency…” Tommy watches Evan inhale deep and let out a long drawn out sigh. He gives his address, and immediately the dispatcher gasps. “Buck?” 

“Hey Josh…” 

****

“What's going on, are you okay?” Josh asks, eyes flicking up to look at Maddie who is in the middle of her own call and hasn’t yet heard her brother's name. 

“Well… define okay.” 

“Do you need medical assistance? I can send your team—”

“No!” Josh’s mouth snaps shut at the urgency in Buck’s voice. “Not— Not them… and Josh… please don’t tell Maddie you’re talking to me.” 

Josh glances back up at Maddie, and sighs. “Okay…” he says slowly; quizzically. “So what’s going on?” 

“Me and Tommy are stuck… together.” Josh waits for more, but his first panicked thought is that there has been some accident at Buck’s loft. 

“A- Are you— either of you hurt?” 

“Not… exactly. Just stuck.” 

“Like… in the elevator?” Josh pries, since Buck is giving him very little information. 

“I wish…” Buck groans, and Josh hears a muffled snort. “No, we're inside my apartment.” 

Josh tries to run through where they could be stuck in the small loft… He comes up with nothing, And Buck has gone silent. “Okay, look… I have no idea what’s going on, or how to help you, so I’m going to need you to give me a little more details beyond just ‘We’re stuck’.” 

Nothing— Nothing!!— could have prepared Josh for what Buck just blurts out next. 

“Tommy’s tongue ring is stuck through my dick ring…” 

Of course that’s the moment Maddie decides to look up at him. Her brows furrow and she mouths what’s wrong? Josh is pretty sure he resembles a deer in headlights, and he might have forgotten how to speak beyond a startled, “Oh…”

There’s a pause and Buck speedruns Josh through a quick explanation of what has happened, that Josh can only mmhmm back too, biting his lips between his teeth to stop them from curling upward and trying to figure out exactly how to word this in the notes to whoever he sends to… help. (33 and 40 year old males. No serious injuries. Unable to come to the door… prepare to be scandalized— he doesn’t add that last part)

Maddie is still just staring at him with a progressively getting more worried look. Finally she takes her earpiece off and starts towards him. Shit… he thinks, then quickly sends the 133 with a final note that an ambulance will possibly be needed. “What’s going on, Josh…” Maddie asks, looking at his screen. She immediately recognizes Buck’s address, gasps and grabs Josh's earpiece. “Buck?! Buck, are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Josh watches the voice recorder from the call and it doesn’t move. “M- Maddie listen…” he tries, and reaches for the earpiece back; Maddie slaps his hand in return. 

Her eyes frantically move over the screen, furrowing as she tries to decipher what the notes could mean. She comes to the unit responding, and scoffs. “Why would you send the 133, Josh… the 118 is closer!” And Josh can do no more than run a hand down his face, and continue to bite back the laugh that has been threatening to break free since Buck explained the actual situation. “Buck I’m sending the 118 to you… everything’s going to be okay.” Her mouth pulls down into a worried frown. “Are you there? Can you please say something…” 

****

“Th- Thanks Mads…” is all Buck can think to say. 

Tommy’s eyes widen, and he finds Buck's hand to hold it. 

“What’s going on…” Maddie continues to press. “Is— is Tommy with you? Is he hurt? Buck, do I need to go there?”

“Please, no!” Buck cries out. “I’m… fine. It’s fine. We’re— we’re fine. R- Right Tommy?” He squeezes his eyes shut realizing Tommy can’t agree. 

He does manage a garbled “Uh huh,” though… (To which Buck hears Josh snort then quickly clear his throat.) 

“I, uh… I’m gonna hang up now…” Buck says, then before Madie can say anything he adds, “I swear I’m— we’re really okay. I promise.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I— I’m sure…” he tells her, hangs up and throws his head back with a loud groan. Tommy sighs around him and moves the hand propping up his head and rubs at his jaw, reminding Buck of the reason Tommy never drags out his blowjobs. “Fuck! Tommy your jaw,” he says, and moves Tommy’s hand to rub over the spot himself. “A- and your knees have to be killing you!” Tommy shrugs and leans his face into Buck’s hand. “Is this at least helping,” he asks; Tommy cocks a brow, and his lips curl up into a smirk. “Oh my god… blink once for yes twice for no,” he groans, laughing only when Tommy blinks once. 

Which brings them back to the present. Bobby yells that they are coming in and the only silver lining is that Bobby has a key so they don’t have to break his door in. Something taps Buck’s leg and it’s his phone that Tommy has typed up a message on. 

pocket knife. cut off my tongue. I’ll go out the window.

That startles a laugh out of Buck… which is immediately followed by a pained hiss from them both. The front door opens and Buck groans. “Up here…” he says, and they both listen as the entire team— hell it sounds like the entire station— files in. 

Tommy whimpers when Chimney calls out, jokingly asking if Buck’s decent, and grabs the blanket to pull over his head. 

“Alright Buck what’s… going… on…” Bobby says, first to get up the stairs— his worried look melts away and is replaced by something akin to absolute horror, which Buck 100% gets. 

“What on earth…” Hen gawks as she comes up behind Bobby. 

Buck feels like his face is about to catch on fire, and Tommy hasn’t moved since covering his head— so he has either convinced himself if he doesn’t move they can’t see him… or he has died. 

“Is that Tommy?!” Chimney blurts out, looking around Hen and Bobby, who both slowly turn and look back at him.

Chimney shrugs. “What? I can appreciate nice features without it meaning anything, thank you very much.” He moves past her and gestures at Tommy’s backside. “And when you got it you got it…” Tommy makes a choked off noise— so, at least that means he’s not dead… 

“Wait so is it really Tommy?” Ravi calls from the bottom of the stairs. Buck doesn’t answer… which is enough of an answer in and of itself. 

Bobby turns back to Buck, rolling his eyes at the others. He sighs. “Okay, what exactly is going on here, Buck.” 

Before he can even think up a decent answer, Tommy twitches, stiffens and then pulls his hand up to scratch at his nose. He grunts, and takes a deep breath, and Buck watches in horror as it finally clicks what exactly Tommy is doing under the blanket. “This has got to be a prank,” Hen says, pulling off her glasses and covering her eyes. “Buck… tell me this is a prank.” 

Tommy continues to squirm and finally while holding his nose to suppress it, he sneezes. Buck yelps and Tommy mumbles incoherent apologies. The loft falls completely quiet; all eyes are now on him, waiting for an explanation. 

His phone rings first, and he expects it to be Maddie… but it’s Eddie— and he doesn’t need to deal with that— so he sends it to voicemail. 

Then Tommy’s phone starts to vibrate down stairs. “Ignore it,” Buck instructs when Ravi asks if he wants it brought up to them. 

About a second after it stops, Chimney's phone rings and he answers without hesitation, putting it on FaceTime.

“Oh… oh my god!” Eddie gasps. “You two didn’t…” he sounds like he’s crying and sucks in a breath. “You two idiots didn’t… did you?!” Buck glares at Chimney, but he is unfazed, turning the camera for Eddie to see them. “You did!” 

“I’m so lost,” Chimney says, looking at Bobby.

Hen is still covering her face and shaking her head. 

“These two—”

“Eddie…” Buck pleads— but really… What's the use in hiding details? “Whatever…” he groans and turns his eyes to the ceiling, and Eddie shares what he knows.

And apparently, he knows everything. 

So Buck wasn’t the only one who went to Eddie about his impulse body modification. Tommy had told him too— he texted Eddie after learning of his move to El Paso, and it just slid its way into the conversation. 

“How did you even find out about this?” Buck groans.

“Josh told me.” 

“Oh, but he couldn’t tell us so we knew what we were about to walk in on…” Hen says bitterly. 

“And since when do you and Josh talk?” Buck adds. 

“That is my business,” Eddie quips back. “You all  have fun with… yours.” He wiggles his fingers at them, laughs again, and ends the call. 

Chimney and Hen give each other strained looks, both clearly trying to hold it together. Bobby takes a deep breath, resting his hands on his hips and stares down at Buck. “Okay well we— we need to get you two… separated—” His lips tremble and he tries to stop the laugh but it bubbles out anyway. That's all the motive Hen and Chimney need to both double over. Even Ravi is laughing down stairs. 

Tommy makes a pained noise and Buck knows he has to be hurting from sitting like this for so long. “Yeah, yeah… laugh it up. Can we please figure out how to actually do that?” 

“Well we have to see what we’re dealing with first,” Hen says, grabbing the blanket without warning and lifting it up. “Oh my god…” she nearly chokes, and has to walk down stairs to compose herself. 

Yeah mortification was definitely not a strong enough word. 

It only takes the team five minutes to get them separated— Buck is sure it will take a lifetime to live it down. 

****

“Are you sure you don’t want to go in and get checked out?” Bobby asks; Tommy just shakes his head and puts his hand over Evan’s, where he is holding a frozen bag of peas against his jaw. “Alright,” he gives them both a smile— it looks more uncomfortable than when he was given the medal of valor at the ceremony. “You, uh— you two…” he looks between Tommy and Evan. “Well, I’m glad you… worked things out.” 

“That’s one way to describe what happened here tonight,” Chimney says, smiling smugly at the both of them.

Hen comes up beside Tommy and lays a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s safe to say you can definitely keep up.” Tommy slowly lifts his eyes to her and she can’t hold back the laughter. “Maybe a little too well— you might wanna slow down actually.” 

“Uhm, what— what does that mean?” Evan leans in and asks; again… Tommy just shakes his head. 

Ravi hands Evan the little baggie the two rings were put in once they were removed. He doesn’t say anything, and just leaves. He pulls the door shut behind him, and then they are left alone, embarrassed, and sore in their respective affected areas. 

Evan holds the bag up and sighs. “That was… something.” 

“Yeah…” Tommy laughs, finally feeling like he can move his jaw again without it popping. “Next time, maybe we don’t go with the ball and hoop combo. 

“N- Next time?” Evan furrows his brow but his lips are already curling up at the corners. 

Tommy shrugs and grabs Evan’s hand pulling it to his lips. “If I have learned anything lately… it’s the importance of giving things another chance…” 

Evan’s smile widens. “Wow. That was— just wow...” he laughs and pulls Tommy into a kiss; he winces when just the slight movement hurts. “I’m sorry about your jaw, and your knees.” 

“I’m sorry about your… frenulum,” Tommy replies and Evan snorts. “Now I can’t finish what I started…” 

They both pout at that… for just a moment. “Yeah, b- but… my jaw doesn’t hurt,” Evan says with a suggestive smirk. “And your dick doesn’t hurt…” He bites his lip and tugs on Tommy’s hand to stand him up.

“This is true…” Tommy states. 

“So maybe we can finish what we started after all…” Evan leans in and brushes his lips over Tommy’s then turns and heads for the stairs, Tommy right behind him, and the silver hoop and tongue ring left behind on the table for next time. 

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would u ever do stepbro!satoru x reader x his bestfriend!suguru ?? :3

would i ever… oh nonny, i think about it daily. clearly. as you can tell by this drabble that is entirely too long (just like their co—)

“look at her, geto. she wants you to touch her so bad.”

suguru stood in front of where you sat at the end of the bed. you were sitting so pretty on your knees, so patiently, just itching for him to touch you. satoru kneeled behind you, reaching his hands down to knead your breasts. the eye contact you both held with suguru made him feel like his skin was on fire.

satoru swiveled your head to the side and captured your lips in his, kissing you like a man starved, all in front of suguru. the kiss was sloppy and wet, too desperate to be coordinated. when you pulled away, you looked back up to see suguru looking dazed.

suguru exhaled softly, “you didn’t tell me you had such a slutty little sister, satoru.” his large hand covered one of the tits that satoru abandoned, palming it and toying with the nipple. his hand was cold despite the warmth of satoru’s bedroom, making you shudder.

“well, he wanted to have me all to himself,” you breathed, “but i was the one who put this idea in his head.”

suguru chuckled. “that right? you wanted both of us to fuck you? you want us to destroy that little pussy, that it?”

your pussy was dripping. his words were spurring you on, making you dizzy. you weren’t the only one excited, though. satoru’s cock was hard and heavy on your lower back and you could feel his precum leaking from his tip onto your skin.

within a moment, you were shuffled backwards enough to where you were on all fours. satoru at your back, suguru at your front. satoru wasted no time in stuffing your cunt full with his thick, leaking cock. his fat tip prodded at the spongy spot that he was all too familiar with.

while you were focused on satoru’s antics, suguru had shoved his pants down to his ankles, freeing his cock. you all but drooled at the sight. all the slight veins and the upward curve he had, his reddish-pinkish tip enlarged and gleaming, and the small trimmed up bush at his base which you could only assume led up to a happy trail. god, if you knew satoru’s best friend had a cock this pretty, you would’ve suggested this long ago.

“well?” suguru huffed, “is the whore gonna do ‘er job like she’s s’possed to?”

and gosh, did you try, wrapping your pretty, salivated mouth around his tip, licking and sucking and cleaning off all his salty precum. you tried to slowly make your way down, considering just how large he was, just every time satoru thrusted into you, you were knocked further down suguru’s length.

he groaned when you gagged on him, and lifted you up by a fistful of your hair to give you some air. saliva pooled out of your mouth and down his cock.

satoru rolled his eyes from behind you, “fuck, suguru— just use her throat. trust me, she doesn’t mind,” he gave you a sharp slap on your ass that was sure to leave a handprint before trailing his hand to your spine, pressing down so you were slightly more arched. and then he leaned down to your ear, “right, baby? don’t cha want sugu to fuck your slutty little throat? hm?”

you yelped as he delivered a particularly hard thrust. “yes! haaah— puh-lease, sugu, use m-my throat!”

suguru didn’t have to be told twice. as soon as satoru re-straightened his back, he plunged his cock all the way down your throat, as far as it would go. you took him all the way down to the hilt, nose stuffed in his hair that smelled oddly of floral scents…

both boys fucked you as if you were their toy, their little plaything. satoru was relentless, his thrusts sloppy and desperate and rough, thick cock stretching you thin. and suguru would have himself so far down your throat for such extended periods at a time to the point where your vision would start blackening at the sides. he’d always seemed to know exactly when to pull back and allow you some air.

you could stay like this forever, sandwiched between the two men who were always so protective of you, who always looked after you, who fucked you as if you were going to disappear any second now.

suguru was the first to finish, warm, thick load filling up your mouth completely. his eyes bore into you the entire time.

