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the finale of love is blind UK is out tomorrow and i just hope freddie doent marry catherine
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wow jasmine's mother is completely ridiculous and abusive, cannot image having a mother like that
this woman really said 'its hard to have conversations with uneducated people' with a straight face to her daughter's fiance who didn't go to university
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every time someone makes a video about the worst dw episode in terms of badly handling social issues and mention multiple chibnall episodes but not spyfall i feel like im losing it
#im not a big dw commentary video watcher but vera's 43 minute video abt idiots lantern being like#arachnids in the uk and kerblam dont even COME CLOSE like why is spyfall not on this list help me.#what do you ME A N#save me jay exci#its not even a bad video like yes the ending of idiots lantern was shit but seriously tho#she also said kill the moon probably wasnt intentionally about abortion and i cannot se how but ok. interesting#fully forgot its also a dw chsnnel it autoplayed to dw videos cus i was watching her talk about the neil gaiman podcast#im so not used to watching these but its fun actually#like i love to listen to people shit talk fear her as if its meant to be the same kind of episode as blink#year 7 friend simulator
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pips and smalls the littlest girls to ever liveâšď¸âšď¸ best budsâšď¸âšď¸ newsies uk let me fix u (put all the cut characters back)
#newsies#newsies uk#smalls and sniper first priority.#then im getting sarah blink and boots in there.#sorry splasher logistically i should love u and i think the idea of u is awesome however id be saving smalls and sniper over u anyday#maybe if they just made splasher a girl idk..
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WEEKLY RECAP/HIGHLIGHTS [key and pictures of everything [if youâd rather not read] at end] draft from 19/8/24 â 25/8/24
* might just post old weekly recaps for a bit, i donât have motivation to write full journals at the moment
đ# monday â went to HMV, sat at a creek, went to see coraline 3D, listened to my âenema of the stateâ blink 182 cd and my âin love and deathâ the used cd
đ# tuesday â went to reptile experience, did enrichment with the rats, made 5 pinecone birdfeeders, got boba, decorated the outside of a candle, made a receipt + newspaper scrap collage, drew five nights at freddyâs the puppet-RWQFSFASXC-and lolbit,
đŚ# wednesday â went to adventure island, went on rage 2x/green scream/skydrop/mini mega/waterslide/spookville/mini ferris wheel, made a collage [orange + blue themed, made of receipts]
đŚ´# thursday â listened to my korn âlife is peachyâ cd, practiced âskatingâ for the first time [throw down], listened to my pierce the veil âmisadventuresâ cd, cleaned my room/organised my band photos/posters, made one of those âmy music tasteâ things where you colour code album covers, started a new can tab bracelet
đž# friday â arrived at holiday resort, met up with extended family, listened to HIM for the first time, went rollerblading [briefly], replaced the pins on my bag, watched a bmX/beatboxing/basketball/breakdancing [etc] show, had gems glued onto my eyelids/under eyebrows
đŚ# saturday â went to the fair, went swimming with family, made clay frank iero/bat/spiral star coasters, blink182/alien ant farm/mcr/all american rejects/limp bizkit/papa roach playing at darts, did all i could of my collage, got somewhat drÂĽnk, attended silent disco
đŠď¸# sunday â went to the circus [and saw the motorbike acts], played minecraft arcade game with my sister
#jaimesweeklyrecaps#hmv#uk#alternative#alt#emo#blink 182#fnaf#five nights at freddyâs#patrick stump#fall out boy fanart#korn#pierce the veil#fursona#ptv#i love ptv#HIM#frank iero#ls dunes#leathermouth#frank mcr#mcr#my chemical romance#gerard way#gee way#minecraft#scene#scenemo#emo scene#scemo
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me, every time i remember that i have two (2) copies of buddah by blink-182 because of my (currently dormant) tHiNg abt them:
#newtrabble#i fuckin love buddah so much#one is a uk copy that i bought when i was 15 after searching FOREVER for it#the other is a us copy that my friend bought me a couple years back#they're literally the same only one says 1992 + uk and the other says 1993 + us on it#i also have a cd of the blink demo version of buddah (ie: before they changed to blink-182) on a blank cd that an old friend ripped it onto#so... Technically speaking i have 3 copies of buddah lmaooo
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Married? | Oscar Piastri
WC: 2.1K
Oscar x Wife!Reader
Summery: He never met to hide it, it's just the way he is.
Warning: none
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Oscar Masterlist
It was always a known thing, there was never any doubt in anyone that knew him, Oscar has always been destined to be an F1 driver. It was written. Anyone that knows him knows this. And you've known him almost all your life. Before he went to Europe and before he started travelling around for Karting and racing in the Formula series. It seems like there was never a point in your life where Oscar wasn't in it. What started as playground friendship turned to crushing on each other, turned to liking each other and then turned into a relationship. Not high school sweethearts, more like six grade sweethearts. No one expected your relationship to last due to you being so young, and still growing up and developing. Yet, the distance only made you grow fonder of each other. Your relationship survived him moving to the UK for school and racing, it survived the time difference and all the growing up you had to do. Video calls are your thing, you're the kind of people to have it on for hours doing mundane things not necessarily talking but just having the feeling that the other was there.
Now when you became 18, the next step wasn't surprising to those around you. You and Oscar talked about it for so long, you finished school already, so what was stopping you? Nothing. With the help of your parents you both got married, and so you relocated to the UK with Oscar.Â
You went to Uni and he was off racing. Coming home to you was always the highlight of the day for Oscar, he'd leave his bags by the door and search for you in the apartment before he'd just all but throw himself at you just wanting some love and attention.
You'd be sitting on the sofa folding some laundry, the TV playing, the door would open and close and you would be none the wiser. Oscar would follow the sound of the TV finding you engrossed in the show that's playing, your hands moving on their own as you fold his shirt. Oscar would move to the sofa and you'd gasp in surprise, finally noticing him before he threw himself on the sofa, his head in your lap, his face hiding in your stomach.
"God, Osc, you scared me." You'd say but smile nonetheless, Oscar would mumble a 'sorry' and you'd barely understand it. Your hands go to his hair and you run your fingers through his locks, scratching ever so slightly. Oscar would groan and you lean down to kiss his head. "How was the flight?"
"Long." You hum and just let him have his time getting what he needs. Now it's not often that he'd fall asleep like that, but the flight was long and he didn't get any sleep, he doesn't remember when it happened, but he falls asleep. You'd stay like that for an hour or two, the TV still playing but the sound is lower until he'd wake up. Once he starts waking up, he starts moving around, he moves to his back and slowly opens his eyes, blinking up at you.
"Hey sleepyhead."
"Hey, I didn't realise I slept."
"Yeah, didn't even give me a hello kiss or anything." You teased him, Oscar sleepily sits up and places a hand on your cheek before he presses his lips to yours, once, twice, three times before deepens it. You sigh in content. Happy to have him in your arms after almost a week.
Oscar didn't mean to hide it, he just didn't wear his ring, he lost it twice at races and since then he only wore it when he's not on a racing week. He's also not very talkative, he doesn't find himself sharing things about himself willingly, but if you ask he'll answer, you just have to prompt him. Maybe it was because he was a rookie, or because there was many things happening, but no one realised he was seeing someone in 2023, you've been to races, you didn't really like the limelight, not while you're still studying at least, so you'd go into the paddock alone, but you'd still be a guest of McLaren. Some people just assumed you're a family member (which is correct, but not how they thought) or just a close friend.
All of that came to an end when you finally finished Uni, and were free to travel more, and coming into the paddock with Oscar wasn't such a scary thing anymore. It all came with the fact that you got a new ring for Oscar and kind of 'proposed' to him with it in your living room, Oscar decided to try wearing his ring, he wouldn't have to take it off anyways. It's his wedding ring, and according to the rules he could keep it on.
It was a Grand Prix weekend, Oscar's family flew out for the race. You walked in with them, Nicole was by your side, a couple photographers took photos, manly because they're Oscar's family, not that they know about you. Getting into McLaren, someone tells Oscar that you're all here, you were back in Australia for 2 weeks, while he was at the factory working, it's more than you both had gotten used to in recent years. Oscar comes in and he ignores his family heading straight to you, you smile up at him and he leans in, giving you a hug and a quick kiss.
"Glad to know, you missed us." Nicole teased Oscar, and he went to hug her. She's always happy seeing how still in love you both are, it warms her heart. Her son is in a happy marriage while achieving his dream away from her. Oscar stands with you all as much as he could before he had to go back to work. You all made it to the hospitality.
"I heard Oscar's family is here." Lando walks in at one point, with a smile on his face, he greets everyone, stopping at you, seeing no similarities between you and Oscar. "I know I saw you before, but I don't know who you are."
"It's alright, I'm Oscar's w-."
"Girlfriend?" Lando cuts you off with a smile. "I knew he's in a relationship but he hasn't introduced you."
"No, I'm not-"
"Oh, are you not his girlfriend? I'm sorry."
"It's not tha-"
"I just want to meet his girlfriend, he never talks about anything unless you ask him and-"
"Lando, I'm his-"
"He seems like he's in a relationship, at least that's what I understood from him."
"I'm his wife."
"But I could be wrong and this is all a- wait... what?" Lando stops once he realises what you said, his eyes are wide while you just smile at him.
"I'm his wife." You say again, and his sisters all just giggle to themselves, finding it all very amusing. Lando looks at Nicole and Chris, as if he's waiting for them to say something, to say it's a joke, to deny it, anything.
"I told Oscar to just come out and say he's married." Nicole said shaking her head slightly, this is about to come out, and she knows Oscar will once again turn the internet on it's head.
"he's-you're-and." Lando looks to have malfunctioned. "I need a moment to come to terms with this."
Lando walks away in a daze, it leaves you all amused. You text Oscar telling him what happened with Lando.
Oscar didn't read your message, Lando walked in on him and his engineer while they were in a meeting.
"You-you- you have a wife?" Lando asked, and Oscar's gaze turned from confused to amused really quickly.
"Yeah." Oscar answered simply.
"What?" It was Tom's turn to be surprised.
"I'm married." Oscar held out his left hand showing his ring.
"I thought that was a family heirloom or something." Lando was exasperated.
"No, I lost one or two rings, so y/n, bought me a new one recently." Oscar explained.
"y/n? the girl you bring with you to races from time to time?" Tom asked remembering you, he saw you a few times, but there was never a sign that you're dating Oscar, never mind married to him.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"It just never came up." Oscar shrugged, leaving both men flabbergasted, astonished by the realisation.
"You're one of a kind, Oscar, seriously." Tom shook his head and sighed. "We have to get back to our meeting, this will have to wait."
It didn't take long for the news to travel, those that were in the hospitality and saw the whole thing go down with Lando went on and spread the news around. And Lando asked a few people if they knew, apparently only Zac knew, he thought Oscar wanted to keep it a secret so he said nothing.
The news took a while before it reached Williams.
"Mate, did you know Oscar is married?" Alex asked Logan, Logan frowned and looked up.
"Yeah." Logan answered as if it was a stupid question.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I thought it was a known thing, I don't know." Logan shrugged. "He's been married since he was 18."
"18!" This was an even bigger shock to the Williams driver.
"Yeah, the moment y/n turned 18, they got married."
"Wow."
And thus the news once again spread, this time the other way around, all the way back to McLaren.
By the time of the driver's parade almost everyone knew that the youngest member on track was married. Oscar was the last on the back of the truck/car thing. All eyes on the Aussie.
"What's... going on?" He asked as he moved down to an empty spot.
"Are you really married?" Charles asked.
"Yeah." It seemed like this was Oscar's favourite answer.
"So I have a daughter in law?" Charles asked and Oscar laughed before nodding. "Wow, they grow up so fast nowadays."
"And you've been married since you were 18?" Max was the one to ask, he's as curious as everyone.
"Yes, the month she turned 18, we got married, and she moved to the UK." Oscar informed them. "And before you ask, I knew her since we were like 5, and have been together since we were 10-11."
"That's crazy." George said to Alex next to him.
By the time the race was underway, a few cameras made it to the McLaren garage for a sight of you. As Oscar was leading the race, the camera flashed to you, with your name and Oscar Piastri's partner under it. The ones watching from home were left confused, but not for long. Oscar won his second race of his Formula 1 career in his 2nd season.
You made it to Parc Ferme, with his parents, his sisters opting to stay in the garage and not get squished. Oscar was the last of the top to make it back, he went to his team before he went straight to you, as always leaving his parents to be hugged after you.
"Congratulations, my love." You tell him, and he squeezes you tighter, the helmet is in the way, but you still kiss the side of it. Oscar then moves to his parents before he goes to get weighed and interviewed by Nico Rosburg.
"-and before we let you go, and not to take away from your win, I have to ask." Nico said and Oscar smiled, he knew what was about to be asked. "Set the records straight, are you married?"
"Yes, have been since I was 18." Oscar said and looked your way, and the camera panned to you, as you stood between his parents smiling with love and adoration for your husband.
"Well, it might be late, but congratulations." Nico said and patted his back, before Oscar made it to the cool-down room.
Cameras snapped a lot of pictures of you, as they waited for the podiums to start. It was obvious how familiar you are with Oscar's parents, and how they treated you like one of their daughters. The interaction was just filled with love and care. This has been going on for years, there's no denying it.
"I didn't know it would be such big news." You said that night, as you and Oscar cuddled on the Sofa, having a quiet moment in the hotel with his family.
"I knew." Nicole said.
"I did too." Chris said.
"Me too." Hattie said.
"Of course it would."
"Obviously."
"Noted." You said and Oscar smiled, kissing the side of your head. "Now everyone knows you have a wife."
"And everyone from your university knows you have a husband."
"You two are still as awful as ever." Hattie said and rolled her eyes teasingly.
"You should've been used to it by now." Nicole said and smiled at her family.
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Little fic where is alexia dating an English player who finds it difficult how affectionate Spanish people are with each other. Alexia having to reassure her that itâs a Spanish thing and sheâll try to be less touchy etc.
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Youâre not sure when exactly it starts to get on your nerves, but by the time you notice, youâre on a sun-bleached terrace in Barcelona, watching Alexia kiss three people hello in under five minutes. It's an odd thing to obsess over, and yet here you are, eyes narrowed as you sip on an overpriced cortado that tastes like dust and regret. Youâre not jealous. Of course not. That would be absurd. Youâre simply... perplexed by the excessive touching, the relentless stream of hugs, kisses, and arm squeezes that seem to form the bedrock of Spanish existence. Everyoneâs always touching someone.
In England, a handshake is intimate enough, and in London, where youâre from, if anyone dared speak before your tea even cooled, youâd probably alert the authorities. But here? It's practically a greeting card in motion. Youâve seen grown men embrace in the street like theyâve just survived a shipwreck. It's baffling.
Alexia sits down across from you, smiling in that way that makes you feel foolish for being annoyed by anything. Sheâs impossibly beautiful, and the knowledge of that fact gnaws at you constantly. Sheâs all golden skin and nonchalance, legs casually crossed, one hand fiddling with her sunglasses as if sheâs in some sort of commercial for âcool.â
âAre you okay?â she asks, her accent making every word sound softer than it should be, like it's wrapped in velvet. Sheâs genuinely concerned, or sheâs pretending really well. You canât tell which.
âYeah,â you say. âFineâ
And then, because youâre not actually fine: âDo you have to kiss everyone?â
She looks at you like youâve just asked if the sky is blue. âItâs how we greet people hereâ
âI know that,â you say, setting your cup down with more force than necessary. âBut does it have to be every time? Youâve kissed three strangers today already, and itâs not even noonâ
Alexia blinks at you, then laughs. âItâs just being politeâ
Polite? You're thinking. In England, you say "hi" and move on with your day. No one has to swap saliva to prove they like you. But this? This is something else.
âWell, itâs... itâs excessive.â You try to explain, gesturing vaguely in the air like you can catch the sheer madness of it all. âPeople just... touch all the time. And Iâm not used to itâ
Alexiaâs mouth twitches, trying to suppress a smile. âWeâre just more affectionateâ
âAffectionate?â you say. âItâs like a plague of hand-holding and cheek-kissingâ
She finally lets out a laugh, full-bodied, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle. âYou sound like an old ladyâ
âMaybe I am,â you mutter, trying to keep a straight face. âMaybe England has made me emotionally unavailableâ
Alexia reaches out to touch your arm, then stops, hesitating, her hand hovering mid-air like sheâs not sure if itâll set you off again. âDo you want me to stop?â
âNo, no,â you sigh, waving her hand toward you, now feeling like the crazy one. âItâs fine. Just... give me a heads-up before the next 12-person cuddle festâ
She grins, leaning back. âI can tryâ
You shake your head, biting back a smile. âYouâre so annoyingâ
âAnd you love it
You do. And you hate that you do, which is probably the worst part of all this. She knows youâre wound too tight for your own good, and sheâs infinitely more relaxed about everything, like the world bends to her will instead of the other way around.
You finish your cortado, now cold. âYou realise you kissed the barista on the way in, right?â
Alexia nods, grinning wickedly. âShe made my coffee rightâ
You groan, but youâre laughing, which only encourages her. âIâm never letting you set foot in the UK againâ
âThatâs fine,â she says, leaning in, all confidence. âSpain suits you better anyway. You just donât know it yetâ
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Hello darling I have a request from prompt âwe were supposed to be just friendsâ. Lando x fem!reader, she work as legal for McLaren, they met at the McLaren technology center, and from the begging they had this special bond. During a party in a disco in uk with his friends, he stay very close to her and try to kiss her. After a sec of confusion, they kissing each other.
â ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? â ⨠lando norris x reader âŠ
where lando has loved the mclaren legal officer from the second he set eyes on her and has finally decided to do something about it.
eight months out of university and working in a coffee shop was not exactly how you had pictured your life post-graduation. you had a law degree from one of the best schools in england, but all it was doing was gathering dust on a frame in your living room. nights were spent in front of the television, only half paying attention, with your laptop screen lit up with job postings. it was like the four years of knowledge was itching to be used, instead of idle hands pouring overpriced iced lattes.
admittedly, you didn't remember applying for the job at mclaren. you were so desperate that you had sent your resume to every posting you could find, barely sparing a second glance at the job summary. it was only when they emailed with an interview date did you do your research. they were a formula one team, and a pretty good one at that. the sport had never much been your thing so you hadn't a clue what kind of work you'd be doing.
but it was work. legal work.
the interview went smoothly, then the second, and the third. they seemed to love you and your education. thankfully the internships you had done during university made up for your lack of experience. they hired you and had you come up to headquarters the next day. the drive from london to woking was full of jitters, turning your radio up to block out the nervous thoughts.
"ah, y/n! welcome to the mclaren technology centre." zak brown was the one to greet you by the front desk, with a smile and a firm handshake. you had spoken during your last interview, the final hurdle with the boss, and thankfully you got along fine. despite your age and greenness in the legal world, zak admitted he saw potential in you. they had gone through six other employees in the past two years for this position, all much older and more experienced. they needed a change.
"this is where you'll be working when you're in-office," zak explained, leading the way through a tour of the centre. it was much bigger than you expected, so modern and open. yeah, you could picture yourself here. "we usually would have you here one or two days a week, the others you can work from home. is that okay?"
"that's perfect," you agree, nodding happily. "i live in london, so the drive is only about an hour."
zak grins, continuing the tour and filling each space with small talk; your education, upbringing, hobbies. he only laughed when you sheepishly told him you knew very little about formula one, and didn't have a huge interest in the sport.
"you'd be surprised how many people here don't watch it," he chuckled, his american accent strange in the midst of the english countryside. "ah, speaking of. boys!"
in the foyer, at the end of the hall, two heads whip around at zak's call. both in the mclaren colours, one was thinner and smiling crookedly. the other, well. he was...
"lando, oscar, i want you to meet y/n. she's our new internal legal officer," zak explained. "meaning if you fuck up in any way, she'll have to deal with it."
the three men laugh, bringing your own bashful smile to wake.
"hi, i'm oscar," the thinner boy speaks in a soft australian accent, shaking your hand. "but it's lando here that you'll have to keep an eye on. i'm always on my best behaviour."
lando. he'd been staring at you since zak dragged you over to them, barely blinking despite for the odd laugh. he blushes then, gently nudging oscar with his elbow. he meets your eyes and his mouth goes dry, lips parting like a fish out of water as he tries desperately to think of something witty to say.
"don't worry, if you don't do anything wrong then i won't have anything to do," you jest, breaking the silence. a grin pulls at your mouth with the words, soon mirrored by the two drivers.
"i think i'd rather you didn't, then," zak scoffs, patting your shoulder. "go get settled, i'll come check on you in a while. boys, we've got that meeting in ten â c'mon."
smiling gratefully, you nod towards zak as he leaves â a silent thank you for his hospitality. oscar waves shyly, turning on his heel to hurry after his boss. lando follows suit, just about pulling his eyes from you, but only makes it a few steps before he's turning back.
"it was, uh, nice to meet you," he murmurs, clearing his throat. "hopefully i'll see you around."
biting at your cheek, holding back a small laugh, you nod. "hopefully."
lando finds himself grinning, walking a few yards backwards just to spare another minute looking at you. oscar calls for him and forces the teammate to hurry, shoes scuffing against polished tile as he catches up.
"stare much?" oscar asks him once they're side by side, a knowing smirk twisting upward.
"shut up," lando mumbles, but his own smile flickers. "she's pretty."
after that day, lando and you became close friends. he would sneak upstairs from briefings to bring you a coffee ("extra caramel, of course") and hide out in your office. he would vent to you about changes zak was, or wasn't, making with the car. you would confide in his about particularly stressful cases you would get handed. on days you weren't in the office, lando would text you pictures of him and oscar bored in meetings.
but the worst was race weekends. very rarely did you go along with the rest of the team, as there was little need for you there. if something went wrong, you could fix it from your desk in england. lando sent you updates from each city, everything from the track to sightseeings. you would often reply with a picture of your rainy window in central london and a sad face. and each sunday, you would sit up and watch the race with your fingers crossed. no matter the time, you were there. and when a race went particularly bad, you would wait up for the phone call from lando, needing a shoulder to lean on.
the staff at mclaren began saying you two were joined at the hip, partners in crime, so often not seen without the other. the best of friends.
"hey," lando chirped, knuckles rapping on your office door one friday morning. he had two coffees in his hand, as usual, perching both them and himself on top of your desk. "you going to the office party tonight?"
