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watsittoyah · 1 year ago

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink and slight blood play. Some obsessive behavior..

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease..

You stifle a yawn as you gather Mr. Stark’s paperwork. He had a meeting call in Aruba and you were triple checking to make sure he had everything he needed.

“Hey Tom-Tom.” You freeze for only a second after hearing that annoying voice. “Maybe if I just keep walking he will go away.” You whisper as you hear him following you.

“Tom-Tom. I know you heard me.” You hear Tony call after you and you rush into Mr. Stark’s office.

“Here you go Mr. Stark. I have your paperwork, some notes, and I have all of your calls pushed back for the next two hours.” He nods and sits at his desk. You stand there for a bit and he clears his throat. “You may go.”

You internally groan because you know Tony was waiting for you outside the door. You drag your feet a bit and check your watch.

It was time for your lunch which means-

You open the door and your heels were clicking across the floor. “Hey T-” You Stop him. “Sorry Tony but I have a lunch date with my boyfriend.” You make sure he heard you when you said boyfriend and he nods slowly. But a smile spreads across his face.

“Well when you want a husband, please don’t hesitate to ask.” You fight the urge to grimace. “Later Tony.” You walk over to Gregory and he tips his hat at you. “Hello Miss Valentine. Your friend is waiting for you.” You nod. “Thank you. I’ll be back after my lunch.” You head out of the building and you see Miguel leaning against his car.

He looks over at you and you feel weak in the knees. How is it that you two have been dating for over the past two months and this man still has you in awe.

“Hola señorita Valentine. How do you feel about Thai cuisine?” He asks as he opens the passenger door for you. “That sounds absolutely amazing. There’s this spot I’ve been wanting to try, Erica said that Dennis brought her there last month and she said the food was delicious.”

“Are you talking about Thai Town?” You gasp because that means only one thing. “Baby did you get reservations there?” He nods and gives me a great big smile. “I did.” You squeal and pull his face close to yours.

You give him several kisses as he starts the car and he smiles against your lips. “Amor, we can sit here and I can let you kiss me but we might be late to lunch.” You move back and you sit on your hands.

“I’m just so excited.” You smile from ear to ear and he holds your hand. As he drives he tells you about his latest discovery.

“…and we’re doing testing on gene splicing. So far we have succeeded on making a mouse cross breed with a snake.”

“That’s interesting, but it’s also concerning. Are you going to start testing on humans?” Miguel shrugs. “I’m not sure yet, I was thinking that if I do then it’ll be harmless.”

“As long as you don’t go testing it on yourself.” Miguel was quiet for a moment and you were going to address it but he had arrived at the restaurant. As he parks the car you go to speak but he opens the door and he quickly walks over to your side and he opens the door. You step out and take the offered hand he had for you.

“Ready?” He asks. “Always when I’m with you.” As you two enter the building you see Miguel looking at his smart watch. You don’t know what’s on the screen but he curses under his breathe.

“Amor, please wait inside for me. I just have to grab something from the car.” Before you could protest he leaves you there.

Instead of waiting outside you go into the building and walk over to the hostess. “Table for two. It might be under O’Hara.” She checks and nods. “Your table will be ready shortly Mrs. O’Hara.”

You go to correct her but you stop yourself. Would it be a bad thing if she thinks you’re his wife?

You wait patiently for the table and for Miguel when you get a tap on the shoulder. When you turn you see a strikingly beautiful woman standing there with the brightest blue eyes you ever did see.

“Hello.” She greets. “Um, hi.” You say as you go to turn away from the woman. “I noticed that you came here with Miguel.” You turn back around because how did this woman know your boyfriend?

“You know him?” She nods. “Why yes. Miguel and I have quite the past. I’m surprised he hasn’t told you about me. But where are my manners. My name is Dana D’Angelo.”

She gives you a bright smile and you feel sick to the pit of your stomach. Of course this demi-goddess would be his ex. She was beautiful, long legged and she had pretty teeth. You wanted to knock them clean down her throat.

Miguel enters the restaurant and he walks completely past Dana, ignoring her all together, which makes your chest swell with joy.

“Sorry about that, amor.” He whispers as he kisses your temple. “Hello Miguel.” Dana says behind him. He rolls his eyes and then turns to her.

“Dana, long time no see. How have you been?” He asks. “I’ve been well. Tyler and I just got back from Miami. How about you? I see you have a cute little girlfriend.”

Who is this bitch calling little?

“Actually, this is my amazing girlfriend. And I won’t have you disrespect her in any shape or form. Now you have a nice day, I am going spoil her my girlfriend and make sure she has a wonderful time.” As Miguel leads you away, you look back at her with a smirk on your face.

“I didn’t know you use to date models.” You tease him. But he shrugs. “Well I’ve made some upgrades. I date goddesses now.” You hide the smile playing across your lips and the hostess motions for the two of you to come with her so you two can be seated.

As you two are seated by the window you look around in awe. The decor was beautiful. “I know I shouldn’t gawk but I love the colors. Maybe I can convince Erica to remodel the kitchen.” Miguel reaches across the table and he holds your hand.

“If she says no then, how about you come over to my place and redecorate it?” Your eyes light up. “I can? Miguel, baby that would be great.” You lean over the table to kiss your hazel eyed beauty, when all of a sudden he gets up and he grabs you with such precision and skill, it scared you.

He leaps in the air and that’s when a car goes crashing into the window. Miguel holds you close to his large frame and he does a spin as you two land in the chaos.

As everyone screams and runs out of the restaurant, you hear Miguel groan in pain. “Miguel? Miguel where are you hurt?” You ask as you get up and look him over.

He was holding his side and when you reach, you draw your hand back and there was blood. “Come out, come out, where ever you are….” Someone taunts. You turn slightly to see a large black alien like creature. It throws its head back and let’s put a carnivorous cry.

“You have to go, amor.” Miguel says as he sits up. “I’m not leaving you, come on.” You try to help him but Miguel was too huge. “Tommie, I’ll be right behind you, now go!” He snaps at you. You look him in the face and you get up. You hear Miguel behind you as you run out of the restaurant.

The alien creature crouches down as you make it outside and he seems to be sniffing the air. You turn to tell Miguel to start the car but you see he isn’t there. “M-”

You continue to run but something screams for you to duck down. You do just in time to see a large pole barely miss your skull. You go to run again but something grabs your arm. You cry out in pain as the grip tightens.

“No matter what timeline he is in I’ll always sniff him out and find him. And his scent just so happens to be all over you.” The alien creature had yanked you up in the air causing your arm to yank out of the socket. You let out a scream and it laughs.

“Such a pretty thing, we like you. Venom likes you.” Venom flicks out its tongue and licks your cheek. You feel as if your arm is about to be ripped out as you try to see where is Miguel.

“Tasty…” It’s jaws opens wide and you scream bloody murder as it goes to eat you. Just then, you get yanked out away from this creature. You were pressed against someone and you hold them tight. They bring you away from the alien and land on their feet.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You finally look up and you see a masked man. You’ve only heard about him in the news. But to see him in person? Now that was something else. You nod at him but jump when you hear the alien coming.

“I need to go fix this. Please get somewhere safe.” You grab Spider-Man by the arm. “Please, my boyfriend he’s missing and…and-” He gently removes your hand from him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he comes home to you. Now please go, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He strokes your cheek and he turns. When he leaves, you stare after him and you hope he doesn’t get hurt. “Be careful Spider-Man…”

•••

For obvious reasons you had the rest of the day off. You had came back from the hospital after getting your arm checked out. It was sore but it wasn’t broken. They had gave you some painkillers and sent you on your way.

You were in the bathroom, sitting in the tub, scrubbing Miguel’s blood off of your hands when you hear your roommate knocking. “T? Tommie, I got your text. Are you okay?” She asks behind the door. “Yeah.” You lie as you watch the clear water turn crimson.