“swallow.”

an order that you simply couldn’t disobey. you stuck your tongue out flat so he could see all his spend was gone. suguru groaned and captured you in a heated kiss. remnants of the taste of himself remained on your buds. and fuck, if that didn’t shoot his cock straight back up.

it wasn’t long before you spasmed around satoru’s cock, squeezing him so tightly that it made his breath hitch. suguru talked you through it the entire time, until satoru spilled inside you. his filled your cunt full of his seed and fucked it so deep within you.

the two shared one look, both knowing their cocks were equally as hard once again, and they started switching places. despite having a significant amount of energy stolen from you, you were excited and your ass wiggled in the air as suguru rounded your backside.

you were in for a long night, but as your boys’ plaything, you were simply just unable to complain!

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is there someone else?

(Satoru gojo xreader angst part 2)

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Part 2 : is there someone else?

The morning light crept into the apartment, stark and unforgiving, illuminating the cold, empty space you had left behind. Satoru sat at the table, his head in his hands, the smell of untouched dinner still faint in the air. He was the strongest, they said, but in this moment, he had never felt weaker.

His phone buzzed on the table. Utahime’s name flashed across the screen for the third time that morning, but he ignored it again. He couldn’t bear to hear her voice, not when it would only remind him of the destruction he had caused.

Satoru Gojo was a man who could bend reality to his will, who stood at the pinnacle of strength and invincibility. But none of that mattered now. None of it could bring you back.

He had faced curses that could tear apart the world, adversaries that brought armies to their knees but he couldn’t face you. He couldn’t fix the cracks he had allowed to spread in the one thing that had made him feel human.

You sat on a bench by the harbor, your knees pulled to your chest as the salt-tinged breeze stung your face. You hadn’t slept. The night had passed in a haze of wandering, of replaying every fight, every word, every bitter silence.

Gojo Satoru, the man who could shatter mountains and tear through dimensions, had made you feel like nothing.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket again, and you didn’t have to look to know it was him. He was trying, but it was too late or at least, it felt that way.

You swallowed hard as the memory of his hesitation surfaced again, the way he had frozen when you’d asked, “Do you love her?” That pause was louder than anything he could have said.

What was worse was how easily you had believed it how deeply you had let his silence confirm your worst fears.

When Satoru found you later that morning, you were still sitting by the lake, lost in thought. He approached hesitantly, his usually confident steps faltering. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say.

You glanced at him as he sat down beside you, leaving a careful distance between you.

Neither of you spoke for a long time. The sound of the waves filled the silence, a cruel reminder of how far apart you’d drifted.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Sorry doesn’t fix this, Satoru. Sorry doesn’t make me forget how you made me feel.”

He flinched but didn’t argue. “I know,” he admitted. “I just… I don’t know how to make this right.”

“Then why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling. “To say what? That it wasn’t what it looked like? That you didn’t mean to make me feel like I was nothing?”

“Utahime and I…” He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. “She’s someone who understands parts of my life I don’t know how to explain. She’s familiar. She’s… safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated, your voice breaking. “And what am I, Satoru? A risk?”

“No,” he said sharply, his voice cracking. “You’re everything. That’s the problem. You make me feel things I don’t know how to handle. You make me feel vulnerable. And I didn’t know how to deal with that, so I…” He buried his face in his hands. “So I screwed it all up.”

You stared at him, your heart aching at the sight of the man who always seemed untouchable now crumbling before you.

“You could face the worst curses in the world without flinching,” you said softly. “But this us was too much for you?”

He looked up at you, his eyes raw and unguarded. “I know it sounds pathetic, but yes. You terrify me, because I don’t know how to protect this. How to protect you. I thought I could keep everything under control, but I couldn’t. I failed you, and I hate myself for it.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You’re right. You did fail me. And I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

Satoru’s shoulders sagged, his head hanging low. “I don’t blame you if you can’t. But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if you let me.”

You stood, your legs unsteady beneath you. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, but the pain in your chest was still too fresh.

“I need time,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need to figure out if this is something I can survive.”

He watched as you turned to leave, his heart shattering with every step you took.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, could save countless lives, could win every battle thrown his way. But as he sat there, alone on that bench, he realized that this was one fight he couldn’t win. Not with his strength, not with his power.

And for the first time in his life, he wondered if being the strongest meant nothing at all.

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Tsukishima x reader | teen pregnancy series. | Friends and family.

Synopsis. scenario on how the team / family found out of the pregnancy / baby and their reactions <3

wc. 3,5k words aprox. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst to fluff, teen pregnancy mentiones, etc.

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Family

The two of you had put off telling your families for as long as possible. But as your stomach grew, the truth became harder to hide. Eventually, you both agreed it was time—no matter how terrifying the idea was.

You decided to start with Tsukishima’s family. While you were nervous about how his mom and Akiteru would react, Tsukishima seemed calm, even detached. But you could tell by the way he kept fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve that he was just as anxious as you were.

That Saturday afternoon, the two of you sat on the couch in his living room. His mom was busy making tea in the kitchen while Akiteru lounged in the armchair across from you, chatting about his latest work project.

“Alright, tea’s ready!” Mrs. Tsukishima chirped as she carried in the tray. She set it on the table and took a seat beside her older son, her cheerful demeanor making your stomach churn with guilt.

“So, what’s this about?” Akiteru asked, leaning forward. “You said you had something important to tell us.”

Tsukishima glanced at you, his usually sharp eyes softer with hesitation. You gave him a small nod, silently encouraging him to start.

He cleared his throat, looking at his mother and brother. “So… there’s no easy way to say this,” he began, his voice steady but quiet. “Y/N and I are… we’re having a baby.”

The room fell silent. Mrs. Tsukishima’s smile froze, her teacup halfway to her lips. Akiteru’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came out.

You braced yourself for the worst.

Mrs. Tsukishima set her cup down carefully, her hands trembling slightly. “A… baby?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tsukishima nodded, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. It wasn’t planned, obviously, but… it’s happening.”

Akiteru blinked rapidly, his face scrunching up in disbelief. “Wait, what? A baby?” He let out a sharp laugh, though it sounded more like a hiccup of shock. “Like, an actual human baby? Not... like, a puppy or something?”

“No, Akiteru,” Tsukishima replied dryly, his lips twitching in mild annoyance. “An actual human baby.”

Akiteru fell back against the armchair, his hand dramatically clutching his chest. “You mean to tell me that you, my little brother who won’t even share his fries, are going to be a dad? Oh my God, I need a second.” He waved a hand in the air, pretending to fan himself.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “And they say I’m the dramatic one.”

Akiteru wasn’t done. “Hold on, hold on,” he said, leaning forward again. “Does this mean I’m going to be Uncle Akiteru? Like, cool uncle? The one who buys all the fun toys and lets the kid stay up late?”

“No,” Tsukishima said flatly. “It means you’ll be the annoying uncle who gets banned from babysitting.”

“Too late!” Akiteru declared, a grin spreading across his face. “I’m already planning my initiation speech. ‘Welcome, little one, to a life of chaos and embarrassing stories about your dad.’”

Mrs. Tsukishima’s laugh broke the tension, though her voice was still tinged with worry as she turned to Tsukishima. “Kei, you’re only 15. Do you understand how hard this is going to be? For both of you?”

“Yes, I do,” Tsukishima said firmly, his gaze meeting hers. “I know it’s not going to be easy, but… I’m going to take responsibility. I’m not going to run away from this.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her gaze as it shifted to you. “I-I know this is a lot to take in,” you stammered. “And I don’t expect you to be happy about it, but… we’re going to do our best. I promise.”

Mrs. Tsukishima let out a long breath, her shoulders slumping. “You’re both so young,” she murmured, her voice filled with worry. “You’re just kids yourselves…”

Akiteru, however, was still recovering from the revelation. “This is insane,” he muttered, shaking his head with a laugh. “I’ve gotta start practicing my dad jokes now. Uncle jokes? Whatever—this is going to be legendary.”

“It’s going to be something, all right,” Tsukishima muttered, but you caught the faintest smile on his face.

The team

Hinata sprinted down the hallway, his usual rush to get to practice making him nearly trip over his own feet. As he turned the corner, he almost crashed into you, barely managing to stop himself in time.

“Y/N!” he yelped, his voice a little too loud in the otherwise quiet hallway. “Sorry, sorry! Didn’t see you there!”

You gave him a warm smile, juggling a few books and your bag. “It’s okay, Hinata. In a hurry, huh?”

“Yeah, Daichi’s gonna kill me if I’m late again,” he huffed, quickly glancing at your arms full of stuff. “Hey, do you need help with those?”

You shook your head, adjusting the weight in your arms. “No, I’m fine. It’s just a little harder to carry things these days, that’s all.”

Hinata cocked his head, confused. “Why’s that?”

You hesitated, but before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out. “Well, y’know, it’s harder to balance when you’re pregnant.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense!” Hinata nodded enthusiastically, the words flying over his head as he prepared to dart past you. “Okay, see you later, Y/N!”

“See you, Hinata,” you replied, a bit nervously, watching him rush off.

Hinata bolted toward the gym, too focused on his looming tardiness to fully process what you had just said. But as his feet pounded against the ground, the words started to replay in his mind: “It’s harder to balance when you’re pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

Pregnant?!

Hinata slowed down, his breathing labored from running and his brain suddenly short-circuiting. Wait… Y/N’s pregnant? But Y/N’s dating… Tsukishima… His eyes widened as the realization finally slammed into him like a volleyball spike.

“Y/N’s pregnant… TSUKISHIMA’S GIRLFRIEND IS PREGNANT!” he blurted out to no one, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbled toward the gym doors.

When he burst through the doors, still gasping for breath, the rest of the team turned to look at him, confused by the wild look on his face.

“Hinata, you’re late!” Daichi barked, crossing his arms. “What’s your excuse this time?”

But Hinata didn’t hear him. He planted his hands on his knees, catching his breath, before straightening up and pointing a shaking finger directly at Tsukishima, who was casually adjusting the net.

“TSUKISHIMA IS GOING TO BE A DAD?!” Hinata screamed, his voice echoing through the gym.

The gym fell into stunned silence.

Tsukishima froze, his fingers pausing mid-knot on the net. Slowly, he turned his head to glare at Hinata, his expression an unreadable mix of annoyance and disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?” he said flatly.

Hinata jabbed a finger in Tsukishima’s direction, his face still flushed with exertion. “Y/N said it’s harder to carry things because she’s pregnant! That means she’s having a baby! And you’re the—!”

“Shut up, dumbass,” Tsukishima interrupted, his voice sharp. But the faint pink creeping up his ears betrayed his calm facade.

The rest of the team exploded.

“WHAT?!” Tanaka and Nishinoya yelled in unison, their jaws dropping.

“Tsukishima, is this true?” Daichi demanded, though his face was a mix of shock and concern.

Even Kageyama, who usually stayed out of drama, stared at Tsukishima like he’d just sprouted another head.

Meanwhile, Yamaguchi stood quietly to the side, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing at Tsukishima with a knowing look. He’d known for a while, but seeing it all blow up now was… something.

“Kei?” Suga asked, his voice torn between excitement and disbelief.

Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath before finally straightening up to face them all. “Yes, Y/N and I are having a baby,” he admitted, his tone flat but his cheeks now undeniably red. “Can we get back to practice now?”

The gym erupted into chaos.

“OH MY GOD, TSUKKI’S GONNA BE A DAD!” Nishinoya shouted, practically bouncing off the walls.

Tanaka clapped his hands to his head. “Does this mean we’re honorary uncles?!”

“Wait, when did this happen?” Suga asked, his voice torn between excitement and curiosity. “I mean, not when—we know when—but, like, why didn’t you tell us?”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Because it’s none of your business,” he grumbled.

“But this is huge!” Hinata yelled, clearly not over the shock. “You’re gonna have a mini-Tsukishima!”

“Shut up, Hinata,” Tsukishima snapped, though his usual bite lacked its sharpness.

The rest of practice was a mess. Everyone kept throwing comments at Tsukishima—about baby names, diaper duty, and what kind of dinosaur-themed onesie he’d buy for his kid. Even Kageyama asked, “Isn’t that going to make volleyball practice harder?” which earned him a glare from Daichi.

Through it all, Tsukishima stayed his usual grumpy self, but as he glanced at Yamaguchi’s supportive smile and heard the team’s loud (but genuine) enthusiasm, he felt a weight lift off his chest.

They were loud and annoying, but at least he knew they had his back.

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caitlin rubs aloe on your back

“cait, you did a shit job on my sunscreen. i need you to put aloe on my back” you yelled out the bathroom as you looked at your sunburn through the mirror

“thank you, caitlin, for putting sunscreen on my back. it would’ve been so much worse if you didn’t do that for me. please put aloe on the parts you missed” you smiled and rolled your eyes at caitlin’s sarcasm

“thank you for putting on my sunscreen. please put on aloe me” you said as you walked out of the bathroom and into the main hotel room

“that’s much better. of course i’ll put aloe on the parts i missed” caitlin grabbed the aloe from your bag and signaled for you to lie down on the bed. you laid down on the bed and caitlin gently moved your bra straps down your shoulders. you heard her put the aloe in her hands then felt her hands on your back. you moaned at the feeling of her hands on you

“oh sorry if that’s too cold. i’ll warm you up” you had no problem with the temperature of the aloe, but you weren’t going to complain if she was going to warm you up. she rubbed her hands all over your back and you held back your moans. her large hands all over you was insanely intimate but you didn’t want to make things weird and you couldn’t blame any more noises on the aloe temperature

“alright you are all done. i tried to be really thorough” she certainly was thorough. you sat up and moved next to where caitlin was sitting at the end of the bed

“yes thank you for that”

“i’ve been told i have amazing hands” she humble-bragged and chuckled. you laughed

“yeah they’re pretty amazing”

“so you liked my hands on you?” she flirted and raised her eyebrows at you. her flirting was not out of the ordinary. you were always flirty friends, even before your drunken kiss that she probably didn’t even remember. you rolled your eyes as you always did when she flirted with you

“shut up it’s been a while” you gave her a playful shove on her shoulder

“yeah for me too” her voice was a bit sad

“what about connor? is that not his job?”