"open bar, free cocktails, seeing mark from marketing drunk?" you hummed thoughtfully, sipping at the hot drink. "you bet i am."
lando laughs, head thrown back slightly. the knowledge that you'll be there relaxes him, actually letting him look forward to the mandatory night out. "okay, good. i'll see you then."
"see you tonight," you call after him, watching until he disappears around the nearest corner. luckily, zak lets everyone go an hour early in account for the party starting at eight. you hurry home, sorting through every outfit option and getting ready as quickly as you can. the club was on the other side of london, at least forty minutes on the train, hence your rushing out the door with only one heel buckled.
inside of the club, completely booked out by zak for the company's pleasure, you realised just how many people worked in the world that was mclaren. legal was such a small part of it, a tiny cog in the whole machine. it was quite overwhelming, if it wasn't for the fact that you knew so many of the faces.
"y/n, hey!" the familiar sydney accent pulls your eyes to the nearby bar. oscar waves you over, smiling as you weave your way into a hug. "this is lily, my girlfriend."
you recognised the girl from pictures, but she was even prettier in real life. you exchange bright hello's, hugging in greeting while oscar orders you both some drinks.
"it's so nice to finally meet you!" lily beams, tucking her hair behind her ears. "i've heard so much."
curiosity peaks you, head tilted ever so slightly. "you have?"
"yeah, of course. lando is alwaysâ"
her words are cut short by a wide-eyed oscar, shoving in between you both to give you your drinks. "ha, hey! let's go sit, hm?"
your brows furrow, only more confused when lily shoots you an apologetic look. she takes your hand to lead you through the crowd to a booth at the other wall. amongst a few individuals you vaguely recognise, lando sits sipping a beer. he looks up when he hears oscar greet them, but his eyes instantly shoot to you.
"jesus," he mutters, quiet enough that only max next to him hears. you look absolutely stunning, your figure newly shown off by the little dress you have on. it falls to about mid-thigh, the rest of your legs accentuated by the heels you had on. your hair and makeup has been done a bit more than it would for work, and the sight has lando's stomach churning.
you squeeze in next to lily, across the table from lando. he can't tear his eyes away from you, even when max tries to strike up conversation. all you're doing is talking to lily, leaning over into each other to hear properly, face lighting up every so often with a laugh.
"so, that's who's had you so distracted recently?" max eventually catches lando's attention, watching his best friend's eyes widen. "she's pretty."
pretty? lando though. she was gorgeous.
"we're just friends," lando explains, shaking his head.
"bro, you've been staring at her like she's the only person in the room for the last twenty minutes," max laughs airily, nudging him. lando scoffs and rolls his eyes, but doesn't deny the fact. after another moment, you catch his gaze and smile softly. lando blushes, lifting his hand to wave slightly.
"okay, let's dance! this is my favourite song," max suddenly exclaims, standing up with a slap to the tabletop. a few follow suit, and you turn to lily with raised brows.
"oh, no," she shakes her head with a giggle. "i need at least two more of these drinks before you get me up there."
"well, drink up. i'll save you a dance."
smiling sweetly, you slip off of the seat to give her attention back to oscar. lando stands at the same time, smiling playfully when he looks at you. a hand of his stretches out and you can't even fathom denying it, slipping palm to palm and letting him drag you to the middle of the dance floor.
the song is drake or the weekend, something you don't really know, but the beat is so loud that you can feel it in the floor beneath you. falling into a rhythm, you giggle as lando begins moving with you. he sings along, but you don't recognise the lyrics, only the movement of his lips as his eyes shut. your chest thumps in time with the music, the heat of the people around you creeping onto your bare skin. the music mixes, changing into a melody you instantly know.
"i love this song!" you squeal, grasping lando's arms to shake them in excitement. he chuckles, watching on in admiration as you begin dancing again, reciting every single word to abba's lay all your love on me. your hands sneak down from his arms to his hands, forcing him to move along with you. he spins you around again and again just to watch your hair and dress float around you like magic, the lights of the club basking you in a heavenly hue.
somewhere in the midst of the second verse and chorus, lando feels his judgement cloud. he'd like to blame it on the beer, but he had only drank one, and he knew it was that usual intoxicating presence you carried around everywhere. your lips mould around each lyric, having listened to the song so many times (and your endless summer rewatches of mamma mia, as you once told him) that it was engraved on your memory. you looked perfect, the same as every day he snuck glances at you in the office or scrolled through your instagram late at night when he couldn't sleep for thinking about you.
you were it, for him. everything he loved and dreamed of, the only thing that had kept his feet on the ground this past season. and here you were, chest pressed to his thanks to the swarm of drunken guests, so close that he could smell your perfume and the shampoo from your hair. you had used a darker lipstick tonight, he noticed, unlike the usual clear balm you wore at work. it made you lips look even more soft than they normally do - he knew, because he spent a hefty chunk of his day staring at them.
abba fades out, along with the loud and out of tune singing filling the club, and all lando can think about is kissing you. it wouldn't be fair, for such pretty lips to go unkissed. and it wouldn't be fair on him, who has spent hours on end imagining how kissing you might feel, to let such an opportunity slip away from him.
so, he's tightening the hands that are already on your waist to pull you even closer, until there's not an inch of space left between you. his lips around rough, unmoving as they press against yours, eyes screwed shut and cursing the long seconds as he waits for your mouth to respond. eventually, he peeks through hesitant eyes to meet your surprise. your lips, colour smudged a little now from the contact, are parted and your eyes are wide. he can't discern what you're thinking, but he would bet it wasn't pure elation.
blame it on the beer, blame it on the beer, blame it on the beer.
his mouth opens just as all of his senses wire back in again, the end notes of the song just ringing out when he begins making his excuse. but your surprise and panic fills you so much that you can't breathe here, not with so many people around and lando's body heat still so close. stumbling, you push past him and everyone else that you meet to escape the busyness. the neon exit sign beckons you to the fire door, gasping when it opens and the fresh night air hits you.
thankfully, there isn't a soul to watch you and your flushed cheeks struggling for breath, and you wait until you hear the door shut behind you to fully relax again, frankly not caring if you lock yourself out. but the click of the lock doesn't come, only a familiar sound that crumbles you again.
"y/nâ"
lando stands helpless in the doorway, eyes pleading for forgiveness when you turn to him. your head shakes, searching for something to say.
"i... you, whatââ you struggle to grasp the right words, eyes squeezing shut. "i thought we were just friends?"
"we were! we are," lando corrects you quickly, striding towards you. "but that doesn't change the fact that iâ"
"lan, please don't."
"â love you, y/n. i've been in love with you since your first day at work. how couldn't i be?"
his voice is smaller than you've ever heard it before, urging guilt into your throat until you have to swallow it back down. you make yourself look down at the ground, your heels and his sneakers facing each other, because you know you'll fall apart once you see those damned brown eyes.
"lando..." you murmur through a sigh.
"don't you feel it too?" he asks, desperately grabbing at your clammy hands. "us, me and you. it's right there."
you cave then, heart taking over from your mind, chin raised to look at him. lips turn into a frown, searching his lovelorn eyes for the moment he'll laugh and tell you its all a big joke. because he's lando, and you're just you.
"tell me that you don't, that there's nothing here," lando mumbles lower, gripping your fingers for dear life. "tell me this isn't real and i'll walk away. but â but i can't leave you if there's a chance."
your lips part with a breath, lips dry, and your sense screams at you to tell him no. that it'll never work, it's impossible. but something tugs in your chest and you realise something you had never wanted to admit to yourself: you loved lando norris.
"it'll be too complicated." you settle for excuses instead, chewing the inside of your cheek, wincing when you nick the flesh. "we have to work together, so if something happens then it'll mess everything up."
lando steadies your shaking head with his hands, one on each cheek, staring deep into your eyes. "what are you so scared of?"
you swallow, shoulders raising with each shallow breath. "i don't want to lose you. you're my best friend, the only person i can talk to. i don't want to mess that up."
your confession melts his heart, affection bringing his thumbs to graze across your cheeks. "i won't let that happen," lando promises, tongue sincere as can be.
you wait a moment, scouring his features before the trust solidifies. gently, tentatively, you search for the taste you barely got inside of the club, lips ghosting together. strawberry and beer mix on your tongues, hands wandering over body heat and mouths hungrily moving together like two teenagers in a back alley. only when breathless does lando fall from your lips, hands still steady on the round hips of your dress, keeping you close.
"i'll always be your best friend," he whispers like an oath, a boyish smile tugging at the corner of his swollen and lipstick-covered mouth. "but can we be best friends who do that, like, a lot?"
writer's note: wrote this in one sitting and may have gotten carried away but pls enjoy <3
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hi love ;)
i have a request for hotch and pregnant reader if thats okay w u, how about reader having terrible morning sickness btu not wanting to wake hotch up because he was away on a case and got home super late and she wants him to rest up BUT hotch obv wakes up and uk coddles her
i hope u have wonderful day/ night and tysm for writing such wholesome stories <3333
thank you angel đ
cw sickness / throwing up
Youâre mostly asleep, occasionally and briefly awoken by a panging ache in your spine. You only know Aaronâs home because you sigh in pain and he shushes you gently.Â
With the weight of his arm over your stomach, you mumble, âWhat time is it?âÂ
He whispers back. âNearly three, honey. Iâm sorry for waking you.âÂ
âDidnât.â Itâs the achy back.
Aaron gets the memo. He shifts your weight onto his chest, and that stretch of your shoulder is all youâd needed. Youâre asleep again in moments, his breath warming the shell of your ear.Â
You wake again a few hours later. Itâs still dark out, the alarm clock blinking a bleary 5:42AM. You clutch your tumbling tummy and hold your breath even as your mouth fills with saliva, determined to fight it today. Youâre sick of being sick.
Aaron snores behind you. His hand has moved up to your chest, though itâs not a salacious touch where his hand rests on your breast. His fingers cover the skin above your heart, his face pressed to a shoulder like heâs desperate to be near.Â
Oh, no, you think. Youâre not eager to throw up, but itâs not what panics you. He only got home a few hours ago and heâs hard not to wake when you move, heâs hyper vigilant even in sleep. But if you donât get up soon, youâre gonna be sick in your white sheets.Â
You pant a hot breath and peel away from him slowly. Climbing out of bed is a pain, and you hold your hand to your mouth to stop from throwing up as you stand. You shuffle, disorientated but urgent, to the en-suite bathroom, palming along the wall for the light. You barely have time to grab the toilet lid.Â
It doesnât get easier doing this every morning. You eat light before bed and it doesnât matter, it hurts regardless, your eyes tear up and you feel wholly miserable. Worse when a familiar creaking comes from your bed.Â
âUgh,â you whisper, hanging your head, hand tight-knuckled on the lid.Â
âWhy donât you sit down, Y/N?â he asks softly. âCome on, kneel down on the floor. Thatâs it, honey. Itâs alright.âÂ
You canât stop yourself from resting your arm on the seat. It might be unhygienic, but youâre exhausted, and the effort it takes to throw up has depleted everything you had. Aaron pauses to touch the space between your shoulders, before he flushes the toilet and kneels down beside you, bringing a wad of toilet tissue to your face.Â
âI was hoping your morning sickness mightâve gone away while I was in Georgia,â he says, his open hand coming up to cup your back, while the other wipes at your chin.Â
âIt can go all the way to your third trimester.âÂ
âI know, but I still hoped.â He rubs the brunt of his palm gently over your back.Â
âIâm so sorry. You look so tired.âÂ
âI donât mind. Do you think it bothers me?â
âJust wanted you to rest.â
âItâs okay, itâs okay,â âhe kisses the skin beside your eye carefullyâ âhoney, itâs fine, weâll sleep again when youâre finished.âÂ
He jinxes you, summoning another round, but it is admittedly less horrid to go through with his hands at your face and neck. You struggle to breath when itâs done, gasping unsuccessfully for a full lungful of air.Â
Aaron encourages you away from the toilet with some loving manhandling. âSit here. Just take a deep breath.â He blows one out for you to follow, and another in. âYou got it. Let me get you a glass of water.â
âCan you help me up? Iâm done. Just want to be out of this room.âÂ
Heâs quick and strong, hands under your arms, pulling you up. You fully believe he could get you into bed if you didnât get your feet under you, but you do, and he walks you back to your room with a sluggishness you know to be a great deal of care. He goes slowly with you as though you might break. You press your face to his arm and think, Well, at least he loves me. Â
Being sick is awful, but thatâs a certain truth.Â
âI shouldâve made you brush your teeth,â he says, ushering you down onto your side of the bed.
The idea of a toothbrush near the back of your mouth gives you chills. âMaybe in ten minutes.âÂ
He fluffs the pillows behind your back. He seems tempted to kiss you regardless, but he just touches his nose to yours for a brief second and then pulls away. âDrink this,â he demands, passing you the glass from your nightstand. His hands are careful tucking the sheets over your legs and up against your slight bump. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âYou should be.â You take a couple of sips. âI wish I could hate you for this.âÂ
Youâre joking makes him laugh. âThatâs okay. Itâs my fault, honey. Hate me all you want.âÂ
âI donât want to,â you say.Â
He cups your face. Like you didnât just throw up, no hint of disgust in his touch, only love. âThank you.â His clumsy thumb on your cheek betrays how tired he is. You move over and usher him onto your side of the bed for hugging, your face hidden in the place between his shoulders.Â
âDonât be sick without me,â he says sternly, his hand reaching back to hold your arm.Â
You try not to think about it. âUgh.âÂ
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PREACHER'S DAUGHTER PT4 | MV1
an: so this slight bit more angsty if anything so you've been warned, also i find it funny that for someone who is not christian i know so much about this religion because i was born and raised in the uk and was a scout. that last part meant they shoved christianity down my throat with a gun, newway
wc: 5.7k
warnings: mentions of domestic violence, body image issues, slight steam
part one | part two | part three |
The church was quiet that afternoon, sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows in kaleidoscopic patterns. The scent of old wood and faint incense lingered in the air as Max held their son, Theo, in his arms, cradling him with surprising ease for someone who once joked that he wasnât "the baby type."
Theo was dressed in a tiny white onesie and matching cap, his round cheeks rosy and his wide blue eyes staring up at Max, completely unbothered by the world around him.
âHeâs so calm,â Max murmured, glancing at her as they walked down the aisle together. She was radiant, holding the christening blanket her aunt had gifted them, her hand brushing against his arm as they moved toward the altar.
âHe takes after you,â she teased softly, smiling. âYou always seem so calm on the outside.â
Max chuckled under his breath, adjusting Theo slightly. âThatâs just because I hide it well. Inside, Iâm panicking about every little thing.â
Her aunt walked a few steps behind them, her smile warm and proud as she watched the young family. Danny was there too, looking surprisingly put together in a blazer that didnât quite match his slacks but worked well enough. He held a small silver baptismal cup heâd insisted on buying for Theo.
When they reached the altar, the pastor greeted them with a kind smile, his voice gentle. âItâs a beautiful day for this, isnât it?â
Max looked over at her, and she nodded, her smile soft but full of emotion. âIt really is.â
The ceremony was simple and intimate, just as theyâd wanted. The pastor spoke about the importance of love and family, his words resonating deeply with everyone in the room.
When it came time to pour the water over Theoâs head, Max passed the baby to her with careful hands, his fingers brushing hers. Theo squirmed slightly but didnât cry, his tiny hands clutching at the air as the cool water touched his skin.
âTheodore Max Emilian Verstappen,â the pastor intoned, blessing the baby with a gentle hand on his head. âMay you walk in faith and love all the days of your life.â
Her aunt dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, and even Danny seemed unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the scene in front of him.
When the ceremony ended, Max turned to her with a look of quiet awe, his hand resting on her back as they stepped away from the altar. âHe did good,â he said softly, glancing down at their son.
She smiled, brushing her fingers over Theoâs soft cheek. âHe really did.â
Afterward, they all gathered near the back of the church, taking turns holding Theo and snapping a few pictures. Danny held the baby awkwardly, his large hands looking almost comical against Theoâs tiny frame.
âI never thought Iâd see the day, man,â Danny said, his voice full of affection as he looked at Max. âYouâre a dad. And a damn good one, too.â
Max grinned, his arm slipping around her waist. âThanks, Danny. Couldnât have done it without her, though.â
Danny handed Theo back to her, and she cradled him against her chest, her heart swelling as Max leaned in to kiss her temple.
Her aunt stepped forward then, wrapping them both in a hug. âYouâve made a beautiful family,â she said, her voice thick with emotion. âIâm so proud of you, darling.â
Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away, nodding. âThank you.â
Max cleared his throat, his voice rough. âWeâre just getting started, but⌠yeah. I think weâre doing okay.â
She turned to him, her smile radiant. âWeâre doing more than okay.â
As they walked out of the church together, the sun shining down on them, Max tightened his arm around her and glanced at their son. Theo yawned, his tiny fist curling against her chest.
Max couldnât really ever believe this was his life.
The apartment was a quiet chaos, the kind that came with a newborn. Bottles sat drying on the counter, a stack of laundry waited to be folded on the couch, and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air. Max shuffled through the living room, Theo nestled against his chest in one arm, his other hand running through his dishevelled hair. He was running on fumes, a few hours of broken sleep stretched thin across work and baby duties, but he wouldnât trade it for the world.
A knock at the door broke his train of thought. He frowned, glancing at the clock. It was too early for Danny to swing by, and they werenât expecting any deliveries.
Still holding Theo, Max made his way to the door, unlocking it with one hand and pulling it open. His expression hardened instantly when he saw who was standing there.
Her mother.
She stood in the hallway, clutching a handbag tightly in front of her, her expression a mix of hesitation and determination. She looked older than Max remembered from the last time heâd seen herâher face lined with worry, her posture stiff.
Without a word, Max reached out and closed the door in her face.
âNope,â he muttered, locking the door for good measure.
He turned on his heel and walked back into the apartment, Theo still snoozing against his chest. His jaw was tight, but he knew this wasnât his call to make.
In the bedroom, she was curled up on the bed, her hair loose and her head resting on her folded arms. She looked up as he walked in, her face softening when she saw him with the baby.
âHey,â she said sleepily. âEverything okay?â
Max adjusted Theo carefully before sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at her for a moment, unsure how to say it.
âAngel,â he began, his voice low but steady. âYour motherâs at the door.â
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and unexpected.
Her eyes widened, and she sat up slowly, pushing her hair back as she processed what heâd just said. âSheâs here?â
Max nodded, his gaze softening as he watched her. âYeah. She didnât say anything. Just knocked. But⌠itâs her.â
Her breath hitched, and she looked down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. Two years. Two years since sheâd last seen or heard from her mother, and now she was just outside their door.
âDo you want me to tell her to leave?â Max offered gently, his free hand reaching out to rest on her knee.
She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. âNo⌠Iâll talk to her.â
Max studied her face, his concern etched into every line of his expression. âYou donât have to, you know. Not if youâre not ready.â
She looked up at him then, her eyes steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. âI am.â
Max nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. âIâll be right here if you need me.â
She took a deep breath, gathering her strength, and slid off the bed. As she walked toward the door, Max watched her go, Theo still cradled against his chest.
âYouâve got this, Angel,â he said softly, pride and love in every word.
She nodded without looking back, her hand already reaching for the doorknob.
She opened the door slowly, revealing her mother still standing there in the hallway. Her motherâs posture was still just as rigid, her grip on her handbag white-knuckled as though sheâd spent the entire time trying to decide whether to knock again or walk away.
âHi, Mum,â she said, her voice steady but guarded.
Her motherâs face softened, the slightest smile forming. âHi, sweetheart. Can I come in?â
She hesitated for a moment before stepping aside. âSure.â
Her mother walked in, her eyes immediately scanning the apartment. It wasnât flashy, but it was warm and homey, filled with small touches of personality: framed photos on the walls, a baby blanket draped over the back of the couch, a bassinet in the corner.
Max was standing in the living room, Theo tucked securely in his arms. His expression was unreadable, but the protective way he held their son spoke volumes.
âCoffee?â she asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.
Her mother nodded. âYes, please.â
She moved to start the coffee pot, keeping her hands busy while her mother sat stiffly on the couch. Max didnât move, his eyes fixed on her mother like a hawk watching its prey.
âSo,â her mother began, her voice tinged with the usual air of judgement, âI heard through the grapevine at church that you had a baby. Was anyone going to tell me, or was I just supposed to find out from strangers?â
She set the mugs down on the counter with a clink, her jaw tightening. Before she could respond, Max spoke up from where he stood.
âWeâve been a little busy raising him, in case you hadnât noticed.â
Her motherâs eyes flicked to Max for the first time, narrowing slightly as if sizing him up. âYou must be Max.â
âThatâs me,â he replied dryly, bouncing Theo lightly in his arms.
Her mother ignored his tone and turned back to her daughter. âIâd like to meet him properly,â she said, her voice softening as she looked at the baby. âCan I hold him?â
Before she could answer, Max cut in, his voice sharp. âIt is not holding my son.â
She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the way Max referred to her mother as it. The corners of her mouth twitched, but she managed to keep her composure, though her mother didnât miss the faint smirk.
Her motherâs face fell into an exaggerated look of hurt, tears immediately welling up in her eyes. âIâm your mother. Donât I deserve to hold my grandchild?â
Max didnât flinch. He simply stared at her, his hand resting on his hip, his expression unmoved. âYou want me to feel bad? You watched her get beat for years and didnât do a damn thing to stop it. So no, youâre not stepping a foot near our baby.â
Her motherâs crocodile tears dried up almost instantly at his words, her expression shifting into something more calculating. She opened her mouth to argue, but one glance at Max and she seemed to think better of it.
Her daughter finally stepped forward, coffee mugs in hand, and set them on the table. She sat down across from her mother, her voice calm but firm. âMum, I think you should leave.â
Her mother blinked, startled. âButââ
âNo,â she interrupted gently but decisively. âThis is my family now. If you want to be part of it, youâll have to accept that things are different. That Iâm different. And if you canât, then thereâs nothing else to say.â
Cutting her off before sheâd even finished her sentence, her mother cut in, giving her daughter a pointed look and said, âI heard you even managed to get him to step foot in a church.â
Before she could respond, Maxâs head snapped up, his brows lifting in mock offence. âHe is right here,â he said, his tone dry but laced with amusement.
