#my closer called out tonight and it was ad change night (something that takes up two extra hours and it supremely annoying

[borgeslabyrinth]

My boss (who scheduled me a close and then a morning shift back to back) is absolutely shocked that he did that.

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Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of SA!!! smut (minors dni), alcohol. If I missed anything please let me know!

Summary: You and Jake have never seen eye to eye, but when a guy creeps you out at his house party, does that change?

A/N: awful summary lol sorry I’m so tired and have been wanting to post this for ages. This is not as good as I wanted it to be, or as long, but I do not have the patience for that. For some reason the ideas were just not flowing for this fic, so I feel like it’s kinda jumpy. Sorry about that!! Also, my requests are open!! Anyway, enough of me yapping. Enjoy!!

This was not your thing; parties. It’s not that you hated them, but a nine pm bed time meant a lot more to you. Drinking made you sleepy. However, parties are especially not your thing when Jake is there. Even more so when they’re hosted at his house.

Much like tonight.

You can’t deny Josh’s puppy dog eyes for very long though, and you weren’t going to let one person ruin your night. He’s hosting the party anyway, so he has much more important things to worry about than trying to piss you off. You thought.

You thought wrong. As always.

The night begun smoothly. You felt confident and sexy, your dress hugging you in all the right places. You weren’t planning on getting into anyones pants tonight, but it felt nice to know you could. With that being said, you also felt nervous. You and Jake couldn’t get along at all; you can be civil when needs be, but it never lasts long. If you can’t get along sober, you doubt adding copious amounts of alcohol is going to have a positive impact.

You made your rounds of everyone, making sure to say hi to the people you knew; also making sure to keep well away from Jake. You and Jake have been holding the battle of “who can be the meanest” for quite some time now, and you honestly can’t even remember how it started, but you strongly disliked him. You’re both extremely stubborn, so as much as you feel bad for feuding with your best friends’ brother, you wouldn’t be caught dead making amends. And neither would he.

Obviously your first point of call after saying hello was getting yourself a nice, strong drink. A necessity, in your opinion. Definitely a necessity when jake’s around. You’d already lost Josh, who you came with, and you were now left to fend for yourself. You did know a good amount of people, but everyone knew everyone else more than you knew them, so you weren’t really sure where to start.

You wondered back to the main event, scouring the room for someone you know well enough to join their conversation. As you were looking around, you caught the eyes of Jake. His shirt was buttoned up by two buttons, max. You couldn’t quite see due to the darkness of the room. Speaking of, he’s wearing sunglasses. What a douchebag you thought. I mean, seriously? Sunglasses? In an almost pitch black room?

His hair was falling nicely, though. The sunglasses were giving his hair something to flow against, and it was framing his face well. It doesn’t matter how much you hate him, you will always be jealous of his hair.

He smirks at you, mischief written all over his face. You roll your eyes and move on. You promised Josh you wouldn’t argue with Jake tonight, and you really did feel bad. You know how hard it is for them to navigate this.

However, Jake had other intentions. He started walking over; you knew you were well within your rights to walk away, but you also knew that this would happen at some point, so you might as well get it over and done with.

“You look cute.” He mentioned sarcastically, gesturing to your dress.

“Thanks. Wish I could say the same about you.” You retorted with an eye roll, taking a step away from him. You wanted as much distance between you as possible.

“Oh, c’mon. You and I both know you like what you see.” He suggested with a cocky smirk, pointing at himself. He took a step closer, closing the space between you that you had just made.

“Seriously? You have that big of an ego? Take a look at yourself for once. You’re wearing sunglasses in a dimly lit room. Could you look like more of a dick?” You replied, taking a sip of your drink. You knew he enjoyed this a lot more than you did; you were easier to piss off.

“Look at myself? Look at you! You look like you’re begging to take someone home in that dress.” He laughed, throwing his head back. ‘Always so dramatic’ you thought.

“Yeah? Well at least I could take someone home if I wanted to, which I don’t, for the record. You can’t, not when you look like as much of an uptight prick as you.” You argued. You felt like steam was coming out of your ears. He always had to dig deep. Every time.

He began responding, but you had already started walking away. Like you said, you’d promised Josh you wouldn’t argue with him tonight, so you really didn’t want it to go any further.

You spot danny and Sam and take this opportunity to distract yourself. “hey guys, you having fun?” You asked as you waved at them.

“Hey y/n, did Josh ditch you? Already?” Sam queried, turning to face you. Danny sniggered beside him in response.

“Well, yeah. But I promise that’s not why I came to chat.” You knew that whatever Sam was suggesting was just a joke, but you also knew that if Josh hadn’t of ditched you, the overwhelming joy you felt when you saw them probably wouldn’t have been as intense.

“Yeah, whatever. How’s things with Jake? I see you’ve continued your feud.” Danny joined, subtly looking over to Sam. They know exactly how to wind you up. You will never understand how they find the humour in this situation; if it was the other way round, you would’ve grown impatient a long time ago.

“Yeah, but that’s done for the night. I’m really not in the mood for it to carry on tonight.” You said as you grabbed your drink to take another sip, taking a seat next to danny.

“Are you ever in the mood for jake, though? You say that every time, and every time the feud continues.” Sam giggled.

“You know, he’s right. How did this ‘feud’ even start? I can’t quite remember.” Danny said. Him and Sam were now laughing a little too hard considering how unfunny their comments were. At least you didn’t find them funny.

“You know what guys, maybe I will carry it on. Just for you.” You remarked, pointing your finger at both of them to further emphasis your point.

“Oh, we would love to see that.” Laughed Danny, turning to face you completely.

“Maybe you should just fuck it out. I mean, if all of our mutual friends can agree on that, maybe we’re right.” Sam added, without laughing. He was serious. He seriously suggested you ‘fuck it out’. With his brother.

“You guys suck. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab another drink.” You began walking away as they laughed; obviously happy with themselves for managing to wind you up.

You made your way into the kitchen, your eyes landing on a guy stood in the corner. You smiled politely as you walked past him to make your next drink. “You on your own?” He asked. Are. You. Serious. You thought. You were not in the mood for this.

“Uh, no. My friends are just in the living room, where everyone else is.” You said bluntly. You hoped that gave him the hint that you were definitely not interested.

Obviously, it didn’t.

“Your ass looks beautiful in that dress.” He said boldly as he took a step closer, looking you up and down.

“Thanks, but I’m not looking for any of that tonight.” You smiled in an attempt to soften the blow, whilst taking a step back.

“C’mon, you can’t wear a dress like that and not want some attention.” He laughed, reaching his hand out to brush your arm. You quickly retracted.

You were starting to panic slightly as it was clear he wasn’t getting the hint. “I’m okay, really.” You reiterated, taking another step back. You were now against the counter, awaiting his next move.

As he started to take a step towards you, Jake walked into the kitchen, pausing as he witnesses the guy come closer to you; again trying to reach out and touch your arm. He flicks his eyes to you, and you look at him with pleading eyes. You really hope he can see what you’re trying to tell him.

“Hey, what are you doing, man?” Jake asked, flicking his eyes between you as he walked further into the kitchen.

“That’s none of your business, man.” He mocks, drawing his attention back to you.

“It is when it’s my house. Did she tell you she was interested in you before you cornered her?” He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He folded his arms and leaned on the counter, raising his eyebrows as he impatiently waited for his response.

“Well, I- no, but-“

“Enough said. Get off of her and get out of my house.” He spoke with a steady tone, pushing himself off of the counter and moving out of the way, further prompting the guy to leave.

You breathed out, not even realising you were holding your breath. “Thank you so much.” You sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to ground yourself.

“Yeah, are you okay? Did anything else happen?” He asked with panic laced in his voice. He walked over to you and moved his eyes over you to check that you were okay.

You looked up at him. His eyes were laced with concern and worry; they looked softer, It was different. He always looked at you with such annoyance, but you liked this. “I’m okay. Thank you, Jake.” You replied. You really were okay, but unwanted men coming onto you will never get less daunting.

“I’m sorry that happened. If you need anything, you let me know. My bedroom is upstairs to the right if you need some quiet.” He said softly as he ran his hand through his hair, letting it fall back into place.