You had left multiple messages and voicemails to Miguel and yet he hasn’t answered. You played over a million and one different scenarios in your head of what could’ve happed to your boyfriend and all of them were terrible.

“Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.” You chant as you let the water down the drain. You wrap yourself in a towel and ignore your reflection in the mirror. Once you’re dried off you leave the bathroom and go straight to your room, ignoring Erica.

You close the door and let the towel drop to the floor. You grab a pair of boxer shorts and you grab one of Miguel’s T shirts he had left behind. You pull that on and you inhale it as you lay in the center of your bed.

A small scratch to your door makes you sit up. You get out of bed and open the door to see Milo. You scoop him up and close the door back. He purrs and grabs your fingers so you can pet him.

“Do you think he’s okay? I mean Miguel has to be, he is a big guy. Yeah he has to be okay.” You say as you sit on your bed.

You bite your bottom lip to keep from crying but it’s too late, the tears just come. “You know I think the sad part is that I’m relying on a costumed stranger to bring Miguel back to me. It’s sad but I have hope. All I have is hope.”

Milo leaps out of your arms and claws at your door. You feel sad because now even the kitten wants to leave you. You open the door for him to leave and go to close it.

“Amor?” You hear his voice and you look up to see those eyes. “Mig-” You cut your own self off and throw your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and he walks you back into your room, kicking the door closed.

“I thought-”

“I know, I’m sorry. We got separated and I couldn’t find you. But I’m here.” You feel the water works coming down again. “I was scared. I was scared and I thought the worse for you. I thought I was going to get a call that you were-” Miguel stops you. “I am okay, amor. I am back with you. I’m home.” He looks down at you and he wipes the tears from your eyes.

“Are you staying over?” You ask, holding onto him tighter. “Yes, I’m staying over. Now come get into bed. Have you eaten?”

You shake your head as he leads you to the bed. “I can cook you something.” He offers. “I’m not hungry right now.” You can tell he wants to say something but he just takes off his pants and shoes, then gets in the bed with you.

He pulls you on top of him and you lay your head on his chest. “Tell me about your day.” Miguel says as he plays in your curls. You shrug.

“Well other than thinking the worse for my boyfriend, my day was decent. Mr Stark is thinking about doing a business deal with an overseas partner. His son, Tony, he keeps showing up at the office and I know it’s so he can ask me out. And I keep telling him I have a boyfriend.”

“Should I pop up there one day?” Miguel asks. “No, Tony is harmless. I can handle him. Oh I should probably thank Spider-Man. He made sure you came back to me.” Miguel’s body seems to relax as he kisses your head.

“Really? So you got to meet the guy in tights?” You nod. “Yep, he was pretty cool. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.” Miguel flips you off of him and pins you down, causing you to giggle.

“Ahora lo vas a conseguir, mi amor.” He tickles you and you yelp out in laugher. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You laugh out. “You better be.” Miguel then pins your hands above your head with one hand and with the other he cups your chin and kisses you. “Mmm, I don’t like sharing. So you’re all mine.” He says as he pulls at your lip.

“I’m all yours.” You moan out. You then feel his bulge on top of you. He leans back a bit and looks at you. “I should get up.” He says as he grinds his bulge against you. You wrap your legs around him and nod. “You should, you should get up.”

“And I shouldn’t do this.” He positions his dick against the now wet spot of your boxer shorts and he rubs it deep, getting a lustful eye roll. “No, you shouldn’t do that.” You open your legs wider and move your hips, to get more friction.

“And I shouldn’t be doing this either.” He releases your hands and he lifts your shirt, letting your perky breasts get some air. He flicks his tongue across your right nipple and pinches the other.

You feel yourself squirming under him and you want him to lick every inch of your body.

“Don’t stop doing that.” You whimper as he sucks your left breast and massages the right. “Mi dulce novia, such a sweet sweet girl you are.” He kisses each breast and he sits up. “Stay still.” He tells you as he moves down the bed.

You watch him as he yanks your boxer shorts off and he rubs your lips together. Your spread your legs wide for him and he looks at what’s between your thighs. “God your scent is so intoxicating, mi amor.” He takes the tip of his tongue and he traces your inner lips.

You know he said stay still but you buck your hips a little so his face was deeper between your thighs. “Mmm, don’t do that again.” He grips your thighs and dips his tongue inside of you deeper.

“I…I can’t help it.” You moan out as you watch him. “Yes you can. Be a good girl for me and take it.” Miguel lets your thighs go and he massages your breasts as he continues to licks and sucks your center.

Your head falls back as you let out a silent cry. He licks you deeper and lets his fangs graze over your sensitive lips. “Don’t stop, just please don’t stop.” You moan as you grip the sheets. “Mmm, I won’t.” Miguel twirls his tongue around your clit and he gives a slow and hard suck.

That causes a hum in your lower stomach. You sit up and you groan for him to do that again. He looks up at you and holds your hips now. He sucks and shakes his head at the same time causing you to whimper and groan. You tell him how good it feels, you moan out how you want him to keep going till you make a mess of his beautiful face.

He obeys and he sloppily sucks and licks your clit. It jumps and you can’t help but buck your hips as he’s trying to hold you still. “Mmm not yet.” He moans against your lips. You don’t listen, you grab his hair and you start to fuck his mouth.

You don’t even care about the consequences, you just want to come. He sucks and groans as you whine that you’re coming. Your legs jerk and shake as you come hard against his mouth. When you finish climaxing you let Miguel go and he looks at you. His chin was wet and he had drool and cum on his lips.

Instantly you were throbbing. God this man was turning you into a nymphomaniac. “You want more, don’t you?” Miguel asks as he gets up off of his knees. You nod and lean forward to reach for him but he yanks you back and shakes his head.

“On no, no, no. Only good girls get to have a taste. I told you not yet and yet…you took it upon yourself to come all over my face and make this mess. Now what should I do with you?” He says as he leans his lips close to you.

“Whatever you want.” You say with a smile. He nods slowly. “Whatever I want? I want to fuck that smile off of your pretty face. Giro de vuelta, Tommie. Put your head on the pillow and keep this ass up.” You turn and as he pushes your head down, he props your ass up and he spanks it.

You let out a moan and he yanks your head back. “You said whatever I want to do right? Well I’m going to pound this pretty pussy into the mattress and come deep. And after I come deep I’m going to fuck that come deeper inside of you. Now if this gets too much, you know the safe word right?” You try to nod but can’t. “Usa tus palabras, princesa.” He says in your ear. “Spider, the safe word is spid-” He moves your head back down onto the pillow and you hear him yank his boxers down and he slides in deep. Not letting you get adjusted to his size.

You bite the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Next time, fuck. Next time you’ll listen. Right Tommie?” He pounds into you quickly and you moan out something that sounds like a yes. But you were fuck drunk right now.

“You like being my good princesa. Don’t you?” He goes faster and you arch your back as he palms you open and goes deeper. God this man was going to split you open, but you didn’t care. You liked this. No you loved this. You loved how Miguel could make passionate love to you one second and then fuck you senseless the next.

“I do…I do.” You manage to moan out. He pounds you harder, causing his weight to fall on you. Your legs give out and you just take being fucked into the mattress. “Oh god, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me. God put you on this earth for me.” Miguel moans in your ear as he grips you. Again you were going to come. You feel yourself clench around him and he makes your entire bed shake.

Everyone in the building could probably hear you. But did you care? Fuck no.

You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and grunts. You feel him fill your guts with his seed and you bite down on his hand from pleasure. He stills and you both were breathing hard. “Don’t think I’m done, I said I was going to fuck the cum deeper inside of you.” Miguel says as he kisses and bites at your neck.

••••

It was around 4am when you crawl out of bed. Miguel was sleeping peacefully and you had to get something to drink. You grab two water bottles from the fridge and decide on a small snack. Miguel did take a lot out of you.