She laughed softly, shaking her head as she walked over to take Theo from Maxâs arms, but the corners of his mouth twitched in that way they always did when he was holding back a grin.
Her mother raised an eyebrow, her judgmental gaze shifting between the two of them. âYou know,â she began, folding her arms across her chest, âyou can come home now. Thereâs no need for all of this.â She gestured vaguely around the apartment, her tone dismissive, as though their entire life together was an inconvenience to be corrected.
Her daughter stilled for a moment, cradling Theo close as the weight of those words settled over her. Then, without hesitation, she raised her chin and said firmly, âI am home.â
Max straightened at that, his gaze locking on hers, pride radiating from him like a steady warmth. âDamn right you are,â he murmured, his voice quiet but resolute, though he didnât look at her mother when he said it.
Her motherâs face twisted slightly, her discomfort evident. âYouâre sure this is the life you want?â
Her daughter smiled down at Theo, then glanced up at Max, who was watching her with that same unwavering confidence he always had.
âIâve never been more sure of anything,â she said simply.
Max stepped closer, standing behind her protectively, Theo still secure in her arms. Her motherâs gaze flicked between the two of them before she finally stood, her movements slow and deliberate.
âIâll think about what you said,â her mother murmured, her tone almost begrudging.
âYou do that,â Max said flatly, watching as she walked toward the door.
She closed the door behind her mother with a sense of finality, leaning against it for a moment before turning to Max.
âThank you,â she said softly.
âYou donât have to thank me, Angel. Nobody messes with my family.â
She smiled, holding Theo close as she looked up at him. âI love you.â
âLove you too,â he replied, his voice full of warmth. âNow letâs forget about her and focus on what really matters.â
She nodded, already feeling lighter as she looked down at their son, safe in her arms.
That night Max stirred in the middle of the night, instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed. His hand met only cool sheets, and his heart skipped a beat. He blinked into the darkness, his eyes adjusting as he realised she wasnât there.
A quiet noise drew his attention. He sat up, his ears straining, and caught the faint sound of sniffling. Throwing the blankets aside, he stood and padded toward the source of the sound.
The sight stopped him in his tracks.
She was sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, her face streaked with silent tears as she stared at Theo sleeping peacefully in his crib. The soft light from the nightlight cast a faint glow over her, highlighting the anguish in her expression.
âAngel?â he whispered, his voice low and tender as he crouched down beside her. âWhatâs wrong?â
She didnât look at him right away, her gaze still fixed on Theoâs tiny chest rising and falling with every steady breath. When she finally turned to Max, her eyes shimmered with fresh tears, her voice breaking as she spoke.
âHow could anyone hurt something so innocent?â she whispered, her voice trembling. âHow could anyone look at a baby and see anything but⌠pure love?â
Maxâs heart cracked at the pain in her voice, and he reached out to cup her face, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear. âAngelâŚâ
She shook her head, her words tumbling out in a raw torrent. âI think about what he did to me, Max. The yelling, the hitting⌠And I think about Theo. About how small he is, how he trusts us completely. How could anyone ever look at their own child and think theyâre evil?â Her breath hitched as she wiped at her face with trembling hands. âWhat did I ever do to deserve that? What did I ever do to make him hate me so much?â
Max sat down beside her, his back resting against the wall, and pulled her into his lap. She melted into him, her face buried against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
âYou didnât do anything,â he said, his voice steady and low, a quiet anchor in the storm of her emotions. âYou hear me? Not a damn thing. Thatâs on him, not you. Never you.â
Her tears soaked through his shirt as he held her tighter, his hand stroking up and down her back in soothing motions.
âLook at me,â he murmured after a while, tilting her chin up gently. His eyes were fierce, steady as they met hers. âYouâre nothing like him. Youâre the best mum Theo could ever have. Youâre kind, patient, lovingâyou give him everything you never got. And I swear, Angel, no one will ever lay a hand on him. Not while Iâm breathing.â
Her lip quivered, but she nodded, clutching at him like he was the only thing keeping her afloat. âI just⌠I donât want him to grow up like I did,â she whispered.
âHe wonât,â Max promised, his voice firm. âBecause youâre breaking the cycle. You already have. Look at what youâve built, Angel. This is your family. Your home. Theo is safe because of you.â
As Max held her, her breathing evened out, but her grip on his shirt stayed tight. She leaned her forehead against his chest, her voice barely a whisper.
âIâm scared, Max.â
He tilted his head down to look at her, his hand still stroking her back. âOf what, Angel?â
She hesitated, her eyes flickering back to Theoâs crib. âRaising him. Iâm scared of forcing my religion on him, of turning into my dad, ofâŚâ She took a shaky breath. âWhat if I make him feel like I did? Scared of failing, scared of not being good enough? I donât know how to do this without screwing him up.â
Max shifted so he could see her face fully, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. His voice was steady but firm, filled with the quiet conviction sheâd come to rely on.
âYour dad used religion as an excuse, Angel,â he said carefully. âTo control you. To hurt you. Thatâs on him, not you. Not the religion. Youâve never been like him, and you never will be.â
Her eyes filled with tears again, but she blinked them back, her lips trembling. âWhat if I donât know how to navigate this? What if I donât teach him right? What if I push too hard or not enough? And⌠what if he doesnât want to be Christian?â
Max exhaled softly and leaned his forehead against hers, his hand cupping the back of her neck.
âThen he doesnât have to be,â he said gently. âBut thatâs not something you have to decide for him. All you can do is give him a safe place to figure out what he believes, what feels right to him. Youâve already broken away from the way you were raised. Youâre letting him grow up in love, not fear. Thatâs the difference, Angel.â
She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks again, but this time there was a hint of relief in the way her shoulders relaxed.
âBut what if I mess up?â she whispered.
He smiled faintly, his lips brushing against her forehead. âThen we figure it out together. You donât have to have all the answers. Thatâs why Iâm here, remember?â
Her lips curved in the tiniest smile, and she let out a shaky laugh. âWhat did I do to deserve you?â
Max grinned, pulling her a little closer. âYou loved me when no one else did, Angel. Thatâs all Iâll ever need.â
She rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Theo stirred softly in his crib, letting out a tiny coo, and they both looked over at him.
âWeâll figure it out, Max,â she murmured. âWeâll make sure heâs safe and loved. Thatâs all that matters.â
Max nodded, his voice low but resolute. âWe will. I promise.â
That morning the light filtered softly through the curtains, and the quiet sounds of Theo stirring in his crib filled the room. She stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and tying it back with practised precision. Max leaned against the doorframe, watching her quietly.
After a moment, he spoke. âWhy donât we come with you today?â
She froze mid-motion, staring at his reflection in the mirror. âTo church?â
He nodded, stepping further into the room. âYeah. After last night, maybe itâd be good for youâfor all of us.â
She turned to face him, uncertainty etched across her face. âMax, you donât have to do that. Youâve neverâŚâ She trailed off, struggling to find the words.
âI know,â he said, his voice soft but firm. âBut youâre my family now. If you need this, maybe I do too. Besides, it wouldnât kill me to sit through one Sunday service.â
Her lips parted as if to argue, but then she closed them, her expression softening. âAre you sure? I mean, youâd have to bring Theo too, and he can be fussy, andâŚâ
Max smirked. âAngel, I can change an engine in my sleep, Iâm sure I can deal with a baby in a Church. And, hey,â he added with a teasing grin, âI figure the building wonât burn down if I step inside.â
She laughed, rolling her eyes. âFine, but I donât think you have anything to wear.â
He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âOh, donât I?â
Before she could respond, he walked to their shared wardrobe and pushed aside her dresses, rummaging toward the back. With a flourish, he pulled out a neatly pressed button-up shirt and a pair of dark slacks.
Her jaw dropped. âWhere did those come from?â
He grinned. âHad âem stashed back here just in case. Didnât think Iâd ever need âem, but, yâknow, marriage changes a man.â
She stepped forward, inspecting the outfit with a laugh. âMax Emilian Verstappen, youâve been holding out on me.â
âWhat can I say? I like keeping you on your toes.â He leaned in, brushing a kiss to her temple. âNow, hurry up and get ready. Canât have you showing me up too much.â
They got ready together, her fixing the buttons on his shirt while he fastened a tiny bow tie onto Theo. The baby squirmed, babbling happily as his parents fussed over him.
Max stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting with his cuffs. âHow do I look?â he asked, spinning around dramatically.
She looked him over, smiling warmly. âLike the handsomest man in church.â
He smirked, pulling her in for a quick kiss. âAnd you, Angel, look like the most beautiful woman on the planet.â
Her cheeks flushed, and she swatted at him playfully. âAlright, alright. Letâs get going before you make me blush any more.â
With Theo in Maxâs arms and her holding her Bible, the three of them headed out the door as a family, ready to head to Church together.
The small church was already buzzing with quiet conversation and the shuffle of feet as the congregation settled into their pews. The moment they walked through the doors, the heads began to turn. Not just because of Theo babbling softly in Maxâs arms, but because of Max himself.
He was impossible to ignoreâtowering in his pressed shirt and slacks, his sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms, and his messy hair somehow still looking effortlessly charming. He scanned the room, slightly uncomfortable but standing tall for her sake.
She didnât miss how some of the wives in the congregation shot lingering glances in his direction, their eyes flicking up and down appreciatively. It took everything in her not to smirk.
They slid into a pew near the back, Max settling Theo on his lap as she tucked herself against his side. The service began with a hymn, her voice blending beautifully with the others. Max didnât sing, but he listened, his gaze drifting to her every few moments.
It wasnât long before she caught sight of themâher parents sitting a few rows ahead, her motherâs hat tilted just so, and her fatherâs rigid posture unmistakable. The knot in her stomach tightened briefly, but then Maxâs hand found hers, squeezing it reassuringly.
She glanced up at him, his steady presence a reminder of how far sheâd come. Her lips curved into a smile, and she gave his hand a grateful squeeze back. Her family might have been there, but for the first time, they felt like a distant thought.
As the sermon began, Max kept Theo entertained, bouncing him gently and making silly faces. She noticed the subtle glances from the wives again, and this time she couldnât help herself. Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss to Maxâs cheek, lingering just long enough to make sure it was noticed.
Max turned to her, eyebrows raised in amusement. âWhat was that for?â he murmured quietly.
She gave him a sly smile. âJust wanted to remind everyone who you belong to.â
He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. âAngel, youâre trouble.â
It was Maxâs idea to head to a diner after Church to âcelebrateâ his first ever Sunday service, as though he were a child who needed rewarding.Â
The small diner was bustling with life, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling griddles filling the air. Max had chosen their usual booth by the window, settling Theo into a high chair next to them. The baby busied himself with a teething toy while they waited for their food.
The plates arrived, steaming and tempting. Max had gone for his usual burger and fries, while sheâd chosen a hearty plate of pancakes and eggs. For a while, everything seemed perfect. She smiled at Theoâs delighted coos and laughed softly at Maxâs commentary about the service, how much better it was compared to the greasy spoon near the shop.
But as the meal went on, her smile started to fade. She couldnât help the creeping thoughts that had been nagging her since church. The wivesâpolished, graceful, and put-togetherâflitted across her mind. Their elegant hairstyles, perfectly pressed dresses, and glossy makeup stood in stark contrast to her simple ponytail, minimal makeup, and the faint exhaustion she knew lingered in her eyes from late nights with Theo.
Her appetite waned as the thoughts deepened. She picked at her pancakes, moving pieces around the plate but not actually eating.
Max noticed almost immediately. He paused mid-bite, glancing at her untouched food, then at the faraway look in her eyes. âAngel,â he said softly, his tone laced with concern. âWhatâs going on?â
She blinked, startled out of her thoughts. âHuh?â
âYouâve barely touched your food.â He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, his full attention on her. âYou okay?â
Her instinct was to brush it off. She forced a small smile, waving a hand dismissively. âItâs nothing, really. Iâm fine.â
Maxâs brow furrowed, not buying it. âYou sure? Youâve been quiet since we got here.â
She bit her lip, fighting the urge to spill everything. She didnât want to seem silly, especially over something so trivial. Instead, she nodded. âYeah, just got lost in my own head for a minute. Itâs no biggie.â
Max didnât push further, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes told her he wasnât convinced. Still, he let it go, giving her a small, encouraging smile. âAlright. But if somethingâs bothering you, you tell me, yeah?â
She nodded again, this time reaching across the table to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. âI will. Promise.â
He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze in return before leaning back in his seat, focusing on Theo, who was now enthusiastically banging his teething toy against the high chair tray.
She watched them interact, the tender way Max wiped a bit of drool from Theoâs chin and adjusted his bib. Her heart swelled with love, yet the self-doubt lingered, shadowing the edges of her thoughts. She couldnât help but wonder how to reconcile these feelings with the life theyâd builtâa life she adored but sometimes felt she didnât quite measure up to.
By nightfall, the apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor. Max had just finished putting Theo to bed, lingering by the crib for a moment to run his fingers gently over his sonâs soft hair. A deep contentment filled him as he padded back toward their bedroom.
The door to the shared bathroom was slightly ajar, light spilling softly into the dim room. He was about to call out to her when he paused, his steps faltering as his eyes caught her reflection in the mirror.
She stood in front of the mirror in just her bra and underwear, her fingers tracing the faint silver lines that stretched across her lower abdomen. The stretch marks from her pregnancy. Her other hand moved to her side, pinching softly at the curve of her hip, then sliding to her stomach. He watched as she sucked in her breath, holding it, as though trying to envision a different version of herself.
A wave of heartbreak and frustration welled up inside him. He didnât understand how she couldnât see what he sawâhow every curve, every mark, was a testament to the life theyâd created together.
He stepped into the bathroom, his bare feet silent against the tile, his shirtless form reflected in the mirror behind her. âAngel,â he said softly, his voice careful but carrying enough weight to pull her out of her thoughts.
She startled, her hand dropping from her stomach as she turned toward him, her cheeks flushing. âMax! I didnât hear you come in.â
He crossed the distance between them in a few steps, his hands coming up to rest on her shoulders as his eyes searched hers. âWhatâs going on?â he asked gently. âI noticed you didnât eat much earlier, and now I walk in on you doing⌠that.â He tilted his head toward the mirror. âTalk to me.â
Her lips parted, ready with a dismissal, but his gaze held hers, steady and unwavering. She sighed, lowering her head for a moment before looking back up at him. âI was just thinking about how the women at church looked at you today.â Her voice was quiet, tinged with vulnerability.
His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his features. âWhat about it?â
âTheyâre all so put together, Max,â she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. âTheir hair, their clothes, the way they carry themselves... and then thereâs me.â She gestured vaguely toward herself. âI donât look like them. I donât feel like them. And I started⌠I donât know, comparing myself. Thinking about how Iâve changed since Theo, how IâŚâ She trailed off, biting her lip.
Maxâs jaw tightened as she spoke, not out of frustration with her but at the sheer absurdity of her words. He reached out, cupping her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks. âAngel, stop,â he said firmly, but his tone was tender. âYouâre beautiful. Youâre everything. They can look all they want because at the end of the day, Iâm yours. Only yours.â
Her eyes glistened, but she shook her head slightly. âYou say that, but I donât feel it sometimes. I see these stretch marks, this extra weightââ
âAnd I see the woman who carried my son,â he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to hers. âI see the woman who turned my life around, who made me believe in love, in family, in myself. Those marks? Theyâre proof of how strong you are, how much youâve given me.â
She let out a shaky breath, her hands coming up to rest against his chest. âYou really mean that?â
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze burning with sincerity. âWith everything Iâve got.â
Slowly, he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, tender at first, but as her hands slid up to his shoulders, the kiss deepened. His hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers splaying against the softness of her skin.
âMaxâŚâ she murmured against his lips, her voice a mixture of hesitation and need.
âLet me show you,â he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise, lifting her up onto the counter.
Max kissed her once more, this time deepening the kiss, his hands cradling her face as though she were something precious and fragile. The heat between them built rapidly, their breaths mingling in soft gasps. His fingers trailed down her jawline, along her neck, and over her shoulders, pausing to trace the delicate strap of her bra.
Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, pulling him closer. He took a step forward, wedging himself firmly between her knees as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His lips moved to her jaw, then down to the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
âMaxâŚâ she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and desire.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing heavily. His hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her waist and hips, before coming to rest on her thighs. Slowly, he lifted her off the counter, holding her steady as her feet touched the floor.
âLook,â he murmured, his voice rough but tender as he turned her toward the mirror. She hesitated, but his hands on her waist grounded her, keeping her in place. âI want you to see what I see.â
Her eyes darted to her reflection, taking in the way her flushed skin glowed under the bathroom light, the way her lips were swollen from his kisses, and the unmistakable desire in his expression as he stood behind her, his chest pressed against her back.
He reached for one of her hands, guiding it gently behind her to rest against the unmistakable hardness beneath his boxers. âFeel that?â he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. âNo one else could do that to me, angel. No one. Only you.â
Her breath hitched as her fingers instinctively flexed, earning a low groan from him that sent shivers down her spine. His free hand slid to her stomach, tracing lazy circles just above the waistband of her underwear.
âEvery time I look at you,â he continued, his voice a husky murmur, âI lose my mind. It doesnât matter what youâre wearing or if your hairâs a mess. Youâjust youâare everything.â
Her reflection showed the way her eyes fluttered closed as his hand dipped lower, slipping beneath the thin band of her underwear. His touch was slow, deliberate, teasing, as though he had all the time in the world to show her exactly how he felt.
Her knees threatened to buckle, but he held her steady, his grip firm yet tender. âMax,â she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering there. âLet me show you,â he murmured again, and this time, she gave herself over completely, trusting him to erase every doubt and replace it with nothing but love.
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nicole calling sam 'misunderstood' like girl please for the love of god open your eyes but also benaiah you HAVE to let it go you're coming across as condescending. everyone grow up and sam go away forever
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Bake Nights
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 1,709
Summary: Bucky starts to show some interest in one of your favorite shows and you couldn't be more excited!
Author's Note: So I'm a huge fan of the GBBO and since the finale was this last week I've wanted to write something fun with Bucky. The show really just brings me joy and I've needed it lately and pairing it with Bucky just makes it that much better! No real spoilers here for the latest season- just lots of fun! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! đĽ°
Warnings: lots of sweet fluff and flirty fun
âBuuuuuckkkyyyy.â
âYeah doll?â
âHave you seen my tea? Are we out?â
As you continue to search the cabinet you feel his hard chest press against your back. His arm reaches above you and he pushes the box of crackers aside, revealing your tea.
âOh good!â you cheer. âIâm about to watch this weekâs episode of Great British Bake Off and I wanted some tea and snacks.â
âIs that the UK baking show youâre always going on about?â
âYes,â you say with narrowed eyes as you turn in his arms.
He gives you a lopsided smile before a kiss.
âWant to watch with me?â you ask with a hopeful tone.
âIâm finishing up the paperwork from this last mission and you know all the cooking shows do is make me hangry.â
âYouâre always hangry,â you state with a pout.
âSo are you,â he fires back.
With one more kiss he says, âwhen Iâm done Iâll come in a sit.â
âOk,â you huff. âHurry!â
You make your tea and get situated on the couch with the blanket, snacks and Alpine curled up in your lap.
âYouâll always watch with me right buddy,â you coo as you pet the catâs soft white fur. âNot like daddyâŚtoo busy and too hungry.â
âHeard that doll face,â Bucky chimes from the other room.
âDamn super solider hearing,â you mutter.
Youâre fully engrossed in the show, waiting with bated breath as Prue and Paul judge the show stoppers, and when Bucky asks, âdid she just say, âtell us about your Beaver?,ââ you startle with a squeal and nearly drop a now very irritated Alpine.
âOH MY GOD BUCK!â you shout.
âShe did, didnât she?â Bucky deadpans. âWhat kind of baking show is this?â
You press pause and turn around to stare at him as he leans against the back of the ouch and peers down at you and Alpine.
âThe best baking show ever! Now shushâŚitâs judgement time.â
He lifts his eyebrows and smirks. âDidnât know it was so serious. Iâm gonna grab some food and Iâll be right back.â
You hit play and continue watching, barely noticing when the couch dips and Bucky sits down next to you.
âDid the beaver win?â he asks through a mouthful of food.
âIt doesnât work like that,â you start to explain but clamp your mouth shut as you wait for Noel to announce the name of the baker thatâs leaving.
âHow does itâŚ?â
âBuck, waitâŚthis is the worst part,â you whisper as you nibble on a finger.
He shuts up and takes another bite of his sandwich.
âOh noooooooo,â you cry when you hear whoâs going home. âI hate when anyone has to leave.â
Once itâs over and youâve shut the TV you sigh. âHave to wait a whole week for the next one!â
Bucky slides his arm across your shoulders and tucks you against him, silently offering you a bite of his sandwich.
You take it and then ask, âcan we get some cake at the diner later? Iâm in the mood for a big slice of something.â
He chuckles and takes another bite of the sandwich before offering you the last one.
âSure doll face. I can always go for cake.â
âTime for baking again?â Bucky asks when he gets out of the bathroom and finds you on the couch snuggled up with Alpine.
âYes! Want to come watch?â you ask excitedly.
His expression falls. âAw doll. Iâm about to go workout with Sam.â
You pout. Again.
He leans over the side of the couch and kisses it right off your lips. âIâll try to be quick. Maybe I can catch the endâŚor you could wait for me?â
You stare at him and blink several times, warring with the need to watch the episode immediately and the desire to watch with him.
The corners of his eyes scrunch up as he smiles. âItâs ok baby doll. You go ahead and watch, Iâll be back as soon as I can.â
You nod and pucker up for another kiss which he happily obliges in.
By the time he gets back from his workout youâre watching Paul and Prue judge the showstoppers.
âAre we about to see who wins,â he says as he plops down next to you.
Alpine meows in frustration as the couch bounces and he goes with it.
âTheyâre still judging the showstoppers and itâs bread weekâŚâ
You say the last words ominously and Bucky shifts closer, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear.
âWhy do you sound so scared doll?â
âPaul is the King of bread.â
âPaulâŚ? Is that the guy with the bad fake tan?â
âHEY!â you admonish with a giggle. âYeahâŚbut he knows bread.â
âI know bread!â Bucky says more to himself than you. âI eat bread all the time. I love it.â
âNot like that you buttface,â you retort. âLike he knows how to bake the best bread.â
âButtfaceâŚ? Did you justâŚ?â Bucky starts before he returns his focus to the bread.