You were taken back, to say the least. You and Jake were never nice to each other unless absolutely necessary, but even then you were still throwing dirty looks around like there was no tomorrow. It was a moment of clarity. You would see Jake acting somewhat similarly to others; always so kind and caring. But never towards you. You wondered what it would be like to not dislike him so much, and to actually get along with him. Although this only gave you a small taste of that, you liked this a lot more than hating him. You still hated him though. You’re way too stubborn to admit that you might like him, even to yourself.

“Thanks. I’m okay, I promise. I always get shaken up when this type of stuff happens. I just need another drink.” You laughed a little, trying to soften the mood slightly. You picked up your cup and started to fiddle with it. You felt too awkward just standing there.

“Yeah, sure. Help yourself. Do you want me to stay with you and then help you find josh? So you’re not on your own again?” He suggested as he walked past you to get a drink out of the fridge.

What the fuck? You thought. You knew Jake could be nice, but you never expected him to be this caring. Not in a million years.

“Uh, yeah, actually. Would that be okay? I don’t want to steal you from your own party.” You mumbled, starting to pour a concoction of various kinds of alcohol into your cup.

“Of course. I know where he is, so it shouldn’t take long.” He reassured you with a soft smile, brushing past you to find a bottle opener for his drink.

You grabbed your drink and went with Jake to find Josh. Once you found him, you said your thank you’s to Jake and walked over to Josh.

“Was that Jake? Were you just with Jake? Did you just smile at Jake?” He asked, an excited grin on his face. He got up from his seat, eager to find out if your battle with Jake has finally ended or not.

“Yes, yes, and yes. Some guy was being a massive creep and Jake saw and kicked him out. He was really sweet, actually. It was weird.” You said, taking a sip of your drink whilst stealing Josh’s seat.

“Does this mean you both like each other?” He said, completely disregarding the small mention of the creepy guy; you didn’t blame him, though. This was exciting for him. His smile widened as he got more eager by the second.

“No. I still hate him.” You said firmly. You were not admitted the fact that you maybe, slightly like Jake. Not happening.

“Ugh, c’mon, y/n. You know he can be nice, you’ve seen it yourself. He’s even been nice to you now. Without any prompting.” He pleaded as he sat on the edge of the table opposite you.

You leaned back against the sofa and sighed. You looked at Josh’s face and you could see he was desperate for this to finally be over. “Okay, fine. I don’t like Jake. However, I’m not as inclined to gauge his eyes out when I look at him anymore. Happy?” You reasoned.

He shook his head and smiled. “Fine. This is a starting point, then.”

“Sure. You can call it that if you’d like.” You giggled. It was clear he was a little frustrated, all he wanted was his best friend and brother to get along, but it was fun to wind him up sometimes.

As the night went on, people slowly startled to filter out the party, only leaving a few people. You were thinking about jake, and how he helped you. You wanted to repay him, so you took yourself to the kitchen and began clearing up some of the used cups. You figured he would appreciate this, since no one likes cleaning up the morning after whilst morbidly hungover.

You were nearly done when Jake walked in. He paused in the doorway, “What are you doing?” He asked, not moving.

“Oh, hi. I’m just cleaning up a little bit. Thought it might help you out tomorrow when you’re hungover.” You stated, smiling at him and continuing to throw away all the trash laying around.

“You don’t have to do that.” He began to walk over and attempted to take the bag from your hands. You pulled your hands away.

“You didn’t have to help me earlier.” You looked up at him and sent him a reassuring smile. You really wanted to help out.

“How are you doing after earlier?” He asked, ignoring your previous statement.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you helped.” You replied, setting the bag down on the floor when there was no more trash left on the counters.

“How are you getting home?” He wondered, picking up the trash bag and moving it to the doorway so he could take it out later.

“Oh, I was just going to get a taxi.” You said as you fiddled with your rings, again feeling awkward with this new tone of conversation between you.

He shook his head, “No, you can stay here.”

“Why do you care how I get home?” You retort. It came out slightly harsher than you expected, and he took a step back.

“Why do i care?” He repeated. “Look, we might not see eye to eye, but what happened to you tonight wasn’t okay. He might not have done anything, but who knows what might’ve happened if i didn’t show up at the right time. I know you know that, and I also know that you’re going to have overwhelming anxiety about getting into a taxi, by yourself, at night. I’m not willing to let you do that whilst you’re also drunk and vulnerable. What kind of person would that make me if I didn’t care?” He said, raising his voice. He began to walk away from you, making his way out of the kitchen.

You rushed over to him, grabbing his hand to pull him back into the kitchen, “Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I guess I’m just used to keeping my guard up around you.” You apologised, looking up at him. You realised you were still holding his hand, so you hesitatingly let go. You’d never really been this close to him, and you weren’t complaining. You studied his features, moving your eyes around his face.

“I know, me too. I’m sorry for shouting, it’s just annoying because I was being nice, and you sort of threw it back in my face.” He said as he did the same to you; studying your features.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss him, or what his calloused hands would feel like against your bare skin, or how he would feel insid- stop. You still hate him. You thought.

He wondered the same about you. He wondered how soft your lips would feel; how you would taste. He was willing to find out. In a moment of boldness, he began to move closer to your lips. He was getting closer, closer, clo-

“Hey guys- wait a minute. Did I just interrupt something?” Josh said as he walked into the kitchen, a smirk beginning to spread on his lips.

You both moved away from each other, not wanting to let on that you were making up with each other; or whatever you were doing. You weren’t really sure what just happened.

“No.” You both spoke at the same time.

“I was just clearing up, and then Jake came in. That’s all. What were you going to say?” You stuttered. You fiddled with your rings again, looking down at your hands.

“Oh. Well, I’m going to bed. I’m staying here tonight by the way, Jake.” He turned around and made his way out of the kitchen and upstairs to the spare room.

You giggled at Josh as you turned round to face jake again. “So, am I staying here, too?” You asked. You felt bad asking, but he was pretty clear on his opinions about you getting a taxi.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He responded. He reached his hand to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. He obviously felt nervous. Or awkward. Probably awkward, you assumed.

“Yeah, thanks. Can I take a shower?” You asked. You felt gross, you always did after drinking. You noticed his eyes move over you, sparking a warm feeling in your belly. You tried to push the feeling away, not prepared or ready to feel this way about him on such short notice.

“Yeah. The bathroom is upstairs, opposite the top of the stairs. The towels are in the cupboard next to it.” He replied whilst pointing upstairs. Neither of you moved, you just started at each other. You were both equally as confused at what happened before Josh interrupted. Was it a moment? Was it not a moment? Who knows.

After a few seconds of painfully awkward silence and staring, you left to go upstairs and take a shower. You found the towels in the cupboard that Jake mentioned, and turned the shower on. You adjusted the temperature so that it was a little warmer, and peeled off your dress. It felt good to get it off of you; you never found tight dresses as the most comfortable option.

You tied your hair up in a bun after seeing the stingy amount of options for shampoo. You also didn’t fancy sleeping in wet hair. You stepped in and immediately relaxed at the feeling of the water hitting your back, making every effort to not get your hair wet. You took your time washing yourself, not wanting to leave the warmth of the shower. Your mind wondered to Jake. You’d always thought he was attractive, but you were never attracted to him. Probably because he was never nice to you. But after tonight, after seeing the caring side you’d only ever observed, you felt differently about him. It was hard to dislike him as much when you had been on the receiving end of his selflessness and kindness. You wondered what this meant for your relationship with him. Were you still enemies? Or were you walking into new territory with him? You weren’t sure.

Eventually, you decided to get out and began drying yourself. You wrapped the towel around you and tried to find Jake to ask where you would be sleeping, and if he had any clothes for you to wear. Both questions which should’ve been asked before you got in the shower, you realised. You found him in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed in just his trousers. You’d never seen him shirtless, and you’d never say no to seeing it again; that’s for sure.

You knocked gently on the door despite it being open, to let him know of your presence. He looked up and raked his eyes down your figure. You felt exposed.