You smile to yourself as you grab some grapes from the fridge. As you wash them off you notice something red under your nails. You look at them and that’s when you remember. Miguel was hurt. You had his blood on your hands. You put the grapes back in the fridge and you start back to your bedroom. As you go to open the door you hear Miguel’s voice. But it sounds like he’s talking to someone.

“…she’s safe and that’s all that matters…look Lyla I need you to make sure that the door stays closed for as long as possible. I can’t have her getting hurt because of me.”

Who is he talking to? Who’s Lyla?

You try to listen in again but whoever he was talking to must be speaking because you couldn’t hear a thing.

Your shoulder hits the door and you hear Miguel go silent. “Amor?” He calls out to you. You pretend that you were sleepy and you open the door. “Sorry if I woke you. I was just getting some water.” He gives you a smile. “It’s fine, come back to bed.”

You crawl back in beside him and you wrap your arms around him, just to check something. “Miguel, how are you feeling?” You ask. “I’m feeling great because I have you in my arms, mi corazón.” He kisses your temple and you both settle in the bed.

You give a gentle squeeze and watch his reaction. When he doesn’t react you frown. You know that Miguel was hurt at the restaurant. You have his dried blood under your fingernails to prove it. So how is it that he is fine? And what was he talking about before you had entered the room?

It was time to do a personal investigation on your boyfriend because somethings just wasn’t adding up to you.

••••

You had came up with a plan to check on Miguel but you needed some help. You and Erica were in the living room as she was finishing up with your goddess braids. “Last one.” She says as she combs out your long curl and gets the braid started.

“Erica we’re good friends right?” You ask as she raises her brow at you. “Girl now you know we are. Why else would I be braiding your wide head for free?” You roll your eyes at her comment and mutter that your head is normal size.

“Anyways, I was asking because there’s something about Miguel that just isn’t adding up.” She pauses after you says that. “Saint Miguel? The Miguel that had been over here every night keeping you company? Girl what’s up?” She keeps braiding and you sigh.

“He has secrets, and I just…I want to know. So I was thinking maybe we can…spyonhim.” You say in a rushed tone.

“Let me get this straight, you want to spy on your boyfriend to see what he’s hiding?” You nod and she hums.

“Let me finish this braid and then we can get ready.” You were shocked. “Wait, it’s just that easy?”

“Yeah, T it is. After I’m done I’m gonna get some wigs and I’ll do our make up. Can’t have your man out here catching us.” You go to hug her but she pops you in the forehead. “Sit your wide head back down, before this braid comes out crooked.”

•••

You two were downtown and you had spotted Miguel coming out of a book store. “Should we go see what he was looking at?” You whisper to Erica. “No, we already know. He was looking at some books, now come on before we lose him.” You two get up and keep a far distance from him.

Even though you two were far back, you still felt nervous. What if he caught you two following him? Sure Erica had a red wig on and you had on a blonde one. And yes your makeup was done in a way where he couldn’t recognize you two.

But still, there was just something about you that would sure enough make Miguel see and pick you out of the crowd.

Miguel was just now walking into a building that looked like a college. You both follow inside and you see him getting on an elevator. “Erica come on!” You take off running which you instantly regret because he had held the door open for you.

“No, no, I can wait.” You say in a fake accent. “Miss it’s no problem. There’s plenty of room.” Miguel tells you. You get on but keep your back to him and you keep your shades on.

“Nice weather today.” He comments. “Mhm.” You say as you press the button to open the door. “You know miss, pressing that button isn’t going to get you to your destination any faster. And if I seem like bad company, I’m truly sorry.”

You stop pressing the button and sigh. “I just have an important engagement to get to. And…you seem like a nice man. I’m sure your girlfriend or boyfriend is lucky.” You say to test him.

“Actually I’m the lucky one. I get to wake up everyday knowing that my girlfriend makes my day. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and if she will have me then I hope to make her my wife one day.”

The guilt hits you like a freight train and the elevator dings on the floor you wanted to fake get off on. “I’m sure you’ll make a great husband then.” You say over your shoulder.

“Oh and amor?” You turn out of reflex and hum. “Ye-shit.” He laughs and he plucks your shades off. “How did you know it was me?” You ask as you look at your feet.

“Amor, I have been on top of you, under you. And engulfed in your scent. Did you think you could just disguise yourself and I wouldn’t know? Besides your hips they settle in a way that only you can do when you stand.”

You look up at Miguel and frown. “What if I were just a random lady? You mean you would’ve looked still?” Miguel smiles at your pout and pressed the elevator button so it closes. “I only looked for a second, amor.”

“A second? Seems too quick to me. I feel as if you’d stare for much longer than that.” He shakes his head and he lifts your chin. “A second is all I need. Then again when it comes to you, I’d need a lifetime.”

“You’re not getting off the hook for the staring.” You say trying to stay mad. “I wouldn’t dream of you not punishing me. But before you unleashed your fury, how about I show you around my office. And be sure to tell Erica that you’ll be with me for a while.”

“How do you know Erica is with me?” You ask meekly. “Princesa, who else would join you in your crazy schemes?”

He does have a point.

“I’ll just send her a text.” You say as you pull out your phone.

When you two leave the elevator you feel like a kid in a candy story. All lab coats around working on robotic equations. You even see a lab assistant working on a mechanical leg.

“This way, Tommie.” Miguel leads you down the hall and you stop, pressing your face against the glass. “What is that?” You ask in awe. “That, is just a secret project that the higher ups are working on. If you can keep from running and looking like a gawking teen maybe I can show you.” You whip your head back. “Please!” He laughs and gently pulls you away from the glass.

He brings you to a common area and you stop because there was a white board with an equation on it. “That’s all wron-I mean it’s nothing.”

“What’s wrong, amor?” You eye the white board and he looks in that direction. “I don’t want to step on any toes but the equation is wrong. Can I?”

“Be my guest.” You walk over to the board and wipe off just the ending. “This? This right here it’s says it needs a 45 degree angle but it really needs a 37. And the volt level is off, that much voltage could kill a five ton elephant. And, yes. Give me a second.” You bite your bottom lip as you correct the equation and stand back.

“Perfect.” Miguel says behind you. “Isn’t it? I don’t know who wrote the equation but now it’s perfect. I remember when I was little my parents would sneak me into the lab with them and let me play with some of the equipment. My mother would test me on theories while my father would let me help him build this special battery. It was suppose to be a form of energy. Clean energy that would only need dirt to make it work. I would laugh because how is it clean if you need dirt? Am I right?” You turn to Miguel and he was just standing there admiring you.

“I’m talking too much, sorry.” He shakes his head. “No, Tommie. I love hearing you talk. The light in your eyes always shine brightest when you talk about your passion and your parents.” You smile and put the marker down. “My parents are the reason I think this stuff is fun. They made it fun for me…you know my dad met my mother by becoming her assistant?”

“Really?”

“Yes, he said he saw her at a summer program back in high school and he just had to know her. God it’s funny. He said he almost made the lab blow up because he wrote down the wrong equation. They made a deal, he would build and she would make sure the other work would be perfect. They…they would’ve loved you. You know. Because you are a man of science.” You close your eyes trying to keep the tears away and Miguel pulls you in. “Well I love what they left behind.”

You look up at Miguel and just stare.

Did he just admit that he loves you? There’s nothing wrong with that, but are you ready to admit that you love him too?

“You know, they have an excellent program for tech engineering. I could put in a word for you.” He says interrupting your thoughts. “Really! I mean, no, no that’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Besides, I can keep an eye on you instead of that Tony Stark.” You scoff as he opens his office door for you. “Careful Mr O’Hara, you’re starting to sound jealous there.” He closes the door behind him and he holds you from behind.