“he broke up with me last week” caitlin stared down at her hands and started playing with her fingers

“what? why? are you sure you didn’t break up with him? do i need to beat him up?” how dare he make your amazing friend upset

“he broke up with me” she repeated “we didn’t have sex for months and i thought it was just our busy schedules but then he told me he wasn’t feeling it anymore. i don’t know what i did wrong” you pulled her into a hug

“aww sweetie you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s his loss. you’re amazing and beautiful and nice and caring and so fucking talented. he’s a fucking loser, don’t be sad about him. let’s go out and find you a new boyfriend” caitlin pulled back from the hug

“uh actually i’ve kinda been thinking about girls for the past week” your heart raced at her admission

“ok so let’s go out and find you a new girlfriend” you tried to calm down

“i was actually thinking one girl in particular” that’s one way to calm down

“oh. do i know her?” as much as your heart sank, you wanted her to be happy with this girl

“um yeah. so a few years back we were drunk and i told her i never kissed a girl before. she told me i needed to be initiated into the girl kisser club so we made out for a while. i really liked it but she never said anything after. maybe she regretted it or maybe she didn’t remember it” you looked down at your lap and laughed

“or maybe she was super into it but didn’t want to pressure you about your sexuality and make your friendship weird. so if that’s the girl you’re thinking about, she would very much be down for more kissing” caitlin lifted your chin with her hand and pulled your face close to hers

“well if she wants more kissing then what kind of friend would i be to deny her?” she smiled and closed the gap between your lips. you deepened the kiss and grabbed the back of her head. you played with her soft straight hair as you continued to make out. eventually you had to pause to catch your breath

“is this ok?” you didn’t want to overstep. she did just go through a breakup and you didn’t want to take advantage of her

“fuck yes. i want you” your heart swelled at her words

“lie down on the bed” caitlin wasted no time lying down. you brought one leg over her body to straddle her. her eyes were full of lust as you leaned down to kiss her again. you kissed her slow and filthy, trying to make the moment last as long as possible. you continued to make out with her until your wetness became uncomfortable. you could tell from her kisses that even when she was having sex, she wasn’t being properly taken care of. she was aggressive and needy and desperate in the best way

“what do you need baby?” you asked her “where do you need me to touch you?”

“mmhm play with my tits” she moaned out. you grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. you kissed the top of one of her tits while you put your hand on the other. you nipped and sucked lightly at her boob and she moaned your name. you pulled your head up a bit to take her bra off. you brought your mouth back down to her chest and flicked her hard nipple with your tongue, which was met with a loud moan. you kissed the underside of her boob, determined to mark her whole chest up. the pretty noises she made encouraged you to suck a mark on her skin. she whined out your name

“please”

“please what, caity? use your words”

“suck on my nipples please” you responded by flicking her nipple with your tongue again. you placed her pretty nipple in your mouth and began to suck on it. you rubbed and pinched at her other nipple as you sucked, making sure both of her nipples were getting the attention they had clearly been deprived of. you sucked and bit at her nipple gently, making sure not to hurt her. her hands threaded into your hair and tugged. her moans encouraged you to continue your sucking. when you had to bring your head up for air, she whined

“why’d you stop?” you giggled at her desperation

“i needed to breathe. and i really wanted to kiss you again” you took a breath then gave her another slow filthy kiss. you brought your fingers under her shorts and underwear to see how wet she was. you were pleasantly surprised to find out she was basically dripping. she moaned into your mouth as you circled your fingers around her clit. you brought your fingers to her entrance and pulled back from the kiss

“is this ok?” you didn’t want her to get caught up in the moment and regret this later

“please touch me. i need your fingers in my pussy and your mouth on my nipples” slowly, you moved your fingers in and out of her as you sucked on her other nipple. caitlin’s hands stroked your hair as you sucked, letting you know how much she was enjoying your mouth on her. you continued to work on her with your fingers and mouth until she reached her orgasm. you let her ride it out on your fingers until she relaxed. you looked up at her and smiled

“thanks for the aloe”

[grandpeachpersona]

It's A Man's World

Chapter 10 ☆Moment 4 Life☆

Sorry this took so long I just kept hitting a roadblock while writing it but I finally finished it. I hope you all enjoy as always feedback is appreciated ;) Word count: 2.17k Warnings: Lots of sports talk, Mentions of alcohol consumption, and tension😏

24 Hours before The World Series 

The stage was set: Atlanta Braves vs. Houston Astros. And believe me, I was ready.

I let out a deep breath as I racked the bar on the squat rack. Working out always seemed to calm my nerves before a big game, especially this one.

I sat down on the beach and took a sip from my water bottle. Part of my brain hadn’t fully processed the fact that tomorrow was the biggest game of my career, while the other part was trying to focus and get into the zone.

“Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!” my mom called out, quoting The Nutty Professor while clapping her hands.

Looking over my shoulder, I shook my head and laughed. “Morning, Ma.”

“Good morning, sweetheart! Breakfast is ready,” she said, leaning against the doorway.

“You didn't have to; I was going to grab something before—” I started to say, but she cut me off.

“You know how I am,” she waved her hand. “Come on upstairs and eat before the pancakes get cold.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After a fantastic breakfast made by Mom—something I'm sure my trainer will have a few words about later—I walked onto the field for practice. The familiar scents of fresh paint and damp dirt filled the air.

Practice felt different today and in a good way. Everyone was pushing themselves just a little harder, and smiles were on everyone's faces; rightfully so, considering tomorrow is the World Series—who wouldn't be excited?

Walking into the media room for what could possibly be my final time, I took a seat and quickly greeted everyone in the room.

“Sierra, how are the nerves less than 24 hours away from the World Series?” the first reporter asked.

I took a breath before answering. “Pretty good! I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous, because that would be a lie. But the right kind of nerves are good.”

“The last time you all played against the Astros, you lost a three-game series. Are you confident that you can beat them?” another reporter inquired.

Confident? Man, please.

“We don’t have any other choice but to beat them. I am confident that we’ve learned from our mistakes, and we will win,” I replied with conviction. 

Once again, Mom commandeered my kitchen for dinner, but honestly, I can't complain. There's something comforting about her culinary prowess that makes the house feel warm and inviting.

Later that evening, as I settled down to unwind, I scrolled through Instagram when a notification caught my eye. I had been tagged in a video posted by the Bengals, and my curiosity piqued. Tapping on the notification, Joe's familiar face filled my screen, a snippet from his press conference earlier that day.

“The World Series starts tomorrow. Do you plan on watching?” a reporter asked, his voice steady with anticipation.

“Yeah, I do. Got to watch my girl get the win,” Joe replied, a wide grin lighting up his face.

Wait a minute—did he just say “my girl”? 

It struck me like a bolt of lightning. We hadn't even been on a date yet, let alone discussed any labels or commitments, yet here he was, claiming me in front of the world.

Possessive? Yes. But I have to admit, I liked it.

World Series Game 1

Today is the day: Game 1 of the World Series.

Waking up felt different today. Getting dressed felt different. Even having my hair and makeup done felt different. Everything feels different, but not in a bad way—more like, this is my moment.

As I walk into the ballpark, I find myself not really paying attention to the cameras. My focus is on the game ahead of me, and I’m also trying not to trip in these heels. I see why I don’t wear them often—they hurt!

But that pain quickly faded away when the first pitch of the game was thrown.

Two teams will play between 4 to 7 games, all for one prize: the Commissioner’s Trophy. This is the World Series.

Game 1 is in the books. Unfortunately, we didn't secure a win, but that's okay; you win some, you lose some. The score was 4-8.

In Game 2, we bounced back with a blowout victory of 7-0.

Game 3 saw us lose home-field advantage, but we still managed to win in Houston, finishing with a score of 4-1.

In Game 4, Houston gained some momentum and narrowly won by one run, with a final score of 6-5.

Game 5 went into extra innings, but we pulled through and got the job done, ending with a score of 10-9.

In Game 6, the Astros clinched a victory with a grand slam, keeping their World Series hopes alive. The final score was 8-7.

Now, we find ourselves back in Atlanta for the last game of the series. As of right now, my nerves are on edge because, in this game, every hit counts, every out matters, and most importantly, every score matters.

It all comes down to this pivotal moment. The stadium is electric as I stand at the bottom of the 9th inning, two outs secured, with a runner perched on second base. With the score hanging in the balance at 8-7 against us, the weight of the situation bears down heavily on my shoulders.

I know exactly what I need to do: connect solidly with the ball and drive it deep into the outfield, giving the runner a chance to dash home. Easy, right? Just a casual swing in front of 31,000 fervent fans who are all hoping for a miracle.

Stepping into the batter's box, I adjust my helmet and take a deep breath, trying to drown out the cacophony of cheering and chanting that envelops Truist Park. The familiar strains of "It's A Man's World" echo in my ears, heightening my focus as I mentally prepare for what lies ahead.

I set my stance, feeling the cool air against my skin, and lock eyes with the pitcher on the mound. He’s a seasoned player, his demeanor calm, yet I can sense the tension rippling through him as he glances briefly at the runner on second before facing me again. With a swift motion, he winds up and launches his pitch toward me.

I tighten my grip on the bat and, as the ball approaches, I make the decision to check my swing. I hold back just in time, watching the ball sail past me — it’s a ball, one count, no strikes. I exhale slowly, mentally recalibrating for the next pitch.

Gathering my concentration again, I position myself for what could be my final chance. The pitcher goes through his routine again, taking a moment to check the runner’s position before propelling the ball towards me once more.

This time, I hold my breath as I watch the projectile race toward the plate. I swing my bat with everything I’ve got, the wood making solid contact with the ball. The sound is explosive, resonating like a whip crack through the air, sending a thrill through my veins.

As I adjust my stance, I see the ball soaring into the sky, arcing beautifully as it heads toward the outfield. It continues its ascent, disappearing over the stadium's walls and splashing into the waterfall display that adds to the ambiance of this incredible venue.

In that exhilarating moment, it hits me: we just won the World Series.

Holy shit… WE JUST WON THE WORLD SERIES!

In an adrenaline-fueled rush, I slam my bat to the ground, the echo of victory reverberating in my ears as I begin my journey around the bases. The stadium erupts in a deafening roar — fireworks burst overhead, illuminating the night sky, while the crowd erupts with cheers and shouts, a collective celebration of triumph.

Tossing my helmet aside, I approach home plate, my heart racing as my teammates swarm me the instant I touch it. They envelop me in a chaotic celebration, screaming and jumping in unison, pure joy radiating from every face.

This is the pinnacle of my dreams, a moment I’ve envisioned since I was just a nine-year-old girl playing wiffle ball in my backyard with my uncle. From being the only girl on the high school baseball team to earning a full-ride scholarship at LSU, and culminating in winning the state championship, this moment eclipses them all: winning the World Series.

God. 

is. 

good. 

Every ounce of hard work, every sacrifice, every moment of doubt pales in comparison to the realization of this dream. I stand amidst the celebration, grateful, overwhelmed, and utterly elated. This is why I play.

After a whirlwind of interviews followed by a bear bath celebration, a refreshing shower, and an energetic afterparty, I finally stepped back into the comforting embrace of my home. 

“Thanks again, Kyle,” I called out, watching as he made his way back toward the elevator, his figure illuminated by the soft hallway lights. 

“No problem, sleep well,” he replied, flashing a warm smile before disappearing behind the elevator doors. The best driver in the world, hands down.

With a sigh of relief, I unlocked my front door and crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of home washing over me. I locked the door behind me and, with a gentle thud, dropped my duffle bag right at the entrance, mentally promising myself I’d unpack it tomorrow—or, more likely, later today. All I craved was the soft cocoon of my bed, a well-deserved sanctuary after such a long day.

As I rounded the corner toward my room, I noticed a sliver of light cutting through the darkness—the kitchen light glowed unexpectedly. I furrowed my brow, certain I hadn’t left it on. Perhaps my mom had flicked it on before heading out to the airport. 

Curiosity piqued, I padded softly toward the kitchen, only to be met with an utterly unexpected sight: a strikingly handsome quarterback, standing 6’3” with tousled hair and piercing blue eyes, casually leaning against my counter like he owned the place.

“Surprise,” he said, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

A smile broke across my face as I shook my head in disbelief. “Surprise indeed,” I replied, the warmth of his presence igniting a flutter of happiness in my chest.

“C'mere,” Joe beckoned, his arms outstretched, inviting me into a hug that felt both familiar and incredibly grounding. 

I stepped into his embrace, surrendering to the moment as he nestled a tender kiss on the top of my head. “Proud of you,” he murmured, his breath warm against my hair.

Emotions swelled within me, and I simply nodded, overwhelmed by his kindness. 

Joe pulled back slightly, his gaze searching mine, an edge of concern etching his features. “You okay?”

Looking up at him, I nodded, a smile slipping out as I exhaled. “Yeah,” I breathed, “Just really, really happy—and maybe a little drunk,” I chuckled, the effects of the evening buzzing in my system. “When did you get here?”

“About an hour ago,” Joe replied, his tone laced with both excitement and regret. “Today starts my bye week, and I figured, why not surprise you? Just wish I could have been here to see you win,” he added a bittersweet note in his voice.

“It’s okay, you’re here now, and that’s all that matters to me,” I reassured him, my eyes drifting from the depth of his gaze to the inviting curve of his lips, only to return to his eyes—intensely captivating.

Ugh, why did he have to look so kissable? Damn you, vodka!

A comfortable silence enveloped us, a fragile moment stretched between us, thick with unspoken words and electric tension. 

Clearing his throat, Joe broke the stillness, “Come on, you look like you might pass out,” he teased gently, nodding toward my bedroom. It was true; the exhaustion was pulling at me, whispering sweet nothings of sleep. So, without resisting, I unwound myself from his embrace and began the trek to my room, Joe following closely behind.

I couldn’t tell if it was the lingering alcohol buzzing through my veins or the undeniable desires I felt, but the need to be close to him was intoxicating. In his arms, everything felt perfectly right.

Groaning as I woke up to the bright Atlanta sun shining in my eyes, I pulled the blanket over my head to block out some of the light. I really need to invest in blackout curtains.

Eventually, I decided it was time to get up and start my day.

But as I opened the door, I heard a noise coming from the living room. Is that the TV?

Curiosity got the better of me, and I walked into the living room.

“Morning, sweetheart,” 

@enretrogue @hoodharlow

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Twenty Four

I hovered over him, my lips tracing a slow, deliberate path along the sharp edge of his jaw, pausing briefly as I felt the way his breath hitched. For someone who prided himself on control, his body betrayed him in ways his words never could.

Every shallow exhale, every tense muscle beneath my touch, was a silent confession he didn’t want to give. My lips trailed lower, ghosting along his neck, and I felt his body stiffen beneath me. He wasn’t used to this—to surrendering, to being unraveled piece by piece. And yet, here he was, teetering on the edge of it.

I leaned back slightly, letting my lips hover over his skin, just out of reach. “You make it so hard to get through to you.”

His body tensed beneath me, his jaw tightening under the light touch of my fingers. “And you’re relentless,” he shot back, his voice a quiet rumble, laced with equal parts frustration and challenge.

I pulled back, my eyes locking onto his. “Someone has to be,” I countered, my voice sharper than I intended. “You make it impossible not to be.”

His gaze didn’t waver, but there was something in it now—a flicker of anger, or maybe it was self-defense. “Maybe that’s your problem,” he said, his tone calm but cutting. “You don’t know when to stop.”