“Hey. I was just wondering if you had anything for me to wear, and where I was sleeping?” You asked, speaking gently to not wake Josh up.

“Uh, yeah. You can sleep in here, if that’s okay with you. I’ll find you some clothes to wear, just give me a second.” He said, getting up from his bed and making his way to the chest of drawers to find some clothes for you.

“But where will you sleep?” You asked, feeling confused as you watched him dig through his clothes.

“On the couch downstairs. Here, you can wear this top. You can wear these pyjama bottoms if you want, but they’re a little big on me, so they’ll probably be big on you, too.” He muttered as he handed the pile of clothes to you. Your hands brushed together, the small amount of contact bringing back the warm feeling in your stomach. Stop. You thought.

“No, I’ll take the couch. I can sleep anywhere, it’s okay.” You responded, moving your hand to the top of your towel to stop it from slipping.

“Honestly, just take the bed. Take it as my formal apology for the last however many years of shit.” He smirked, attempting to make a joke out of the ‘however many years’ of torture.

“Oh, we’re apologising now?” You countered, returning his smirk.

“I think it��s about time, don’t you? Anyway, it’s your turn now. I just made my apology.” He said as he moved closer to you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Not to erase all of our progress, but that was not a very good apology.” You argued. God, he looked good without a shirt. You thought.

“I think it was a great apology. I’m offering you to sleep in a nice, warm, comfortable bed.” He retorted, gesturing to the bed behind him.

You shook your head and laughed. “It didn’t even include the word “sorry”, Jake.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, y/n. Better?” He said, still sporting the same smirk.

You wanted to kiss him. You’d been trying to ignore this fleeting thought since you were in the kitchen together, but it was becoming insufferable. You squeezed your legs together at the sheer thought of him touching you.

“Better.” You responded, “I’m sorry, too. Truly.” You said, setting the tone to something more serious than before. You had less of an issue apologising to him now that he had initiated it, but you were so ready for this battle to be over between you.

He stared at you, not really knowing where to go from here. He also really wanted to kiss you; he thought you looked good in only a towel, and imagined how easy it would be to remove it. He imagined how you’d look underneath it, having to stop himself from finding out. He could see the swell of your breasts under the towel and felt himself starting to get hard. He saw your eyes flick down to his lips and linger there, before moving back up to his eyes. Does she want this, too? He thought. He took this as a signal that you felt the same and leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

You were in shock. You had been wanting this, but you did not realise he wanted it, too. You leaned into the kiss, feeding your hands into his hair. You tugged it at the roots slightly, earning a little groan from Jake in response. This felt so wrong; but it made sense. You wondered if all of your friends were right; maybe it was just built up sexual tension.

His hands moved round your waist, squeezing at your skin. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip begging for entrance, which you granted. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling and grabbed his arms, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You needed him, and he needed you just as much. You felt his hard-on press against your lower stomach. You could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him inside of you, and reached your hand down and palmed him through his trousers. He sucked in a breath and pulled away, “Stop. Are you sure you want this?” He asked with concern and desperation written all over his face, pushing you away from him slightly.

“Yes, Jake.” You whined. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that; you were aiming for a steadier, firmer tone, but you found it hard to care, It’s not like you weren’t getting a little impatient.

He leaned back in, kissing you with more passion than before. He moved his hands to the top of the towel, silently asking you to take it off. You obliged, taking your hands away from his neck and unravelled it, letting it slide down your body.

He moved his eyes over your body, groaning at the site of you. “Fuck, you look so pretty.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and kissing you again.

You moved your hands to his belt a second time, undoing the buckle and chucking it on the floor. You undid the buttons and he slid them off, stepping out of them and kicking them out of the way. You saw his growing bulge through his boxers; you wouldn’t be lying if you said your mouth started watering at the sight. You wanted to taste him.

So you did just that. You got down on your knees, using his thighs as an anchor to ensure you didn’t keel over; that would be embarrassing. He looked down at you, his jaw slack and his hair draped around his face. He took his hand and gently cupped your cheek, slowly guiding your head forward. “You want a taste, baby?” He whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded your head yes whilst you took your hands to the tops of his boxers, he stopped you. Again.

“Words.” He demanded, tightening his grip on your jaw.

“Yes, I wanna taste you.” You muttered, still gripping his boxers.

He nodded, giving you permission to carry on. You slid his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. There was pre cum dripping out of the head, and you swear you almost started dribbling at the sight.

You leaned forward, his hand still pressed against your face, and licked up the side. He took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, moving his hand so that he could grip your hair.

You took the head into your mouth, sucking gently. You wanted to tease him. You moved down slowly, hollowing your cheeks ever so slightly. “Ah, fuck. Don’t tease.” He uttered. His breathing was starting to get irregular as you continued down his length.

He was getting impatient. He needed to be inside of you, and you were taking too long. He moved his hand to the back of your head, edging you forward and testing the waters. You hummed around his cock, giving him approval.

He moved your head forward, forcing you to take almost all of him into your mouth. He was huge; to say the least. You hollowed your cheeks as much as you could as he created a rhythm for you. You moved your hand from his thigh to the base of his cock, jerking him off slowly as you took the rest of him in your mouth.

He hit the back of your throat and you gagged around him. His hand faltered as he threw his head back, “Jesus, y/n.” He growled, pulling your hair harshly. You could start to feel him pulsing in your mouth, and you knew he was getting close. He was panting, at this point. His hair was sticking to his face and his jaw was slack. He looked hot, and the need you’ve been feeling for him has just increased by an obscene amount.

Almost as if he could sense your increasing desire, he pulled you off of him. “I nearly couldn’t stop myself.” He admitted sheepishly whilst he helped you off of your knees, bringing you in for another kiss. He could taste himself on your tongue; he could’ve come if he carried on, the images of you on your knees flooding his head.

“Get on the bed.” He uttered, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it onto the floor. You obliged, swaying your hips as you walked over to the bed.

He joined you on the bed and pushed your legs further apart, “Now it’s my turn to taste you. You want me to taste how sweet you are, honey?” He whispered as he placed soft kisses around your dripping cunt.

You moaned at the sheer thought of his mouth on you, “Yes, please.” You whined, moving your legs further apart as a way to prompt him.

He liked a stripe down you, causing your hips to buck into his mouth at the sudden sensation. You grabbed his hair in your hands, tugging slightly. “Eager, are we? I’ve barely even touched you.” He taunted, smirking to himself at the thought of getting you so worked up.

Your cheeks turned a crimson colour from embarrassment. “Please, do something. I need you.” You pleaded. It was getting too much now; you just needed something, badly.

“Be patient.” He muttered into you, pressing his mouth against you again. He circled your clit with his tongue, and with no warning, pushed his fingers into you; setting a relentless pace. The noise you made was inhuman, and as a reminder of the sleeping beauty next door, Jake smacked his hand on your thigh. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to hide the noises coming from you.

The rate at which he was pumping his calloused fingers was sending you to the edge at an embarrassing pace; he could feel you squeezing his fingers, “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He asked, somehow pumping his fingers even faster than before.

He sucked on your clit, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You were trying to speak, but you were sure your words were incoherent. Your orgasm was imminent; you were bucking your hips, desperate to come. His fingers hit a particular spot within you, and a wave of pleasure crashed into you full force. You were chanting his name like a mantra, though you were sure it made no sense. He took his fingers out of you and began lapping you up, striving to collect every little bit of your orgasm on his tongue. “So sweet.” He groaned.

You tried to push his head away; but he was stronger than you and carried on. “Can you give me another one? I know you can, sweet girl.” He prompted, pushing his fingers back inside of you and, yet again, setting a relentless pace.

“I need you, Jake.” You begged, still trying to pry his head away from yourself. You threw your head back into the pillows as the slight pain of overstimulated faded, being replaced with pleasure. “God, Jake.” You moaned.

“You gonna come around my fingers again, hm?” He taunted, placing his mouth back on your clit straight away.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes.” You whimpered, feeling your second orgasm approach quicker by the second.

“See? I knew you could do it for me.” He remarked, “C’mon, sweet girl. You can do it. Just one more and then you can have my cock, yeah?”