“I told you I don’t like to share. The thought of that idiot near you…” He gives a heavy sigh. “You don’t have to worry about him. I am yours. I promise.” You turn in his arms and he twirls a strand of the wig.

“Blonde doesn’t suit me.” You comment. “I think anything you have on your body suits you. Especially me.” He wraps his arms around you and his hands spreads across your hips and ass.

“Miguel, you didn’t just bring me to your office so we could possibly have sex on your desk, did you?”

“De qué estás hablando? I brought you up here to show you something special.” He says as he squeezes your ass. “Miguel…I know that look in your eye.”

“What look, amor? I always look at you like this.” You place your hand on his chest. “Miguel, you are going to get us in trouble.” You smirk at him as he lifts you up.

“No we won’t, amor. I know what I’m doing. I’m showing you my work.” He places you on his desk and he lifts up a big manila envelope. You reach for it but he brings it out of your reach. “First things first, dame un beso.” You grab Miguel by his tie and yank him close.

“A kiss is all you want for me to look at your work?” He nods and you pull him in. “Well I better make this kiss worth it then.” You kiss him deeply and he places the envelope down and holds your body close.

You two finally break the kiss and his eyes were red. “You know, if you worked here as well, we could do this all the time. Maybe you can become my assistant.” He says as his ruby eyes searches yours.

“Well I have a policy, Mr O’Hara. I keep my business life professional. So in other words, I don’t have sex with my bosses.” You say as you look at him through your lashes.

“That’s a good policy, but maybe for me you can make an exception.” You shake your head. “No, no, sir. I can’t break my policy. What would your colleagues think?”

“I don’t care what they think, I want to see your legs in the air while I savor what’s between these delicious thighs.” Miguel leans forward which makes you lean back. “That’s not very professional. But I can see the allure in that.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yes I do. Maybe…I can make an exception. But only a small one.” You say as you gently push him back. You get off of his desk and he watches you.

“I like your desk, it’s quite spacious.” You say as you pull the chair back. “It is spacious, imagine you were under there having the time of your life. No one would ever know except the two of us.”

“Let’s test it out then.” You get on your knees and crawl under his desk. Miguel gets a big grin on his face as he unzips his pants and pulls them down to his ankles.

As he sits down you look up at him from under the desk and you stroke him with both hands. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.” Miguel moans out as you lean forward and suck just the head. You stroke him faster and just when you’re about to suck him deeper his door opens.

Miguel straitens and he glances down at you. “Amor, please.” He mouths. “Mr. O’Hara are you busy?” You hear a voice and instead of stopping you keep going.

Miguel clears his throat and shakes his head. “I have t…time.” You twirl your tongue across the head and it turns you on knowing Miguel has to show restraint while you suck him off.

“Good, I wanted to talk to you about our project. I took it up with the president of the company and he said that….”

You watch Miguel’s eyes roll back as you suck under the head. You can tell he would want nothing more than for his co worker to leave the room. So you have fun with this.

“….Mr O’Hara are you listening?” He grunts out a yes as you attempt to deep throat him. “Are you sure? I can come back later.”

“Y..yes come back later.” You hear their footsteps leave the room and the door shuts behind them. Miguel moves back and he gives you a cold glare. “Did that turn you on, amor? Knowing someone was in the room while you suck…suck me off?” You go to answer but he pushes your head back down.

“Oh no, don’t stop now. Keep going.” You open your throat and gag a bit causing him to moan. “Suck just like how you were sucking when my colleague was in the room. Fuck this mouth might get me fired.” Your eyes start to water but you take him deeper and he lets out a whimper. He places both his hand on the back of your head and starts to fuck your throat.

“Cariño, no pares. Por favor, no te detengas.” He begs as his head lolls back. You feel his pre in the back of your throat and you manage to suck down to the base.

He start moaning and stuttering in Spanish. You have no clue what he’s saying this time but you know he is in utter bliss. He lets you go and you still for a moment as he comes down your throat. You swallow all of it and when you slide him out of your mouth you were smiling.

“Come here.” He helps you off of your knees and he goes to kiss you but his door opens again.

“Oh I’m so sorry!”

“You will knock next time!” Miguel snaps at him without breaking eye contact with you. You wipe the corners of your mouth and touch his face, causing his body to relax. “It’s okay. I was just leaving. I’ll see you after work.” You stand up and Miguel would do the same if his pants weren’t at his ankles.

“You don’t have to. You can stay.” Miguel begs. “Oh no, it’s looks like you have a lot of paperwork. Besides, when you get home I’ll be sure to have dinner for you….and dessert.” You wink at him and he glares at his colleague. “What did you forget now?” He asks with annoyance in his voice.

You leave his work place and meet up with Erica in the lobby. “What happened?” She asks as you two leave outside. “He knew it was me, but I still didn’t get anything.” Erica snaps her fingers.

“I can call my cousin. You know the detective.” You hesitate. “I don’t know.” She stops you. “Girl I’ll have him do just a background check on him. Nothing crazy. It’ll put your mind at ease.” You let out a deep breathe and look up where Miguel’s office would be. You see him staring down at you and you nod. “Just to put my mind at ease.”

Previously, Next

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hearts4hughes · 2 years ago

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“look at how red your face is!” with luke! fyi, i could t get your who you write for list to load!

blushing - luke hughes

luke hughes x fem! reader

warnings: one swear i think? tooth rotting fluff

notes: not proofread!! i’m in aruba on vacation in case anyone was wondering about the lack of writings. on another note, IM SO FREAKING PROUD OF LUKE. HE MADE HIS NHL DEBUT ONLY 6 DAYS AFTER THE FROZEN FOUR LOSS!!!

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walking into the sophomore house, you are instantly greeted by the hockey team squished together in the small living room.

“hey, y/n/n.” they all yell out, sending you small smiles before directing their attention back to the action movie displayed on the tv.

you walked further into the house, stopping when you reach the chair that luke was sitting on and plopping yourself onto his lap. you threw both your legs over the armchair and relaxed your body against luke’s. subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close.

no one in the room even flinched at the actions between you and luke. this was normal for you two.

luke was your best friend. when taking the job of the umich hockey team’s media admin, you felt out of place. that feeling of displacement quickly went away after you met luke- one of the team’s defensemen. he introduced you around and made you feel wanted on the hockey team.

you were a breath of fresh air to luke, showing him sides of himself he’d never seen before. luke didn’t realize it at first, however, while your friendship grew with each other, so did his love for you. he played it off as just love for a very close friend, but he knew he was lying to himself.

not long after, you started experiencing different feelings of your own for luke. you’d notice yourself laugh a little too hard at one of his jokes or blushing when he walked into a room.

it was pretty obvious you two were both in love with each other. the hockey team would continuously flame you both for being in love with each other, but you and luke just shrugged it off. like everyone else, you two were aware of the feelings you had for each other.

“hi, lukey.” you smile, your cheeks flushing a bright pink.

he turns his gaze away from the tv screen, locking his eyes with yours and breaking out in a toothy grin.

“hi, lovie.” he speaks softly, pulling you even closer into his chest, if that was even possible.

“i missed you today.” you admitted, taking a deep breath and letting his scent fill your nostrils.

luke giggled, kissing the top of your head before cheekily responding, “just today?”

pouting, you playfully hit his shoulder, sending him a sarcastic glare.

the rest of the night you try to focus on the movie, but you fail miserably. looking away from the tv, you study luke’s features. his face wears a serious expression as he intensely watches the movie. ever so often, he lets out a small chuckle at a funny scene in the movie, causing a smile to tug at the corners of your lips. his so damn gorgeous, it’s not fair.

out of the corner of his eye, luke catches you staring at him.

“like the view?” a smug grin takes over his face.

“i do.” your voice was a little more than a murmur.

red floods luke’s cheeks and he begins to bite his bottom lip.

“pay attention to the movie, not me.” he says, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips.