His head turned slightly, his eyes meeting mine. Even now they seemed emotionless, as though he were trying to find some angle, some way to keep himself one step ahead of me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gave me a look that was almost condescending, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles. “It means you’re looking for something that isn’t there.”

His words hit harder than I expected, a subtle sting that I couldn’t quite brush off. But I refused to let it show. Instead, I sat up straighter, keeping my weight balanced over him as I studied his face.

“You don’t believe that,” I said, my voice quieter now, though no less firm.

He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Don’t I?”

There was a challenge in his voice, one that struck a chord deep within me. My patience, though already frayed, began to unravel further.

“You’re doing it again,” I said, my tone sharp now. “Deflecting. Turning everything into a game so you don’t have to admit what’s really going on.”

He let out a short, humourless laugh, shaking his head as his gaze drifted upward, away from me. “And what exactly is going on? Since you seem to have all the answers.”

I could feel my frustration bubbling over, the heat of it rising in my chest. “You tell me,” I shot back. “You’re the one who keeps pulling me closer just to push me away.”

His gaze snapped back to mine, sharp and unrelenting. “You think that’s what this is?” he asked, his voice far lower than before. “Me pulling you closer?”

“Yes,” I said, not missing a beat. “And you hate it. You hate that you want this as much as you do, so you twist it into something else. Something you can control.”

His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he stared up at me, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and something deeper—something I couldn’t name.

“You think you’ve got me all figured out,”

I shook my head, refusing to back down. “No. But I know enough to see what you’re doing.”

His laugh this time was louder, sharper, and cut straight through me. “You really don’t, though,” he said, his tone biting. “You’re so desperate to make sense of this, to turn it into something meaningful, but it’s not. It’s nothing.”

The words landed like a punch, knocking the air from my lungs. For a moment, I could only stare at him, my mind scrambling to process what he’d just said.

“Nothing?” I echoed, my voice quieter now, though the anger simmering beneath it was impossible to miss.

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze unflinching. “Nothing.”

I sat back, pulling my hands away from him as the weight of his words settled over me. The room seemed colder now, the tension between us crackling.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, without a word, I climbed off of him, my movements deliberate and controlled. He sat up slightly, his arms shifting as he watched me with a mix of confusion and disbelief.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I stepped off the bed, crossing the room to where my clothes lay scattered on the floor. Slowly, I began to dress, ignoring his presence entirely.

“Wait,” he said, his tone harder now. “What the hell are you doing?”

Once I was fully dressed, I turned back to face him. He was still sitting on the bed, his posture tense, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, his voice now edged with frustration.

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I walked back to the bed, but I didn’t sit down beside him. I sat opposite him, my back straight, as my gaze fixed firmly on his.

He stared back at me, his brows furrowed, his expression seeming softer—something he was trying very hard to hide.

The tension in the room was suffocating, a thick and invisible fog that seemed to press against my chest. My voice, sharp and resolute, cut through it like a knife. “Why did you hire me,” I questioned, my tone firm, daring him to deflect again.

His jaw clenched, a flicker of something—anger, frustration, guilt?—flashed across his face. He didn’t meet my gaze, his eyes locked somewhere over my shoulder as though the answer might appear there instead. “I already told you—”

“No.” My voice was louder this time, harder, my words slicing through his excuses. “You told me what you thought I wanted to hear. But I want the truth. Why me?”

His shoulders tensed, his head shaking slightly as though trying to push the conversation away. “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, his voice low, dismissive.

“Don’t bullshit me.” The words exploded out of me, venomous and raw, the frustration of weeks finally spilling over. “How the fuck can you go from hating me, from telling me my goals were unattainable, to hiring me the next week?”

He exhaled sharply, his hand flexing against the sheets as though the simple action might ground him. “I didn’t hate you,” he said finally, his voice tight and controlled.

“Don’t,” I snapped, cutting him off before he could twist this into another half-truth. “You did hate me. Or at the very least, you made it crystal fucking clear how little you thought of me. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, you decided I was worth it? Why?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze still refusing to meet mine. “You’re blowing this out of proportion,” he said, his voice cold, distant. “Not everything has to have some grand conspiracy behind it.”

I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room. “Right. Sure. So I’m supposed to believe that you just changed your mind? That it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, after all the shit you said to me? Do you even hear yourself?”

His gaze snapped to mine, dark and burning with a barely contained fury. “And what if it was?” he shot back, his voice cutting. “What if I did change my mind? People do that, you know. They re-evaluate, they reconsider—”

“Not you” I interrupted, my voice rising. “You don’t just ‘re-evaluate.’ You’re deliberate. Nothing you do is random, and we both know it. So stop lying to me and just tell me the fucking truth!”

The silence that followed was deafening. He stared at me, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, his face unreadable. For a moment, I thought he might actually answer me. But then he looked away, his jaw tightening again as his hands curled into fists.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered, shaking my head as I pushed off the bed. I began pacing the room, my anger boiling over with every step. “I’m so stupid.”

His head snapped toward me at that, his brows furrowing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I didn’t think it through,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and self-loathing. “Not once. Not for a second did I stop and ask myself why. Why someone like you—who made it so clear how beneath you I was—would suddenly offer me this opportunity. I was so desperate, so fucking eager to prove myself, that I didn’t even question it.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” he said, his tone defensive now, though there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

“Am I?” I shot back, rounding on him. “Because you sure as hell fed on that desperation. You saw how badly I wanted it, how far I’d go to prove I could be something, and you used it. You used me.”

His expression darkened, his gaze hardening. “That’s not what happened.”

“Then what did happen?” I demanded, throwing my arms out. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like you saw an opportunity to manipulate someone who was already drowning and took it whilst you had the chance.”

He stood abruptly, his movements steady as he towered over me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice low, dangerous.

“Then tell me!” I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of everything I was feeling. “Stop hiding behind excuses and half-truths and just fucking tell me!”

“Fine you want the truth.”

“Yes for fuck sake enlighten me.”

“I hired you because I knew you wouldn’t quit,” he said suddenly, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

I froze, his admission hanging between us. “What?”

“You’re relentless,” he continued, his tone colder now, more calculated. “You don’t know when to stop, even when you should. And that kind of drive—it’s useful. Even if it’s reckless. Even if it’s…” He trailed off, his gaze flickering over me with something that felt far too close to disdain.

“Even if it’s what?” I pressed, my voice quieter now, though no less firm.

He hesitated, just for a moment, before finishing. “Even if it’s pitiful.”

The word landed like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of me. I stared at him, my chest tightening as the weight of his words settled over me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t back down, his gaze steady and unrelenting.

I waited for him to say something, to explain, to offer any kind of answer, but all he did was open his mouth slightly, only to close it just as quickly. His silence wasn’t just frustrating—it was agonizing.

I was about to push again, to demand the truth he seemed so intent on hiding, when the faint, sharp sound of heels echoed from the hallway. My head turned instinctively toward the door. The rhythm of each click grew louder, and unyielding, like a countdown to some inevitable storm.

Before I could make sense of the sound, the door to the room swung open with a force that made me flinch.

Jade stood there, framed by the doorway like an ominous painting come to life. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her sharp, knowing eyes scanned the room. She was poised, effortless in her composure, but her gaze held an undeniable sharpness that felt like a blade being unsheathed.

She paused in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, as though she had all the time in the world. Her perfectly arched brow lifted slightly as her eyes darted between Jungkook and me, taking in the tension crackling between us.

“Well,” she said, her tone light but laced with something darker, “this is nice isn’t it, all three of us together like this?”

Jungkook didn’t move. His body was stiff, his expression stone-cold as he stared at her.

Jade’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, her lips twitching into the faintest of smiles before she turned her attention back to Jungkook. “I came looking for you,” she said smoothly, stepping further into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “Didn’t expect to find you…occupied.”

There was no immediate accusation in her tone, no outright insinuation, but the way she spoke made my stomach churn.

“What do you want?” Jungkook finally said, his voice low and even.

She tilted her head, her smile widening slightly as she walked closer to him. “So formal,” she mused, her tone playful. “Don’t act like you weren’t expecting me.”

Her eyes darted back to me, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw curiosity flicker across her face. But it was subtle, quickly replaced by that practiced smugness that she wielded like a weapon.

“And you,” she said, her gaze locking onto me with unnerving precision as she pointed out Jungkook’s nakedness. “Didn’t think this was your kind of scene.”

My throat tightened, but I forced myself to stand my ground, refusing to shrink under her scrutiny. “I could say the same about you,” I replied, my tone steadier than I felt.

She laughed softly, the sound dripping with mock amusement. “Touché,” she said lightly, though the look she gave me was anything but friendly.

For a moment, the room was quiet again, the silence heavy and fraught. Jade’s eyes lingered on me, her expression thoughtful as if she were piecing together a puzzle. And then, slowly, her gaze shifted to Jungkook.

She studied him closely, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as though she were dissecting every detail of his body language. The tension in the room was palpable, and it was clear that she was starting to suspect something—but not enough to confirm it. Not yet.

Jade took another step forward, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, and crossed her arms over her chest. “So,” she said, her tone deceptively casual. “Care to tell me what I just walked in on?”

Neither of us answered.

Her gaze flicked between us again, sharp and calculating, and her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. I felt the blood drain from my face, my chest tightening as I watched her expression shift.

“Jade, you should leave.” Jungkook said warningly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

“Oh,” she said, her smile widening into something cruel. “I see now. The cat’s out of the bag, isn’t it?”

She looked at me then, her eyes glittering with amusement and disdain. “Well, this is…rich,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “I thought it would take longer for you to put two and two together.”

My fists clenched at my sides, but I forced myself to hold her gaze, refusing to let her see how deeply her words cut.

Jade tilted her head, studying me like I was some kind of amusing little spectacle. “I have to hand it to you,” she said, her voice saccharine. “You’ve got guts. Delusion, too, but definitely guts.”

“You don’t know what your on about,” I said, my voice sharp, though it trembled slightly.

She ignored me, her attention shifting back to Jungkook. “So, how’d you break it to her?” she asked, her tone casual but cutting. “A charity project? Some kind of distraction?”

I turned to Jungkook, my chest tightening with anger and something else I couldn’t quite name. But when I looked at him, he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at Jade, his expression cold and unreadable.

The weight of his indifference hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my throat tighten as I fought to keep my emotions in check.

Jade noticed, of course. Her smile widened, and she let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Oh, honey,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “You really thought this was something, didn’t you? That you mattered?”

I turned back to her, my eyes burning with anger. “You don’t know anything about me,” I said, my voice low but firm.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t I?” she asked.

The room felt impossibly small, the tension between the three of us suffocating. I could feel the sting of tears threatening to form, but I blinked them away, refusing to give her the satisfaction.

Jade’s heels echoed in the room as she stepped closer, her sharp eyes zeroing in on me like a predator stalking its prey. “You know,” she began, her tone light, almost conversational, but underlined with an unmistakable edge of cruelty, “you’re such an open book. I can see it all—your confusion, your anger, your desperation. It’s all written across your face, plain as day.”

I stayed silent, my heart pounded in my chest, but my body was frozen. Jade’s smirk widened as if my silence only fed her.

“You probably think you’re holding it together, don’t you?” she continued, circling me now, her blonde hair shining like a cruel halo in the soft light. “It’s funny how easy it is to tell exactly what you’re thinking. Let me guess.” She tapped her finger against her chin in mock thought. “You’re trying to piece everything together. Trying to figure out when it all started, how you didn’t see it coming. Am I close?”

My chest tightened, the rising heat of humiliation warring with the icy dread curling in my stomach. But still, I said nothing.

Jade let out a low laugh, pausing just in front of me, her blue eyes gleaming with unrestrained malice. “Oh, Aylah,” she said, dragging out my name like it was some kind of joke. “You thought this was your moment, didn’t you? That you were proving all those people who doubted you wrong?” She tilted her head, mock pity dripping from her words. “That this was your big break.”

Her words cut deeper with each syllable, but I refused to let her see the cracks forming in my composure. My nails dug into my palms as I forced myself to keep my head high.

“But here’s the thing,” she said, stepping closer, her voice suddenly colder. “That’s not how the real world works. No one makes it anywhere without the right backing, the right connections. That’s the reality. And someone like you?” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper. “You’re just grasping at straws.”

The room felt smaller, the air heavier, as her words settled around me like chains.

“And that little stunt you pulled? Walking up to the worlds leading f1 racer after a race and telling him you’re a designer, hoping he’d be willing to help?” She shook her head, her laugh derisive. “It’s pitiful.”

My breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening as the memory of that moment—the moment I first approached Jungkook—flooded back. But what froze me wasn’t her words. It was the realisation. She knew.

I turned to Jungkook, my voice trembling as I asked, “How does she know about that?”

Jade’s grin widened, her teeth gleaming as if she’d been waiting for this question. “Oh, you still don’t get it, do you?” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. She stepped back, gesturing to herself with a flourish. “I told you the last time we met to not forget that I’m the CEO’s daughter. Anything I say goes.” Her smile more triumphant, as she gestured toward Jungkook. “And Jungkook here? He listens to my every word.”

My chest tightened, my breath coming in shallow bursts as her words sank in. “What are you talking about?” I asked, the question tumbling from my lips before I could stop it.

Jade’s smirk turned downright gleeful as she crossed the room toward Jungkook. Without hesitation, she perched herself on his lap, her movements smooth as her arms snaked around his neck. The sight of it made my stomach twist painfully, but the worse part was the fact that he didn’t react. He didn’t push her away, didn’t even look uncomfortable. He just sat there, his face blank, his gaze fixed ahead as if I wasn’t even in the room.

“So sorry to break it to you, sweetheart,” Jade said, her voice sing-song and dripping with mockery, “but he wasn’t the one who hired you. I was.”

I stared at her, the words refusing to register. “You’re lying,” I said, though my voice faltered.

“Am I?” she said, arching an eyebrow as she adjusted herself in Jungkook’s lap. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as her eyes locked onto mine, dark and unforgiving. “Think about it, Aylah. Why else would you get this job? Do you really think you impressed him that much? You of all people?” She laughed, shaking her head like it was all one big joke. “God, you’re even more delusional than I thought.”

I looked at Jungkook again, desperate for any kind of denial, any sign that this wasn’t true. But he still wouldn’t meet my gaze. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense, but he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

“Why did you hire me?” I asked, the question barely audible, though my voice shook with the effort to keep it steady.

Jade’s smirk grew impossibly wider, satisfaction radiating from her as she leaned closer to Jungkook, her head resting lightly against his. “Let’s just say,” she began, her voice soft and mockingly sweet, “you were part of a little plan. A plot, really. To help strengthen our relationship.”

Her words felt like a knife twisting in my chest, but she wasn’t finished.