His words of encouragement egged you on, and you pulled at his hair in an attempt to bring him even closer. He groaned into you; the vibrations sending you over the edge. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. You were beginning to wonder why you hadn’t listened to your friends because you did not want to wait any longer for him, and you were already half way there.

He pulled his head away, and slowed down the pace of his fingers, slowly working you through your high. He climbed on top of you, and the cold metal of his necklaces touching your chest sent a chill down your body.

You leaned in, starting a heated kiss with him. You couldn’t get enough of him; eager to feel him inside of you. He moved down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking harshly. You arched your back into him, “Please, Jake. Please, I need you so badly.” You cried, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You moved your hand down to his cock and stroked him softly, “you want my cock, baby?” He uttered, trying to conceal the groan he let out from such a delicate touch.

“I can’t take it any longer, I need you, Jake.” You demanded, quickening your pace on his hard cock. He could’ve come right there and then; the combination of your touch and your shameless begging making it hard to control himself. It was painful, and he wondered how he didn’t just fuck you up against the wall the second you removed the towel.

He removed your hand, replacing them with his own, giving himself a few languid strokes before guiding it to your entrance. “You sure about this?” He asked, his tone switching from demanding to concerned.

“Jake, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might go insane.” You stated, looking up at him with pure desperation. You genuinely thought you were going to combust with how impatient you were getting.

He needed no further confirmation, and thrusted into you. You yelped at the feeling of him; the burning sensation from his cock stretching you out catching you off guard.

“Shit, y/n. You feel so good. So ready for me.” He panted, setting an unforgiving pace. His thrusts were deep, and reached all the right places.

You wrapped your arm around his back and dug your nails into him, needing something to grip onto. He groaned at the feeling, gripping the sheets beneath him. You could feel yourself getting closer already, and so could he, “Are you close? I can feel you- fuck, I can feel you squeezing me.” He groaned into your neck, “I wont last much longer if you keep doing that.” He moaned as he started to suck on your neck, leaving reminders of tonight for tomorrow.

You tried to respond, but the immense pleasure you were feeling caused your mind to go blank. You were trying to hold your orgasm off; not wanting this to end, but to no avail, your third orgasm came crashing down. You dragged your hands down jakes back, most definitely leaving scratches for him to discover tomorrow. He fucked you through your high; not faltering once, whilst whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear, “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

You came down from your high, feeling utterly fucked out. “Can you do one more for me? I know you can- fuck, just one more, please?” He said, his steady facade slipping in an instant.

“Jake, I can’t. It hurts.” You pleaded. On one hand, you never wanted this to end. But on the other hand, you were exhausted and the overstimulation hurt.

He moved his hand down to your clit, circling his fingers around it quickly. “You said that last time, and you did. Stop being pathetic.” He growled, leaning his head into your chest to start sucking on your nipple.

Pain turned into pleasure; as usual, and your fourth orgasm was fast approaching. “You can do it, please do it.” He begged, his hips faltering as he tried to hold off his orgasm. “I need to feel you come around my cock.” He pleaded, quickening his fingers which were circling your sensitive clit.

He toyed with your clit faster, silently pleading with you to hurry up.

It worked.

Although not as intense as the last three, you were still sure you were sent to some other dimension as your fourth orgasm hit you. You could feel jakes hips faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm, whilst also keenly chasing his own.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come, y/n. Where do you want it?” He asked, his face screwed up and seconds away from coming.

“Inside! Please, I wanna feel you fill me up.” You urged as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

His hips stopped, and he let out a guttural moan that you wish you could play on repeat. You pulled his head away from your neck, trying to see his face as his come filled you up. His hair was stuck to his face with sweat, and his cheeks were a crimson red.

He collapsed on top of you, his heavy breaths heating you up even more. You brushed his hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ears, wanting to see his fucked out face.

He rolled off of you and got up to the bathroom, leaving you on your own to reflect on what just happened. When he came back, he had a wash cloth and kneeled beside you to clean you up. “You okay?” He questioned gently, stroking the outside of your thigh.

“Yeah. Just tired, is all.” You replied, smiling at him. He thought you looked cute; sprawled out on his bed looking all fucked out and tired.

He discarded the cloth and came to lay next to you, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your leg around his waist, and absentmindedly started to draw patterns on his bare chest.

“Thank you. For helping me earlier.” You mentioned quietly. You felt bad. Now that you had seen, first hand, just how caring he is, you felt bad for the way you had previously treated him.

“Look, y/n,” he sighed, “I’m not a bad person. I know we haven’t gotten along for some time now, but it doesn’t feel good to think that you assumed I’d ever leave someone to fend for themselves in that type of situation; or any type of bad situation. I personally think I just adequately apologised by making you come four times, but I think you’d disagree. So, I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you, and for all of the comments I’ve made towards you. I’ll be honest, I’ve seen the way you are towards others; the real you, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that. Now I know that you’re a great person, and always have been.” He confessed, stroking your hair softly. You were overwhelmed, to say the least. You never expected to make up with Jake so fast; let alone going from hating him, to having sex with him, all in one night.

“I’m sorry, too. I know, and knew, you weren’t a bad person. If we’re sharing secrets now, I’ve wanted to make it up to you for a while, but I was too stubborn. I would agree that you adequately apologised, but hearing you say the words made it a lot better. The best apology I’ve ever received, if you will.” You giggled softly, admiring his face. He always thought you were attractive, but seeing you in this knew light made it different for him. He wasn’t just attracted to the way you looked anymore, but you as a person, too.

You wondered what this meant for both of you. You knew you at least liked each other now, but you wanted to know him. The small taste of the real Jake you had gotten tonight was simply not enough.

“What does this mean for us? Are we friends now?” He queried, a frown appearing on his face.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you take me out to dinner and we can find out?” You countered, your heart rate increasing at your sudden boldness. He stopped stroking your hair and looked at you with a grin.

“Deal.” He agreed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. You pulled away, nuzzling your head into his chest with a giddy smile plastered on your face.

[judysxnd]

Heyyy

I have an idea for pedro and reader I just saw TSITP.

they are fighting and mad at each other she gets drunk and go to the beach. Pedro comes and drags her in the house taking by his hand

I haven't seen the show so I hope it's approximately what you expected!

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You were sitting on the table, waiting for Pedro to come home. You've been waiting for him for a couple of hours now. The night had settled, and you were supposed to be walking down the street to a restaurant for your date night. But someone forgot about you, again. You were all dressed up, swinging your legs, your arms crossed. You sitting in the dark, as the full moon was the only thing lighting the room.

It was past 9pm, and no one was home yet. You sent at least a hundred of texts, tried to call him, but nothing. If he was still working on set you knew it would be pretty useless to try and reach him because his phone was either on silent, airplane mode or turned off. It always pissed you off. What if something happened to you? No one could reach him. As each minute passed by you were getting angrier and angrier and the bottle of wine was getting emptier and emptier. You were feeling so hot and a bit dizzy. But he finally came back. At almost 10pm. He came back.

"Oh there you are" you sarcastically said as he turned the light on, turning his head towards you

"Baby I'm sorry"

"Nope I don't want to hear about it" You got up from the table, standing still for a minute as the alcohol made you woozy for a sec. "I've been waiting for you for hours!" you almost yelled

"Sorry I was working" he said taking his coat off

"Did you even remember that we were supposed to go out tonight?" His eyes widened "I swear to god" you said walking to your bedroom.

"I didn't do it on purpose cariño!"

"Of course you didn't, you never do anything on purpose!" you yelled, grabbing some clothes more comfortable to change into

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, leaning against the door behind you “are you drunk?”

"You always forget about me, you spend your time working" you stopped “and I just drank the bottle of wine, you know.. the one we were supposed to drink together after our date!” You stared at him

"Well I'm sorry I have a job that requires working a lot" you fully turned around, facing him, shocked by what he just said

"Because I don't? Because spending hours, entire nights writing, editing, filming, this is not enough for you?" you said as you walked closer to him “this is not enough for mister Peedroo?” You added, your drunken mind starting to make you even more mad

"You know this is not what I meant"

"I don't care Pedro. You could at least text me or call me, which is what I've been trying to do all night, but I bet your phone was off?"