“but you’re more interesting than the movie.” you exclaim- a little too loudly.

the small exertion causes everyone to look your way, slowly observing what was happening. it wasn’t that surprising to the team that you two were barely paying attention to the movie, so engrossed in each other.

embarrassment shoots through your body. you awkwardly clear your throat, directing your attention back to the film. it only takes minutes before your swept away in a deep slumber. the sound of your soft snores fill luke’s ears, giving him a sense of comfort.

if he could, he’d stay here snuggled up with you forever. the way your body is radiating heat onto his makes him want to be this close to you every day. the way your lips were slightly parted made them look so kissable. the only thing luke would change about this situation would be that it wasn’t happening in the middle of movie night with the entire hockey team.

“hughesy?!” dylan yelled out, taking luke out of his trance and back into reality.

blinking a few times, luke realizes that he’s missed the end of the movie from being so entranced with you.

“yeah, sorry,” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“were you even listening?” mark furrows his brows, chuckling deeply.

“um, about what?” luke asks, dumbfounded.

“of course he wasn’t listening.” rutger states blatantly. “he’s too obsessed with his girlfriend.”

a familiar pink color paints luke’s cheeks as rutger refers to you as his girlfriend. the room erupts in laughs and snickers at luke’s reaction.

“she’s not my girlfriend.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“not my girlfriend my ass.” rutger mocks, throwing popcorn at luke. the piece of popcorn hits luke on the bridge of his nose, causing him to flip rutger off.

“she isn’t my girlfriend!” luke defends once again, widening his eyes.

“look how red your face is, hughesy!” mackie shouts, hitting luke’s shoulder.

mark throws his head back in sarcastic laughter. “dude, she’s literally laying across your lap with your arms wrapped around her… and you are trying to tell us she isn’t your girlfriend?”

luke looks down to the beautiful girl laying on top of him, but doesn’t remove his arms from their resting place around your waist. “so what? we like to cuddle. a lot of best friends do.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, hughesy.” dylan shrugs, rising to his feet and exiting the room.

deciding he’s had enough of this abuse, luke stands up, holding you protectively in his arms and walking up the stairs. when he rounds the corner to his room, he carefully places you down on the bed, making sure to not disturb you.

“luke,” you call out softly.

“yes, lovie?” he coos, slipping into bed next to you. his arms find your waist, pulling you close. you rest your head against his muscular chest, breathing in his scent.

“i love you.” you admit, closing your eyes tight, not wanting to see luke’s reaction.

all the blood drains from luke’s face. his throat runs dry and his palms get sweaty. “what?” he asks, not sure if he imagined that or not.

“i love you, lukey.” repeating your sentence, nerves start to set in. ‘you just confessed your love for luke- your best friend- how else was he supposed to react?’ was all you could think.

after a few moments of not responding, tears start to well in your eyes. “never mind,” you mutter through gritted teeth, wiggling out of luke’s hold.

luke- who is still processing the information- doesn’t realize his sudden silence is upsetting to you. “y/n,” his voice is soft.

“no, luke.” you snap. “it’s fine. i was stupid to say that.” swiftly, you jump out of luke’s bed, taking a moment to get your bearings, and head to leave luke’s room.

“y/n!” luke calls out once again. he kicks the covers off of himself and rises to his feet. you try to quickly exit the room, but he grabs your wrist before you can. “wait, please.” he’s basically pleading now.

you didn’t want to hear your best friend rejecting you. the silence after your confession was enough for you to get the hint. “luke, listen, it’s ok. i guess i just misinterpreted our relationship. we are always flirting and stuff…” you pause nervously. “i thought- i thought that… you liked me.”

luke’s heart shatters at your tone of voice. he can’t help but notice the tears waiting to spill out of your eyes, or how you are biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back sobs. he made you feel this way. he made you feel unloved. he winced at his thoughts.

“but y/n,” his thumb reassuringly rubs your hand. “i do like you. shit… i love you.”

your eyes go wide. tears begin to slip from your eyes. however, they aren’t sad tears, they are happy ones.

“kiss me.”

luke doesn’t waste anytime, quickly closing the gap between you and putting his lips on yours. the kiss is passionate and gentle. but also sloppy considering luke’s sense of urgency to kiss you more, and more.

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conandaily2022 · 1 year ago

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Karol Croes biography: 13 things about Miss Universe Aruba 2023

Karol Croes is an Aruban beauty queen. Here are 13 more things about her:

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nonasuch · 2 years ago

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The 2022 Miss Universe pageant was last night!

Which means: the National Costumes are here.

Yes, there is video. It’s worth watching if you want to see how some of these look in motion, but I’m warning you in advance that the emcees keep doing these shitty little rhyming couplets, and they will make you want to strangle them with one of the many available voluminous gown trains. So I’m suffering on your behalf, and liveblogging.

First up: Albania.

Sparkly flag-inspired bodysuit with train is the voting “present” of the Miss Universe National Costume Competition.

Angola. She did a fun dance on her way to center stage, which would probably not have been possible in her original costume, which was “tree-inspired” and too big to ship to New Orleans.

Argentina. This is where the video does come in handy, because without it I would not be able to award her First Contestant To Visibly Struggle Under The Weight Of Her Outfit. It’s a waterfall. The rainbow crotch area was certainly a design choice.

Armenia. I would like to see what’s going on with the bodice behind the... shield thing? but she never put it down.

Also, it turns out that when one contestant has a costume dedicated to solemn remembrance of the Armenian genocide, and the contestant immediately after her has a costume that’s about beach parties, there is kind of an uncomfortably abrupt tonal shift that happens onstage.

Aruba. Like I said: weird tonal shift! She did a little shimmy dance at Miss Armenia as they passed each other and it was clearly awkward for both of them. This is made of recycled materials leftover from Carnival, which is cool? I guess?

Australia. This is a prom dress. Boo.

Bahrain. A rare pants look! There’s a lot of detail in the headdress and bodice that’s kind of getting lost, but it looks cool in motion. Also the theme is apparently “Bahrain is rich as fuck,” so congrats I guess?

Belgium. Okay so the theme of this costume, my hand to g-d, is “the window on the International Space Station that Belgium built.” Why does this requires a shit-ton of leftover Christmas tinsel and some very awkward-to-wear angel wings? I do not know.

Belize. This is fun! It’s a good “lesser-known Batman villainess” kind of look. Like if Ivy and Catwoman co-mentored someone. The actual theme is “the world’s only jaguar reserve, which is in Belize,” but I think it’s also kind of implying that she might be a were-jaguar. Which, again, is fun!

Bhutan. This goes in the “just an actual regional/folk costume” category, which is also kind of like voting Present, but it looks like the fabrics are nice.

Bolivia. She has an entire Andean condor on her head so I’m already on board. This photo only shows the cloak, which is covered in silver spangles in honor of Bolivia’s silver mines, and is also why her condor is perched on a miner’s helmet. The dress underneath is entirely made of swags of sparkly gold beads, so the visual effect is actually pretty nice in motion.

Brazil. The construction details on this are actually quite lovely! Lots of intricate beading and rhinestone work. Unfortunately that doesn’t convey well at any distance, and also that white fin peplum thing flaps around really awkwardly when she walks. Oh, wait, she can flip it up to be a clamshell thing behind her head!

That looks much better.

British Virgin Islands. First giant flower of the year!

Bulgaria. Apparently this is made of neoprene? So with that and the rainbow stripes, the effect ends up being kind of “what if Midsommar, but at a rave.”

Cambodia. It feels weird to say “yep, standard Miss Universe warrior goddess costume” but basically that’s what this is. I do like the green-and-gold color palette, though.

Cameroon. “The baskets represent the nation’s agricultural movement.” Okay! I like how it’s giving “Valkyrie, but make it Global South,” though I’m not sure three entire country-shaped cutouts were necessary.