âIâll be the judge of that! Where can we get some Paul bread?â
âPaul bread?â you repeat. âJustâŚshush. Letâs watch.â
âYou sure tell me to shush a lot when this show is on,â he grumbles.
âThatâs âcause you talk too much while itâs on!â you reply.
âThatâs it,â Bucky says and grabs you, hauling you into his lap as his fingers find purchase on your waist and dig in.
âBUCKKKKKKKKKKKY! That tickles, stop, OH MY GOD!â
You screech and squeal and kick and fight but itâs no use. He easily holds you in place while he tortures you with tickles. Â
Alpine hops off the couch with his tail turned up and gives Bucky a murderous glare.
âPlease,â you whine. âJust let me finish my show!â
He finally relents and slides his hands along your curves, snuggling you against his chest while you catch your breath.
âYouâre such a pain in my ass,â you sigh as you let out one last deep breath and snuggle closer.
After they announce star baker Bucky adds, âI like the guy with the eye liner. Heâs really funny.â
âThatâs Noel. Heâs the best!â
You stiffen when they get ready to announce whoâs going home and Bucky hugs you more tightly.
âI really hate that part,â you say when itâs over.
âAlright, itâs official. Next week we are watching together.â
Your frown instantly turns into a bright smile and you throw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.
âIâm so excited Buck! And I have to explain everythingâŚso Paul and Prue are the judgesâŚâ
Bucky stops you with a press of his finger to your lips. âCan we discuss his over food? Sam kicked my ass today and then the baking and now Iâm starving.â
You smile before taking his finger and giving it a nibble. âOf course. Come on, we can get pizza.â
âYESSSS my favorite,â he sings.
âEverything is your favorite,â you deadpan.
He scoffs and then his smile turns devious. âI take it back.â
Your hands land on your hips and pin him with a challenging glare.
He steps closer and takes you in his arms. âPizza isnât my favorite thing to eatâŚâ
His lips trail along your neck, stopping just below your ear. âYouâre my favorite thing to eat.â
With a hum of satisfaction you crane your neck back and sigh as he places soft kiss to your skin, tracing your jaw before he finds your lips again.
His stomach growls just as he kisses you and you both laugh.
âPizza first,â you say.
âThen you for dessert,â he promises.
âMan those technical challenges are rough,â Bucky says as he runs his hand through his hair. âShit.â
âI KNOW!â you agree. âI donât know how they do it.â
âShow stopper now?â Bucky asks with a boyish smirk.
âYep!â you say popping the p before giving him a sweet kiss. âAnd itâs pastry week! YUM!â
Buckyâs fingers sneak under your shirt and trace mindless patterns along your shoulder. Youâre snuggled against his chest with your palms flattened on his chest and tummy.
He digs his fingers into your skin and asks, âwhy does Paul walk around and watch them like that!?! Itâs so intimidating!â
âBecause heâs a total pain in the butt and knows how scary he is!â
As you continue to watch each baker explains their flavors and design and Buckyâs stomach growls.
âIâm so hungry,â he whines.
âYouâre so cute,â you answer. âWe just have to get through judging then we can eat!â
âOk,â he says quietly as he pulls you closer.
âThatâs amazing!â he says excitedly as one of the bakers brings up their showstopper. âI hope it tastes good!â
When the bakers are lined up in their chairs waiting to hear who star baker is and whoâs leaving the tent, Bucky sucks in a breath, clearly on edge.
âYes!â he cheers when they announce star baker. âI called that one!â
âYou did,â you say as you pat his chest with a smile.
When Noel is about to say whoâs leaving the tent Bucky drops his head and mutters, âugh, you were right, this part really is the worst. I like them all! I donât want anyone to leave.â
âJust wait until it gets down to the end and there are only a few bakers leftâŚâ you warn him.
The show ends and you both give each other a sad look.
âDo we know what the theme for next week is?â he asks.
âBotanicals!â
âLike flowers?â he asks with a confused look.
âYes,â you smile.
âWow, canât wait for that!...heyyyyy why donât we bake something doll?â
You do a double take. âYou want to bake?â
âYeah! I mean why not? Iâm sure we can make somethinâ good.â
âOK! Iâm sure we have the ingredients to put something together.â
You hop off the couch and head into the kitchen, opening a drawer to pull out two aprons.
âNo way!â Bucky says when he sees what youâre holding up.
âYou have to Buck! PLEAAASSSSSSSEEEâŚall the bakers wear one!â
âFine,â he relents and takes it from your hand. âBut Iâm getting second dessert after this.â
He waggles his eyebrows as he looks you up and down.
âWhat are you a Hobbit?â you tease.
âA horny Hobbit!â he exclaims.
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F1 John Price x reader 4
2.8k | fluff, mentions of cheating John Price and the 50 billion other Johns of the UK (part 1) (part 5)
The bed shifted. A rustle, a thud. Distant whispers.
â⌠Yeah, sorry, Johnâs here now⌠Yeah? Okay, see you, love.â
John looked up with a soft groan when the door cracked open. âSweetheart?â he croaked.
He squinted in the late morning sun, but he didnât miss how wonderful you looked in his shirt, all soft skin and a radiant face as you climbed back into the comfort of his arms.
 âSorry for waking you.â You kissed his cheek. âHarley wants to meet for lunch instead. That fine? Weâve got nothing planned, have we?â
âOf course, but I thought it was supposed to be dinner. Is she alright?â
âYeah, her tattoo appointment got pushed back so she figured we should meet before.â
He remembered the photos you showed him, of your good friend from school with the pink hair and an array of colourful tattoos. You said she made the best cupcakes.
âAnd she just told me- I guess itâs a little silly.â You pulled a face. âBut we were huge fans of this singer back in the day, and he just got exposed for cheating on his wife. I know itâs none of our business, but itâs just really sad to see. People are saying if a supermodel gets cheated on, us regular women stand no chance.â
He hummed. âYou believe that?â
âNo, it just depends if youâre faithful or not, but all cheaters are liars. And it doesnât help that powerful people always have options lined up, but thatâs just something you avoid, right?â
His body tensed. âW- what do you mean?â
âJust donât be with someone whoâs famous or away a lot. I mean⌠This is probably my insecurities talking, but itâs not for me.â
âThere are plenty who are just as happy despite the distance.â
âThatâs true.â You paused. âI didnât tell you, but there was this bloke a while ago, had always been upfront about how difficult it could get with his job. I thought I could handle it. He didnât hurt me or anything, but I donât think I want to put myself in that situation again,â you said wistfully. âDating celebrities must be even worse. On top of that, losing your privacy, being compared and criticised endlesslyâŚâ
âNo, but do you really think it wonât work out?â He sat up, gripping your shoulders. âTheyâre just normal people behind all the drama, probably donât even want any of it. Donât you think they deserve a fair chance?â
âWhy are you so riled up, John? Are you famous?â you teased. âYou surely are handsome enough to be a model.â
He lay back down, avoiding your gaze as heat crept up his neck.
What the bloody fuck just happened? He was supposed to tell you everything, arrange a meet with his mates and maybe have you stay the night at his, but the very first conversation you had for the day turned out to be an atomic bomb.
âWell, youâre up now. I know itâs closer to lunch, but Iâm still making you pancakes. I need you to try the blueberry jam I got you.â You kissed his forehead before making your way out the door.
A lump formed in his throat. Fuck, he was being a hypocrite. He hated that life and there he was trying to drag you into it too.
What had started as him trying to be cautious, innocently laying low had escalated into something else. This was going to look horrible, like he tricked you, especially after last night - it had meant the world to him. But it was never his intention to fool you.
The tide had turned in the blink of an eye. This had been his life for many years, but why the fuck didnât it occur to him that being with him wasnât ideal for most people? That no one dreamt of being with someone who was barely home, that this could very well be deal-breaker? If he had been waiting to trust you and let you in, now he was in danger of being left entirely.
âJohn, you okay?â you asked at the table.
He looked up from his plate and forced a smile. He wanted to throw up. Your pancakes were wonderful as always, but he could barely stomach them with these thoughts running through his head.
âIâm sorry, did you want to do something today?â You placed your fork down. âI should have asked you before saying yes to Harley.â
âNo, no. Itâs not that. Iâm just⌠Thinking, is all.â He reached across the table for your hand. âI can drop you off if you want?â
But all was not lost. Telling you now would only make the situation appear more disheartening than it was. He just had to prove to you that a relationship with him - no, he would be different. When he eased back into the season in a few weeks time, you wouldnât even feel anything had changed â heâd make sure to show you the distance was nothing to worry about. Heâd tell you then, and youâd be far less apprehensive.
Yeah, he could do that. If three weeks apart for Christmas was not a problem, being apart 4-5 days, twice a month would be a childâs play.
You agreed to him driving you to Harleyâs, but even then he white-knuckled the steering wheel and barely spoke a word.
âJohn, did I do something?â You turned to him when he pulled up.
âNo- sorry Iâve been distracted.â He chuckled sheepishly.
âAre you sure? You know you can tell me, yeah?â
âYes, I promise.â He pressed your hand to his lips.
You have him a small smile before you exited his car, hesitation in your eyes.
The little voice in his head knew he was stretching his façade. It was selfish, perhaps devious - he didnât want to admit, that he still kept you in the dark even after you expressed your aversion. He had no excuse, but he wasnât about to let this end, not before he tried his absolute best.
You wouldnât be mad, would you? His heart was in the right place - he just wanted to save you the heartache. How he was going to make this work was his burden to carry. He just needed you to sit back and be patient with him while he figured things out.
Let me know if you want me to pick you up. Enjoy lunch x
The cold of winter mellowed as February inched closer to March. John had been counting down the days to the start of the season. Heâd missed the ecstasy of speed and the itch to get behind the wheel only seemed to worsen.
He started ordering cookies for his team again weekly. He would take any excuse to see you one extra time, especially when youâd send him off with an off-menu drink and a kiss in front of his car.
What he severely underestimated though, was how cramped his schedule was going to be in preparation for the season with never-ending meetings, tests and interviews. He still made time to see you of course, but more often than not heâd be late to pick you up with impromptu events getting in his way.
That night was one of those times again.
âJohn, you know you can tell me if you canât make it, yeah?â you said as you locked up your shop. âI really donât mind going home on my own.â
âNo, I want to, really.â He gave your hand a squeeze. âItâs just work has been ultra busy.â
You smiled. âShould I just come to yours this Friday? Let me return the favour.â
He shook his head. âDonât worry about it, love. Like I said, I donât mind the drive.â
Youâd been asking more often, and John was only a few more questions away from breaking entirely. He couldnât keep doing this to you. The lump in this throat was palpable each time your smile flickered when he gave you yet another excuse to not visit.
Despite the delay, John took you out for dinner at the place youâd wanted to try. You enjoyed yourself regardless, even that it was too late to catch a film after like heâd promised. Instead, you shared an ice cream and strolled along the streets among the thinning crowd.
At the end of the night, as he held the door open as you slipped into his GTI, someone yelled out his name. He turned to the source of the voice, and it was then the consecutive camera flashes stunned him. He quickly shut your door, jumped to his seat and drove away.
âDid someone call out for you?â
âTo be fair, half of the men in the UK are called John.â He shrugged, making you chuckle.
With the thick beard, cap and face mask, the chances of paparazzi recognising him were slim to none, but there he was. The man had been a few metres behind the car - he must have only caught Johnâs side and your back. Regardless, he prayed the photos were shit enough to not make it online, let alone to anyone who might recognise you, and therefore him.
He swallowed and peered at you. âLove, Iâm, uh⌠Heading to Bahrain for work next Wednesday.â
âOh, how long?â
âIâll be back Monday.â
âOkay.â You patted his thigh with a smile. âIf you need anything for the trip, let me know if I can help.â
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least that went fine.
John held off shaving until the very last night before he left London for pre-season testing on the last weekend of February. It was always bittersweet to erase the months of effort, but this time it symbolised more than the beginning of the season.
Things werenât going to be as easy with his schedule back in full swing, but he was confident. Everything would be alright and heâd be able to come clean in no time at all.
John called you at the end of each night, to make up for barely responding during the day. Youâd tell him about your day, send him pictures of your meals and the new cookie flavours you tried baking at the shop.
On Sunday, you had JP with you at breakfast. âHe asked for pancakes,â you said. You served him a stack of tiny pancakes topped with a singular blueberry on an upside down teacup with a shot of milk on the side. Heâd grinned at the photo, but most of all, he wanted to cry at how precious you were.
See, distance was not a problem for you and him â everything was fine. So on Monday night at your dining table, what you said caught him off guard.
âJohn- I just,â you began, moving your food mindlessly with your fork. âI donât want to be clingy or demanding, but itâs been over three months. I donât know where you live, Iâve never met any of your friends.â Your eyes met his. âTell me Iâm not unreasonable for wanting to know.â
âYouâre not unreasonable at all.â He sighed. âIâm sorry, love. Itâs not that I donât want to, but for now Iâm uncomfortable showing you where I live.â
âYou know I donât care whatever it looks like, yeah?â
âCould you give me some more time? I promise to take you when Iâm ready. Please give me a few more weeks.â
You smiled, but it didnât reach your eyes, and rightfully so. He had turned down each and every attempt to âknowâ more of him.
Guilt continued to singe him. It was true that the coward dies a thousand deaths but the valiant one. Heâd only hurt once for telling the truth, but now that the truth could drive you away from him, he couldnât risk it.
âAlso,â he winced. âIâm flying to Bahrain again on Wednesday.â
You frowned. âYou literally were just there today.â
He couldnât have picked a better time to tell you, could he? Did he have to keep breaking the news to you every week and watch the smile fall off the face of his favourite woman?
âWell, the team stayed there, but I thought I wanted to see you for a bit. I mean- two nights, thatâs better than nothing.â
You laid your fork down and gave him a sympathetic look. You sighed before getting out of your seat. For a second he thought you were going to leave, but you went over and wrapped your arms around him as he was still seated.
âYou donât have to do that, John.â You held him against your chest. âI know itâs your job, and Iâm not trying to make a fuss about it.â
âI want to,â he mumbled, closing his eyes.
It was silly to admit it, but heâd grown terribly used to seeing you almost every day, sharing meals with you, waking up with his arms around you. He didnât have the strength to be apart for so long.
Slumber inched closer and the rise and fall of his bare chest slowed under your cheek. He kissed the top of your head, pulling the comforter closer over your exposed shoulders.
âI enjoy seeing more of your handsome face, but I miss your beard already,â you muttered sleepily.
He let out a soft chuckle. âGoodnight, sweetheart.â
âFirst race of the season, eh!â Gaz slapped John on the back before plopping down onto the couch next to him. âWill we finally meet her?â
In the hospitality suite, it was the first time they had some quiet since he arrived in Bahrain.
He sighed. âNot yet.â
âAw, thought itâs official now with your public appearance.â
âWhat?â He whipped to his teammate. âWhat are you talking about?â
âThe photos. Have you not seen?â He pulled up an article.
Incognito John Price spotted with an unknown woman
The McLaren driver was recently seen strolling hand-in-hand with a mystery woman, sparking speculation among fans on social media. Though nothing is confirmed yet, John has been spotted multiple times with the same woman around the city, adding to the intrigue surrounding their relationship. For the outing, the Scouse opted for a casual ensemble as heâs often seen in, donning a black baseball cap and a matching face maskâŚ
âWho the bloody fuck cares what Iâm wearing?â he muttered under his breath.
He scrolled further down, finding photos of the both of you taken in bursts. A set were of you holding hands while walking down the street, the bloom of your laugh at something he said perfectly captured in the photographs. Some where he pulled his mask down to kiss you with an arm wrapped around your waist as you clung onto his bicep. And the last few were of him looking absolutely aghast in the flash as he held the car door for you before driving away.
âYou look like shit in the last one though.â Kyle winced. âLike youâve seen a ghost.â
âYeah,â he answered dryly, tossing the phone back to Gaz. âYouâd probably look the same way if someone howled out your name and took your photos in the same second.â
John didnât bother going through the sea of comments, not wanting to know what unsavoury remarks he was only going to find. He didnât even realise the man the other day took so many photos. His heart melted at how lovely you looked in the candid pictures with your radiant smile - his favourite state of you, but his stomach churned at the same time.
How long hid he follow you? Spotted multiple times - did that mean there were other photos of the both of you floating around online? At least half of your face was obscured in the shots, but someone who knew you could very much recognise you regardless.
John Sloane was running out of time. There was only one way this was going. The truth had to come out, and it was his choice if he wanted it to explode and destroy what he had with you, or come from him, wrapped as best he could.
But he had time. He only needed a few more weeks to step up his game and get you used to the schedule, to make the transition as seamless as he could for you.
As always, he texted and called when he could, but he had to admit, he felt it. It wasnât the same if he didnât get to hold your hand or wrap his arms around you, because two days were not enough at all to let the craving for you melt away.
His confidence flickered, but it didnât matter. It was his forte after all â his whole life had revolved around relentlessly pushing forward despite how painful it was.
And so he wasnât giving up. Not on you, not this soon.
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sunlit. - part two - muse one shot [harry styles au]
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part one.
summary: in which Eden and Harry lost track of one another after she moved back to the UK, and she is visiting her father's house a year later with her boyfriend.
A/N: you guys asked for a part two.......... BUCKLE UP
word count: 18,859
CW's: age gap, SMUT! oral (f & m receiving), rimming (f & m receiving) spitting, choking, degrading, unprotected sex, anal play , mentions of a threesome
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âSadieâŚâ Harry sighed, stroking his hand over his dogâs head as she whined softly, her head resting on his lap. He rolled his eyes a bit, âNo need to be dramatic now. Youâre the one who licked the bar of soap.â
He softly scolded the dog, always rather happy that no one could hear him as he spoke to his dogs as if they were humans.
Harry was beat. Not only was it about forty degrees outside in the peak of summer in Italy, but he had a right scare today when Sadie started throwing up. Panicked, Harry sprinted to the house of his neighbors to ask them to watch the smallest dog as he took the biggest to the vet, but no one answered.
Grumbling and cursing under his breath, Harry then brought both dogs with him. He knew Lola wouldnât be calm when Sadie wasnât there, so leaving her home by herself wasnât an option.Â
After a day of vet-visits, comforting Sadie and rolling his eyes when he realized she licked the bar of soap and got sick because of that - Harry was now home. Both dogs snuggled into his side as he laid on the leather couch in his living room, fan blowing in full force in an attempt to keep the three of them a little cooler.
Harry loved living in Italy. He hadnât regretted it for a second, but days like today made it even impossible to be outside for longer than a few minutes. Even a dip in the pool wouldnât cool him off enough. He needed to stay inside.
With his shirt unbuttoned and one hand on Sadieâs fur, he grabbed his phone. The Italian news was on but Harry hardly paid attention, opening up the dating app on his phone. He blinked while lazily scrolling, deleting every profile he came across as none of the women he saw peaked his interest.
No one had really peaked his interest in a long time. No one but Eden.
Harry clenched his jaw and sighed out through his nose, swiping the other way on a few profiles in a pathetic attempt to prove to himself that he was no longer thinking of her. It had been a fucking year. And this girl, who was ten years younger than, left a gaping hole in his heart when she left after their summer romance.
He wasnât exactly sure what he missed. At first it was the sex, because that was the main thing about their meet-ups. Sex and sex and sex. And then he missed her smile, and her scent, and the rambles she did, and how grumpy she was in the mornings, and how she made his coffee and excitedly walked the dogs and kept him company.Â
Harry hated to admit that he fell for her.Â
He brought the screen a bit closer as he squinted at the description one of the women wrote on her profile.
âLooking for a serious relationship.â He mumbled, translating the italian before huffing out, âYeah, skip.â He locked his phone again and sighed out, swallowing as he attempted to not think about Eden.
He failed, of course.
He always failed. Harry knew it was better this way. They had no future. She wouldnât move here, and he was too set in his ways to uproot his Italian life and move back to London for a girl. Harry wasnât pliant. If he were to meet someone, sheâd have to fit his mold. Some called it stubborn, others called it being an asshole. Harry called it being his own person and protecting that.Â
Sadieâs eyes closed as she laid her head on his tummy and Harry scratched below her chin for a bit to calm her. Lola snuggled into his other side and he stroked her fur too, eternally grateful for his two dogs. He wondered if they missed Eden when she left.Â
He knew it was bad to be involved with her. They had to hide and she had to sneak over to his house most nights. They couldnât decently go out, afraid of being seen. So they stayed in and Eden quickly made his house a home for herself. Harry remembered the third or fourth time she walked in, it was as if she owned the place. She knew where everything was and moved through Harryâs large house with such confidence and comfort, it almost felt like he was the visitor instead of her.
And he allowed her. He allowed her to buy plants, he allowed her to rearrange his furniture, he allowed her to tape her favorite shows on his television, he even allowed her to paint over one of the walls that had a dreadful gray color before. Every time he walked past the muted orange wall of the hallway now, he was sledgehammered back to a painting Eden in this very house.
It had never felt so lonely here as it did after she left.
He groaned to himself, running a palm over his face before deciding to just get to bed and clear his mind. It had been a year. He had to get a grip.Â
His dogs whined and pouted from the movement of his body and Harry coaxed them, even picking small Lola up on his arm to carry her upstairs after he turned off the fan and locked all the doors. He checked their water bowls and made sure the water was nice and fresh for them before heading up the stairs, Sadie trotting behind him.
Harry yawned as he set Lola down on his sheets and Sadie jumped up too, almost knowing her side of the bed and leaving Harryâs untouched. His sheets were still ruffled from when he got up this morning, and Harry shrugged off the linen shirt he wore to maybe grab a quick, cold shower before bed - the ultimate way to cool down.
Walking around his bedroom, he couldnât help it when his eyes were drawn to his window to glance at Edenâs window. The light hadnât been on there in a year. He sometimes saw a bit of movement, but suspected it was just Ron or Colleen cleaning the room.Â
But now, he stopped dead in his tracks.
It was dark outside, but her lights were on. The lights in Edenâs room were on. Harry squinted as he walked up to the window, dropping the shirt in his hand and blinking to get a clearer view of what was going on.
Thatâs not Eden, he thought to himself.