"Yeah I'm sorry, it was on silent"

"Yeah as usual!" you said, changing in front of him

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you moving quickly to get changed

"Well I'm changing into something more comfortable since we won't go out tonight"

"We can still go out"

"At 10pm? I'm freaking hungry. I’m drunk as hell because I haven’t eaten a thing, I don't want to wait another hour for my food! Oh my god you're impossible!" You said going back to the living room, Pedro close behind you

"It's better than nothing!" You gasped, looking at him

"I can't do this" you said, grabbing your jacket and leaving your shared apartment. You didn't leave time for Pedro to say something. You need to get out of here, you were too upset (and definitely too drunk) to have a rational conversation with him. Things were already getting bad, you were already starting to say things that shouldn't be said, so it was better to leave in order to calm down.

But as you left, you were still extremely hungry. Pedro probably ate something on set, but you didn't. Time passed and you didn't move, hoping he would come home and you could eat together. So now you were thinking what to eat. You needed something fast, so you walked to the nearest McDonalds, ordered your food, and walked to the only place where you knew you would calm down, the beach.

Living in L.A. had some good sides, meaning the beach wasn't far from your apartment. In ten minutes you were there. You always loved the beach, it was one of the reason you stayed here rather than somewhere else. It always calmed you down, the sound of the waves, the feeling of the sand under your feet, the smell, everything was different and so calm, the opposite of the city you were living in.

You took your jacket and put it on the sand, not far from the water, and sat on it. You took the smell in, setting the blanket on the sand, sitting next to your food. You didn't even realise when you calmed down, but the soothing sound of the waves and finally eating made everything better.

Now that your stomach was full, you could finally think normally. The alcohol seemed to have reduced a bit. You weren’t feeling dizzy nor anything else anymore. But you couldn't help but smile. Even at night the view was beautiful. After finishing your burger and fries, you also ordered a sundae. You were eating it quietly, when you heard footsteps getting closer to you. You decided to ignore it, it was probably someone just passing by.

"There you are" Pedro's voice startled you, making you jump a little "I've been looking for you everywhere"

"You remembered I existed I'm surprised" you sarcastically said, not looking at him, still eating your ice cream. The alcohol wasn’t totally gone. He sighed.

"I'm sorry" he said

"It doesn't change the fact that it happened and that it keeps happening" you said dryly, taking another spoon of ice cream.

"I'm working a lot so that we finish early so that I can spend more time with you"

"It's doing the opposite right now though"

"Get up" he suddenly said

"What? I'm not moving" you finally looked at him

"I said get up" he said in a lower voice.

"No" he saw you weren't moving, so he started to grab the jacket you were sitting on, forcing you to get up. "What are you doing!" you yelled, stepping back, looking at Pedro folding the jacket and grabbing the empty bag where your food was.

"Let's go" he motioned for you to get moving. You frowned

"I'm not finished"

"You can finish the ice cream on the way home"

"No!" you blurted. Pedro stepped closer to you, grabbing your hand and dragged you away from the beach. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" He finally let go of you once you were on the parking lot. "What was that about?"

"I can accept the attitude, but I won't let you run away from me" you frowned once more, rolling your eyes. "I did something bad, we talk about it, but you don't get to leave me especially in the middle of the night, alone!" He kept talking. He was right though. "So you finish your ice cream, you get in the car and we go home and talk. Deal?" You sighed

"Deal" you finally said. He held his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. "Seriously?" He moved closer to you. You sighed, shaking his hand. He took the opportunity to pull you into a hug. He held you tight, kissing your head. You gave in, holding him too. "I need to finish my ice cream" you said, breaking the silence. He stepped back, smiling when he saw you were also smiling a bit.

Once you were done, you stepped in his car, where he was waiting for you. The ride was silent, but not a bad one. You were not anticipating the conversation, you both calmed down, so you knew it would be okay.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 6

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

Jay starts to open up to you a little more, you find out you're having a babygirl and go out to celebrate Stella's birthday but someone from Jay and Mouse's shared past ends up in Mollys and makes you two realize it's time to tell Mouse the truth

Warnings: the usual

You and Jay both had the morning off due to the anatomy scan which ended up being a good thing considering after you ate something and successfully talked Jay into just sleeping on your couch it ended up being almost three.

You woke up around seven thirty when your phone started ringing. You braced yourself as you fumbled for it and felt your shoulders loosen when you saw Stella’s name and the photo of her and Kelly flash across the screen.

A small smile slipped onto your face as you answered, “Happy Birthday!” she laughed lightly “Thank you! Herrman is doing something at Mollys tonight, so I expect to see the unit there” “I’ll round em up once I make it in” you replied, a yawn working its way free as you tossed your blanket off and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

“How did last night go?” she asked, your groan being answer enough “That bad huh?” “Well I didn’t cry on the phone with Mouse if that counts for anything!” you offered and she made a small noise “Oh honey. Did Jay stay with you like he said he would?” you glanced towards your closed bedroom door, wondering if he was still asleep or laying awake on your couch waiting for you to get up so he could use the excuse of needing fresh clothes to leave. “Yeah. Jay held me while I sobbed over his best friend and soothed me so I wouldn’t stress our baby. How fucked was that sentence Stel?” 

She laughed lightly “Oh sweetie. It’s gonna be ok, somehow it's gonna be ok. Today you’ll find out if I’m having a niece or nephew, tonight we’ll have fun at my birthday party and tomorrow Kelly is taking us out to breakfast then we’re going shopping” “We are?” you asked, feeling a smile slip onto your face and she laughed again “Yup.It’s my birthday so you can’t tell me no” “Yes ma’am then. In that case, have a wonderful day. I’ll bring my present with me to Mollys and I look forward to tomorrow” 

“Call me as soon as you and Jay find out!” she reminded and you shook your head “I know Stel! I promised I would. Keep your phone handy. The appointment is at nine so I’m gonna go wake him up so he can go home and get changed” “Wait, he’s still there?” she asked and you quickly added “He slept on the couch” “Babe I’m your sister. I would probably justify a murder for you so I’m not gonna judge regardless I was just being curious” you laughed, kicking yourself for being defensive “I’m sorry Stel” “I know. I still wish you’d tell me more about who said what” she urged and you shook your head despite being on the phone “No, I can handle it. It isn’t worth anyone getting in trouble” “Ok. I love you, call me” “Love you too and I will” 

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She hung up at that so you laid your phone back on the side table and pushed yourself off the bed. You couldn’t keep procrastinating or you would be late to your appointment.

You slowly walked across the room and opened the door before slipping out into the living room. To your surprise Jay was still asleep on the couch. When you looked closer you noticed the sheen of sweat covering his face and neck, along with how tense his muscles were. He mumbled something in his sleep and curled into himself. Fuck, he was having some sort of nightmare. Best case scenario you simply spooked him, worse case you tapped him and have to jump back because you’d had to do that a time or two back when you and Mouse first started sleeping in the same bed and to Jay himself a time or two when he’d dozed off at the precinct.  

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You couldn’t just stand there. That was fucking rude. You figured the best course considering your belly was to stand behind the couch and tap his shoulder. That gave some sort of distance should he need time to ground himself. You walked over and tapped him lightly before calling his name “Jay..wake up”

He jolted up and you barely caught when he said “I’m sorry” your hands instinctively went to your stomach despite knowing on every level you couldn’t have been safer than with him. He took a few ragged breaths, eyes wide before settling on you then the horror that flashed in them crumpled your already torn and tattered heart “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you..”

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You looked down at how you were holding your stomach before shaking your head “No no no! You just startled me and as it turns out this is kinda what you do when you’re pregnant and get spooked” his head dropped back against the couch and he swiped a hand across his face “Thank god. If I fucking hurt you… I don’t know what I would’ve done”

You felt your heart drop at how broken he sounded. How long had he been dealing with this? You walked around the couch and sat down next to him, turning to pull one leg up despite your belly starting to get in the way slightly “Jay, what’s going on?” 