Canada. Another fine Miss Universe tradition: contestant who knows how to dance en pointe so she’s going to goddamn wear a costume that goes with pointe shoes, Or Else. Some nice beadwork! I would let her be the third, secret red swan in Swan Lake if that were a thing.

Cayman Islands. Sexy Blue Iguana is a fun concept! There’s a tail in back of the cape.

Chile. Sexy Atacama Desert is kind of abstract, as these things go, but I respect her choice to wear something she could walk in.

China. Hilariously, the announcer was like “This look... does not match the bio we were given, so I’m gonna wing it!” The fabrics are nice -- the satin drapes and moves well -- but the embellishments are kind of meh compared to some of the Miss China looks I’ve seen.

Colombia. This is a legit great Sexy Phoenix, but I need you all to know that her crown got turned a little sideways while she walked to the stage and she clearly knew it and just as clearly could do nothing about it, and I feel bad for laughing but it was funny.

Costa Rica. Sexy hummingbird! I think I’ve identified a recurring theme for this year. Corset and wings are made of recycled materials, which is nice, and they look well-made -- a lot of wing-based costumes tend to flop around or go crooked in motion, but not these.

Croatia. Oh, honey. This has big “my mom helped me make this the night before it was due” energy, unfortunately.

Curacao. “Meet the Fisherman’s Wife, a woman with a key role in Curacao’s fishing industry.” Okay? Honestly you could have left off the basket and said “this costume represents the beautiful marine life of Curacao” and I would have been like “yep, checks out” but now I have many follow-up questions.

Czech Republic. This is meant to be a Mucha-inspired look but uh. Mostly it’s just. beige. I’m starting to feel like all the other Slavic countries saw advance photos of Miss Ukraine and were like “let’s just phone it in this year, girls, there’s no point.”

Dominican Republic. “This costume recognizes the importance of birds in Dominican culture.” They did make it with silk feathers, which I appreciate, because it would have been very weird to use real ones with that mission statement. Also I like her headdress, and the giant feather fans are a good way to nod in the direction of wings without the hassle of actually wearing wings.

Ecuador. This looks good in motion! She did some dancing onstage that worked well, and there’s a great sculpted Inca head scowling on the back of her headdress. This is still only a few notches above voting Present, though.

El Salvador. “History of Currency,” which is definitely a concept! The Bitcoin wizard staff is sure something.

Equatorial Guinea. A perfectly nice entry in the “actual regional costume” category, but on the video I was like “oh, yikes, her headdress is really wobbly” and then it FELL OFF and I felt so bad for her.

Finland. “Spirit of the Forest”? Fuck off, that’s a prom dress. Boo.

I’m going to pause here so this readmore doesn’t get completely out of control. Shit, there are 50 more of these? Well, I have only myself to blame.

#miss universe #miss universe national costume

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britany1997 · 1 year ago

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Sunkissed

Pool Boy! Michael x Fem! Rich! Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this collab @misslavenderlady and I did based off a poll she did about a pool boy fic:) we did equal work on this fic so please interact with both posts equally!!! Writing with Lave is so much fun! She’s kind and encouraging and they deserve the love!!!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, brat/brat tamer, soft dom, thigh fucking, praise kink, don/sub dynamics, massage, nipple play, semi public sex, cum marking, aftercare

Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long.

So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs.

Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.

Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.

He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.

Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off.

But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it.

That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth.

"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!"

A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course.

Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you.

Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.

As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray.

“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.

Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls.

"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped.

Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully.

"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"

All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.

Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie.

You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue.

“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.

The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques.

Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.

“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured.

“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?”

Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”

The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that.

He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world.

Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues.

"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."

You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement.

"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"

"Stop that!"

Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."

You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.

While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.

You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.”

He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly.

You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.

If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work.

You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.

Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.

Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim.

Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends.

With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did.

"What??"

The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again.

"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."

You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.

Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.

“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”

You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.

You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you.

"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."

Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.

There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got.

"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.

Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what.

When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.

You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter.

You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”

God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip.

"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl.

The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch.

You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him.

The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.

"Wh-What're yo-"

"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"

You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were.

When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo.

He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you.

Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand.

His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”

You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock.

All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl.

"Yes, Michael," you whispered.

With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever.

"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit.

If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did.

You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.

“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.

“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”

“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back.

“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit.

"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure.

"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."

Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got.

"Michael," you whimpered out.

"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier.

"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."

Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.

You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.

He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”

Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?

“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.

Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”

“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.

“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”

You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”

“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.

“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”

He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears.

His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy.

"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby."

It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive.

"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?"

"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"

Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him.

"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"

Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.

“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.

Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.

You bit your lip, “Michael?”

“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.

Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.

Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss.

But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more.

"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch.

"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"

You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”

You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.

“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.”

You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.

Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.

"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now.

"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair.

He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.

You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.

You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.

“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.

Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.

He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”

He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other.

"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted.

Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments.

"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"

He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body.

There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased

His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”

You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”

You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.

He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.

God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second.

Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.

"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now.

The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl.

He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.

Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck.

“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear.

You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”

He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“I like when you call me Mikey.”

You could have melted right there.

Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout.

“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.

“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”

His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.” Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.

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Teenage Woes Part 2

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: Here we gooo

Synopsis: A certain person finds out what the triplets have done and takes matter into her own hands to set them straight while Jack it at his wits end with Axel's antics

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You had just gotten back from Aruba and it was around four in the morning. Attempting to walk into the house quietly, you took to the steps while dragging your huge suitcase behind you and silently cursed to yourself about how much you bought since your bedroom was in the middle of the hallway and you were doing your best to not have to take breaks.

Once you were finally in your room, Jack was sound asleep as you ventured over to the closet to begin to put your clothes away and peel off the clothes that you had on so you could hop in the shower and quickly get in bed in order to sleep. The goal was to sleep in for as long as you could before waking up your youngest three to help them get ready for the day while the oldest three were on their own. You meant what you had said before you left for your girls trip, that you wouldn’t bend over backwards for them anymore like you had been doing since they acted nothing but ungrateful towards you.

They had to learn the hard way and Jack was also in the same boat right along with them because he had gone behind your back and given them the okay to have their phones as well as their car keys and it wasn’t until you confronted him about it that he quickly took them back.

Once moisturized and in a clean set of pajamas, you looked at your phone to see that it was around 5:30 in the morning and decided to sleep in the guest room not even wanting to be bothered with Jack. All of them had a lot of making up to do in order to get back in your good graces.

It was now close to 8 in the morning when you finally got up and made your way downstairs to see that Jack was packing lunch for Cash and Camden who were sitting at the table fascinated by something on their tablet and eating their breakfast. Once they saw you, they immediately hopped out of their seats in order to greet you.

“Mommy! You’re back.” Jack looked over at you and simply smiled at you which you didn’t bother to return. He would talk to you about it after he dropped the kids off at school.

“We missed you. Daddy can’t cook.” Camden whispered the last part in your ear and all you did was laugh.

“I missed you too. And he’s gotten a little better. Go and finish your food so that I can take you to school.”

“I’ll take them, babe. I know you only got here a few hours ago and you can go back to sleep.”

This caused you to do a double take as you looked over at your husband in disbelief before crossing your arms.

“Worry about your oldest three, not them. I don’t mind.”

“Just let me do this, okay? I took them already and they’ve been on their best behavior since you left..” Jack pleaded with you and you finally agreed.

“Well of course, they’ll always be on their best behavior for their favorite parent. Anyway, where’s Nova?”

“PRESENT! Mommy, you’re back! Can you help me with my hair?” Nova asked you as she came into the kitchen and you immediately nodded.

“Of course, how did you want it?”

“Two French braids please.”

She sat down at the end of the table and handed you the comb in order to part her hair and you quickly braided it. Once finished, you handed her back the comb to put back upstairs in her room and looked over at the clock on the wall to see that everyone needed to leave in the next ten minutes in order to not be late.