No, he saw a shirtless guy, leaning back against the windowsill. Harry could only see the guyâs back and shaggy brown hair. His shoulders were tense, fingers gripping around the windowsill as the guy tipped his head back. Harryâs brows raised, wondering who the hell this was.
Did Ron and Colleen rent out their house for the weekend?
âOh my god.â Harry mumbled, bile rising up in his throat when a second person emerged.
Eden.
She rose from her knees, a smile on her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and licked her lips, even wiping her mouth a bit with the back of her hand. Harry didnât have to wonder what she was doing on her knees in front of him.
Her hair was slightly longer and a bit more wavy, and she was in a sportâs bra. Harryâs throat ran dry when he couldnât even blink. He couldnât move. If Eden had eyes for anything else but the guy in front of her, sheâd for sure see Harry. But Eden didnât take her eyes off the guy, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he pulled her in for a kiss.
Harry blinked a few times, wondering if he was fucking dreaming. Eden arched into the guy, who went on to cup her ass, lifting her up easily before they disappeared from view.
The lights were still on, and Harry saw their shadows dancing on the wall of the bedroom he had the view of. He saw tangled legs for a bit, but every other part of their bodies was concealed by the curtains or the brick wall of the smaller house next to Harryâs.
He felt sick. She was here? Eden was here?
Harryâs hands trembled as he quickly pulled out his phone, scrolling down to his text-conversation with Eden.
His stomach sank a bit when he noticed the final message they had exchanged. One from her, from about seven months ago. And even before that, the conversation was mostly one sided. Eden texted him good morning on most days, and Harry only sparsely replied.Â
At the time, he didnât feel like too much of a dick about it. He basically thought he was doing her a favor. When Eden left, they promised to text and call. And they did, for the first few weeks. But it died down. Eden got a job, hung out with friends, had her life back home while Harry was here. She didnât make plans to come here, he didnât make plans to go there and it just⌠ended.Â
In her last message she ever sent him, she asked him if he slept well. He never responded. It was a moment of clarity for Harry, realizing it wasnât going anywhere and they had no future. He was a fool to think they ever did. And so he broke it off and just stopped responding.
Now, with trembling fingers, he drafted up a message to her.
Message to: Eden, xx
Am I dreaming?
His thumb ghosted over the screen as he stared at the words, flicking his eyes back to the window every few seconds until his shoulders dropped a bit. He deleted the message.Â
The lights were still on but he didnât see anything anymore. He felt sick. Absolutely sick. The first time he saw Eden in a year and she was in bed with another guy.
Edenâs phone on the bedside table stayed silent as Harry decided not to text her, and she laid on the bed with Jason between her thighs. They had to keep it down, remembering her father and Colleen were downstairs watching television.
âCareful.â Eden whispered as the bed rocked into the wall a little too hard. Jason groaned into her neck, âFuck - I canât slow down, âm so close.â
Eden pouted as she ran her hands through his hair, âI havenât cum yet.â
Jason slammed inside of her, making Eden squeak a bit as she jolted up on the bedding. He stayed deep, completely hunched over her, âG-Give me a second.â He panted, recomposing himself. Eden bit her lip and nodded, allowing Jason a little time if it meant getting her off. She stroked her thumb over his cheekbone, staring into the deep blue of his eyes and he dropped his lips on hers, shortly kissing her.Â
âRub your clit, baby.â He whispered against her lips. Eden nodded, slipping her hand between their bodies. Jasonâs cock moved inside of her, the condom and Edenâs arousal making the glide slick and easy. Her fingers found her nerves, rubbing tight circles as Jason fucked into her again, making her breathing shorter and she bit her lip to keep her moans down.
âShit.â Eden choked on a moan as she reached her high, and Jason saw it as his cue to finally cum too, burying himself inside of her as he finished inside the condom.Â
Eden lazily smiled as her body buzzed in the aftermath of her high, and Jason pressed sloppy kisses into her neck, âHmm, babyâŚâ He hummed.
They laid together for a bit until Jason pulled out to go clean himself up in the bathroom. Eden stretched her muscles, rolling around the bed a bit. She was still wearing her sportâs bra and reached for her panties to put them back on. As she reached for her shirt, Jason came back into the bedroom, still naked.
He sleepily smiled, âWe should take a trip more often if youâre gonna jump me like that.â
Eden bit her lip and chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, âYeah, âs nice here. But please donât walk around naked, my dad or Colleen wonât appreciate it.â
Jason yawned and nodded, âYeah, okay. Sorry.âÂ
Edenâs heart felt warm at his gentle apology and she planted a kiss to his lips, âGo to sleep. Iâll be right there.â
Jason plopped down into the bed as Eden stood in front of her window, her chest tightening just a smidge when she glanced at Harryâs window. His blinds were closed and the lights were off.Â
Coming back here brought back all the memories. The first time she saw him through the window and waved at him, and the second time he watched her masturbate. All hell broke loose after that and they had basically been naked for weeks in a row.
And then she left and he ghosted her. And every kind word he ever said to her got drowned by the fact that he never responded when she wished him a good morning. On drunken nights, Eden was glad she blocked his number because she had been on the verge of calling him or sending him angry texts far too often. In the end, she was glad she never gave him the attention.Â
Attention he clearly didnât want anyway.Â
The opportunity to go on holiday for free, staying in this house for a few weeks, was just too nice to pass on. Even if Eden could possibly be confronted by Harry. But they were both adults and sheâd do her best to avoid him. Besides, she was here with Jason.Â
They had only been dating for a few months but he was sweet and soft. And he was nothing like Harry. Harry was stern and dominant. Sometimes he was bossy. Furthermore, he was arrogant and closed-off. Jason was an open book. He confessed his feelings for Eden after only a few dates and it had been smooth sailing ever since. He had hearts in his eyes whenever he looked at her and sheâd hardly have to breathe or Jason was ready to move mountains for her.
He was at Edenâs feet, if she was honest. He sweet, gentle and kind. And it brought a sense of freshness after whatever fling she had with Harry. She couldnât call it a relationship. For it to be anything more than sex, they actually had to talk. And it was something her and Harry never really did. It was as if he always knew theyâd end, which is why he never really opened up to her. What was the point in opening up if sheâd leave?
Eden vividly remembered him asking her to cancel her flight. But he never asked her to stay, which is why he watched her go. And maybe Eden somehow made a bigger deal of it, but it did pain her when Harry ghosted her. Reflecting back on it, she knew he was toxic. She was a lost puppy for him, drunk on the sex and the way he threw her around and dominated her in the bedroom.
The orgasms Harry gave her were imprinted in her brain. How things were with Jason didnât come close, but still satisfied her. Jason was gentle as a man, and gentle as a lover. He sometimes did what Eden asked of him, like spank her or choke her, but his heart was never really in it. She did enjoy the way he doted over her when he worried he hurt her. It was sweet.Â
Jason was already lightly snoring by the time Eden also crawled in bed. He made room for her, smacking his lips together once as he yanked on her waist to pull her into his chest for the night.
Eden smiled to herself, nuzzling her nose into Jasonâs jaw as she drifted off into a sleep.
***
Eden did seriously hope she could avoid Harry for just a little longer.Â
It wasnât much of a coincidence that Eden and Jason chose to take their holiday now - just as her dad and Colleen were going on a trip themselves. They were actually headed back to London to see the rest of the family, and Ron and Colleen had frowned when they realized their trip to London overlapped with Edenâs trip to Italy.
As if she hadnât planned it that way.
So after just spending one day together at the house, it was the second morning in Italy and Edenâs dad and Colleen were making their bags to head to the airport.
It was Edenâs turn to drive them since there was only one car, and sheâd be able to get around in Italy for the weeks they werenât here. In a sense, Eden and Jason were housesitting. But Eden couldnât wait for some uninterrupted time with him. Theyâd lounge around, do groceries, head to the markets and make day trips to the coast.Â
Maybe they could rent a boat.
Eden hated how most of the fun things to do here were tainted with the memory of Harry. The market would bring her back to how they flirted so openly, and how Harry often called her from there to ask what she wanted for dinner. Renting a boat would bring her back to them having sex for the first time on the deck.Â
To this day, it was the best sex Eden had ever had.Â
Harry had been up early, jolting awake after dreaming of the images he saw the night before going to bed.Â
Eden going down on that guy in her bedroom.
Part of Harry knew she was bound to return to the house one day. He didnât have much contact with Ron and Colleen so he never asked them when she was coming back, and he also wasnât sure if he did or didnât want to see her again.
But seeing her again - even if it was with someone else - pulled on his heartstrings.
Although, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like she did it on purpose. It wouldnât be the first time. Last year, she humped that pillow with her blinds open, knowing damn well Harry was watching her masturbate. Maybe she wanted him to see. Maybe she wanted to pay him back for ghosting her and make him jealous. It did seem like Eden to pull a move like that.
He peaked through his window that morning, seeing the car drive off with Eden behind the wheel. Ron was next to her, Colleen in the back. Harry nibbled his lip and leashed his dogs, taking them for a walk. He curiously stared at the house, walking past it maybe a few more times than needed.Â
Eventually the door did open as Harry was on the little gravel road in front of the house, a guy popping his head out with a slight frown on his face, âBuongiorno.â He sent Harry an awkward wave, âCan I help you?â
Harry licked his bottom lip, knowing immediately this was the guy Eden had given a blowie two days prior. Sadie wiggled her tail at the sight of another human and the guyâs eyes dropped to Harryâs dogs, offering them a small smile as if to greet them.
Harry wanted to roll his eyes for no good reason. He cleared his throat and waved back, âHello there. Iâm the neighbor.â
âOh.â The guy smiled, opening the front door wider and clearly dropping the hesitation he had going on earlier, âHi, nice to meet you. Sorry, I just noticed you walking past the house like seven times, thought maybe you were scoping the surroundings to break in later tonight.â He joked, approaching Harry with an outstretched hand.
Harry forced another smile, somehow not finding it funny. He unenthusiastically shook the guyâs hand, âIâm Harry.â
He thought maybe the mention of his name would spark something with the guy, like Eden had perhaps mentioned him. But he just nodded and shook Harryâs hand, âJason.â He introduced himself.
A douchebag name.
âSo, a fellow Brit, right?â Jason guessed and Harry huffed out a chuckle, âYeah, the accentâs hard to hide. Hey - uh, is Eden not home?â
Jasonâs brows raised, âEden? No, sheâs driving her dad and Colleen to the airport. You must know Ron and Colleen, right?â
âYeah.â Harry nodded, âI know Eden too.â He hinted again.
Jason slowly nodded, not catching on and Harry shot him a faint grin, secretly enjoying this very much, âShe hasnât mentioned me? We - uh, we actually used to date. Like last year when she was here for the summer.â
Jasonâs brows shot up even higher as he stared at Harry, âWhat? You and Eden?â
âMhm.â Harry smiled, âKind of a⌠summer romance thing.â He casually shrugged, feeling as his dogs circled around his legs. Jason nibbled his lip, as if unsure how to handle that information, âRight. Thatâs - uh⌠yeah. No, she hasnât mentioned you.â He shot Harry a puzzled look, while Harry tried to hide the fact that it pained him that Eden didnât talk about him.
âHow long have you two been together?â Harry asked the dreaded question and Jasonâs face lit up a bit, âFew months, like⌠four.â He counted in his head before offering Harry a smile, âSheâs great.â
âOh, yeah, sheâs great.â Harry enunciated the word a little too much for Jasonâs liking, who swallowed, âSo - yeah, itâs kind of our first trip together. Ron and Colleen are ironically heading back to London for a few weeks to see family, so weâre watching the house.â Jason explained.
Harry wasnât sure if he had to laugh or cry. A few weeks. A few weeks of Eden being next door, fucking this guy while he was brooding in his living room, pining over a girl he let slip from his hands. He swallowed thickly, âThatâs nice.â
A silence fell between them. Harry glanced at Jason, who was looking at Sadie and Lola. He looked younger. Not younger than Eden, but younger than him. His facial hair grew a little patchy and his hair was the type of shaggy that would look awful on Harry because itâd be like him trying to look too young for his age. But Jason got away with it. He was a bit shorter and not as muscular as Harry was. And Harry came to the stupid realization that Jason didnât particularly look young, but maybe he just looked old.
Harry cleared his throat, ââM gonna head back inside and let the dogs get their drink in.â He spoke, âNice meeting you.â
Jason nodded and smiled, âYeah, you too, man. If you ever need someone to watch the dogs or something⌠E and I would be more than happy.â
E.
Harry wanted to roll his eyes and knock Jasonâs teeth out, but settled on a forced smile, âIâll keep it in mind. Thanks.â
When Eden came back a few hours later, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Completely ignoring Harryâs house, she pulled up in the driveway of the house her and Jason would call home for a few weeks. She nearly jumped out of the car to head inside, finding Jason in the kitchen with a wide grin and immediately opening his arms for Eden to jump in them. She squealed in his ear, âFinally alone.â She whispered against his lips.
Jason kissed her lips, holding her up below her thighs, âDid everything go okay?â He checked and Eden nodded, âMhm. Iâm so glad we have the car though. We can take little day trips.â Eden stroked her fingers through Jasonâs hair, âLike⌠go to the beach, or a wineryâŚâ She mused out loud.
Jason smiled and kissed her again, âSounds amazing.â He let her down on her feet again, âHey, by the way, I met the neighbor.â
Edenâs head flipped quickly, staring at him, âWhat?â
âYeah, Harry.â Jason leaned back against the counter, âHe - uh⌠he said you two used to date. Like⌠last year.â
Eden nibbled her lip, her stomach feeling tight at the idea that Harry and Jason talked. She swallowed, âWe didnât date.â She shrugged, âWe just slept together. I was here for a few weeks after graduation and I left when I got the job offer.â
Jason slowly nodded, âRight.â
âWe tried to keep in touch.â Eden continued, âLike we texted and called. And then he ghosted me.â She shrugged before nibbling her lip again, âI told you about the guy I was getting over, right? When we met?â
âMhm, you did.â Jason didnât seem at all angry or jealous, he was simply curious. Eden also knew heâd never lash out against her. She was pretty sure she could cheat on him and heâd still forgive her, thatâs how much he liked her and how gentle he was. Eden nodded too, âWell, that was him.â
âOkay.â Jason nodded again, âI mean, thatâs fine, right? Heâs just a guy.â Jason shrugged, âHe just⌠I donât know, he looked a little old.â He chuckled.
Eden smiled too, âHeâs not that old.â She shook his head, âLike⌠early thirties, Iâm pretty sure.â
âAnd are you still like⌠I donât know, into him?â Jason checked. Eden dropped her eyes, âI mean, I was hurt when it ended. It only did last a few weeks, but it was intense. It felt vulnerable.â She tried to explain, âBut no, I donât have any hard feelings towards him. Like you said, heâs just a guy. I wouldnât even classify him as an ex, it was never anything official and I was never his girlfriend. We⌠we barely talked.â
Jason gently stroked Edenâs arm, âBut he did mean something to you.â
âYeah.â She shrugged and Jason nodded, âWell, he seemed nice.â He settled on saying.Â
âI mean, now it feels kind of weird.â Eden mumbled, âLike heâs next door and Iâm here and we havenât spoken in like⌠eight months. And heâs talked to you but not me.â She wondered out loud, âMaybe I should just go say hi really quick.â
Jason pressed his lips together but forced Eden a smile, not having the heart to disagree with her, âYeah, if you want to.â He shrugged, âYou could.â
Eden nervously fiddled with her fingers, âRight.â She made attempts to get up from the couch, âIâll just be a few minutes.â
Jason opened his mouth but didnât say anything, just nodded as Eden exited the house and walked into the warm evening air of Italy. The small stones crunched underneath her slippers as she made her way over to the familiar house that was Harryâs.
She couldnât keep count of the amount of times she had done this little walk. Sneaking out at night to go sleep at his place. She jumped his fence often, hid in the bushes, took the back entrance. But now, it felt formal. So Eden rolled her lips inside of her mouth and shakily raised her hand to ring his bell.
Eden didnât know why she was nervous. It was like Jason said, Harry was just a guy. A guy she had feelings for, a guy who hurt her. But a guy who told her it was never that deep and Eden knew from the get-go not to get her hopes up. But time and romance were a cruel combination, and the feelings snuck up on her.
Sure, she was the one who left. And Eden only did realize how much she missed him once she was back in London. Harry couldnât be persuaded to visit her and he never asked her to come back to Italy. And that was that.
Lola and Sadie both lifted their heads when someone rang the bell late in the evening. Harry had returned from walking them and was watching some Italian game show as he laid on the leather couch with the fan blowing full speed to keep them a little cool.Â
He ran a hand through his hair and frowned, gently nudging Sadie off as his bare feet hit the cold tiles and he walked over to the front door. He wasnât sure what he was expecting, but somehow the sight of Eden didnât completely surprise him.
She peered up at him and he blinked, hit with every memory of her in front of his door. The playful smile was replaced with a nervous one, and she didnât jump into his arms for them to stumble inside the house this time, rather had her hands locked behind her back as she nervously shifted on her feet.
âUh - hi.â He mumbled, his chest pounding as Eden swallowed, âHey. I - uh⌠Jason said you spoke to him. Thought Iâd come say hi.â She shrugged.
âJason.â Harry nodded, opening the door a bit wider, âYeah.â He then let out a sharp breath, shaking his head, âItâs⌠itâs good to see you.â
Eden wanted to roll her eyes but settled on another small smile, âMhm. You too.â She had questions burning on her tongue but swallowed them all back. She didnât want to give Harry the satisfaction. Her eyes glanced inside the house longingly. She did always love this house.Â
She remembered the paint stains on her skin after transforming that horrendous gray wall in the hallway. Eden wondered if her plants got taken care of once she left, or if Harry let them wilt and die.
A gentle bark from inside the house made her brows raise and a small smile played on her lips. Harry glanced over his shoulder before clearing his throat, âYou wanna see the dogs?â He questioned.
Eden knew it was dangerous territory to get inside of his house. Harry was charismatic and somehow had such a huge amount of power over her, Eden found it hard to explain. She had her boyfriend next door and was supposed to only quickly say hi to Harry to avoid any awkwardness later on - but she found herself nodding at his question, âSure.â
Harry opened the door wider, biting his lip when Eden brushed past him and into the house. She wasnât hesitant when rounding corners and she moved through the furniture almost blindly. The smell of her perfume lingering behind her felt overwhelming to Harry, who leaned against the doorpost as he watched a brightly smiling Eden crouch down to greet Lola.
Both dogs excitedly wagged their tails and circled around Eden, booping her over and over again as she giggled, âHi, girls.â She whispered, âHi. Did you miss me?â She spoke in a little baby voice and Harry couldnât stop the smile from spreading on his lips, âI think they did.â
Eden flicked her eyes to the side, swallowing as Harry watched her. She got up her feet again and Harry cleared his throat, âSadie got sick actually, yesterday. She licked a bar of soap and started throwing up. Took her to the vet.â He wasnât sure why he told that random story, maybe to break the silence. It felt nerve-wracking to have Eden in the room with him.Â
There was tension. He wanted to walk up to her and kiss her and drag her upstairs to claim her again, but Eden had her guard up. He could sense it from a fucking mile away.Â
âRight.â She breathed, swallowing away the lump in her throat. Eden glanced to the side to see the dead plants. Her fingers trembled a bit but she tried to play it so fucking cool. Harry didnât deserve to see her suffer. It was almost as if Eden didnât realize how hurt and angry she actually was until she saw him. Until he acted so fucking casual.
âYou wanna drink something?â He suggested, breaking the silence.
Eden wanted to laugh. She shook her head before tilting it to the side, âThink a glass of wine will get me back in your bed?â
Harryâs brows raised at her blunt words. He knew Eden didnât bite her tongue. He knew she was sharp and witty and always had a response. His shoulders tensed a bit, âNo.â He mumbled, âThatâs not⌠thatâs not what I was trying to do.â It was.
Eden huffed softly, âRight.â
Harry frowned a little, âIs there⌠do you have some problem with me?â
âMe?â Eden raised her brows, âNope.â She lied, âLook, I just wanted to come over and say hi. It felt weird that you spoke to Jason before speaking to me.â She tried to exit the house again but Harry blocked her and Eden had a fiery look in her eyes as she looked up at him, âIâd really like for you to leave us alone.â
Fuck, Eden tried to keep her cool but she couldnât. She was two seconds away from completely exploding. All the emotions she had tucked away for months in a row, came back in full force. She never got to tell him. She never told him how it felt for her, how she coped, how she hurt. Harry had no fucking clue.
Harry gave her a puzzled look. He almost wasnât sure if she was joking or not, âI-I am. Leaving you alone.â He shrugged, âYou came knocking on my door.â It was childish and he knew it and Eden rolled her eyes. His chest tightened. He loved it when she did that. When she got so fucking bratty. Usually she did it because she was so passionate about a certain topic they got into a heated discussion.
Harry loved riling her up just for the sake of punishing her later on. And Eden loved it too. It was a bit of a toxic game they had going on. But now, Eden was pissed.Â
âYou chose your moment, hm?â She challenged, âSearching for Jason while I wasnât there.â
âI was walking my fucking dogs, Eden.â Harry gritted through his teeth. God, he didnât expect it to turn out this way, âPublic street.â
âShould I have thrown pebbles at your window the evening you arrived, hm? While you were blowing that twat?!â The words were out before he realized it and Edenâs eyes widened in surprise. Her cheeks turned hot as she took a step back, âWhat?!â
Harry clenched his jaw and bit his tongue as he grumbled under his breath and Eden huffed out sharply, âFucking hell - you saw me?!â
âClose your blinds!â
Eden gasped, âThen donât fucking look! Oh my god!â She shook her head in disbelief, âYou fucking pervert.â
Harry put his hands on his hips as he exhaled sharp breaths, swallowing, âI-I couldnât not look. You were right there. I didnât expect to fucking see you.â
Eden balled her fists, refraining herself from shoving him, âYou have lost your fucking rights to spy on me through my window, Harry.â She bitterly spoke, âAnd I honestly didnât think youâd even care.â She added the final bit in a mumble.Â
Harry closed his jaw, lowering his gaze, âWhy would I not care?â
âBecause you fucking ghosted me.â Edenâs voice dangerously wobbled and she recomposed herself, taking a deep breath, âYou donât have the right.â She spoke, shaking her head, âJust⌠leave me and my boyfriend alone.â
She brushed past him this time, knocking her shoulder into Harryâs arm as she left the house. Eden ignored the whining of his dogs and only let a few tears fall once she was out on the street. Her heart hammered and she was crying out of sheer, sheer frustration.