“I needed an F1 racer ready to take on the Grand Prix,” she continued, her tone casual, like she was explaining something mundane. “And Jungkook here needed someone to release his anger on. Someone disposable. Someone eager to please him.” Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as she stared at me. “And then, lucky for us, along came Aylah Jace Banks. The delusional little girl who thought she’d made it big. Who actually believed she had some kind of control over the situation, and played right into it.”

I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was caving in, my vision blurring as her words settled over me.

Jade tilted her head, her expression turning almost playful. “It was almost too easy,” she said, her voice light and mocking. “You were so desperate, so naive. You agreed without a second thought.”

I turned back to Jungkook one last time, searching for anything—any flicker of humanity, of remorse. But his eyes remained fixed on Jade, his face a blank mask. And that silence—that damning, soul-crushing silence—spoke louder than anything he could have said.

I felt the tears threaten to spill, but I swallowed hard, forcing them back. I wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of them. But inside, I was breaking, piece by piece, as the truth finally settled in.

“Tell her, Jungkook,” Jade purred, her voice sultry and commanding as her lips brushed against his ear. Her tone was sweetened with mockery, as if she were savouring the final act of her cruel spectacle. “Tell her how it is. She deserves the truth, doesn’t she?”

The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension and my own dread. My pulse roared in my ears as I stared at him, begging him silently to deny everything, to give me something—anything—to hold onto.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his hands resting stiffly on his lap. For a fleeting moment, his gaze met mine. In his dark eyes, I thought I caught a flicker of something—regret, hesitation, even guilt. It was so faint I might have imagined it, but for one fragile second, I dared to hope.

Then he broke our gaze, his eyes dropping back down to his lap as his shoulders slumped. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, flat, and devoid of emotion.

“It’s true,” he said, each word cutting through me like a blade. “You were just a means to an end.”

The weight of his words hit me all at once, like a crushing blow to the chest. My knees felt weak, and my hands trembled at my sides as I struggled to process what he had just said. The finality in his tone, the utter lack of care or warmth—it left me breathless, like the air had been sucked out of the room.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as my voice cracked. “You—you don’t mean that.”

I looked at him desperately, searching for some sign that he was lying, but he refused to look at me, his face a mask of indifference as if my presence in the room was no more significant than a piece of furniture.

“Aw, poor thing,” Jade cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she turned her attention back to me. Her eyes sparkled with delight, “She’s still trying to convince herself you care. Isn’t it adorable?”

Her words were like salt in an open wound, and I bit down hard on my lip to keep my outer shell from breaking entirely.

“You’re not needed anymore,” Jade said, her tone light and dismissive. “So why don’t you do us all a favour and leave? Go find another dream to chase—one that’s more befitting of a girl like you and doesn’t involve my boyfriend.”

Her words sent another stab of pain through my chest, but she didn’t stop there. She turned her attention back to Jungkook, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk.

“And you,” she murmured, leaning closer to him until her lips brushed against his jawline. “You’ve done such a good job.”

Then she kissed him, right there in front of me. Her lips pressed against his with the kind of confidence that screamed ownership, and my stomach twisted violently at the sight.

Jungkook didn’t pull away. Instead, he let her guide his arms around her waist, his hands settling there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Something inside me shattered.

I couldn’t watch anymore. The lump in my throat grew too big to swallow, and the tears I’d been desperately trying to hold back finally spilled over. My vision blurred, and I turned on my heel, stumbling toward the door. My legs felt like jelly, barely able to support me as I fled the room.

The sound of Jade’s laughter followed me into the hallway, sharp and biting. “Bye, Aylah,” she called out, her voice sing-song and mocking. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.

I barely made it to the guest room before the sobs broke free. The second the door closed behind me, I collapsed against it, my body shaking with the force of my tears.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let myself believe, even for a second, that I mattered to him? That I mattered at all?

The pain was suffocating, an ache so deep and all-consuming that it felt like it would swallow me whole. But even through the haze of my grief, one thought stood out above all the rest: I couldn’t stay here. Not another second.

I pushed myself off the door, my movements frantic and uncoordinated as I yanked open the wardrobe. My hands trembled as I grabbed the first suitcase I saw, throwing it onto the bed and unzipping it with shaking fingers.

I began shoving my clothes inside, not caring if they wrinkled or folded properly. I just needed to get out, to escape the suffocating weight of this house and the people inside it.

Each item I packed felt heavier than the last, a tangible reminder of my foolishness. My sketchbook, my favorite jacket, the iPad he’d given me—all of it mocked me now, reminders of the naive girl who thought she could make something of herself.

Tears blurred my vision as I finished packing, and my hands were shaking so badly that it took me three tries to zip the suitcase closed.

Dragging it off the bed, I stumbled into the hallway, the wheels rattling loudly against the wooden floor as I made my way toward the stairs.

The descent felt endless, every step weighed down by the crushing weight of my emotions. By the time I reached the front door, I could barely breathe.

The night air hit me like a slap in the face, cold and biting against my tear-streaked cheeks. I stumbled down the driveway, my chest heaving as I fought to keep the tears at bay.

But the farther I got from the house, the harder it became to hold myself together. My legs gave out halfway down the street, and I collapsed against a wall, the suitcase slipping from my grasp.

The sobs broke free, loud and raw as they tore through me. I pressed my face against my knees, my hands gripping my hair as I cried, the sound of my own heartbreak echoing in my ears.

How could I have been so blind? So naive? I’d let them use me, manipulate me, and I hadn’t seen it coming until it was too late.

I didn’t know how long I stayed there, curled up on the cold pavement, the tears streaming down my face. It could have been minutes or hours, but time felt meaningless in the face of my despair.

“Aylah,” a voice called out, soft but firm, cutting through the haze of my grief.

I froze, my body stiffening at the sound. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it, my mind conjuring some figment of comfort to ease the pain. But then the voice came again, closer this time.

“Aylah.”

Slowly, I lifted my head, my tear-streaked face turning toward the sound.

Standing a few feet away was a familiar figure, her expression filled with equal parts worry and determination.

“Mum?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.

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Part 26: Do You Love Me

Summary: They have a lot of time to make up for.

Word Count: 5,769

Warnings: Smut, marathon sex, oral sex, size kink, bit of a praise kink, unintentional voyeurism, and references to polyamory and past suicide attempts.

Notes: I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has read this fic. This one in particular has been a passion project of mine since nearly the initial creation of Lucy, and I am so, so glad that you enjoyed it enough to read all the way to the end! Thank you so much for all the support that you have given me!

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Chapter 22: Hopelessly Tangled

Lucy took in a deep, shuddering breath and pushed open the door leading into the room where she had been staying at Charlie’s yard. A shiver had gone through her when she passed by the red door leading into the washroom, a sick feeling twisting in her stomach. 

She slipped away while Tommy was speaking to Charlie regarding what to do with the opium shipment they still had at the yard. Originally the plan was for Charlie to take the shipment out while the coppers were all distracted by the assassination. But obviously that had all gone to hell, and it hadn’t been safe to move the shipment yet.

Tommy had cast her an alarmed look when she murmured into his ear that she needed to go take care of something in her old room. But he seemed to calm at least somewhat after she squeezed his hand and reassured him that she was okay. It would take only a minute. 

The room looked different without her suitcases in the corner, her makeup and jewelry on the desk, or the fifty million bouquets of flowers that Tommy had sent her during her stay there. It seemed bigger, yes. But also more empty. Barren. 

Her eyes fixed on the bed, mind turning back to all those nights spent laying on it, cold and lonely and crying.

Pushing up the mattress, she grabbed the slip of paper tucked underneath it, then set the mattress down, turned, and sat on the bed. 

Her fingers traced delicately over the train ticket, thumbing over the printed date and time. Rooting around in her pocket, she pulled out her lighter, clicking it on and just about to coax the corner of the ticket into the flame when she heard the sound of the floorboards by the door creaking. 

Looking up, she was met with Tommy standing in the doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets and watching her calculatingly, a frown set into his face. Lucy clicked off the lighter, imagining that she likely looked an awful lot like a child who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

Closing the door behind him and approaching her with heavy footfalls, Tommy sat down beside her on the bed, cringing at the way that the springs creaked with complaint under their combined weight. Neither of them said anything, both just staring down at the train ticket still clutched between her fingers. 

“I bought it after you said that you were going to kill Mosley for her. I thought that I’d lost you forever, so…” she trailed off, fingers rubbing at the edges of the paper. “I thought it would be better for everyone.”

Tommy was quiet for a considerable stretch of time. His shoulder brushed against hers, his fingers fidgeting with each other. She wondered if that was a habit he’d picked up from her, or her from him. 

“Were you going to tell me?” he asked finally, voice soft despite it only being them in the room. 

“I don’t know,” she sighed. She could sense the hurt coming off of him in waves at that. She shook her head at her past actions. “I look back on the way that I was thinking and behaving then, and it all seems so silly now.”

Tommy shifted, reaching out silently in request for the ticket. She passed it to him without complaint. His shoulders sagged as he stared down at it clutched gingerly between his hands. Lucy cocked her head.

“What?” 

He looked up at her, eyes sad. “If you really want to leave–”

“I don’t. I never wanted to. I thought that you–” she pulled in a trembling breath. “I thought it would be what was best for you.”

He searched her eyes carefully, and she met his gaze steadfastly, daring him to find any lie or wavering in it. Knowing that he would find none. Satisfied, he held out the ticket to her, and she clicked the lighter back on, holding the flame up to the delicate paper. She and Tommy watched as the flames caught, the parchment beginning to curl and smoke before fully catching ablaze. Tommy turned the paper carefully to avoid letting the yellow flames touch his fingers. And once the fire had mostly engulfed the ticket, Lucy snagged the ashtray on the nightstand for him to drop it into. Setting it and her lighter both back down on the table, she leaned into him. His arm wrapped around her, tucking her closer to his chest while they watched the last remnants of the train ticket turn to ash. 

His other hand stroked along her forearm, delicately trailing his fingers down until they brushed against the raised, barely healed scar on her wrist. 

The stitches had come out that morning. Finally. And while it would still be awhile until she could be considered truly one hundred percent healed, it was close enough for her to not need anymore bandaging or sutures.  

“You’re the love of my life, you know,” Tommy said, lips touching to the crown of her head.

Lucy felt like she might’ve been about to burst with love and affection for him. Raising her face, she cradled both his cheeks in her palms, resting her forehead against his. “And you’re mine.”

His hands smoothed up her back, holding her to him. “I got something for you.”

Lucy leaning back to look at him, a smile pulling at the edges of her lips. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “Close your eyes.”

She raised an eyebrow, but complied. She could hear him shifting about beside her.

“Alright. Open ‘em.”

She blinked open her eyes, and was greeted with a delicate gold chain dangling from Tommy’s fingers where they were poised in front of her. Glinting in the light on the end of the chain, was a little golden heart pendant. 

“Tommy…” she reached out, fingers brushing over the pendant. It was just small and simple enough to be to her tastes. And she could wear it with her daily attire easily. But she knew just from looking at it that it was made of real gold.  

“You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” she turned so that he could fasten it around her neck. It fell to rest just below her collarbone. “Thank you.”

“I had it charmed,” he said, finishing doing the clasp and dropping his face to nuzzle in her neck. “For good luck. Protection. And love” He punctuated each with a kiss to her throat. Turning around, Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

“Thank you, darling.” She touched his face. “I love it.”

“Every time you look at it, I want you to remember. Remember how much I love you.”

“I will.” Their noses bumped a little on their next kiss, but that didn’t dissuade them. 

“And,” he said–a little breathlessly, she noted smugly. “If that’s not enough. If you’re still doubting it, just ask me. Alright? Just ask me the question. Doesn’t matter the time, or the place, or what else might be on my mind. You ask, and I’ll answer, eh?”

“Okay,” she agreed. “Okay, I promise.”

His hands landed on her hips, tightening as he pulled her closer, an approving growl rumbling in his chest. “Good. Now c’mere.”

He pulled her impossibly closer to him, kissing her ferociously, his hands running over her sides before settling on her hips.

Lucy gasped delightedly into the kiss, hands going to fist at the front of his coat. Tommy’s tongue slid eagerly into her mouth, their kisses growing impossibly deeper with each passing moment. Her head spun a little, and had they not already been sitting down, she may have been at risk of her legs giving out. 

Just as she felt like she may very well run out of oxygen, Tommy broke the kiss to begin peppering his mouth along her throat. Nose brushing along where her neck met shoulder, she felt him inhaling deeply, and when he pushed her coat and suit jacket both from her shoulders, she didn’t stop him. Simply instead taking his own two outermost layers in her hands and nudging them off him, giving her much better access to grope at his biceps and run her hands along his chest. 

With a groan, Tommy began to fumble with the buttons on her waistcoat, pushing it off of her to land with an unceremonious thump on the floor. Warm hands slipped under her white shirt, stroking along her ribs.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes soft when they regarded her, asking for permission for more. She nodded eagerly, pressing wantonly against him. It had been far, far too long since he had touched her. Hands moving more frantically now, they both worked swiftly to rid the other of their clothes. Tommy’s waistcoat joined hers on the floor, while he became distracted after unbuttoning her shirt by caressing her breasts through her bra. Lucy giggled at the somewhat awkward maneuvering they had to do to get out of their holsters, before pressing her lips to the newly uncovered skin of his chest from her unbuttoning his shirt. Her bra was flicked open by clever fingers and flung to some faraway place in the depths of the room. Both naked from the waist up, Tommy scooped her up to press flush against him, lowering her backward to lay on the tiny bed. 

Immediately crawling on top of her, he set to work hastily ridding her of the remainder of her clothes, trousers and underwear pulled away and tossed carelessly to the floor in one quick movement. Legs fell open for him to settle between them, Tommy purring in approval at her nakedness, open mouthed kisses being planted along her neck down to her chest. 

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered between kisses, tongue circling one of her nipples before making his way down her body. 

“Missed you too,” she managed to get out, hand tugging on his dark hair and eliciting a groan from him. A finger circled over her clit, another groan clawing its way from Tommy’s throat at how wet she was. His burning lips pressed kisses to her thighs, his fingers beginning to work her over, thumb rubbing her clit while he slowly slipped two thick digits inside her.

She was teetering over the edge of an orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly, hands gripping the bed sheets so hard she was afraid that she might tear them. Tommy smirked, head tilted to the side.

“You wanna come? You wanna fucking come, sweet girl?”

Lucy nodded desperately.

“Yeah. You come as many fucking times as you want tonight.” With that he leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lick over her. A strangled cry ripped from her lips, back arching as after only a few expert swipes of his tongue, Tommy had her hurtling headfirst into an intense orgasm.