Cash got down from the table first taking his bowl with him before going over to Jack so he could put it in the sink while Camden soon followed after he took his last bite.

"Come on, let's wash your hands so we can get in the car and leave." Jack told the two of them and they each moved their step stool in front of the sink to do so while Nova was putting the last of her things in her backpack and you were deciding on what you wanted to eat.

"Say bye to mommy so we can go."

Cash was the first one to hop up into your lap and you proceeded to kiss his cheek as he gave you a hug.

"Love you, mommy."

"Love you too, bubs."

Camden quickly followed suit and soon you were put into a bone crushing hug by Nova. You swore that she grew two inches in the two weeks that you had been gone.

Jack leaned down to kiss the top of your head and bring you into a hug after she had finally let go.

"I'm still mad at you." Was all you said to him and he sighed.

"Babe…."

"No. And I was serious about you using your hand for a month because you are not putting your hands anywhere near me."

"I… let me drop them off and we'll talk about it when I come back."

"There really isn't any to talk about because I made myself clear before I left how this was going to go. As for now I'm hungry and about to make myself food and then go back to sleep."

When Jack had gotten back, he found you in the kitchen making what looked to be brownies and he went to grab one as you quickly slapped his hand away.

"OW!"

"Don't touch that. They aren't for you."

"Baby, can you please tell me what I can do to fix this?" One thing that he hated was the two of you being at odds and he was really feeling it now because he was caught in the middle of what his triplets did.

"I'm just so over the situation that it doesn't even matter."

"Yes it does because my wife is walking around our house upset and all I want to do is make it better."

"You already know the answer so I shouldn't have to tell you. I am literally three seconds away from giving the triplets and you the silent treatment but I'm not going to. I should have stayed away longer."

"We need to make a decision and stick to it no matter what regarding them."

"I told you that you already knew the answer and if Autumn steps another toe out of line, hair out of place…."

"She's not going to. I'll make sure of it."

"If she doesn't like me now, she seriously is not going to like me then." You answered thinking of possible consequences in your head. You had absolutely no problem sending her away until she learned how to respect you as well as the rules that you had set into place.

"She does love you, just…"

"No. You always take up for her and I'm sick and tired of it. You have done that ever since she was little and I distinctly remember you thinking that it was going to be me who let her get away with everything, but look how the tables have turned. I don’t even recognize my once sweet little girl."

The two of you used to be partners in crime until she turned fifteen and then you had no idea what happened. Something had shifted and it wasn’t a good shift.

"Because she literally acts like you. I know you've noticed. She actually came to me and asked what she could do for you to accept her apology."

"But the disrespect towards me? I never did that to my mother or father because I knew better. And it seems like ever since they turned 16, they don't know how to fucking act but for her it started last year. But remember she's not apologizing if she doesn't mean it. I'm not taking care of anyone who is not grateful for all that I do towards them. I love them with everything in me and I do not take for granted the opportunity to be a mother, but they are seriously testing my patience." You answered while placing another batch in the oven.

"I agree that it was uncalled for and she should have never spoken to you like that."

"My patience is gone so…" You said while shrugging and Jack ran a hand through his curls.

"We'll get through this, babe."

"The only way we'll get through it is if we do this as a team."

“I know. So do you want to tell me why you slept in the guest room when you came back this morning?”

“Simple, I didn’t want to look at you.”

“BABY!”

“I’m just being honest. I needed a moment to myself and I really don’t get that anymore. You really made me feel as if what I say doesn’t hold any weight and doesn’t matter. I know you didn’t see it that way and apologized for it but still.”

“We have a surprise for you a little later this week and I think it will help ease some of the tension. But we’re all going to do better moving forward.”

“I’m not going to believe you until someone shows me.”

A few days later, it was Tuesday morning and Jack happened to be driving through Louisville in order to go to your favorite bakery to pick up the blueberry muffins that you like when he spotted Axel standing outside of Carmichael’s with a bunch of his friends and quickly turned around and pulled up outside of the store.

“AXEL WYATT HARLOW GET YOUR ASS IN THIS CAR NOW!”

Axel was startled at the sound of his father’s voice and he turned around to see him red in the face and fuming.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath and sighed before walking to the passenger side of the car and getting in.

Jack started driving and was silent for the entire time they rode to the bakery. Once he parked is when he finally turned to Axel.

“I’m convinced you want your mother to kill both of us.” Jack said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Dad…”

“I didn’t ask you to speak. So now we’re skipping school after me and your mother are paying that expensive ass tuition for all THREE of you to go there?”

“Please don’t tell her.”

“HOW CAN I NOT? SO I DROPPED YOU OFF AT SCHOOL THIS MORNING AND YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE AND WASTE MY MONEY IN THE PROCESS.”

“You have more than enough of it.” Axel muttered and Jack did a double take.

“Forget this gentle parenting. What the actual fuck is wrong with you? So you think money grows on trees now?”

“No…”

“Do you not know how hard me and your mother have worked for all six of you to live comfortably and not have a care in the world? I cannot believe that actually came out of your mouth. What happened to my little quiet innocent Axel who used to never talk back, never got an attitude, would always offer to help when you see that me, your mother, or siblings needed it? And you’ve been smoking because I smell it. So, once again you aren’t listening to the rules we’ve set in place.”

All Axel did was stay quiet.

“Being quiet now isn’t an answer. You had so much to say before so speak up. Since you want to step to me like you’re a grown ass man, stand on it. Obviously that means you can provide for yourself now, right?”

“I’m sorry.” Axel quietly said and Jack just shook his head at him.

“Yeah, I bet you are. Go in the bakery and get your mom’s favorite muffins. That will be your peace offering after you tell her what you did and I will be standing there the entire time so try and lie to her if you want.”

Axel took Jack’s credit card and did what he was told and actually came back with two containers of them knowing that one probably wasn’t going to be enough.

Once the two of them reached the house, it was around 12 PM and you were caught off guard as you saw Jack with Axel and he was holding two containers of muffins.

“Jack…” You started to say, but all he did was cross his arms to look at Axel.

“Tell her what you did.”

“Umm…”

“What is going on? Ax, are you okay? Are you hurt?” You asked now, becoming nervous and checking him out for bumps and bruises.

“5….4…3…” Jack began to say, but Axel immediately blurted it out.

“Skipped school and dad caught me in front of Carmichael’s and I was smoking. I got your favorite muffins as a peace offering.” Axel hesitantly said as he placed the muffins on the counter and all you were doing was looking at him.

Nothing was said for a few minutes as you were trying to regulate your breathing and this made both of them become nervous.

You calmly walked past both of them in the direction of the stairs and they were calling out to you in order to get your attention.

“MOM!”

“Babe!”

All you did was go up the steps and proceed to slam your bedroom door and lock it before either of them could get to you.

“Mom! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise!” Axel said while knocking on your bedroom door while Jack was simply behind him pacing back and forth.

You didn’t give him a response.

“Mom, I know you’re mad, pissed even but…..”

That was when he suddenly heard your voice.

“Axel Wyatt get away from my bedroom door NOW.”

Axel sighed in response before going into his own bedroom and once you heard his footsteps move away from the door, you opened it and was met with Jack who saw your eyes full of tears and you being red in the face from anger.

“Baby girl….”

“I don’t even know what to say anymore. I’m taking the golden girls for a walk.”

Once Ivy and Autumn were picked up by Jack and brought home, Autumn said she had a gift for you and for you to sit in the living room and she would bring it.

As Autumn handed you the box, you immediately knew it was a Birkin and for the first time in your life you weren’t impressed.

Opening it, you saw that it was a shade of baby blue outlining the black material and knew she did this and definitely asked Jack to buy it since this is one of the only colors that you didn’t have.