The fucking nerve he had.
Eden hadnât even thought twice when leaving the blinds open as she was on her knees for Jason. Her thoughts werenât with Harry, but with her boyfriend. And he watched her. He couldnât have seen much, but it felt too intimate for Eden. He was too close, again.
She felt vile, knowing Harry had watched her. It struck a nerve with her, but Eden felt just a tad bit better about herself when she realized it apparently struck a nerve with Harry too. He sounded jealous. And Eden knew it sounded petty, but she was kind of glad she could hurt him back, even if it was in the worst way.
Her rage died down once Eden walked back into the house to find a smiling Jason on the couch, âHey.â He got up his feet, âHowâd it go?â
âFine.â Eden breathed before she pressed a small kiss to his lips, âHe wonât bother us.â
Jason had a puzzled look in his face as his thumb stroked the nape of Edenâs neck. He looked like he wanted to ask more, but didnât. Eden closed her eyes and kissed him again, determined to turn this into a great vacation with her boyfriend.
***
Harry felt miserable.
He peered out his front window, Lola circling around his leg as he held the toy he had throwing back and forth for her, in his hand.
His eyes were on Eden and Jason, who were loading up the car for another little day trip.
He heard Edenâs playful giggle and it made his skin crawl. The wind played with the short hem of her sundress and even got a glimpse of her underwear as she lifted her arms to pull Jason in for a kiss.
His stomach turned watching her be so happy with someone else. Jason gently patted her ass, whereas Harry wouldâve grabbed it. Jasonâs hand rested on the nape of Edenâs neck as she got behind the wheel to drive, whereas Harryâs hand wouldâve been between her thighs to tease her during the drive.
And so Harry had a crisis that day. An existential crisis.
In all his impulsivity, he even looked up apartments or houses in London. He closed the website again after about thirty minutes, telling himself he was being ridiculous. Uprooting his life for a girl who was taken and told him to leave her alone? Pathetic.
He got back to scrolling on the dating apps but that lasted for just a few minutes. His mind constantly drifted to Eden. How she made him feel so light. He had to get used to her bubbly, bratty personality. But Eden was a sweetheart and sheâd walk through fire for the people she cared about. She was passionate, fiery, and unapologetically honest.Â
And he was a fucking coward.
He let her slip away. Eden presented herself on a silver platter for him but Harry turned her down. And he fucking missed her so much. His life had been so dull without her. Harry had always liked being alone. His life here was secluded. He had a few friends who came to stay every once in a while, but lost touch with a lot of people he left behind in Britain. Harry wasnât⌠the best at keeping in touch. Contact just fizzled out, friendships disappeared.Â
He was close to his mum but didnât see her a lot. His sister called sometimes but she had a family and was busy. Harry didnât have an important ex-wife or kids, so he was just by himself a lot. And it had never felt as lonely as it did when he watched Eden drive away with Jason and not him.
He swallowed thickly, reminded of the little getaways they did the year before. Eden in the passenger seat, kissing on his neck and unbuttoning his shirt as the wind played with her hair and she whispered things in his ear, so filthy to the point Harry pulled over on a remote road and yanked her on his lap for a quickie.Â
They had fun, last summer. Once the elastic snapped, they had fun like Harry had never had before. And he fooled himself into thinking it was just sex. It wasnât.
Harry knew he could either walk around, brooding all day, or he could do something. And so he opened up the dating app again and texted back one of the women who tried to hit him up over the past few weeks.Â
She was Italian and beautiful, and responded right away, agreeing to a date that same evening. Harry tried to ease his mind, knowing heâd have company tonight. Who knew, she could be the love of his life.
Itâs what he told himself when he drove off into town to meet up with her. And low and behold, the date was fun. Fun enough that she agreed to come back to his place afterwards for a drink and to meet his dogs.
Eden felt alerted when she heard the engines pulling up on the road as her and Jason laid in bed watching a movie. The window was open for fresh air and his fingers played with her hair as they watched a very pixelated version of some action movie that Jason wanted to see. Eden had to admit she dozed off every once in a while.
She felt like toast after lounging on the beach today, and surprisingly, the doing nothing tired her out.Â
Eden yawned as she got up, frowning slightly when she noticed two cars pulling up into Harryâs driveway. She recognized his cabrio but the white car next to his was unknown to her. Her stomach dropped into her ass when she saw a beautiful brunette walking out. Harry had a charming smile on his lips as he guided her towards the front door.
âEverything okay?â Jason checked. Eden swallowed, âMhm.â She smiled, âEverythingâs fine.â
She felt hot, opening up the window all the way in hopes of cooling down a bit. Harry brought home another woman. Eden tried not to think of how often that had probably happened in the past year. Perhaps he even did it while they were still calling and texting.
Hiking her leg up over Jasonâs hips, Eden peppered gentle kisses over his jaw. He raised his brows as he turned his head with a knowing smirk, and Eden bit her lip before their lips met and the movie was forgotten.
âAnd this is my bedroom.â Harry spoke in Italian as he guided the woman through his house. Eva was gorgeous and she smiled as her heeled feet took her through his bedroom, inspecting some of the books on his tv-stand, âHai una bella casa.â She complimented.
He smiled and nodded, âSĂŹ, mi piace qui.â
His eye caught the brightness in Edenâs bedroom through his window, and he softly cleared his throat as he walked up to Eva. She didnât seem very surprised when he put his hands on her hips and nudged her back into the windowsill. The breeze played with her hair, Harryâs window on a crack.
He tested the waters, nerves creeping up in his body. He hadnât done this in a while. His nose bumped Evaâs before he carefully kissed her. She reciprocated easily, fingers sliding up his shoulders as their lips touched.
She leaned back against the windowsill as the kiss slowly grew a bit heavier, and then Harry froze.
Because he heard it. He heard her. A soft moan filled his ear and it came from a distance. It came from Eden. His eyes snapped open and his body went rigid, alerting Eva. She frowned a little bit in confusion, âTutto ok?â She asked and Harry quickly nodded, clearing his throat before he kissed her again.
He knew the way Eden sounded. He knew she wasnât particularly loud, she wasnât a screamer. Harry knew these were the sounds she made when she was enjoying herself. And it was Jasonâs doing, not his. The only salvation he felt was knowing she used to be noisier with him. She used to gasp and sob and whimper, which she didnât do now. Eden softly moaned and Harry kept his eyes on the window as he kissed Eva. Part of him expected Eden to pop up in front of her window any moment now, but he saw nothing but shadows on the walls.
He imagined her on her back with her legs locked around Jasonâs head as he had his tongue on her.Â
Harry sighed out through his nose, deepening the kiss with Eva and attempting to block out Edenâs moans. But he couldnât stop listening either. How fucking convenient that Eden left her window wide open while she was fucking her boyfriend.
Almost too convenient, right? Harry couldnât help but think she did it on purpose to get a rise out of him. Wanting him to leave her alone and then pulling this move.
A shaky squeak escaped Eden and Harryâs hand grabbed Evaâs ass, pushing his hips against hers. Eva moaned out and their kiss broke shortly, âShh.â Harry shushed her, resuming their kissing. He needed Eva quiet so he could hear Eden.
And he heard her. He heard her giggling, the shadows on the walls moving and he heard the unmistakable creak of the bed. He heard the familiar gasp she let out when she got filled, and Harryâs stomach turned when he knew Jason was inside of her.Â
It was confirmed when he heard skin slapping against skin, Edenâs delicate whimpers accompanied by panting breaths from the guy fucking her.
Harryâs fingers dug into Evaâs skin as he only kissed her harder and harder, and his bulge grew and pressed into the soft of her covered tummy. But it wasnât due to her. Sure, she was beautiful, she was nice and they had fun. But listening to Eden moaning so sweetly made Harry have a physical reaction he didnât expect.Â
He was even scared to blink, so desperate to get a glimpse of Eden, to know what she was doing, to know how her face scrunched up or how her eyes watered or how she bit her lip.
Her moans grew a bit higher and sharper and Harry groaned under his breath, the sound swallowed by Eva when Eden unmistakably came.
It was Eva this time who pulled away, her cheeks a bit pink. She let out an uncomfortable chuckle and glanced over her shoulder to Edenâs open window, âĂ un poâ inquietante, non è vero?â She commented on the noises coming out of Edenâs room.
Harry swallowed, his hard-on trapped in his pants and his breathing came out in sharp puffs. He felt sick. âMi dispiace.â He murmured the apology as he let go of Eva and took a few steps back. Harry ran a hand through his hair, âI canât do this. N-Non posso farlo.â
Eva looked at him in confusion but Harry sat down on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. It was quiet for a few minutes until Evaâs footsteps walked past him and then downstairs. He stayed in his bedroom until the front door slammed and he heard her engine.
And he was alone again. He sniffled once in misery, lifting his head as he ran his hands over his face and tiredly got up his feet. Standing in front of his window to close it, he glanced up to see Eden. She didnât notice him, one hand holding the sheet around her chest to cover herself up and her other hand grabbing the handle of the window to close it.
Their eyes locked as both went to close their window and Eden froze for a moment, seeing the pained look in Harryâs face. Her cheeks flushed at the thought he mightâve heard or seen something. Without giving him another glance, Eden closed the window and closed the blinds.
It was safe to say Harry still felt miserable the next day. He was sure Eden would think it was too convenient that he went on a jog the same moment she did. She stepped outside early in the morning the next day, wearing a sportâs bra and shorts to brave the heat even that early on in the day.
Glancing to her side, Harry also left his house, wearing a tanktop and shorts. He had a clip in his hair and headphones on, glancing to his side to see her looking back at him. Eden rolled her eyes and shook her head. Tightening her ponytail, she started her jog and ran past him without giving him a look. Going down the hill, Harry pressed his lips together before he followed behind her.
He tried to keep a distance, but he was still running rather close to her. And Eden felt agitated. About halfway down the hill, she briskly turned around while panting, âWill you stop that?!â She snapped.
Harry frowned as he yanked the headphones off, âWhat?â He hadnât heard her through the music.
âRunning right behind me.â Eden clarified, âWill you stop that?â
Harry huffed, âLook, Iâm just going for a jog.â He shrugged, âGreat minds think alike, I suppose.â
âYou said youâd leave me alone.â Eden ran the back of her hand over her forehead to get rid of the sweat pearling at her hairline. The early sun lit her up, midriff heaving from the jog she had done thus far. Harry panted too, scoffing, âI am leaving you alone. But itâs a bit hard when I canât go to sleep without hearing you getting fucked by your twat of a boyfriend.â He bit.
Edenâs lips pressed together, âThat⌠Look, Iâm sorry. I-I forgot about the window.â
âSure.â Harry sneered, exhaling a humorless laugh. He felt blazing fire in his chest all of a sudden, so done with Edenâs allegations, âLike last year, hm? When you humped a pillow and pretended you didnât want me to see you?â
âStop.â Eden frowned, shaking her head, âDonât bring that up, that was a long time ago. Look, I apologized. It wonât happen again.â
âJust admit that you were trying to make me jealous.â
It was Edenâs turn to let out a bitter cackle, âExcuse me?! Iâd say youâre the one making me jealous, bringing home that woman.â
Harry felt a flash of pride welling up inside him that Eden noticed that. He fought the grin on his lips and instead bit his tongue. Eden glared at him, âBesides, why the fuck would I want to make you jealous?! You skipped me, remember?â
Harry shook his head to himself and silence fell between them. Eden swallowed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, âIâm with someone else now. You donât have⌠a claim over me anymore.â
âI miss you.â
Edenâs eyes widened and Harryâs shoulders dropped when the truth was finally out. After over a week of pining over her, here he was, spilling it all. He swallowed and shrugged, âI fucking miss you, Eden. I missed you. I-I was an idiot. And now youâre here and I know you missed me too, a-and I just want to go back what we were before.â
âAnd what exactly were we before?â Eden tried to keep her voice stern but it cracked as she challenged him with the question. Harry pressed his lips together, staring at his feet for a moment, âJust⌠us, I guess.â
Eden wanted to sigh at the words, because to her - they didnât mean anything.
âI have a boyfriend.â She spoke. It was a weak defense and Harry huffed, âYeah, I know.â
âJason is sweet. He⌠Heâs good to me.â
Harry chewed the inside of his cheek, âSo heâs a doormat? Jesus, Eden - I know what it is you need, and itâs not sweet.â
Eden shook her head, âYou donât know.â
âI do.â
She sharply flicked her eyes up, âYou donât. Stop saying that.â
Harryâs lip twitched up in a little smirk, âSee? There she is.â He took a step closer to her and Eden wanted to sink down her knees when Harry had to hardly use three words to get her wet and worked-up for him. She didnât even know what it was, just his⌠demeanor. The way he carried himself. He was an asshole but she couldnât help being so turned on by him.
Harryâs fingertip brushed her brow bone and Eden held her breath as Harry cooed her, âFeisty girl, hm? Youâre a brat, Eden. You wanna be put in place, you need it. You crave it.â
Eden pressed her lips together as Harry stepped even closer to her, dick coming to life in his pants when he could see every detail on her face. The darkness in her eyes, the freckles on her nose, the piercing scar at the top of her ear, the drop of sweat running down her chest. God, he wanted to lick it up. He swallowed thickly, âHeâs too sweet, Eden. You donât want sweet. You want a challenge. You like the chase, you like the fight. Must be boring, hm? To be with someone who gives in so easily? I bet he kisses the ground you walk on.â
Edenâs shoulders tensed as Harryâs fingers trailed down the side of her neck and followed the shape of her sportâs bra down the swells of her breasts. Goosebumps rose over her skin as he near tickled her, and Eden didnât move even an inch.
Harry fought his smirk at the reaction her body gave him. She was almost trembling.Â
âAnd I did too. I just made you work for it.â He mumbled.
âI followed you around like a puppy.â Eden exhaled, swallowing and Harry hummed, âAnd now he follows you around like a puppy. Howâs it feel, having a pussy sub for a boyfriend?â And Harry knew he took it too far. Eden frowned and took a step back, his touch disappearing, âH-Heâs not -â
âHeâs not?â Harry raised his brows, âI heard you yesterday, Eden. Donât lie to me. I could tell you were having a good time butâŚâ He stepped closer again, âI didnât hear you whining, or sobbing. I didnât hear spanking or spitting or slapping.â He listed. Eden lowered her eyes but Harry grabbed her chin, forcing her to stare up at him. She held her breath, feeling so dizzy with him this close, âHeâs a fucking boy, Eden.â Harry whispered, âThought you said you needed a real man?â
Edenâs brain turned foggy. She wanted to kiss him so bad. And drag him in the bushes and ride him until she passed out. The sexual tension between them was unmatched. It had been from the get-go. From the first time they spoke to each other with the barrier of the garden fence between them.
Harryâs voice dropped to a whisper, âI think heâs merely dipping his toe in the garden of Eden, isnât he?â His tone was velvety smooth and Eden fought for a breath. She nearly leaned in and Harry noticed, letting go of her chin yet gently wrapping his hand around her throat, âPlace of pleasure and delight.â He crooned, âAnd fuck, it is. And I wanna drown in it.â
Use me, Eden wanted to scream. Her body was frozen and Harry wouldnât act on it without her consent, so with a small bump of his nose against her and a very uncomfortable stiffy in his running shorts, he increased the distance between them again.
Eden was grateful for the hand around her throat, Harry almost holding her up or sheâd be a puddle on the floor.
âCome by tonight.â Harry gave her throat a gentle squeeze, making Eden softly gasp as her eyes fluttered. Her pussy clenched around nothing and she dryly swallowed, straightening up a bit. Harry let go of her throat and Eden took a breath, âI-I have a boyfriend.â She repeated.
Harry smirked, âDidnât I tell you to bring him?â
***
âA threesome?â Jason frowned at Eden.
Eden stood in front of the couch with her hands on her hips. She had a towel around her form, having just gotten out of the shower after her run. She found Jason downstairs, scrolling on his phone as the coffee ran in the kitchen.
She exhaled and adjusted the towel around her chest, âItâsâŚâ She sat down next to him, scooting close, âYou donât have to agree. You can say no.â
Jason didnât respond right away, the frown staying on his forehead and Eden nibbled her lip, hair dripping down her shoulders, âHe suggested it and told me to ask you. So⌠here I am. But I promise, if youâre not into it, you can say no. I wonât mind.â
Jason warily glanced at her, âAnd you wonât go fuck him behind my back?â He softly asked. Eden pressed her lips together and shook her head, âNo. Promise.â
He dropped his head back into the couch, âI mean, Iâve done it before.â He mumbled and Eden scooted closer still, âSo have I.â
âI just⌠I donât know him? And heâs your ex.â
âNot my ex.â She slightly corrected him, finding it an important nuance that her and Harry were never boyfriend and girlfriend. Jason swallowed as he looked at Eden, âYou know Iâm not the jealous type, Eden. I-Iâm not sure what the meaning is behind this.â
âIâm not trying to make you jealous.â She frowned, placing her hand on his thigh soothingly. Was that his worry? That he wouldnât freak out when Harry was inside of her? Eden didnât expect him to. She nibbled her lip again, âThereâs not really a meaning behind this. Sex with Harry was really good and itâd just be that for the three of us - sex.â
Jason seemed lost in thought, âI mean, Iâm open to it. Iâve never done it with one of the people involved being my partner.â He admitted, âItâs always been friends or strangers, makes it less⌠complicated.â
âI get that.â Eden nodded.
âI mean, youâre my girlfriend and heâs a guy Iâve spoken to only once. Not to mention heâs ten years older.â
Eden swallowed, âHeâs not like⌠a predator or anything.â
âNo, I know.â Jason mumbled before he locked eyes with Eden again, âSo he basically wants to sleep with you, but since youâre taken⌠Iâm the bonus?â He had a slightly joking hint to his tone and Edenâs lips curled up into a smile as she chuckled, âBasically, yeah.â
Jason shakily exhaled, shaking his head softly, âDonât know how you all put us under your spell, E. Seriously.â
Edenâs chest fluttered when she felt Jason giving in. He flicked his eyes up to her again, âIâm not just an extra bonus for you, am I? I wonât just be there for shits and giggles?â
âNo.â Eden immediately shook her head, âI promise.â She scooted even closer, âI like you so much, Jason. Youâre so sweet.â Her hand cupped his jaw, much like Harry had done to her during their jog. Eden had no idea that going for a run in the morning would turn to this. An altercation with Harry, him basically making her cum with just a brush of his fingers over her skin, and her asking Jason if heâs down for a threesome.
âYouâd both be there for me.â She whispered softly. Jasonâs lip twitched up in a small grin, âYeah?â
âMhm.â
Jason turned to face Eden, âSo, whatâs he like?â He curiously asked, âLike⌠Iâm more of a sub, I think. Like you said, Iâm sweet. A-And I think you know that Iâm sweet in every sense of the word.â He murmured.
Eden shot him a small smile, âIâm sure Harry can dominate enough for the three of us.â
Jason shot her a faint smile and then nodded, âOkay. If youâre comfortable with the two of us, I am too.â
âDonât just do it for me.â Eden exhaled and Jason chuckled, âIâm not. You know Iâm open to that. Weâre a couple, but weâre open with each other. Iâm cool with it.â
Eden bit her lip and bashfully smiled, her skin heating at the thought. Harry, Jason and her. She hated how her thoughts immediately drifted to Harry. God, he could get her off with the flick of his thumb over her clit. She was reminded of that one time he did nothing but rub circles on her clit while whispering dirty Italian talk in her ear. She came so hard she almost passed out.
A shudder wrecked her body and Jason cocked up a brow, huffing out a chuckle, âI take it youâre cool with it too.â
âYeah.â Eden giggled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, âAnd about not really knowing him⌠Harry invited us to spend the day around his pool.â She softly shrugged.
Jason raised his brows, âReally? Thatâs nice.â
âHm.â Eden nodded, âSo⌠Iâd say we have breakfast and get ready, and then we can head over.â She shrugged softly. Jason smiled and nodded, squeezing her thigh, âSounds good.â
Harry was in the house next door, pacing around his kitchen. The heads of Sadie and Lola followed his every move as he had his hands in his hair, wondering what the fuck he had just done. He wanted Eden so bad. So fucking pathetically bad that heâd willingly bring her boyfriend in the mix.
Harry was no stranger to a threesome or an adventurous night with a man. He had done it before, he was quite fluid in that department, but he had never done that with someone he had feelings for.
He just knew itâd be worth it, but he was being blinded by lust. And that lust was just the top layer, while there was so much more underneath that. An array of feelings for Eden. So strong and romantic his heart pulsed in his chest at the thought of her smile.Â
Harry didnât know what kind of guy Jason was. He was good-looking, obviously. And Eden said he was sweet. Too sweet for her, Harry thought. But that wasnât his problem. Eden would very soon figure out that Jason was not what she wanted at all. But Harry just needed a chance to show her. If his feelings about Jason were correct, heâd agree to a threesome just to make Eden happy.
He followed her around, just like Eden followed Harry around. It pained him when she said that, because even though that was their dynamic at first, Harry could argue that Eden had way more power over him than the other way around. And he didnât necessarily want this power either. Maybe in their sex life, it was a fun dynamic, but in real life, he wanted to be equals. Partners.
âJesus.â Harry mumbled to himself when he realized how fucking whipped he sounded. But he was past that point. He was past fooling his brain that he was doing himself a favor by ghosting her. He craved her like a flower craving a drop of rain. And she was so close.
He wasnât entirely surprised when the door rang about an hour later. Harry had been lounging around in swimming shorts and a linen shirt, bucket hat on his head to protect himself from the sun as the dogs were outside in the shade.
Opening the front door, he was met with Eden in a white, flowy dress and Jason standing behind her and sending him a slightly nervous smile.
âHi.â Eden breathed, glancing at Jason over her shoulder, âWe - uh⌠weâre here.â
âI can see that.â Harry chuckled, even if his heart beat overtime. He opened up the door wider, âCome on in.â
Eden strutted past him as Jason made a small stop, shaking Harryâs hand in a greeting, âHey, man.â
âHey, make yourself at home.â Harry nodded. Eden was right. Jason was kind. He could see it throughout the afternoon. Jason doted over Eden like no one else. They constantly laid whispering and giggling together while Harry observed. Whenever Eden took a dip in the pool, Jason came with her. He carried her around the water as she had her thighs locked around his hips and they exchanged kisses.