Grasping tightly at her thighs, Tommy pulled her closer to his mouth, hungrily lapping at her until she was nudging his head away from overstimulation. He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirking. Lucy blinked up at him, hand pawing out to rub in interest along his chest, feeling the muscle ripple beneath her as she traced over the shape of his tattoos. Allowing her fingers to dip lower, it was her turn to smirk at the rather desperate noise that Tommy made when she cupped the large bulge in his trousers. She tugged at his belt, eyes narrowed demandingly.

“Off.”

He shifted off the bed for only a moment to strip off his trousers and underwear before crawling back over her, nose bumping against hers, bracing his arms on either side of her head. His eyes were incredibly soft, the icy blue thawed to a warm ocean.

“My beautiful girl,” he stroked her cheek, kisses pressed to her lips. Lucy wound her arms around his neck, thighs going around his waist. His erection burned where the thick length pressed against her inner thigh. Her core fluttered and clenched, wanting nothing more than to finally have him inside of her again.

In one swift move, she flipped them, careful so as to not accidentally send them both careening to the floor off of the narrow bed. 

“Yes,” Tommy breathed out at her straddling him, hands landing on her hips to help stabilize her. “Yes, fuck me.” His head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. “Please fuck me, Lucy.”

A shiver wracked through him as she gripped his shaft, stroking him in her fist before lining him up, her entire body shuddering as she slowly sunk down onto him. A moan fell from her lips, grasping at Tommy’s shoulders for stability, head tilted back as he filled her. Beneath her, Tommy growled, an arm going around her while the other clasped tight enough to her hip to leave bruises.

“Lucy,” he whispered, sitting up to press kisses along her collarbone. A swell of possessiveness washed over her, gripping his face in one hand and forcing him to look at her. The other hand rested over his chest, right above his heart.

“You’re mine,” she said, not room for argument in her voice. Tommy’s cock twitched inside of her at the words, eyelashes fluttering, pupils dilating until she could barely see any of the blue of his irises. One large hand covered hers, stroking the skin.

“I’m yours,” he agreed.

She leaned forward, lips pressing fully to his, and began to ride him. With his hips rolling up to meet hers with each bounce, they set a slow, deep pace, continuing to kiss languidly, hands caressing every inch of skin they could reach as they made love.

“Tommy,” she moaned, head falling backward and grasping at his hair tightly. “Tommy.” Her pace quickened, Tommy’s thumb pressing against her clit again, rubbing careful circles. With each stroke he was hitting her in exactly the perfect spot, stars dancing across her vision with each thrust.

“You gonna come for me again, love?” Tommy asked sweetly, devilish grin pulling at his cheeks when he felt her clench down on his cock at the sound of his rumbling voice. “Yeah, that’s it.”

A strangled sob left her lips, sinking her nails into Tommy’s back and earning a growl in response. Her next orgasm shuddered through her powerfully, leaving her legs shaking and head spinning. 

“Good girl,” Tommy praised, sitting up and wrapping her up in his arms, rolling them so that he was once again on top of her. His tempo grew faster with each thrust, fucking her through her second orgasm and almost directly into a third. Lucy moaned impossibly loudly, eyes rolling, the poor little bed rattling and squeaking with their combined movements. 

“I love you,” Tommy growled between thrusts. “I will always love you.” He hooked a leg over his hip, pumping into her furiously. Lucy pulled him down to kiss him hard, clinging to his back, legs wrapping more securely around his hips to keep him close. She could tell, by the way his breathing quickened and his cock twitched and throbbed, that he was close. He pushed her legs open and further back, like he was trying to get as deep inside of her as possible.

“I love you, too,” she said softly against his lips. Tommy moaned. “No matter what.”

He let out a bellowing roar, back arched as his cock twitched and throbbed powerfully inside her. Lucy cried out, the feeling of him pouring his cum inside of her triggering another orgasm, arms wrapping around Tommy’s shoulders while he thrusted as deep inside of her as he could get and stayed there, body trembling in her arms as he came hard.

Slumping against her, Tommy’s head burrowed into the crook of her neck, breath hot where it tickled her skin. His body was warm and heavy on top of hers, a welcome and comforting weight after so long without him. Lucy brought a hand up to stroke through his soft hair, peacefulness washing over them both. After a moment Tommy raised up on his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling out gingerly and shifting to lay on his side beside her. Or, he tried to. Considering the tiny space of the bed, he ended up situating them more so that she was settled on top of his chest with his arms around her. It reminded her of years ago, back when she would sneak into Tommy’s tiny flat in Small Health and they’d curl up together on his tiny bed, bodies pressed together. A hand petted through her thoroughly mussed red hair.

“Holy fuck.”

She laughed breathlessly, turning her face to press a kiss to the sunbeams tattooed around his pectoral. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, grinning down at her while he caught his breath. 

“We’ve still got it, eh?”

She stretched up to kiss him tenderly. “Damn right.” Cuddling back into his chest, she let her eyes drop closed contentedly at the familiar warmth of him around her. 

Tommy shifted, grabbing the lighter she’d dropped on the nightstand and a pack of cigarettes that she must have left there, lighting one for himself. For a while they laid in peaceful silence, Lucy beginning to doze on his chest while he traced nonsensical patterns into her skin. There was no doubt in her mind that they weren’t even close to done for the night. If true to habit, Tommy would be ready to go again within a couple more minutes. They had a lot of catching up to do.  

“Tommy?”

“Hm?”

She frowned, trying to figure out how to word the question. Or if she should even ask it at all. It wasn’t really any of her business. Not really. But she couldn’t help but wonder, with the amount in which he’d just came in her…

“How much sex did you have after I moved out?”

He froze. Then reached over slowly to set his cigarette down into the ashtray, and tilted her face up by the chin to look at him. His throat worked, and she saw shame and guilt enter his eyes. 

“Only twice.”

She frowned. She had expected it to be a lot more than that. “That’s it?”

He nodded, wincing. “Once a few days after you moved out. I was drunk and…depressed and Lizzie was there. I think I might’ve called her by your name at one point, but she didn’t say anything about it. And then the second time was in the cupboard at her birthday party.”

Turning onto her side on his chest, she trailed her fingers up and down through the hair that sprouted between his pecs. “Oh. I figured it would be more.”

“I haven’t exactly been in the mood much, recently.” His fingers slid through her hair languidly. “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?”

“When I said that it wasn’t the same. It’s not. It’s better with you.”

She felt herself flush all the way from head to toe. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He pecked at her shoulder. “I dreamed about you.”

“You did?”

“Came in my sleep like a fucking teenager.”

She grinned at the mental image. He’d probably been so exasperated once he’d realized what had happened. 

She felt his hips shift a little against her.  

“And there was no one else? Other than Lizzie?”

“No. No one else.” He rubbed his nose along the length of her shoulder. “What about you, hm?”

“Nothing and no one.” She had never felt comfortable enough to be that vulnerable with someone else without Tommy there. With the exception of Grace. “Except my hand, once.” A wicked thought occurred to her. Tilting her head up, she let her lips graze across the base of his neck when she spoke. “In this bed. Thinking of you…”

“Fuck,” his hips bucked, pushing his swelling cock against her hip desperately. Lucy angled her head up to meet him when his mouth came crashing down onto hers.   

As soon they parted, he leaned in to press kisses to her neck. In a smooth movement he rolled them so that he was on top, growing erection grinding against her. Catching at his shoulders, Lucy pulled back just enough to look at him. 

“The others…” she started, biting her lip. “They’re just bodies, right?”

She saw understanding enter Tommy’s eyes at her repeating the term he had used earlier. Getting at what she was really asking. 

“Just bodies,” he agreed, leaning in to kiss her again, then chuckled and shook his head fondly. “As if I could make love to anyone else but you,” he tutted, hands running all over her body.

“Silver tongued bastard,” she crooned affectionately, hands tangling in his hair. Tommy chuckled, the vibrations against her chest making her shiver.

“You’re not going to be able to walk straight after I’m done with you…” his voice was beginning to get growly again, her core clenching around nothing as she whined and arched into the teasing touches that he was laying on her.

“Promises, promises,” she teased, grinning at the way his eyes lit up at the challenge.

And then her head was lolling back onto the pillow, moaning while her hands scrambled at his powerful shoulders, as with one expert forward thrust of his hips, he pushed inside of her once more. 

“Oh my God…” Tommy moaned wantonly, as if he'd just been reunited with the missing half of his soul. His eyes closed, head tipping back, face contorting with bliss. “Fucking hell, sweetheart.”

She gasped at the praise, grabbing onto him fiercely. Her legs squeezed around his hips while she clawed at his back as he set an absolutely brutal pace, thrusting into her so hard that the headboard struck the wall with each one.

Lucy moaned with abandon, not caring if the whole yard could hear her. Good God, how had she ever managed to live without this?

He felt fucking huge. Splitting her open with each thrust, filling her completely. She caught herself staring at the place where they were joined in awe, amazed that something so massive could actually fit in her. His cock glimmered with their combined juices every time he pulled out, a wet squelch sounding when he thrust back in balls deep, skin slapping together when their hips met.

She felt like she might combust from how good it all felt. And then he started talking. 

“This what you thought about, love? In this bed, all on your own? You imagine me splitting you open like this? Fucking you ‘til neither of us can move…Mm…” He thrusted all the way in and stayed there, grinding against her. His pubic bone slid against her clit wonderfully. “Squeezing me so tight, honey,” he purred when he picked the pace back up again. “Shit, you feel so good. Best fucking cunt I’ve ever been in…”

She sobbed at the praise, clinging to him for dear life. With a hand in his hair she dragged his mouth down to hers, kissing him greedily. His pace increased, pounding into her like a fucking animal. The bed creaked and groaned angrily under them.

“Right there,” she squeaked, head falling back against the pillows. The tip of his cock rubbed right up against that spot inside her again, stars bursting behind her eyes. “Right there, don’t stop, Tommy. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…”

“Fuck,” he grunted, hands fisting in the sheets at either side of her head. “I’m not gonna last.”

She tightened her legs around him, urging him in deeper. His mouth found hers, tongues tangling, devouring each other’s moans. Their hands, the ones with the still healing cuts from their pact in the woods across their palms, entwined. Lucy could feel the band tightening within her. Just a little more…

There was a loud crack, and then a sudden snap from under them. Lucy yelped, finding herself suddenly and momentarily in free-fall. Above her, Tommy’s eyes widened, seizing her in his arms and curling his body protectively around her. 

It took her a moment to realize what happened. The support beams of the bed frame had completely snapped, leaving the mattress to fall unceremoniously onto the floor amongst the wooden wreckage of the broken frame. 

“Shit,” Tommy gasped out, cupping the side of her face. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You?” she choked out. He nodded to confirm that he was okay. They looked at each other, and then immediately descended into giggles. 

“Fucking hell,” Tommy chuckled, dropping his head into her neck. “What’s this thing made out of? Rotted wood?”

“It’s old,” she managed between wheezes. “It was already here when I arrived in 1918.”

“Mm,” he hummed, glancing around at the damage and shaking his head. When he returned his gaze to her, she felt the air around them shift again. His eyes darted over her face, lingering on her lips, and she was suddenly deeply aware of the fact that he was still very much buried inside her and throbbing. 

Hand sliding up to brace near her head, Tommy pushed himself up to kiss her again. This time slow and deep. Their mouths moved sensually together, tongues stroking as he started to slowly rock his hips. 

She clung to him like he was a lifeline, cradling his face and running her fingers through his hair. Tommy sighed deeply into her mouth, a hand running along her side to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, then creeping downwards to stroke her clit in time with his thrusts. 

“Ohhh, c’mere,” he shuddered, arm hooking around her, crushing her to his chest. And all the while he kept on kissing her. Over and over again. So tenderly and passionately it made her heart feel as though it were about to explode out of her chest. 

How could she have ever been so stupid as to have doubted his love for her? When he was making love to her like this, it was impossible to think that he didn’t adore her down to his very soul.  

She came softly, with her back arching and a soft gasp of his name shuddering from her mouth. He was not far behind, whispering her name and sweet nothings into her ear as he pressed in and emptied another generous load inside her. 

“This bed is fucking terrible,” he complained, after pulling out and shifting them so that she was laying on his chest once more. Lucy hummed in agreement. 

“Yeah. Probably did everyone a favor by breaking it.”

He snorted, pressing his smile into her hair. Sitting up, she straddled him, Tommy raising an intrigued eyebrow at the position, his hands resting on her hips.  

“You’re my favorite person,” she told him seriously. His eyes softened. 

“You’re my favorite too, sweetheart.”

Rubbing her thumb along his cheek, she smiled at him tenderly, reaching with her other hand for his cock. It twitched in interest against her palm, and Tommy smirked cockily. 

“I’m warning you now,” she leaned forward to murmur in his ear. “I’m gonna put that famous Shelby stamina to the test, my love.”

He looked absolutely delighted at the prospect. His cock throbbed. It didn’t take long for her to have to ready and raring to go once more, guiding him to her entrance and sheathing down onto him with a moan. 

Later, when they’d both kept their promises–him to fuck her until neither of them could move, and her to put his renowned endurance to the test–she looked up at him shyly from her spot curled up on his chest. “Thank you for not letting me go,” she said.

He caressed her cheek with his fingers, touch warm and gentle. “I promised you,” he whispered, as if there had never been any question in his mind that he would keep it. 

∗ ∗ ∗

Charlie was happy for them. Really. They’d both been so miserable during the separation. Everything was back to the way it should be.

But holy fuck, did they have to be so fucking loud about it?

He shot a glower towards the wall at the sound of another loud moan reverberating from the other side.

Fuck’s sake. He’d have thought that they’d have tired themselves out by now. They'd been at it for hours.

His cheeks and ears burned. He had managed to sleep for a little while, but then there’d been the sound of what he could only describe as a small earthquake next door, sending him shooting straight up in bed.

Ever since then, he’d been in and out. Just as he managed to doze off, they’d make some particularly loud racket that sent him jerking awake again. If he didn’t know better he would have suspected that they were doing it on purpose. Not even putting his pillow over his ears was enough to drown them out. 

Silence fell on the other side of the wall, and he let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. 

Then there was a loud…wet noise, and Tommy started promptly screaming Lucy’s name loud enough to bring the roof down.  

Nope. Nope. Uncomfortable as it may be to sleep in the stables, it was better than having to listen to this.

He snatched up his pillow and stomped irritably for the door, mumbling under his breath. 

Fucking Shelbys. 

∗ ∗ ∗

Tommy moaned, body shuddering with his orgasm as he pumped his hips at a languish pace a few times before stilling. Pressed deep inside of Lucy, his balls fluttering and tightening with each generous spurt of seed that he was filling her with. Below him, Lucy moaned, hands grasping at his back and shoulders as her walls clenched tight around him with her own release, milking him for absolutely everything he had.