“Do you like it? I know you don’t have this one so I picked it out for you.” She quietly said and all you did was look at her before placing it back in the box.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by this because I’m not.” Was all you said and she started to look nervous while Ivy and Axel exchanged looks with each other.

“Well… I…. I figured that this was a part of my apology to you. Well all of us really.”

All you did was slide the box back towards her while Jack’s eyes went wide.

The fact that you didn’t even want the Birkin spoke volumes and then he knew that he as well as his three oldest children were in deep shit.

“Hmm, no thanks.”

“But… you love Birkins and have been obsessed with him since forever.” Axel offered and all you did was stare at him.

“Your point?”

“Mommy, we’re really sorry for how we acted. We know that you’re so hard on us because you care about us and only want the best for us.” Ivy finally spoke up, but you weren’t budging.

“Spend time with your favorite parent. I have a nail appointment and then I have to go and get Nova, Cash, and Camden. Oh, and don’t forget that Maggie wants all of you over for dinner later, but just you four are going.”

“Wait, babe. What? Why?” Jack asked and all you did was stare at him before responding.

“You know why. I have things to do so I need to get a move on.”

“But mom…” Axel started to say, but all you did was get up from the table and make your way to your bedroom in order to get dressed.

Once you had left, the triplets looked at their father who immediately sighed.

“I definitely thought the Birkin would work.” Axel said and all of them agreed.

“So, what now?” Ivy asked and for the first time Jack didn’t have an answer.

“This usually always worked so now I don’t have any idea what to do. I swear the three of you better not pull any more shit because she’s going to become unhinged and none of you have truly seen your mother when she’s pissed off.”

Later that evening, once everyone had settled at the dinner table at Maggie and Brian’s house, she was confused on why you as well as her other grandchildren were missing and thought that you would have shown up by now.

“Where’s Y/N and my other babies?” The table was quiet and the triplets didn’t dare make eye contact with her. Jack started to speak, but was immediately cut off by Clay.

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but you’re three oldest grandchildren as in Ivy, Axel, and Autumn have been extremely disrespectful towards her and talking back as well as getting suspended for cursing teachers out, fighting, smoking, and also skipping school so she told Jack to deal with them until they can learn to respect her and respect the rules that they set in place for them. Did I get it all, you three?” Clay asked while turning to look at all three of them before looking back at his mother and the look on her face had her ready to body slam them.

“EXCUSE ME? YOU THREE ARE DOING WHAT?”

“Grammy…..”

“Autumn, do NOT. Brian hand me my phone to call Y/N on facetime. One thing I will not tolerate is you disrespecting your parents. Especially my daughter who gave birth to all three of you.”

“Oh, and Autumn also said that they were cut out and not pushed out to her face. Forgot Jack told me that.” Clay added while patting him on the back and all he did was sigh.

You answered on the second ring on facetime when you saw that it was Maggie.

“Hi mom! Are you okay? Why are you making that face?” You asked and she sighed before answering you.

“Clay has told me that those oldest children of yours have been disrespectful towards both you and my oldest child and I had to call you to confirm.”

“Hmm that sounds about right, but your oldest child isn’t innocent either.”

“Oh shit.” Clay muttered while looking down at his plate.

“Oh, really? Tell me more.”

“I took Ivy and Axel’s phones away after they got suspended and told Ax he couldn’t play in his soccer game all for Jackman to turn around and do the complete opposite. They had the nerve to buy me a Birkin like that was going to be a peace offering for the way that they had been acting.”

“If it was me and Y/N…” Clay started to say, but Maggie cut him off.

“Clayborn, SHUT IT.”

Clay simply held up his hands in defense as Jack was simply being interested in his mashed potatoes.

“Where are you right now?”

“Me and the babies are at Vincezo’s having a date night. We got dressed up and everything. Until the four of them act like they have sense, they aren’t allowed to go with me anywhere and yes Jack is included in that. I’m sick and tired of how they’ve been acting and since I don’t want to deal with it, I’m not going to. Oh and Autumn did say Jack was her favorite parent and how people in prison get treated better than they do and she’s not going to apologize because she doesn’t mean it. So they can stay there with their favorite parent while me and the babies go to Six Flags this weekend. All I try to do is the absolute best for them, but if they don’t want me too, that’s fine. Cam, baby let me help you cut that. It’s too big and I don't want you to choke.”

“Okay, sweetheart. That’s all I needed to know. Just make sure the four of you stay safe while I deal with your triplets and my oldest child.”

“Love you mom! Have fun because I think it’ll fall on deaf ears. Tell dad I said hi!”

“Will do, love you too.”

Once Maggie hung up, the room was silent.

“Mom…” Jack started to say and she immediately held up her hand while Brian was scratching the back of his neck looking nervous.

“The three of you have some nerve. Some serious nerve to be acting like this when you all were literally born with a silver spoon in your mouths. I get that you’re teenagers and want a little bit more independence but how is that going to happen when you show your entire ass and show that none of you can conduct yourselves? Autumn, you are the exact replica of your mother, but she never acted as horribly as you are. Yes, she fought, but the fact that you are also having secret boyfriends and going behind your parents backs? And Ivy, I assume you’re the one who cussed out your teacher. When were you taught to do that? And Axel, the quietest of my grandchildren is now smoking and trying to go through the rest of his life without a lung and skipping school and getting caught by your father. And how dare you say that you were cut out. So that makes it easier? Having to visit the three of you in the NICU everyday made it easier? Having postpartum depression from having the three of you made it easier? Putting her career on hold for the three of you so she could be a full time mother made it easier? At one point, we didn’t even know if Axel would still be here! And the fact that you opened your mouth to say it to her face.”

“Um, grandma, Autumn said it, not us.” Axel quietly said, but all she did was glare at him.

“Do you honestly think I care who said what at this point? That doesn’t take away how disrespectful you three were.”

No one spoke for a few minutes as Maggie began massaging her temples.

“You three don’t even know the half of what your mother has gone through to have you as well as keep you. So many times I thought that she would break, but never did and I’m proud to see how far she’s come from that shy little fourteen year old to a grown woman and I will be damned if her own offspring are disrespectful towards her. All three of you be quiet and eat your food and after this conversation tonight, if any of you do the slightest thing that is out of line of what their rules are, I will come and get you and you will be enrolled in Grandma’s boot camp for the rest of the year and you will not like it. Do not try me. And none of you are getting birthday and Christmas gifts this year so don’t bother asking.”

“Yes ma’am.” All three of them said as they continued to eat. Ivy didn’t really have an appetite, but knew that she should eat since you hadn’t been cooking lately and would probably have to eat a frozen burrito.

“Jackman, living room. NOW.”

The two of them were now sitting next to each other and Maggie had her arms crossed while staring at him.

“Mom, I know.”

“Then why did you do that?! The two of you have to be on the same page because they are going to think that they can get away with anything and that’s not the case!”

“It was only the first time for them. Not like Autumn who has been suspended multiple times.”

“There is no reason for them to get a shorter punishment just because it was their first time. You’ve become so lenient with them and Y/N isn’t and I thought when they were born that it would be the opposite. You are not their friend, you are their PARENT. You two need to get on the same page and also text Y/N to bring me and Brian a slice of cheesecake. All four of you have stressed me the hell out tonight and when I call Y/N for an update, this better not happen again.”

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misslavenderlady · 1 year ago

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Sunkissed ☀️

Michael/Female!Reader

Summary: Michael gets a summer job as a pool boy, and you have the pleasure of watching him work up close and personal. He's not a fan of your spoiled behavior, but he's got his ways to sweeten you up~

This is a collab I did with @britany1997 based on a poll I did about a pool boy fic idea. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, spoiledrichbrat!reader, teasing, flirting, brat taming, soft dom, praise kink, d/s, sunblock massage, undressing, nippleplay, semipublic sex, thigh fucking/intercrural sex, cum marking, aftercare

credit to @bloodsoakedtooth and @tvneon for the gifs!