He rolled his head to the side to look at you and the smile he gave you was a much watered down version of his usual one as one hand came out to rest on your belly. “Lil bit up yet or should I start talking directly to them?” you waited a little while and felt a small shiver around your navel “There they are” he smiled, thumb rubbing circles on your stomach through the shirt. 

You covered his hand with yours to stop the movements so you could force his attention to you. He finally raised his eyes to yours “It’s not a big deal sweetheart. Just a bad dream” You raised an eyebrow at that “Yeah, bullshit Halstead. You act like I don’t know you, like I haven’t seen the signs of it eating at someone I care about. How long has this been and I’ve missed it thinking it was just guilt over Mouse or anxiety over the baby?”

He shrugged “Technically Dr Charles said everything with Mouse could’ve trudged a lot of stuff back up I never quite fully dealt with”  “Jay, you want me to talk to you but you’ve got to talk to me too here” your voice was nearly a whisper. He shrugged, hand still on your stomach “You’re dealing with enough just growing a baby. Add in being in love with someone halfway around the world, you shouldn’t have to worry about me” 

You moved closer, bringing one hand up to cup his face where he had no choice but to face you when you spoke “Jay I care about you too. You’re my child’s father, my partner and one of my closest friends. I love Mouse yeah but don’t ever think you don’t matter to me. We’ve risked our lives for each other time and again, we’ve trusted each other with our lives.  Honestly there’s a lot worse options I could’ve been stuck with than sharing a little human with you the rest of our lives”

He smiled “Ok. I promise I’ll start telling you things” you nodded and let go of his face “Good baby daddy” he shook his head “Does this mean you’re gonna tell me who said what?” you shook your head “Good try but no. Now, go home and get cleaned up. We only got like an hour or so until the appointment and your little goblin has heard you enough I am fairly certain they are gnawing on my kidney. I need some breakfast”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna deal with you hangry” you cut your eyes at him and he grinned “I’m going now” “Wise decision” you replied with a laugh.

You laid back on the bed in the ultrasound room waiting for the tech to come in. Jay stood next to you after you’d already threatened him for fiddling with the multiple instruments the tech would use. 

There was a knock on the door then Tessa, the tech that was doing the scan walked in. “Good morning detective Kidd, detective Halstead” you and Jay both wished her good morning.

She explained that she had to take scans of multiple areas of the baby to ensure growth was where it should be, then at the end of the scan she should be able to confirm the gender. “Let’s get started, shall we?” she smiled and squeezed out the freezing cold gel on your stomach which made you hiss and Jay bite back a laugh. 

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“Your baby is right where they should be,” Tessa told you as she took a few clips of the screen. You cut your eyes up at Jay who grinned “That's a relief to know” “It really is” you agreed. She smiled at you both “Now would you like to know the gender?”

“Yes please” you and Jay spoke in unison then laughed. She pushed down slightly on one side of your stomach then moved the wand. She clicked a few buttons on the screen then moved the mouse then shifted the wand slightly “Aw there she is” “She?” Jay asked and Tessa pointed to the screen “See right there?” You and Jay both squinted at the screen “Um I see the baby but nothing where you’re pointing” she smiled “That’s my point exactly. Congratulations detectives, you have a daughter on the way”

You could practically feel Jay’s excitement so you cut your eyes up at him “Go ahead” he grinned “I knew it! I knew it was a girl!” Tessa laughed “Don’t see a dad that excited for a little girl too often, nice change” you laughed “He’s been saying for a couple weeks it was a girl” she took a couple prints and passed one to you then one to Jay “Well good instincts detective Halstead and congrats. Time to start picking out little girl names”

The moment you and Jay stepped out of the hospital you hit Stella’s number. She answered and you heard her call Kelly’s name before speaking to you “Ok, Kelly is here too” You laughed “Well aunt Stella, Uncle Kelly…you have a niece on the way” “I KNEW IT!” Stella squealed and you could hear Kelly laugh.

“That’s what Jay said too. You two plotting behind my back?” you asked with a laugh. Kelly chuckled “Those two? C’mon now you know me and you are more suited to be partners in crime than them” “That is true” you laughed then Stella got back on the phone “I love you honey and I can’t wait to meet my baby niece! I’ll see you tonight we gotta get back to work” “Love you too. Love you too Kel” “Love ya Y/N” Kelly hollered from further off before Stella hung up.

You looked at Jay “Wanna go back in and find Will?” “Who? Me?” you heard from behind you and spun to see the redhead in question walking up to you. He looked from you to Jay “So?”

Before Jay could say it you blurted out “It’s a girl!” Will grinned “Really? That’s awesome” and pulled you into a hug. “Hey man! I’m your brother” Jay teased and Will looked over your head and shrugged “I like her more” you cut your eyes back at him “Sorry” he shook his head “Unbelievable”  but you could tell he was joking from the look in his eyes.

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Jay asked why you hadn’t just wanted to wait and tell the unit once you two got in but you hadn’t wanted to disrupt the work day in case there was a case so you just started a group text while you ate the quick lunch you two stopped to grab.

Intelligence GC:

Kidd- So ladies and gents, we have a babygirl

Atwater- Thank god another of you instead of another Jay

Ruzek- I double that notion

Burgess- Always happy to welcome another girl to the team

Upton- She’s gonna be beautiful 

You passed your phone across the table to show Jay and he read the messages with a smile but when the phone chimed he grinned then passed it back. You saw there were two more texts in the chat and they surprised you the most because you expected them to just read the text and talk to you later.

Voight- So I’m grandpa to a little girl huh?

Platt- A babygirl? We needed more women around here

You cut your eyes up at Jay “So are you happy to know it’s a girl?” he nodded “Actually, yeah I am. We gotta start looking at names. I know you have a thing to not concrete one quite yet but we can narrow down some faves. We’ll stick with lil bit for now but at least we know she’s a she”

You smiled and felt her wiggle around “And she doesn’t like being talked about either” you laughed rubbing your stomach. He looked at you over the brim of his glass of lemonade “If her mama would tell me who’s talking about her I’d take away their ability to talk for a few weeks while their jaw is wired shut” you shook your head “Exactly why I am not telling you because her daddy doesn’t need to get suspended for beating the everloving hell out of another cop”

He shook his head “They’ll trip and say something in front of me or Adam” you shrugged “Maybe, maybe not but then it won’t be on me at least” 

Luckily intelligence ended up having a fairly calm day that after you and Jay got in consisted mainly of having to catch up on back due reports. Everyone had accepted the invite to Mollys, even Hank saying he’d stop in and of course Trudy would be there with Mouch. 

When it hit for everyone to head home the plan was to meet up at Mollys in two hours which was when Herrman had planned for the fun to start. You walked out with Jay and Kevin, listening to them rant about the hockey game the previous week. You shook your head “You two are ridiculous and Jay quit talking so loud” Kevin cut his eyes at Jay who grinned proudly “My little girl loves her daddy’s voice and likes to karate kick Y/N when she hears me”

You glared at him “I will kick you” he raised an eyebrow “Can you raise your leg high enough still?” “Oh snap” Kevin laughed so you stopped between them both with your hands on your hips “I can still  kick just fine, thank you very much. I can also still throw one helluva punch” 

“I’m sorry” they both echoed and you laughed “That’s more like it. Now I’ll see you both at Mollys” “You want me to just come pick you up?” Jay asked and you cut your eyes at him “I can drive myself Halstead” he shrugged “Was just offering. Making sure” “Easy lil mama” Kevin added with a wink.

You started to walk towards your jeep then stopped to say “And Jay you better have gotten Stella a present considering you knocked her sister up” he acted like he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not, a look of horror passing over his eyes so after letting him stress it for a few breaths you winked at him “I’m fuckin with you Jay! She already loves her niece”

Kevin started laughing “He was sweating that!” you nodded “He was, wasn’t he” Jay shook his head “You two are horrible, just so mean to me. I’m leaving now” “Bye Jay” “Bye” 

He headed towards his truck so you looked back to Kevin “See you at Mollys?” he nodded “Yes ma’am” before heading towards his car and you towards your jeep

You walked into Mollys and heard someone call your name. You looked towards the bar and saw Herrman waving you over. “Hey Herrman” he smiled “Hey sweetheart. I know it’s your sister’s birthday so I made a menu of virgin mixed drinks for ya” “Aww herrman” you smiled and he shrugged “You should be able to have some fun too” you looked over the menu and said “I’ll take the strawberry twist” he winked at you “Coming right up” 

While you stood waiting you heard Stella’s voice “There’s my sister” you turned to see her and Kelly working their way towards you. She pulled you into a hug, one hand rubbing across your stomach before letting you go then Kelly hugged you gently “Happy birthday” you handed her the box you’d brought which contained a necklace she’d been eyeing and tickets to a game her and Kelly had tried three times to get tickets to. 