And Harry couldnât remember why he thought this was a good idea. A raging pit of jealousy had nestled itself in his tummy as he watched the pair. His Eden. It had been another thing to hear her getting fucked, but it was another level of painful to see her be so romantic with someone that wasnât him.
Eden insisted on making them a little lunch. Harry wasnât worried when Eden claimed to know where everything in the kitchen was. Him and Jason stayed outside on the sunbeds as the crickets filled the silence and the sun was high up in the air.
âSoâŚâ Jason broke the silence and Harry softly opened his eyes that had dropped close, almost dozing off into a nap. He turned his head to see Jason, a small smirk on his lips, âSo.â Harry mimicked.
Jason chuckled, âYou and me and Eden, huh?â
âIt appears so.â Harry nodded with a smirk. Jason exhaled a breath, âAre you comfortable with that?â
âI am.â Harry spoke without missing a beat, âAre you?â
âYep.â
Harry pressed his lips together, just a small part of him wishing Jason would back out. âI mean, I think weâd both be there for Eden.â
âYeah, I think so too.â Jason agreed, âIâm not sure if weâre⌠you know.â
âWell, I for sure wouldnât mind.â Harry wasnât lying and Jason smirked back, âNeither would I.â
But then, Eden reappeared from inside. She wore a dark green two-piece and immediately, both men stared at her, no longer having any interest in one another. Eden felt stupidly gorgeous as they both gawked at her. She made it into a little show, putting the plates down while pressing her tits together and arching her back.
âNo drooling.â She teased cheekily. Jason chuckled and Harry licked his lip, âYou look delicious.â
âWhat?â
âThe food.â He corrected himself with a smirk, âThe food looks delicious. Thanks.â
âYouâre welcome.â Eden winked and Harryâs stomach did a flip. He despised himself.
The three of them ate and Eden then took another dip in the pool. When Harry glanced at Jason to see that he was not following her in, the two of them locked eyes. Jason gave him the smallest of nods and Harry swallowed, shrugging off his linen shirt before following Eden into the pool after silently receiving Jasonâs permission.
Eden resurfaced after diving in, seeing Harry make his way down the steps. The breath got knocked out of her lungs at the sight of his chiseled, tattooed body. He was so gorgeous she felt her pussy clenching around nothing. Every inch of his body brought back memories.
His mouth, his fingers, his thighs. The fucking tiger tattoo. The butterfly that was covered in her arousal more times than she could count. His neck that used to be littered in hickeys. His hair that she loved to pull when he had his tongue between her thighs.Â
Eden exhaled a shaky breath as Harry took a small dive and resurfaced, pushing his wet hair away from his forehead. His smirk made her want to moan and Eden stayed still in the shallow end, the water reaching below her breasts as Harry swam over to her.
âThink you need another layer of sunscreen.â He rasped, eyes drawn to her chest, âYouâre looking a little burned.â
âOh.â Eden glanced down too before nodding, âYeah, maybe.â
Harry and her stared at one another for a bit, both aware of Jasonâs eyes on them. Eden took a breath, âThank you for letting us stay over today.â
âThatâs fine. I love having you in my house.â Harry shrugged.
Eden nibbled her lip, âHarry⌠what today is, and what tonight will be⌠it doesnât change anything, okay? Itâs just sex.â
âYeah.â He lied, âJust sex.â
Eden narrowed her eyes, âI mean it.â
Harry huffed out a chuckle, âMe too.â He swam closer to her, both in the shallow end of the pool now. His hands easily found her underneath the surface of the water and Eden choked on a breath when his hands were around her midsection to easily tug her into his body.Â
She trembled, goosebumps rising over her skin. She hadnât been touched by him in so long. Large hands easily knew their way around her form as Harry spun her around, her back pressed to his chest. Her hands found the edge of the pool as she stared into Jasonâs eyes, Harry standing behind her.
His nose ran along her shoulder, âSo tonightâŚâ He murmured.
âMhm.â Eden swallowed, âTonight.â
She shuddered when Harry pressed a kiss so light to her shoulder she couldâve imagined it. Jason watched along as Harry pressed Eden a bit further into the side of the pool, dick hardening in his swimming shorts and pressing against her ass.
âHow do you still like it?â Harry whispered.
Eden leaned back into him as she panted out, âL-Like I used to.â
âYeah?â His voice dripped honey. His hands circled around her tummy and Eden arched as Harry kissed the side of her neck, âYou still like it when Iâm so deep inside you it almost hurts?â
âShit.â Eden whimpered, leaning back further into him, head dropping down onto his shoulder. She kept her eyes locked with Jasonâs, who watched the interaction. Harry glanced at him too, âIs he as big as me?â
âNo.â She breathed. Harry hummed, âShame. Does he get to fuck your ass?â
Eden swallowed, âUh-huh.â
âDoes he slap you? Bite you? Spank you? Choke you?â Harryâs one hand moved up to her throat and Edenâs eyes rolled back. His hips pushed against her ass, grinding his erection against her. This was a fucking dream, Harry thought. This couldnât be real.Â
Eden fought for a breath, âW-When I ask him to.â
âShame again.â Harry whispered, âNo need to worry, baby. I know just how you like it. Does he make you squirt?â
No. Eden wanted to say but she nibbled her lip, âSometimes.â
âRagazza dolce.â Harry murmured. It sounded sweet, but it had a condescending tone. He smirked against her skin, âLying for him⌠you must really like him, hm?â
Eden sighed out, turning her head slightly. Harry pressed a kiss to her temple, âMissed you so fucking much. No one feels like you do.â
Her knuckles turned white as they gripped the edge of the pool, water sploshing around them. Harryâs lips feathered down the column of her throat and over her sunkissed shoulder, âCanât want to be inside you tonight. Feel you cream and squirt all over me, fucking hell.â He rutted his hips forward tonight.
âWhere do you want me tonight, hm?â Harry rasped, his hand released her throat as it slipped down her abdomen. Edenâs eyes shot open, her tummy clenching as his fingers found the waistband of her bikini bottoms underneath the water. Harryâs breathing puffed against her skin as he wanted to cup her cunt underneath the water, but Edenâs hand tightly clasped around his wrist before he could touch her.
She panted out and Harry chuckled into her skin, kissing below her ear, âWhatâs the matter? Donât tell me he turned you into a good girl, hm?â
Eden couldnât think straight as Harry peppered kisses on her skin, going back to holding onto her waist as he grinded into her ass, âRemember when I ate you out on the edge of the pool?â He mused.
Edenâs eyes fluttered as she felt his hard length pressing into her and Harry bit the lobe of her ear, âEden.â He reprimanded, âDo you remember?â
âYes.â She swallowed, âYes, I remember.â
âGood. You were always such a sweet little slut for me. Letting me use you however I wanted. Just needed me to take care of you, hm?â
âOh my god.â She whimpered. Harry wanted to pump his fists in the air. He had her in the palm of his hand. He cooed her condescendingly, âSo easy to ruin you. So easy to use you. Just have to whisper in your ear and youâre almost begging to choke on my cock.â
One of Edenâs hands flew behind her, gripping onto the back of Harryâs neck. He groaned softly, flicking his eyes up to lock eyes with Jason, who was still looking. Eden rolled her ass back against Harry as she panted out, dry humping him.
Harry smirked, letting go of inhibitions as he slipped his fingers underneath the triangles covering Edenâs tits, cupping her chest and giving a squeeze. The perfect handful for him. Eden gasped and arched more, providing him pressure and Harry licked the hinge of her jaw. Every dirty memory entered his brain. He remembered it all, every second he spent with her.Â
âGonna fuck you so good tonight.â He promised, âMake you feel what youâve been missing, hm? Such a whore for my cock.âÂ
âHarryâŚâ Eden whimpered and Harry grunted, âFuck.â
The shadow of Jason looming over them made Harry and Eden both open their eyes. Jason stared down at her, panting and gasping as Harry grinded into her ass from behind, her head lulled back, her eyes hazy, her mouth open. His lip twitched up in a smirk, matching Harryâs. Harry latched his lips onto Edenâs neck, tugging her back into the pool to allow Jason room to join them.
He was hard in his shorts, Harry could tell. Edenâs breaths shortened when she locked eyes with Jason, who pressed himself against her front. She was smushed between both men and Jason wasted no time in cupping her ass, tugging her hips into him as he kissed her. Harry kept up the grinding against her backside, watching as Edenâs tongue slipped out to lick into Jasonâs mouth.
His jealousy raged throughout his entire body and Harry grabbed her throat again, harder this time until Eden choked on a breath. She broke the kiss with a moan, tugging Harryâs hair as he had one hand around her throat and the other on her breast.Â
âPlease.â Eden panted, âP-Please.âÂ
Jason chuckled, shortly locking eyes with Harry. Harry played with her nipple, squeezing her throat as Jason slipped his fingers into the front of her bikini bottoms. Eden squeaked when he touched her. Jason dipped his head, surprising Harry with a sudden kiss. Harry choked Eden harder, eyes fluttering as Jason kissed him while fingering Eden. Edenâs eyes watered when Jason tapped into her g-spot, finding her so slick after Harry worked her up all the way.
It only took about a minute for her to reach her peak, spasming in Harryâs arms. The kiss between Harry and Jason broke as Harry rutted his hips into Edenâs ass, feeling as she arched and shivered in the aftermath of her orgasm.
He wanted to laugh when Jason gently shushed her, slipping his fingers from her pussy. Harry wondered how many fingers he used, if he pushed Eden to the brink. If it were him, he wouldâve edged her a few times and overstimulated her until she was crying. Eden blinked a few times as the waves of pleasure subsided.
Jason looked rather pleased with himself, Edenâs legs locked around his waist. His fingers gently pulled her bikini top back in place, one of Harryâs hands still cupping one of her breasts as he kept her pulled back by her throat.
Harry moaned, forcing Edenâs head to turn as he pressed his lips on hers.
Eden froze, immediately pulling back in shock. Harry chased her, pressing another small kiss to her plump bottom lip but Eden gasped and violently moved out of his grip. Jason seemed surprised at her rejection and Harry frowned, âW-â His hands slipped from Eden as she seemingly panicked, staring at him with wide eyes and a heaving chest.Â
Jason flicked his eyes between the two in confusion and Harry stared at Eden, who stared at him in shock.
âEden?â Harry checked and she straightened up, fixing her bikini as she shook her head, âI-I canât do this.â She hurried out of the pool, leaving puddles of water behind her as she disappeared inside of the house, leaving both men in the pool.
***
Eden was pacing around Harryâs bedroom. She had no idea why this is the place she chose to have her panic attack, but somehow it comforted her. She saw the bed she spent most of the past summer in, curled around his body.
Her lips still tingled. Not from her orgasm, but from that fucking kiss. She hadnât expected him to kiss her. Somehow it felt far more intimate than him grinding his dick against her skin or him touching her tits. It felt⌠delicate. Vulnerable. And it brought back feelings that Eden had tried to get over.
The warm air inside the house had caused her bikini to dry and Eden yanked one of Harryâs shirts out of his closet to put it on and cover herself up a bit. She had a lump in her throat. Eden softly dropped down on the duvet of Harryâs bed, rolling around on her side until her fingers felt the sheets. She was catapulted back to waking up in here with him snoring into her neck. It had all felt so domestic.
She sniffled once until she heard footsteps, and Eden straightened up. She had expected it to be Jason, but Harry appeared in the doorway. He also covered up with a shirt and his hair was drying curly after being in the pool.
He had a frown on his forehead, âAre you okay? Did I hurt you? Or did he?â He asked in a slight panic.
Eden wiped underneath her eyes and Harryâs heart cracked, taking in her broken state. Eden rolled her lips inside her mouth, almost to keep herself from breaking down further, âIâm okay.â She rasped.
âYou donât look okay.â
She almost huffed, sniffling, âI-I just donât wanna go through with it anymore. I wanna go home.â
Harry nibbled his lip, leaning against the doorpost, âAre⌠Are you sure?â He checked.
Eden got up her feet, âYeah.â She breathed, âSorry, you donât get to fuck me today.â Her voice took a bitter turn as she was ready to strut past him, but Harry grabbed her arm with a frown on his face, âYou think thatâs what this was about?â
âWhat else was it about?â Eden shrugged, her voice sounding scratchy. She shrugged her arm out of his grip, âYouâre horny, said youâve been missing me and the way we used to be. And what we used to be, were two people fucking around the clock. Youâre not that hard to figure out, Harry. You just wanted to get in my pants.â
âI did miss you.â He exhaled, âFor far more than sex. You have to know that.â
âHow could I know that?!â Eden couldnât stop herself as she angrily shoved against his shoulders. Even though Harry hardly budged, his brows raised in surprise when tears streamed down Edenâs cheeks, âYou kissed me! You fucking kissed me.â
He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head, bottom lip wobbling, âYou broke my heart.â Her voice cracked and Harryâs stomach dropped. Eden shuddered a bit, shoulders dropping as she stood wobbly in his familiar bedroom, âYou ghosted me.â She muttered, âDo you have any idea how painful that was? A-And now you just⌠you wanna pretend nothing ever happened?â
âYou agreed.â Harryâs tone was soft and Eden huffed, âYes, because I thought I was over you.â
Harry licked his lip, âAre you not?â He took a step closer to Eden and she took one back as she sniffled, âWell, Iâm crying in your bedroom, wearing your shirt after you kissed me. So no, Iâm not. Which is very fucking painful considering youâve been over me this entire time.â
âIâm not over you.â Harry frowned, âNot by a fucking long shot. I-Iâve been thinking of you all year. I didnât expect you to show up with a boyfriend. That broke my heart.â
âYou broke me first.â She bitterly spoke, âI donât believe a word you say. You didnât make any effort into making the long distance thing work.â
Harry ran a hand through his hair, âI thought I was doing you a favor.â
Eden stared at him and Harry casted his eyes down, âHonestly.â He murmured, âI-I didnât want you to be hung up on me. I felt like we had no future, that we had nothing in common. You wouldnât move here, I wouldnât move there⌠Iâm so much older than you. It was a summer thing a-and I felt like I had to let you go.â
He perhaps thought his words would soften Eden up, but if anything her face just darkened. He hadnât expected the second shove against his chest, stumbling back one step this time.
âYou coward.â Eden scoffed as more tears leaked from her eyes. Harry pressed his lips together and Eden shook her head in disbelief, âY-You donât get to just decide that for me. I donât need you to do me any fucking favors. And besides, ghosting me was best for me?! Didnât even have the fucking decency to have a conversation. Iâm a human with feelings and I deserved more. Just because youâre a fucking child doesnât mean you can treat me like I am too.â
âHey.â Harry frowned and Eden raised her brows, âWhat? Anything to say? Seriously, thatâs the most pathetic excuse Iâve ever heard. Doing me a favor? You hurt me! I asked you time and time again to visit me in London, you always declined. And not once did you ask me to visit you here.â
Harry frowned deeper, âI-Iâm - I mean, you couldâve just come over!â
âAnd show up unannounced?â Eden challenged. She pointed her finger at him sharply, âYou single-handedly decided to end something that involved the two of us. I had no say.â
Harry stared at the floor again, her words of pain seeping into his bones. And he knew she was right. He closed his eyes for a brief second, âYouâre right. And Iâm sorry. I-I went about it the wrong way, but please know that I cared about you so much. I had just as many feelings as you did. We fooled ourselves into thinking it was a summer-thing.â
Eden crossed her arms in front of her chest as she lowered her gaze. It was silent between them. The amount of information Eden just received, confused her greatly. For all these months, sheâd had no answers. And now she did, and it somehow didnât feel half as satisfying as she hoped it would.
âWhy did you suggest this threesome?â Eden softly asked.
Harry moved around, sitting down on the edge of the bed eventually. His fingers fiddled together, âBecause I wanted to be close to you. I know youâre devoted to him. And youâre right, he is nice. I still donât think heâs what you need, but heâs nice, like heâs a good guy.â Harry sincerely spoke, âI just missed you so much, and I craved you. Physically, yes, but also more than that. Just⌠spending time with you. Making you smile.â He stupidly shrugged before sighing out again, âI felt like it was the only way. I told myself itâd hurt me less to see you with him, than to not see you at all.â
Eden stared at him in disbelief and Harry licked his top lip, âWhich wasnât true. Iâm so fucking jealous and heâs so lucky, Eden. And I promise Iâll leave you alone from now on if he makes you happy. I let you go.â
âYou did.â
Harry swallowed, âI know.â
Eden weighed her words before flicking her eyes up, âI expected more from you.â She softly spoke, the lump in her throat very present. Harryâs shoulders dropped a tad at her words and Eden wiped underneath her eye again, âDoing anything long-distance requires work and effort, Harry. Just because we didnât see each other every single day and we had responsibilities, didnât mean I didnât still have feelings for you. It⌠It felt like a break-up.â
Harry felt the pressure behind his eyes and dared flicking his eyes up to Eden, forcing his lips to stop wobbling, âI was in love with you.â
âStop.â She whispered and he shook his head, chuckling bitterly, âNo, really. Like I tried to stop it. But I felt so empty when you left, like nothing made sense anymore. I looked for you in everyone, told myself itâd get better. But it didnât. Iâve been fucking miserable.â He reached for his phone, âHere.â He turned his screen, âSee how whipped youâve gotten me?â
Eden frowned as she took his phone, seeing the open tab on his internet-app which showed apartments in London. Her throat ran dry, âWhat is this?â
âWas looking to buy a place in London.â He mumbled, âSo I could be close to you.â
âAre you serious?â
âYep.â Harry popped the âpâ. âItâs quite pathetic.â
Eden stared at him, âI-I donât know what to say.â She rasped.
Harry was even too embarrassed to look at her. They stood in silence for a bit until Eden turned around and walked off. Harryâs shoulders lowered as he let out a shaky breath, âShit.â He cursed in defeat, dropping back down on his bed.
By the time he found the courage to get up, he glanced out his window to see Edenâs house quiet and unlit. He felt a punch to his stomach when he noticed the car being gone.
It was dark by the time he was alerted by headlights and the sound of tires on the gravel road. Sadie and Lola lifted their heads too, tails wagging as Harry peeled himself off of the leather couch. He had been sitting in silence this time, brooding. Heartbroken. It felt truly done with Eden now and it was like his heartbreak came around in full force at the realization. He had cried, he had showered, he had cleaned up outside after having Jason and Eden over.
He didnât know when Jason left. All he knew was when Eden left them both in the pool, both of them decided to give her some time first. They had sat outside in silence until Harry announced that he was going to look for her. Jason didnât stop him.
Harry was on his way to look out the window and see if maybe Eden and Jason had returned, but stopped when the bell rang.
He hurried to the front door, breathless once he opened it up. Eden stood in front of him, almost as nervous as she had been over a week prior when he saw her again after all this time.
âHey.â Harry rasped.
Eden exhaled a shaky breath, âI - uh⌠I drove Jason to the airport. We broke up.â
Harryâs brows raised, âOh?â
âYeah.â Eden nibbled her lip, hesitation flashing over her features, âCan I⌠I mean, have you had dinner? I-Iâm starving and I was wondering if⌠if maybe you wanted to eat together.â
Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing. He cleared his throat, legs wobbling a bit, âY-Yeah, sure. Uh - here? I have stuff in the fridge. We can whip something up.â
Eden carefully entered the house, not as confidently as she did at other times. Harry watched her like a hawk and when Eden had greeted the dogs and they were in the kitchen together, he could no longer keep it in, âWhat happened?â
Eden didnât seem very surprised at his question, âWe⌠We talked. I came home, he was already there. I told him what happened, what we talked about.â She popped herself up on the counter as she took a breath, and Harry leaned against the fridge opposite her.
âHe said he figured it out.â She shrugged, âThat there was still something going on between us. He⌠He wished me well, we hugged goodbye.â It hurt her to say it. Jason was just so nice. And she treated him so poorly. Even Harry felt for him, but he hadnât really expected any less. Jason basically worshiped Eden. He just wanted her to be happy, much like Harry.
âI had to tell him, it just wasnât fair. Wasnât fair to be with him when Iâm not over you.â She murmured.Â
Harryâs chest warmed but he hardly dared to be hopeful. He swallowed, âIâm not over you either.â
Eden watched the swing in her legs, her thoughts clouded. She glanced up at him, âDo you mean that?âÂ
Harry nodded before her question was even out, âYes, completely. And I know I was an asshole about it, thereâs no excuse. But I wanna be better.â He licked his lip, âSeeing you again⌠it brought everything back. And I donât wanna let you go a second time.â
Edenâs stomach clenched, âY-You donât?â
âI donât.â He repeated, flicking up his gaze, âAnd if you still want me⌠I wanna prove it to you.â
Eden felt only a bit stupid. Was she falling for his games again? Was this entire thing doomed? Was it all just words with no action?
Harry could see the wheels in her head spinning and approached her, placing his hands on the countertop next to her thighs, âEden,â He breathed, âIâm serious. Honestly. Youâre likeâŚâ He swallowed thickly, âmy favorite person. I missed you so fucking much.â
Her skin grew hot as Eden blinked at him, in disbelief of his words. He was so close. Harryâs eyes widened in surprise when Eden gently leaned in, their lips just brushing together. Her eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch, thighs tensing as the air between them grew hot and thick.
Harry relaxed, leaning into Eden further as the kiss deepened. Her fingers found the sides of his button-up, tugging him into her further as she tilted her head to the side to allow him more access. Harry groaned from the back of his throat, cupping Edenâs cheeks. Her knees parted for him and a shudder ran down Harryâs spine when her tongue softly flicked against his bottom lip.
âShit.â He moaned, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones, âYeah?â He nodded the question, flicking his eyes between both of hers, as if asking for confirmation that they were really doing this. That they were really giving it a shot, seriously this time.