He had awoken to her cradled warm and safe in his arms, red hair spread out on his chest where her head was nestled, their bodies practically intertwined with how closely they were pressed together in the tiny bed, arms and legs tangled together. 

He had fucked her deep into the night. Probably had kept poor Charlie awake with all the noise they’d been making. And when they were finally well and truly exhausted, they’d collapsed into a pile of sweaty, satisfied limbs and fallen asleep. That morning he allowed himself the chance to just admire her for a while as she slept. The soft strands of her hair, the freckles covering her face. The way her limbs twitched in her sleep and she snuggled closer to him. She was heartbreakingly beautiful. His favorite person in the entire world.

It was with soft kisses to her neck that he woke her, hands running adoringly over her soft skin. It had been around when she pressed a sleepy kiss to the tattoo encircling his left pec that his cock had inevitably stirred awake, and they ended up right where they left off the night before.

Now basking in their afterglows, Lucy laughed sweetly, hand petting through his dark hair.

“Good morning to you, too.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to a scar on her chest and sitting up. “We have meetings with constituents at the Garrison this morning.”

“How long do we have?”

His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. “About an hour.”

“Oh, good,” she said, rolling them over so he was on his back with her hovering over him. Tommy laughed, grinning up at her almost boyishly. “We have enough time for this, then,” she murmured huskily, leaning down to kiss him heatedly. 

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They just barely managed to be ready in time, pulling on clothes hastily and stuffing down some toast and eggs that Charlie prepared for them in the kitchen before heading outside. Tommy went to do a final quick check on the opium shipment, while Lucy greeted Charlie where he was sitting with his injured leg stretched out in front of him, watching Curly tend to the horses.

“Good morning,” he said to her.

“Morning.”

The man was eyeing her in quiet amusement, eyes darting between her and Tommy, who was walking towards them. “Sleep well?”

She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Between her legs, she ached wonderfully, and true to Tommy’s word, she was having a significant amount of trouble walking in a straight line. Her legs felt a little like jelly. “Oh, yes. Very much so.”

“Mhm.” Charlie smirked. ”Good.”

“You?”

“Bah. It was fine. These two assholes next door keep waking me up with the absurdly loud sex they were having, though.”

She cringed. “Shit. Sorry.”

Charlie shrugged with a smile, patting her on the arm. “I’m just glad that everything’s back to the way it should be, kiddo.”

“Hello, Charlie,” Tommy finally made his way over to them. 

“Shouldn’t you two be getting going if you don’t want to be late? I hear that they line up down the street sometimes to get a chance to talk to you.”

“Yeah, we do. But here, before we go,” he reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of cash, counting it out and passing it to Charlie. “For the bed.”

Charlie frowned. “What the fuck happened to the bed?”

“Tommy happened.” Lucy quickly pointed the blame. Tommy’s brows rose. 

“From what I remember it was very much a group effort.”

She bit her lip to try to keep from laughing. Charlie groaned, making a face.

“Ugh, God, I don’t want to know anymore. Just get out of my yard, you insatiable animals.”

Taking his advice, Tommy took hold of her hand, beginning to pull her towards the exit. 

“After we’re done meeting with constituents, we can go home,” he mumbled cheekily into her ear. “We have a whole new bed there to christen.” His eyes danced mischievously. “Maybe we’ll break that one too.”

Stopping them before they could leave the safety of the yard, she cupped both his cheeks with one hand. “Charlie’s right. You are insatiable.”

“Look who’s talking.”

She grinned, and leaned in when he kissed her. 

∗ ∗ ∗  

She did ask the question, later. As she would, every once in a while. For forever. But not always because she was beginning to have doubts, or because her insecurities were getting the better of her. Sometimes, she just wanted to hear his answer.

“Do you love me?” 

And Tommy answered in the same way that he would answer for the rest of their days. 

“Yes; I love you. I love you more than anything.”

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Chapter Six - Lapse in Control

Sylus X Reader

You were unable to form a sentence at the moment. Chemical endorphins in your brain were overflowing with pleasure. All you could seem to do was groan in appreciation. “Y/N..” A voice calls out your name but the juicy burger was way more tempting than the baritone sound.

A hand reaches out to grab your own as you go to savor another delectable bite. You look up at the man across from you. “I’m getting jealous sweetie.” A fake pout appears on his face and you begrudgingly set down the meal.

“Sorry but this is delicious.” You praise whoever created such a masterpiece. He chuckles again as he nods. “What were you saying?”

“Are you free on the last Saturday of this month?” He asks again, you have come to appreciate Sylus’s patience. He never makes you feel rushed to do anything.

You laugh at his question and his eyebrows raise in confusion. “Sylus, you do know who you're talking to at the moment right?” He nods still unsure why you won’t give him a simple yes or no. “Then yes I have no plans whatsoever. You are the only one who forces me from the comforts of my home.”

He smiles then as realization crosses his features. “Right. I have a favor and I never ask for those lightly.” His gaze falls and though his tone is light it’s laced with a bit of melancholy.

“You seem to like owing me…” You tease and he smirks amusement now taking over. “Spit it out already. Would love to finish up this burger sooner rather than later.” He grabs a napkin and gently wipes the corner of your lips as you scowl.

“I have to attend a wedding. I would prefer not to be at this one alone.” He doesn’t give any more details but you have already pieced them together.

“Sure I’ll keep you amused so you don’t have to think about the bride.” You answer and he grins appreciatively. “Permission to punch you when you look dazed and like you're reminiscing on the past?”

“Full access granted if I can call you kitten.” He counters and you frown. “And since I assumed you would say yes because you are a kind person, I have plans after this to go shopping.” A heavy sigh escapes your lips at the thought of having to browse around a store.

“Only because I like you. But you owe me a lot more of these burgers in the future.” You say not looking forward to the events after tonight’s meal. He holds out his hand and you take it, shaking in agreement.

“Thank you.” He says earnestly and you glimpse a bit of fear but only for a second. You pick up your burger and take a large bite, savoring the flavor.

“I don’t like going to big social events. The thought of doing that alone seems even more unbearable. You're a friend so no need for thanks.” You think back to your melt down earlier in the day. The embarrassment you felt once your sense returned and how Sylus handled it. You owed him the same consideration.

You continue eating and once done he lifts the napkin and you grumble. “I’m not that messy.” You complain but he simply smiles. You realize this is how he shows he cares. He is still closed off in a way but his actions show you who he truly is.

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“Y/N…” Sylus calls out to you from behind a fitting room door. You already feel awkward and out of place, this particular mall being a hot spot for the wealthy. “Can you help me?”

“You are awfully needy today Sylus.” You counter and hear him chuckle. You make your way into a private fitting room, still overwhelmed by how people cater to him the moment he walks in.

It was massive, there was even enough space for a fancy upholstered velvet chair and end table, where a nice bottle of whisky sat. The glass beside it is already half filled, you eye it wanting just a sip. “Go on. It’s fine.” You gleefully pick it up and make a pleased sound.

“The tailor had to deal with an irate customer before finishing my measurements.” You look over at him, now aware of the fact he was very shirtless, you nearly choke on the second sip of liquor. His physique was something out of an otome game, one of the main love interests. You couldn’t help but stare greedily.

“Well, care to help me?” He asks again with a sly expression, knowing you were mesmerized. Holding out the measurement tape towards you. “Just need to get my waist. Think you can do it sweetie?”

“S-Sure…” You gulp hating how pathetic you sounded. Thinking way too much about not looking awkward as you attempt to grab the tape from his hand while also setting down the glass, the ice clinging. Your limbs tremble slightly, it’s been awhile since a half dressed man stood before in an intimate space, and he was ridiculously attractive. Even you who tended to not pay close attention could not ignore it.

“You alright? Not feeling well? You looked fine while stealing my whiskey.” He says snarkily but you don’t know what expression he has because you're too busy ogling his chest. You simply nod and make your way closer, trying not to trip over your own feet, the big fitting room suddenly feeling too small.

You wrap the tape around his waist but apparently not where it needed to be, his hand guiding you lower. You swallow heavily, the heat from his body making you shift your weight uncomfortably. You try not to look, but your eyes get drawn to the perfect lines of his abs.

Something takes over you, some force that has been hidden deep within yourself for some time. Without doubt or hesitation you lift your fingers to trace the enticing curves biting your lower lip. You feel the muscles beneath your fingertips tense and Sylus let out a breath, as they journey lower.

“Hah… Y/N what are you doing?” He questions his voice lower than usual. He quickly grabs your hand, halting its movements. You look up at him in that moment, dazed by his beauty.

“You're so pretty Sylus. It is unreal.” You mutter dreamily, those red eyes widen at your words. His expression is void of his usual cocky defiance and teasing.

“Yeah… You think so?” He asks huskily, his grip now loosens on your mischievous hand. There is a sudden hunger in his eyes that you have never seen or noticed in another human. You slowly nod your eyelids droop as you fall further into this strange haze.

“Sir, I apologize for the wait.” The door to the fitting room flies open, roughly knocking you back to your senses. You blink a few times and then hurriedly look at the number on the yellow tape. “Oo my, sorry for interrupting.” The clerk looks to the ground in embarrassment.

“No umm it’s not…” You struggle to find an excuse but there are too many running through your mind to physically voice them. You rush over to the table and quickly scrawl the number into the notebook laying there. “I’ll meet you out there Sylus.” You stumble forward rushing past the employee, your cheeks burning up.

You lean against the wall, your head falling back against the cool concrete. Your heart is pounding loudly. You close your eyes trying to pull yourself together. Overwhelmed by this sudden rush of feelings, catching you completely off guard.

“Seems she got the last measurement for your shirt.” You hear the clerk's muffled voice as you wait. “You wanted a pair of pants, right sir? Would you like me to get those measurements as well?”

“No!” Sylus shouts aggressively and you are startled by his harshness. You hear him immediately apologize to the clerk, you could only imagine how scared they were beside him. “I realized I have a pair at home that will work perfectly. So no need.”

A few seconds later the clerk emerges with notebook in hand, still a bit frazzled. You watch as Sylus takes out a small stack of bills and places them in their hand. Sylus looks a bit disheveled as he continues to apologize and explain when he needs the items.

Your heart is back to a normal pace as you smile a bit seeing him awkwardly fumble in a conversation. Very not like the Sylus you originally met. You stand up from leaning and make your way over to him.

“I don’t think I can afford anything at this particular mall.” You interrupt and his gaze quickly shifts to you. He stares at you for a second then nods, a silent understanding that what just happened was not to be spoken of. It was just a lapse in control, both of you being touch deprived and a bit lonely in nature.

“Not to worry. You have helped me out and have agreed to go so I must return the gesture.” He explains as you both head out the door. You make a disgruntled face but he ruffles your hair teasingly. “No complaining.” You sigh and agree.

As you make your way to the boutique to pick out your outfit he grabs your shoulders from behind and pulls you close. His breath tickles your ear causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine, “You can be bold when you want to be can’t you kitten.” He whispered, his voice tinged in seductive tones.

“Sylus…” You growl, warning him as you turn around to face him with a fierce glare. He puts his hands up in defeat but his coy expression has returned, and so does his loud laughter.

“Ok! Ok! It is now wiped from my mind dear friend.” He says almost gleefully. You knew he was temptation personified but you knew you were usually unfazed by such antics. Being around him more often is causing you to revert back to your past self. One not hardened by betrayal and pain. What a dangerous man…

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 15

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1000

Masterlist

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Thursday evening.

I had arrived much earlier for a meeting with the workers.  

I also wanted to send them off before 8 p.m., so I could be alone with Lucy.  

That thought had been with me all day.  

8:30 p.m... she still wasn't there, and hadn't sent me any message. I was seething.  

8:45 p.m., just as I was about to leave, she showed up.

"I swear, these neighborhood meetings are like a complaints department!" 

"Hello, Lucy," I said with a tight smile.

She showed up almost an hour late, no apologies, nothing. She thought she could do whatever she wanted again.

"Hello Ona!"

I went on and explained the progress with the open kitchen, then the large terrace.  

The atmosphere was strange, every touch of her hand, her arm electrified me. She seemed disturbed too.  

When we reached the living room, she saw the new leather corner sofa, huge, just delivered.

"Splendid!" she exclaimed, sitting down on it.

I sat next to her.

"Very beautiful indeed, it matches perfectly with the rug and coffee table..."

Our fingers brushed, like a signal for what was about to happen.  

I turned to her and kissed her, passionately, breathless. I wanted that body so badly. Despite her attitude, despite her making me wait for an hour.

We made love on that leather sofa, the heat of our bodies intertwined contrasting with the coolness of the leather.  

For the first time, we were naked. This body, this magnificent, endless, muscular body, those generous boobs, that neck...  

I guided her hands, taking her hand to lead her lower, to my intimate parts. I whispered in her ear,

"Take me, I want to feel you inside me Lucia!"

She complied and took me to immense pleasure, ever growing.  

It was with the skill of my tongue, teasing her clitoris, that Lucy reached orgasm.

We were now on the sofa, half lying down, each on one side, wearing blouses and panties.  

We smoked a cigarette.  

I had a flashback of our earlier encounter when, as I had moved lower toward her crotch, I noticed a tattoo on her groin, a peace and love hippie symbol. It amused me.

"You know, Lucy, of all the tattoos I would've imagined for you, I never would've imagined this one!"

She smiled.

"And why is that?"

"I don't know, I imagined something more like a lightning bolt, something more rock 'n' roll... I don't picture you as a hippie, actually!"

"You see, don’t judge a book by its cover! I got it when I was 20 at a festival in the USA! I was a bit of a hippie back then! Round, colorful glasses, hairstyles, clothes, the whole package!"

"Well, we couldn't have met then! I was half-goth at 18!"

She laughed now.

"Gothic, you? The little brunette with green eyes!"

"Don’t judge a book by its cover, Lucy! I..."

I was interrupted by the sound of Lucy's phone.

"Sorry Ona, I have to take this."

She didn't bother to get up or move away.  

I listened to the conversation.

"Paul... Yes, yes... Not for a while... I told you Hugo and Jules aren't staying at the house tonight... Yes, see you later, maybe."

Paul, her husband. Hugo and Jules must have been her children.  

She put her phone down and looked at me.

"Sorry, family emergency," she smiled.

I wanted to ask her questions, like whether it was the first time she'd cheated on her husband, the first time with a woman... but I lacked the courage.  

Come on, just ask. I took a breath.

"Is this your first time with a woman?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Well, at least you're direct! Why, can you tell so easily?"

"No, no, not at all... I..." I replied, embarrassed.

"Relax Ona, I'm joking. Sexually, yes."

"Sexually?"