She opened it and her eyes widened “You are frickin wonder woman!” she showed Kelly who smiled “You two are always going out for each other and still surprised” you shrugged “Its a sister thing Kel” he shook his head “You’re in for breakfast aren’t you?” you nodded “I’m pregnant food is definitely a motivator”

Herrman handed you your drink and handed Kelly a beer and Stella some green drink “Have fun” Kelly slipped an arm around Stella and one around you “C’mon” you let him lead you to a corner where Adam, Jay and Kim already were.

You cut your eyes at Jay “You mean you were here and didn’t have to come escort me?” “Ha ha very funny. I’m protective over the mother of my child” you grinned “I’m sorry for making fun of you” then sat down between him and Kim “Where’s Kev and Hailey? I saw Hank with Mouch and Trudy by the door” 

“Getting drinks” Jay motioned towards the bar and you followed his line of sight to see Kevin’s broad shoulders and Hailey’s blonde hair. You sipped the drink and Jay cut his eyes at you questioningly “For fuck’s sake it is virgin” causing everyone to crack up laughing.

Stella leaned up around Kelly “Really Jay, I love you trying to look out for her but ease up before I hit you with a bar stool” Kelly nodded “She will do so over her sister. They are a bit nutty. I’ve had to carry them both out of bar fights and that was before I was even dating Stella” “But you liked her” you teased with a laugh.

You were actually having a good day all in all. The baby was healthy and a girl. Nothing major had hit intelligence and Stella was having a good birthday. Why did it seem like lately any time you let yourself relax the universe started laughing maniacally.

You were standing with Stella at the bar, she was talking to Joe and Chloe, with her arms around you to rest her hands on your bump while she gently swayed you along with the song she’d turned on the jukebox. She wasn’t drunk by any means but she’d had just enough to be relaxed and you couldn’t have been happier than to see her happy. That was one reason you loved Kelly like you did, he made your sister happy.

The door opened and you glanced that way and felt your heart hit your feet “Oh fuck” Stella froze, eyes following yours “What’s wrong” “Where’s Kelly?” you asked, looking around for your brother in law. “Why? What’s wrong?” Stella asked, her buzz quickly fading by adrenaline when she saw the fact that you were clearly distressed by whoever had just come in. “I need Kelly. He’s the only person in here I know for a fact can hold a candle to Jay’s temper if it comes down to it”

You kept an eye on the newcomer as he walked to the bar and ordered a beer, praying he wouldn’t look at you. She looked at Joe who nodded “I’ll get him” Joe slipped away so Chloe and Stella surrounded you “Hey, look at me. Who is that?” Stella asked. You swallowed hard finally looking back at her “That’s Rev. He served with Jay and Mouse. He knows me, he met me when I was with Mouse and if he sees me being this far pregnant he’s gonna say something sideways and Jay might just fucking kill him”

Stella’s eyes hardened “No he won’t. I’ll kill him” “Hey. What’s going on?” Kelly asked when he walked up to see Chloe and Stella effectively hiding you and Stella death glaring at someone. She quickly caught him up and he nodded “Y/N he isn’t saying shit to you, ok?” you nodded, feeling comforted by Kelly’s presence.

Stella looked around and spotted Hailey “Go get Jay” she mouthed and Hailey nodded, slipping off into the crowd. Moments later Jay appeared next to Joe “What’s wrong? Is something wrong with the baby?” you shook your head and looked back towards the bar “Rev is in here” his eyes widened “Shit. Ok” he dug his keys out and passed them to Kelly “Bring my truck to her place. I’ll get her home then head home” Kelly nodded and took the keys.

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The plan was to head out the back way and double around to your jeep but once again life proved to not love your plans. Right as you and Jay were walking towards the backdoor Rev hollered across the bar “JAY HALSTEAD IS THAT YOU?” you cut your eyes at him “Go talk and I’ll leave” he nodded and turned with a smile. 

Rev however must have been more drinks in then you realized because he pushed around Jay “Hold up! Y/N” you looked over your shoulder at him, trying to keep your body angled where he couldn’t see your stomach “Hey Rev. We’ll catch up later. I gotta get going” he grabbed your arm “C’mon now. I know Mouse went back in but you’re out with Halstead. You can let me buy you a drink”

“Rev, let her go man” Jay was actually holding his temper and you were surprised. “What? I just wanna buy her a drink” he snatched your arm, probably rougher than he meant to. Rev was a big guy and when he got to drinking he didn’t think about that. 

When you stumbled and barely caught your balance Jay lurched forward to steady you and your coat fell open. Anyone with eyes could clock your bump. Rev looked from you to Jay before shaking his head “Never thought I’d see the day Jay Halstead was a Jody” you felt yourself tense “Jay don’t” 

Jay held your gaze before saying “Go back out in the bar to Kelly. Now” you shook your head “No” “Awe isn’t this sweet, Jody’s taking care of his whore” You could see the anger flash through Jay’s eyes at Rev calling you a whore but you remained rooted to the spot “Don’t Jay”

Rev, bless the fucking idiot didn’t know when to quit. He was either a brave drunk or a stupid drunk because he looked at you and smirk that was nothing short of slimy slipped onto his face “Well damn if ranger is all it takes for her and it’s good enough to have you and Mouse both spun up I might want a taste” He took a step towards you and you knew that was Jay’s tipping point.

Jay punched him and he stumbled back but didn’t go down so Jay brought his elbow back across his face and you grimaced when blood from what had to be a busted nose splattered across the floor. “SAY IT AGAIN.FUCKING SAY IT AGAIN” 

Jay slammed him against the wall and was drawing his fist back when thankfully the sounds of the fight had hit the bar over the music. It took Kevin and Kelly both to drag Jay back. You watched as Adam yanked Rev to his feet and looked at you “Wanna charge him? We got him on assaulting an officer” you shook your head “No because then he can file on Jay” 

Adam shoved him roughly towards the door “Get your ass out of Chicago and consider yourself lucky I don’t tell them to let him go” 

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Jay stopped struggling once Rev was out of his view and dropped his head back against the wall before finally turning his neck enough to look at you over Kelly’s shoulder “I’m sorry. He tried to fuckin touch you and said that and I couldn’t” You shook your head “It’s ok Jay. I’m ok” he nodded slowly and Kelly patted his shoulder “You good man?” he nodded “I’m good” so Kelly let him go. 

Everyone but Kelly, Stella and your unit headed back out to the bar. Stella stood with her arms around you and her head over on your shoulder “Are you good to get home?” you nodded “Yeah, that was just a lot”

Jay’s eyes hadn’t left you. “We’ll be by around ten to pick you up” Kelly added so you smiled “Ok. I’ll see you then” 

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You ended up being walked to your jeep by Stella, Kelly and Jay. You glanced down towards Jay’s right hand to see the knuckles were busted. Had Kevin and Kelly not been right there he would’ve damn near killed Rev.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Call if you need anything before then” Stella told you before kissing your cheek and gently rubbing a hand across your stomach “I love you both” you smiled “I love you too Stel and I’m sorry this happened on your birthday” she shrugged “It’s fine, besides after Jay beating the shit out of one of his old army buddy I don’t think anyone else is going to chance running their mouth about you”

You knew she was trying to lighten the mood so you laughed lightly but Jay just looked towards Kelly “Thank you” “For what?” Kelly asked and Jay replied “Stopping me” Kelly nodded then hugged you “Night sweetheart. Go get some rest for my niece’s sake” “I will Kel”

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You watched Kelly and Stella head back into the bar and could feel Jay’s eyes on you so you turned to face him “Wanna talk about that?” he shook his head “Not really” you crossed your arms as best as you could “Jay. You just broke the nose and possibly cracked the jaw of one of your old army buddies. Do you really think he would’ve tried to touch me out of the way in front of you?” 