Eden bit her lip and nodded, âYes.âÂ
Harry crashed their lips together, all inhibitions gone. Sadie and Lola curiously watched them from the couch as they made out. It was all tongues and whimpers and teeth as Eden pulled him so close it almost hurt. Harry easily picked her up, and it was like a dĂŠjĂ -vu when he blindly carried Eden up the stairs. They had done this so many times.Â
Her kisses grew hungrier, hands tangled in his brown locks as Harry kicked the bedroom door shut and they both dropped on the bed. Eden hastily ripped Harryâs shirt off of his shoulders, tanned skin bulged around his muscles as he held himself up and Eden stroked her fingers over his biceps, taking him in.
Emotion flashed through Harryâs eyes as he laid between Edenâs parted thighs and they resumed their heavy kissing. He licked into her mouth, the plush of her lips brushing against his as he claimed her again. Eden kicked off her shoes and raked her blunt nails down his back, making him arch into her.Â
Eden locked her leg around his hip, flipping them over and Harry gladly let her. His back met the sheets as she scooted up on his lap, sitting on top of him. She yanked off the top she was wearing, revealing the dark green bikini underneath.
Harryâs eyes dropped to her chest, his fingers playing over her ribs and up to the triangles covering her up. He brushed his thumbs over where he knew her nipples were and reached his hand around her back, tugging on the knot to get the bikini off.Â
Harry could hardly contain himself when Eden sat topless on top of him, gently rocking her hips into his hard cock while catching her breath. She leaned down to kiss his muscular chest, her hands exploring him as she scooted herself down.
Harryâs eyes fluttered as he stared up at the ceiling, preparing himself to feel her lips and attempt to not cum down her throat. Eden gave the best blowjobs he had ever received. She was so filthy with it, not a care in the world as spit dribbled down her chin and she always allowed him to fuck her throat.
She could take him so deep heâd feel her nose against his tummy and she allowed him to cut off her airway until she was on the brink of passing out. Eden loved the pain. Her mouth watered when she sunk down the edge of the bed, Harryâs legs dangling over it. Eden hastily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before tugging down Harryâs shorts. He panted out, âA-Are you sure?â Please say yes.
âYes.â Eden confirmed, âWanna taste you.â
Harry lazily smirked, humming as Edenâs hands closed around his throbbing cock. She used both to stroke him, and he didnât have to look at her to know she had a sick grin on her face at the precum blurting at his tip. He was hard as a rock, pulsing against her palm. Eden took her time in studying him, realizing he was just as she remembered. Just as big, thick and veiny as she remembered.
âI missed your dick so much.â She admitted, âSo, so much.â
âTake it.â Harry rasped, and Eden did. Her lips folded around his tip to give a hard suck that nearly had him coming right there. âFuck.â He gasped, nails digging into the sheets as Eden hummed at his taste.
She was impatient, sinking her mouth down on him and enveloping him while her tongue flicked in every direction. She held him in her throat, willing away her gags as her hand pumped the part she couldnât fit just yet. She hummed, clenching her thighs together. Eden loved giving head. Especially to Harry.
âFuck, cosĂŹ buono, cosĂŹ buono.â Harry breathlessly moaned, âDio mio.â
Eden moaned around him at his Italian cursing and her hand played with his balls as she bobbed up and down. Harry saw stars behind his closed eyelids, jaw dropping with strangled groans. He hadnât been stimulated like this in so fucking long. No one was her.
His eyes rolled back when Eden suckled his tip again, and Harryâs hips bucked up as his toes curled. She knew just how to work him. âS-Shit - EdenâŚâ He lowly groaned. Eden took a hold of his ankles, urging Harry to put his feet up on the bed as she stayed kneeled.
His heart violently hammered at what he thought she was about to do. And when Eden popped off and angled his cock up, Harry felt like he was in fucking heaven, âBaby,â He whimpered, âoh my god - please⌠p-please.â He begged pathetically and Eden hummed, âItâs okay.â Her voice sounded hoarse from the blowjob and she kissed the back of his thigh before working her tongue between his cheeks.
Harry threw his head back as he gripped his solid cock, stroking himself. Eden used her free hands to spread him and give herself more space to eat him out. Her tongue lapped over his rim, relaxing him.Â
âY-Youâre perfect.â Harry squeaked, pinching his eyes shut at the heavenly stimulation. Only Eden did this for him.Â
When Eden felt like Harry was close to his edge, she retrieved her touches, licking around her mouth for the excess saliva as he caught his breath. Eden wobbled on her legs when she hastily pulled down the skirt she wore, bikini bottoms webbing to her pussy due to her wetness.Â
She was fully naked, jumping back on the bed with Harry who immediately rolled them on their sides. It was all quick and hasty as their tongues tangled and he grabbed her thigh, rolling on top of her with her legs locked around his hips.Â
âCan I?â He panted breahtlessly, âPlease? Fuck - baby, I need to be inside you.â
âUh-huh.â Eden moaned, âIâm s-so ready.â
âHavenât prepped you.â Harry kissed her jaw and Eden felt nearly delirious with need, âNo need.â She breathed, âJ-Just fuck me.â
Harry didnât let her off that easy though. He hummed softly into her neck, planting gentle kisses over her skin as his hand moved between her legs. A low moan bubbled up his throat when he felt how wet she was. The mound of her pussy, the apex of her thighs, covered in her slick arousal. Her clit pulsed and Eden tried to keep the tears away, feeling so overwhelmed and sensitive.
Harry raised his head and let one of his hands slip behind her neck to hold her up a bit, âWant you to look at me,â He breathed, âwhen I slip inside you.â
Eden managed to nod, holding her breath. Harry pumped himself once, âCondom?â He briefly asked. He knew him and Eden never used one in the past. Eden was infertile and they only slept with one another.
She swallowed at his question, âY-You can choose.â She rasped, âI always used one with him. We never did it bare. Iâm clean.â Her words surprised him. She never did it bare with Jason? Eden had no chance of a pregnancy, so Harry wondered if she never really had that connection to Jason as she did with him.
But her letting him choose was also sort of the ultimate challenge for Harry. It was almost asking him if he was really serious about this, if they were really gonna go there. Harry quickly kissed her, âOkay. No condom.â
Eden smiled lightly, âNo condom.â She whispered. The smile was quickly wiped off her face when Harry dragged the tip of his cock through her sodden folds.
Edenâs lips parted desperately as she exhaled in a shaky breath, âYes,â She squeaked, âoh god - please.â
âYeah?â Harry cooed, âYâneed me? Open your legs.â
Eden tried to split her thighs wider and Harry shot her a stern look, âWider.â
She whined softly, allowing him more space. It was hard to think when Harryâs cockhead continued to brush into her pearled clit. Eden felt like she was about to fucking explode.
âThatâs it.â Harry praised, âThatâs so good. There we go. My little slut with her legs wide open for me, hm? La mia sporca puttana.â
Eden sputtered out a high-pitched moan when Harryâs tip popped between her walls. She was so hot and creamy, welcoming him greedily as he inched forward to fill her pussy. Eden clenched her jaw in pure satisfaction, eyes rolling back and a moan stuck in her throat.
Harry couldnât help but smirk at her ruined state, but his breathing turned shorter too the closer he got to filling her to the hilt. He grunted when his thighs touched hers, nestled so fucking deep inside her as her walls clamped around him.
Eden forgot what it felt like to feel so⌠full. In the best way. So full and fulfilled. Her hands locked around his shoulders in a death-grip as she puffed out sharp breaths, blinking a few times to remind herself where she was.
Harry reared back halfway before sinking back in and Eden gasped, âOh - Harry.â
âFuck, I know.â His voice sounded shaky, breathing against Edenâs lips, âI know, baby⌠Feels so good. So good.â
âUh-huh.â Eden whimpered, âM-Missed you like this.â
He pressed a kiss to her chin, âMe too, baby. Me too. I missed you so much.â He sharply thrusted, tip of his dick stroking right against Edenâs g-spot. She gasped shakily at the feeling, a tear leaking down her temple, âShit - youâre gonna make me cum so fast.â
Harry smirked, âYeah?â He thrusted again, gently squeezing the nape of her neck, âAre you gonna get wet all over me?â
Eden desperately clawed at his shoulders, âY-Yes.â She whispered, âOh my god, fuck.âÂ
Harry dropped his head in the crook of her neck, speeding up a bit. With Edenâs thighs around his hips, he took her in deep missionary. The bed rocked, their moans filling the room as Edenâs orgasm surprised her completely. She cried out, spasming underneath Harryâs body but he didnât let up, sharply slapping the outside of her thigh as he only screwed into her harder to get her further gone.
Eden mewled, on the brink of pain and pleasure as always with Harry. He was so big, stretching her so wide. But he knew her limits almost better than she knew them herself. Eden would never stop begging for more even if she couldnât handle it. Harry momentarily pulled out to stave off his own orgasm, allowing Eden time to come down as he kissed his way down her body.
Her thighs trembled, her pussy wet and puffy as he used his thumbs to spread her folds and anchored her legs over his shoulders to eat her out. Eden grabbed the pillow so hard she worried sheâd break her nails as she arched and gasped, the feeling of Harryâs tongue on her simply unmatched.
âYesâŚâ She slurred, âOh fuck, yes.â She bucked her hips back into him, Harryâs tongue sinfully slipping in and out of her before locking around her clit to give quick, sharp sucks until Eden near shoved his head away in overstimulation.Â
âCan you take more?â Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled back over her, dick rock hard still. Eden blinked at him as she swallowed, nodding, âMhm. Use me. Use me - please.â
It sounded like music to Harryâs ears. He growled from the back of his throat, tossing Eden around until she was on top of him. Not that she needed to get any ideas - Harry was in charge. He positioned her how he saw fit, splitting her thighs around his hips as he forced her to hold her hands behind her back and his free hand held her up by the chin.
âLook at youâŚâ He crooned, gathering spit behind his teeth before giving Eden a warning look. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a pathetic whimper, lips opening no further than an inch as Harry spat in her mouth, part of his saliva dripping down her lips.Â
âDirty slut.â He whispered, using his thumb to spread his spit around before slapping her cheek. Eden moaned at the sting, shuddering on top of him as she desperately tried to get him inside of her again. Edenâs cheek turned red and Harry felt more turned on than he could ever remember to be.Â
Harry grinded up against Edenâs wet pussy, smirking at the way her eyes rolled back at the small stimulation. She looked so ruined, but he loved it. And it was proof of how much she trusted him.
âYou want my cock?â Harry crooned, âSo desperate for it, arenât you? Youâd just let me do anythingâŚâ He gave her wrists a warning squeeze to hold them together without his help and Eden did so as his hand travelled lower on her back. He gave one of her ass cheeks a sharp slap and she gasped, grinding back against him. Harry moaned softly, âYouâd let me do anything, such a good cumslut, hm? Just want to be filled.â
âYes.â Eden croaked out shakily and her eyes closed when Harryâs fingers brushed over her rim. Eden keened, arching into him. They had done anal in the past and Eden absolutely loved it. The stretch felt unmatched and it could just get her so far gone. She loved the daze that came with it.
âWant me to fuck you here?â Harry whispered, heart pounding at the thought of slipping inside Edenâs tightest entrance. She mewled as he put pressure on the tight ring of muscles, teasing to push in a finger. Eden managed to nod, âY-Yes.â
The thought aroused Harry, his dick twitching, âLater, hm? Wanna fill up your cunt first. Bet your little pussy missed my cum.â He messily kissed her, licking over her lip before he slapped her ass again, urging Eden to lift up so she could sink down on him.Â
âWanna watch it drip.â Harryâs brain spun as he murmured all his filthy thoughts to Eden, who whimpered when she heard him. Her shoulders tensed as he took all control even with Eden on top of him. Harry immobilized her, holding a hand on her ass with a firm grip to have her move up and down on his cock.
He licked up the side of Edenâs neck, âAnd lick it back up. Yâlook so pretty when youâre all creamy for me, baby.â
Eden lulled out a moan as she squirted, making Harryâs eyes pinch shut at the feeling of her gushing over him. âFuck.â He exhaled, âHm, just like that.â He continued thrusting up in a lazy pace, âThereâs my good girl⌠Getting me all wet because Iâm fucking you too good.â
It all felt like one big orgasm to Eden. Harryâs cock was made for her, filling her up so perfectly. He knew just how to handle her. His slaps were well-timed to keep her on the brink of pain, which only intensified the pleasure. His dirty talk was unmatched, his choking and spitting was just the right amount to turn Eden insane. She had never been this aroused in her life and she couldnât believe she had been missing this for a year. No one ever came close to how well Harry knew her body like the back of his hand.
âNever gonna let you leave again.â Harry slurred as his orgasm neared, feeling Eden clench around his cock as he whispered the message in her ear. She was hunched over him, panting into his neck as he held her on top of him, fucking up into her wet pussy.
He slapped her ass again before his hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to kiss him, âPromise me youâll stay.â He moaned.
Eden could hardly hear him, her body convulsing in so much pleasure. Harry spat in her open mind and gave her cheek another slap, something Eden greatly welcomed. Tears streamed down her face in pure delight when Harry manhandled her like this. âI promise.â She whimpered.
It was all Harry really needed to hear to fill her up. His hips jerked, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip. Eden always loved listening to him when he was turned on. He moaned a melody of her name mixed with Italian curse words, grabbing her body so tightly he could break a few of her bones if he wanted. She let him, cock jolting up inside of her as he sharply thrusted with each spurt of come leaving him and painting her insides.Â
It was primal, dirty and not even nearly enough. But it was for now.
Harry doted over her afterwards, Eden too out of it to really say much. He cared for her, cuddled her and kissed her as he massaged her sore shoulders and rubbed lotion over any scratch or bite marks he left behind. Eden laid curled up in his fluffy sheets as Harry gently cleaned them both up.
Eden didnât say anything as she curled into his body, exhaling a comforted sigh when Harry wrapped her up. Her voice came back about thirty minutes later, once she had taken a little nap.
âWow.â She whispered.
Harry chuckled, playing with her hair as he stared up at the ceiling. Edenâs head rested on his shoulder and he turned his head to kiss her forehead, âHm, youâre back.â
âI am.â Eden yawned, âJesusâŚâ She stretched out her sore legs, âthat was intense.â
âHow do you feel?â Harry checked, cuddling her a bit closer for warmth. Eden kept her eyes closed, âGood. âM thirsty and hungry.â
The night was still young, and it proved to be so when round two happened in the kitchen. As they had some focaccia in the oven, Harry bent her over the countertop. With the dogs outside for the evening freshness, Harry fucked her. It was softer but she came twice more, the position so good for Eden as she arched out her back and pressed her chest into the cold countertop.Â
Round three was in the shower afterwards, when Eden lowered herself to her knees to suck him off again. Her body was too tired and sore for more, but she was desperate to have Harry coming again. And he did, filling up her mouth and most of his release painted over her face.Â
Eden overstimulated him, her fingers disappearing between his ass cheeks as she took him all the way in her throat in aftercare. Tears leaked down Harryâs face as he lost his balance in the shower, every muscle in his body shivering and trembling. It always turned him a bit emotional to realize how much pleasure Eden wanted him to have. Pushing her own discomfort aside to have him coming as hard as possible.
They cuddled in bed after that, and Eden couldnât keep her eyes off of him as Harry fought his own body - refusing to go to sleep. His eyes constantly turned droopy but he forced himself to stay awake.
And when Harry jolted awake the next morning to a cold bed, he was immediately panicked.
Did Eden regret it? Did she sneak off? Was she gone? Did he dream it all?
Her bikini on the bedroom floor proved that it had all happened, and Harry jumped in a pair of boxers as he ran downstairs.Â
âShit.â He breathed, clutching his own chest when he stood in the kitchen, overlooking his garden. Eden was in a pair of his boxers and a button-up, holding a fresh cup of coffee as she played with the dogs. Sadie and Lola excitedly circled around her legs and fetched her the ball Eden continued to throw. He could hear her giggle all the way inside.
Harry felt ten years younger, watching Eden. She brightened up his life so much. His feet carried him out in the warm morning, grass crispy from the heat underneath his feet.
âGood morning.â Harry whispered, standing behind Eden and wrapping his arms around her from behind. She smiled when looking over her shoulder, and they met in a sideways kiss, âGood morning.â She smiled.
Harry gave her body a squeeze as he nuzzled his nose below her ear, âThought you snuck off on me.â
âReally?â Eden teased, turning around in his grip. Harry grabbed her ass, pulling her up a bit to kiss her decently as he hummed, âYeah. Got me scared.â
Eden ran a hand through his hair, hearts in her eyes when she stared at him, âDonât worry. Iâm not going anywhere.â
âExcept back to the UK next week.â Harry murmured. Edenâs smile dropped a bit. Harry took the coffee from her hand to have a sip himself before he cleared his throat, âHey - I should really look for a house rather than an apartment, shouldnât I?â He mused out loud, âI kind of hadnât thought of the dogs. But theyâd hate being locked up all day. I definitely need a garden.â
Edenâs heartbeat quickened as she nibbled her lip, âLike⌠What do you mean?â She carefully asked.
âIn London.â Harry pecked her top lip, âFor when I move there.â
Eden exhaled a sharp breath, staring at him in wonder, âYou were serious about that?â She softly asked.
Harry gave her ass a squeeze, âOf course.â He finished up her coffee and put it down on the windowsill behind him, âIâm serious about you. About us. I can sell this place easily. Maybe look for a little vacation home somewhere else. Somewhere⌠not next to your dad and Colleen.â He joked.
âBut⌠But you love this house.â Eden murmured.
Harry shot her a grin, making her slightly yelp as he picked her up underneath her thighs, âI love you. Fuck the house. I can buy another one. Doesnât matter where I am as long as Iâm with you.â The romantic words felt foreign to Harry, but they came naturally. He had never been this infatuated with another person before. No one could ever make him move in the past.
Eden giggled in disbelief, âYouâŚâ She stared down at him before leaning in and taking Harry in a deep kiss. He moaned into her mouth and Eden panted out, nuzzling her nose with him, âI-I love you too, but I want you to think about this.â
âI donât have to.â Harry shook his head, slowly carrying Eden back inside as he continued carrying her, âThe last year of my life has been so fucking lonely, Eden. Like I said, I donât care where I am as long as Iâm with you.â
Edenâs body erupted with butterflies and her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. Last night had felt like a fever dream. Her legs still felt sore from the amount of orgasms Harry pulled from her body, but it was so much more than that. It was never just sex.
âLondonâs quite cold.â She breathed teasingly and Harry smirked, squeezing her thighs, âI suppose youâll have to keep me warm.â
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â§warnings: F-boy Sunghoon so mentions of sex ig, may be a lil suggestive, possessive hoon
âsynopsis: The campus hottie, was practically perfect, smart handsome talented and rumour has it among the girls, good in bed. The male is a fuck boy, a jerk face, never once wanted to fall in love after having his heart broken once by an unlucky bitch. Heck he believed he'd be like that forever, until he came across the new girl. Yang y/n.
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â§âPART 1/???ââ§
"Oh my god you slept with him?!" one of the girls exclaimed as the other girls had their shocked reactions too "Yeah... then he broke up with me" the girl admitted "Isn't Sunghoon a fuck boy though? girl why'd you date him he doesn't even hide the fact he doesn't love you?" another girl pointed out "It doesn't matter, at least I had a great night" the girl said shrugging as the others laughed it off.
Y/n fiddled with her phone as she waited outside the classroom, one earphone in, hidden by her hair. She's heard many crazy things about this high school, having been transferred from a school in UK where she was used to everything, to a high school in South Korea. Everything is so new there, education system, driving on the different side of the road. but she had her best friend, Danielle by her side.
"Hey it's going to be ok" the girl reassured. One thing y/n is glad about, is the fact that she's fluent in Korean so language will not be a big problem for her. She smiles at Danielle as she follows her in. The teacher asks her to introduce herself as the girl blinks, staring at the class in disbelief. Introduce? first day and she has to speak in front of all these judgemental 18 year old strangers?!
"I'm y/n..." she says, forcing a smiled, the teacher points at an empty seat which was sadly not next Danielle. Making a sad pouty face at Danielle, she sat at the seat. 17 minutes. That's how long it took "Park Sunghoon late again?!" The teacher scolded as the male scratched his head then he froze. His eyes on y/n.
The girl's jaw rested in her palm as she doodled in the margin, false lashes fluttering against her glasses, her lips stained with a rosy, nude shade. Fuck she's everything. Is this what cupid felt when he saw psyche? love at first sight like Romeo experienced with Juliet? Sunghoon was captivated.
He slammed his palm on the desk of the person beside y/n. The girl didn't even flinch and probably didn't care due to the earphone blasting Itzy in her left ear. the student sitting beside her immediately got up and went to a different seat as Sunghoon slipped into the seat beside the girl. he turned to her, tapping her shoulder. the girl paused her music turning to him.
So this is Park Sunghoon, the handsome fuckboy they say. Y/n knew he was bad news "Im Sunghoon... and you?" the male asked "Not interested" she said, turning back to do her work "Come on baby, don't be like that" he said, winking as she sighed, looking at him. She then turned back and ignored him, doodling.
"Wah you can draw- that looks so realistic gurl" he complimented as the girl groaned, slamming her head on the desk. "Park Sunghoon stop distracting the new girl and get on with your work. or you can switch spaces with Eunchae!" the teacher warned as Sunghoon groaned, picking up his pencil.
2 lessons passed by and break time rolled in, she smiled, sorta running over to Danielle with grabby hands. they jumped up and down squealing like typical girls as their fingers intertwined. "I can't believe we're finally in the same schooool!" Danielle squealed as y/n smiled. "I know right?! we can finally do typical bestie stuff get our nails done, do each other's makeup, gossip, and hang out~" y/n added with a smile.
"All of this and I don't hear boyfriend... i'm assuming it's because you have one?" Sunghoon asked with a raised eyebrow as the girl sighed "No I don't never had one and never will... I don't like the idea of putting all my trust in a guy." She said, in a slight passive aggressive manner. "Ok but I'm telling you, a pretty girl like you NEEDS to end up with a trust worthy guy like me" Sunghoon said.
Y/n gave him the 'be for real' look as she rolled her eyes, walking away with Danielle. "So stupid. He really thinks I'm going to let him get in my skirt?!" y/n scoffed, handing danielle a cherry lollipop as she sucked on her own. "Please. He can't flirt for shit, and just yesterday he had two girlfriends whom he dumped back to back." Danielle added as Y/n shook her head, disappointed. Sunghoon having over heard all this, decided it was time to stop playing girls like a gameboy, and pursue his princess.
â§âPART 2ââ§
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