"Yes, sexually, Ona. I had a platonic relationship, just some caresses, with my professor at Oxford."

"You went to Oxford ?" I responded, impressed.

"Yes, yes. And that professor never managed to get past the student-teacher dynamic to start a real relationship."

"And after?"

"After, I met my husband, and it was too late!"

"And... you've already...?"

"Cheated on my husband?"

I nodded.

"We have an arrangement, both of us."

An arrangement?  

She went on.

"We've been married for 20 years. We loved each other a lot, but as time passed... Four years ago, we had a serious conversation, and we agreed that there was no more love between us, just routine and affection. But a divorce, with me being Mayor, it's delicate, and we wanted to protect our children. So, we each live our own lives, as long as we're very discreet. We get along well, we attend several events together..."

I was quite surprised by this revelation, knowing that they appeared as a united couple, at least outwardly.

"And so, you..."

"Not really, no. I imagine he does. He must have mistresses, since he's often away on business. I feel no jealousy! As for me, it happens, a one-night thing at congresses, but I don't want more. My biggest mistress is politics!"

She smiled.

"And so, this house..."

"It's for me, yes! He doesn't get involved in the work, though he watches from a distance. He's still interested in my life. We’ll separate after the next elections, when I don't run for re-election. I know you might think it’s all just for show, fake, but it’s more complicated than that!"

"I wouldn't judge you!" Even though, truthfully, I was stunned by what I had just heard.

"And you? Is this your first time?"

I looked up, taken aback.

"With a Mayor?" she added.

I laughed.

"Absolutely not, I've been with a Mayor from London, Barcelona, Berlin, Lyon... and I continue my tour of Europe."

She laughed too.

"And have you ever cheated on Alessia?"

"No, no! And right now, we're not together, so..."

"But you still see each other, right?"

She fixed me with her gaze.

"Yes, yes, we see each other, very regularly. She’s leaving for Canada in less than a year, which was more or less the reason for our breakup after 5 years together."

"Do you love her?"

She kept looking at me, with her blue eyes.

"Yes, yes, deep down, yes, I guess..."

As we headed to our respective cars in the dark, Lucy said,

"Oh, and by the way, Ona. You can call me Lucia as well, since you took the initiative earlier."

I blushed then.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Pretend Date

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: slight reader insecurity

Summary: Peter likes MJ. You really like Peter. When Peter asks you to pretend to be his date to a party to make MJ jealous, at first you're hesitant. You end up giving in and agreeing. After all, how bad could it really be?

*Not Proof Read*

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I should’ve known something was up the second Peter Parker sat down next to me at lunch, his face scrunched in the same way it did whenever he was overthinking—eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed together, and one of his hands fidgeting with the sleeve of his sweater. He looked nervous, which wasn’t uncommon. Peter was always nervous.

But Peter was nervous around me, which wasn’t normal.

"Hey, uh, can I ask you something?" he said, pushing his food around his tray. His brown eyes flickered up to meet mine, then darted away just as fast.

I swallowed my bite of sandwich. "That depends. Is it about physics? Because if so, I’d like to remind you that I barely passed the last test, and I am not the study partner you want."

His lips quirked up for a second before he shook his head. "No, it’s, um, something else. It’s kind of a favor?"

Peter Parker, my best friend, the boy I had been quietly in love with since freshman year, was asking me for a favor. That was dangerous. Because if he asked me for anything—literally anything—I would probably do it, no questions asked.

"Okay…" I said slowly, setting my food down and shifting to face him fully. "What’s up?"

His fingers drummed against the table, and I could practically hear his heartbeat speeding up. Finally, he sucked in a sharp breath and blurted out, "Would you be my date to Flash’s party?"

I blinked. "Your what now?"

"My, uh—my date. To Flash’s party. This weekend. As in, like, we go together. You and me." His words tumbled over each other like he was trying to outrun his own embarrassment.

My brain short-circuited. I had spent so many years pining after this boy, replaying every moment he smiled at me, convincing myself that was all it would ever be. And now he wanted to go to a party together? As a couple?

It was too good to be true.

And, as always, it was.

"Peter," I said carefully, already feeling my stomach twist in warning. "Why?"

His head snapped up, eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. "What—why? I mean—why not?"

I sighed. "Peter."

He groaned, running a hand through his already-messy curls. "Okay, okay. Look, it’s—it’s stupid, okay? But MJ’s going."

There it was. The punch to the gut.

MJ.

I forced my face to stay neutral, even as my heart dropped into my stomach.

"You want to make MJ jealous," I said flatly.

"No!" he said quickly, then winced. "Well, maybe? I don’t know. I just—she and Brad are kinda, y’know, a thing now, and I—look, I just need her to see me as… something else. Like, maybe if she sees me with you, she’ll—I don’t know. Notice me?"

Ouch.

I let out a short, humorless laugh, glancing down at my hands. My nails were chipped, and I had bitten them too much again.

"Peter," I started, my voice quieter now. "You don’t have to prove anything to MJ."

"I know," he groaned, slumping forward against the table. "But—ugh, I’m such an idiot."

Yes, he was. But not for the reason he thought.

Because he was blind.

Blind to the way I looked at him. Blind to the way my heart ached every time he talked about MJ like she was the sun and stars, when I would’ve set the whole galaxy on fire just to make him smile.

I wasn’t MJ. I wasn’t small or effortlessly cool or mysterious. I was… just me. Too much in some ways, never enough in others.

And yet, as I stared at Peter, his face full of hope—hope that I could give him something—I caved.

Because I always would.

"Okay," I said finally.

He perked up. "Wait—really?"

I smiled, even though it hurt. "Yeah. Let’s go be disgustingly in love at Flash’s party."

Peter beamed. "You’re the best."

Right.

The best.

But never enough.

It turned out that playing Peter Parker’s fake girlfriend was harder than I thought.

First of all, I wasn’t exactly comfortable at parties. Flash’s house was massive, filled with way too many people, all of them effortlessly cool in a way that made my insecurities bubble up like a shaken soda.

Second, pretending to be Peter’s girlfriend was… dangerous.

Because Peter, being the absolute menace that he was, was really committing to the act.

His arm stayed wrapped around my waist. He whispered jokes in my ear that made me laugh so hard I had to lean into him. And every time we locked eyes, I swore my heart tried to escape my ribcage.

To everyone else, it must’ve looked so real.

To me, it was torture.

"Hey," Peter murmured, tugging me a little closer as we stood in the kitchen. "You doing okay?"

I nodded, even though the lump in my throat begged to differ. "Yeah, just… parties aren’t really my thing."

He smiled, eyes soft. "Yeah, same."

Liar. He wasn’t miserable. He had a goal.

I could feel it, the moment MJ and Brad walked into the room.

Peter tensed. His fingers twitched against my waist.

And then, before I could react, his hand slid up to cup my face—gently, carefully, like I was something fragile.

"Pete—"

He kissed me.

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t dramatic.

But it broke me.

Because it was soft and warm, and his lips pressed against mine like he meant it. And for those few, fleeting seconds, I let myself believe it was real.

The moment Peter pulled away, I knew I was in trouble.

Because I wasn’t breathing.

I couldn’t breathe.

His lips were gone, but the ghost of his touch lingered, the warmth of his palm still cupping my cheek like I was something precious. Like I was his.

But I wasn’t.

Because the moment his eyes flicked over to MJ—just a quick glance, barely a second—I felt the floor beneath me crack.

Of course.

The kiss wasn’t for me.

It was for her.

And yet, despite the hurricane of emotions storming inside me, I still smiled like it was nothing. Like my heart wasn’t currently bleeding out on Flash’s ridiculously expensive marble floors.

I forced myself to speak, but my voice came out thin. "Did it work?"

Peter turned back to me, blinking like he’d forgotten I was there. "What?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and jerked my head toward where MJ and Brad were standing by the counter. "Did it work? Is she looking?"

Peter hesitated, then glanced over again.

MJ’s expression was unreadable, her lips pursed as she sipped from her red solo cup. Brad was saying something to her, but she wasn’t listening. She was watching us.

Peter let out a breath. "Yeah," he murmured, a strange sort of relief washing over his face. "I think so."

And that was my cue.

I stepped back, untangling myself from Peter’s grip. His arm, once snug around my waist, fell away like a rope being cut. The absence of his touch left a hollowness behind, and I hated myself for missing it.

"I need some air," I mumbled, already turning away before I could see his reaction.

I pushed through the crowd, weaving past drunk classmates and the pounding bass of some overplayed pop song. The front door was too far, so I ducked out onto the balcony instead.

The night air was cold against my overheated skin, but I welcomed it. It was better than the suffocating weight of pretending.

I leaned against the railing, gripping the cool metal with both hands as I tried to steady my breathing.

I was so stupid.

Of course Peter didn’t mean it. Of course it wasn’t real.

I was just a stand-in. A prop in his mission to win over MJ.

And the worst part?

I let him do it.

I let myself hope.

The sound of the door creaking open behind me made me tense.

Then—

"Hey."

Peter.

Of course.

I clenched my jaw, schooling my expression before turning to face him. "Hey."

He hesitated in the doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. His hair was messier than usual, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times.

"You okay?" he asked.

I forced a laugh. "Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?"

Peter stepped closer, his brows knitting together. "I don’t know. You just… ran out of there pretty fast."

I shrugged, looking away. "Just needed some air."

A beat of silence. Then—

"Was it the kiss?"

My stomach dropped.

I looked at him sharply, my heart thudding in my ears. "What?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting on his feet. "I mean, I—I didn’t think it would freak you out or anything, but if it did—"

"Freak me out?" I repeated, a bitter laugh bubbling up before I could stop it. "No, Peter, it didn’t freak me out. I just—" I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. "God, you really don’t get it, do you?"

Peter blinked. "Get what?"

My hands curled into fists at my sides. The words were clawing up my throat, demanding to be said, but if I let them out—if I told him—then everything would change.

And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

But wasn’t I already suffering?

Wasn’t I already breaking my own heart every time I watched him look at MJ like she was the only girl in the world?

At least this way, it would be over.

I inhaled deeply, steeling myself.

"Peter," I said, my voice quieter now. "You better than anyone should know what it feels like to be in love with someone who doesn't feel the same."

His lips parted slightly, confusion flickering across his face. "What—"

"What you're going through with MJ, I'm going through with you!"

The air between us went still.

Peter’s face slackened, his brown eyes searching mine. "What?"

My heart was hammering. My fingers dug into the railing, my breath unsteady.

"I like you, Peter," I said, the confession cracking in my chest like thunder. "I have for years. And you—you kissed me, and for a second, I let myself believe that maybe—maybe it meant something. But it didn’t, did it?" I swallowed, my throat burning. "It was just for her."

Peter’s eyes widened. "No—"

"It’s fine," I cut in, forcing a tight smile even as my vision blurred. "Really. I knew what this was. I just—I guess I didn’t realize how much it would hurt." Panic rises in my chest. I just messed this up. What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore? " We just need to forget about this. I'm sorry for making this so fucking awkward. We-we can just pretend this didn't happen, alright? You go back to liking MJ and I'll be the supportive friend." I try to patch the situation.

Peter was staring at me, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

I push myself away from the railing. "I should go."

I turned toward the door, but before I could take a single step-

"Wait."

His hand caught mine.

I froze.

"Don’t," he said, his voice strained. "Please, just—don’t go. We need to talk about this."

I hesitated, my pulse pounding beneath his fingertips. Slowly, I turned back to him.

Peter’s expression was wrecked. His eyes were wide and desperate, his grip on my hand tightening.

"I’m an idiot," he breathed, shaking his head. "God, I’m an idiot."

I frowned. "Peter—"

"I didn’t kiss you for MJ."

The words knocked the breath from my lungs. "What?"

Peter’s fingers curled around mine, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. His eyes were so earnest, so real, and I was terrified.

"I kissed you because I wanted to," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I—God, I don’t even know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, it stopped being about MJ. It stopped being about anyone else." He exhaled shakily, squeezing my hand. "It’s just you."

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

"You," Peter repeated, softer now. "It’s always been you."

My heart stuttered.

Then, before I could second-guess it—before I could run—I surged forward, crashing my lips into his.

And this time, it was real.

[machveil]

Monday morning enrichment handed to me on a silver platter, I’ll report my findings in the morning

also, I may binge soundgasm from time to time (allegedly)

if I were to binge soundgasm (allegedly), I would post recommendations below the cut and link this post to my navigation page

okay, guilty as charged, I do have some favorite German audios - sue me🎀✨

wagnerfirst has a really similar voice to König in my opinion, he has a similar vocal pitch. he does have König specific audio - I think it tracks with how König speaks in my head and heart

GermanRaidenASMR has also done König audios. me personally? his voice is ever so slightly lower than what I imagine König’s to be like, but also… girl, I’m eating it up all the same, you feel me?

Feem_AI_Frennly, admittedly, I’ve only listened to one of his audios. but, I don’t know, something about his voice was just woof. you know? like, the one audio I did listen too? I listened to it twice

kilroy2801, OKAY. PAUSE. so, I listened to one (1) of his audios and my jaw literally DROPPED the second I heard his voice, it’s so fucking deep and rumbly and my heart exploded. which one? this fucking audio. I don’t speak German, I understood, like, a handful of words individually, but I was so focused on his voice. even if I could speak German I was just too focused on how he actually sounded. oh my fucking god, embarrassing how long I was in shock over this man’s voice, like, dear lord. I will say it, I will be listening to that specific audio until the day I motherfuckin’ die😌✨it changed my brain chemistry /cutely-and-demurely. dare I say obsessed because god damn

who’s on the chopping block next? a French asmrtist

99_99asmr has me sat. I haven’t listened to all his audios, but the ones I have? oh. oh, listened multiple times. his voice is deep, but not overwhelmingly so. like a smooth deep

oh Johnny, out beloved, we need to be delusional and have a Scottish accent in here

ScotsLibrarian just makes me happy listening to him. like, I think a lot of the time he’s recording more soft spoken vocals (until it heats up, but like, yeah). his accent isn’t super thick or anything, it’s really chill to relax to as background noise (also, yes, I play these as background noise)

uuh, wildcard because sometimes you just need a wildcard

yeenogu’s recordings have a theme, and it can be described in three words. let me sum it up for you… ‘puppy sub, mommy’. I’m just saying, if that’s your thing I’m gently setting it down in front of you. his voice is so sweet and he’s got such a nice voice - like ‘nice person’ nice voice, like he’s just good. point blank, come eat your dinner if you like that

König whimpering audio when

[hellopuns]

“Pokémon aren’t supposed to be objects”

“Pokémon shouldn’t look this human it’s weird”

Gang. They are SUPER SENTAI, TOYS, AND KAIJU. They’ve been this since the beginning