He looked down at his hand, wiping the split skin with his other hand “I don’t know. I could take him calling me that and eat it, I could. When he called you a whore? I couldn’t take that. Then when he acted like you’re just out here fucking anyone and everyone? Hell no. No one is talking to you like that in front of me and for real? If mouse knew he’d wanna kill me yeah but he’d fucking kill Rev first for saying that shit to you”

You sighed “They’re just words Jay. Their opinions of me don’t matter. Thank you for defending me, our daughter will love knowing her dad was so protective of her mom but you can’t run around Chicago breaking anyone’s jaw who says anything out the way about me and this situation” 

He nodded slowly then sighed and looked back down at his hand “Maybe we should tell him” your eyes flew up to his face “What?” he shrugged “Rev rolled through without us knowing. Anyone who knows all of us could. What if he finds out from someone else and that makes him hate us even worse”

“Jay would you wanna know if roles were reversed?” he shook his head “No but I’d rather hear it from you and him than anyone else.” you knew he was right but how the hell were you supposed to do that to Mouse? 

He shrugged “Let me know when you get home?” you shook your head “Follow me so I can clean your hand because I know you won’t” he looked up at you and when you motioned towards his truck he half smiled “Yes ma’am”

You climbed in your jeep and buckled up before pulling off, thinking over what Jay had said. Maybe you needed to email Mouse and try to schedule a zoom call. Do this face to face. Maybe at the hospital so the baby would be safest if you got upset? Or at least at Will’s since him and Nat would be there?

How the hell had your life gotten this complicated? As if to answer, lil bit decided she was gonna make her presence known by running her foot around your stomach in a semicircle. “Don’t worry babygirl, you are already very loved no matter the chaos out here. I promise I will fix it before you get out into it” you whispered, running your hand across your stomach to calm her down.

@desimarie12

Part 7

[chin-chilla-7]

Take Care

I really really like Carlisle Cullen from Twilight and so I've written another fic with him. It's just smut. But I think it's pretty good smut. Hope you enjoy <3

Title: Take Care Word Count: 4750 words on the dot. Summary: Being a vampire, Carlisle is immune from needing to sleep or eat to regain energy. However, being a vampire does not prevent him from overstressing himself with work. You have a solution, though, and it's your turn to take care of him. Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x GN!Reader Extra Info: Submissive!Bottom!Carlisle, pegging, reader using a strap-on

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A warm light emitted from Carlisle’s home office. He was at his desk, looking over another file. He tossed it onto one of the various piles forming in front of him. You sat across from him, comfortably in an armchair. The pen you had been using to doodle in your notebook was now  twirling between your fingers, your focus now turned to your partner, who stared down at his desk, brow furrowed in concentration.

It wasn’t uncommon for Carlisle to get lost in his work. He didn’t need normal rest or to eat. Still, these things did not make him immune to stress. You reached out a hand and placed it on top of the pile Carlisle was taking from. “How about we call it a night, yeah?” you offer, voice gentle, “ You’ve been staring at these papers for hours.”

Carlisle only glanced at your hand before his  eyes  returned  to his current file. “I’m almost done,” he started, something he’s already said tonight. “There’s only a few more left. Marilyn, she- she’s new, she’s nervous, I get it. But when I have to look over every file, correcting more than a half of a file, it really leaves me questioning your ability to do your job.”

Carlisle shut the current file he was working on, throwing it onto one of the piles. The pile was knocked over by the force of the throw. You moved out of the way of the fall as Carlisle reached out to stop it from falling onto you. With the papers scattered on the floor, Carlisle let out a sigh, head hanging between his shoulders. “Shit…” he mumbled.

You set your notebook on a side table, carefully making your way around to Carlisle’s side of the desk. You reached for him, taking his face in your hands. “Hey,” you said softly, making him look up at you. You stared into his golden eyes. “How about we call it a night?” you asked again, and before he could protest, added, “You can clean this up tomorrow, after you’ve taken a break. Don’t worry, it’ll still be here in the morning.”

The tension released from Carlisle’s shoulders as he leaned his face against your hold. He couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you’re right, I’m sorry,” he stared, placing his hand overtop yours. He held himself there for a moment, grounding himself with your touch. “I’m not usually like this. I don’t really know what’s gotten me like-”

“Hey,” you said again, voice remaining soft. He stared down at you, another apology written on his face. “It’s okay. You know, sometimes you need to someone to care for you for a change,” you assured, taking Carlisle’s hand in yours. You swung it playfully, an idea overcoming you.

“Why don’t you let me care for you tonight?” You asked, your tone having turned into a purr. You took a step closer, pressing yourself up against Carlisle. You walked your fingers up along Carlisle’s arm, a seductive look in your eye. “I’ll help you relax, unwind. You’ve been working so hard, I think it’s about time you let yourself do a little bit of playing.”

You watched as Carlisle took in a sharp breath as you stepped closer, recognition flicking in his  eye. He smiled, breathing out a small laugh in disbelief. “Oh, my dear,” he stared, cupping your face in his hand, “how sweet you are to me.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” you teased, taking Carlisle’s hand and tugging him out of his office. “I’m gonna make you feel as pampered as you make me feel everyday.”

You heard that earned another breathy laugh from your partner. Carlisle followed you down the hall to your bedroom easily, and he was sure to close the door behind him once you both entered. You turned to face him, reaching up to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You kept it soft and sweet, hands slowly moving down his body and unbuttoning each button on Carlisle’s shirt. When you reached the waistband of his pants, you pulled away from the kiss. “Onto the bed, my love,” you requested.

Carlisle simply smiled at you before he did as you told. He sat on the bed, hands resting on his knees as he waited for your next instruction. But you didn’t give him one. Instead you gently moved his hands so you could settle onto his lap, rolling your hips in slow, rhythmic motions as you leaned in to press kisses along Carlisle’s face and jaw. He took in a breath, hands naturally finding place on your hips. His hold grew firm, trying to control your movements out of habit. You stopped moving, placing your hands on his. “Uh uh,” you tutted, moving his hands off your hips, “no touching.”

The request seemed to come as a shock as Carlisle blinked, hands twitching in want. “What?” he breathed out, looking over your face for any sign that you were joking. “No touching?”

“I’m taking care of you. That means only I get to touch you, not the other way around.” Despite his reluctance, Carlisle accepted your answer, gripping onto the bed sheets to keep his hands to himself. You smiled, pressing a kiss just below his ear before whispering, “Good boy~”

You swore you heard Carlisle’s breath catch in his throat even knowing the vampire didn’t breathe. You let out a pleased hum as you continued to press kisses along Carlisle’s neck, hips resuming their motion. Your kissing slowly became bites, staring with gentle nips before biting roughly leave marks, if only for a short time. Carlisle’s grip on the sheets tightened and you felt him grind his  hips upwards against yours. A small noise of frustration left him.

“Please don’t tease me, darling, I need you,” Carlisle pleaded, voice just above a whisper.

“You have me,” you answered, matching his volume. That earned a whine from your partner. What a sweet sound.

“More. I need more of you,” Carlisle tried again, tugging at the sheets. “Please, I need-”

Carlisle stopped speaking when you slid your hands under his unbuttoned shirt. “You have me,” you repeated, taking Carlisle in a deep kiss as you removed his shirt from his upper body. It was still tucked into his pants, but now he was left in his thin undershirt, which hid very little from your eyes. You watched your hands roam over Carlisle’s chest, your own hips twitching with a want for more. But this wasn’t about you. You looked back up at Carlisle, his gaze boring into you in anticipation.

Your hand ran over Carlisle’s nipple, your thumb rubbing the bud over the fabric. Carlisle twitched, an uncertain hum leaving him.

“This okay?” You asked, feeling his nipple grow hard as you rubbed gentle circles against it.

Carlisle nodded. “Yes. Yes, please. Please keep going. I’m just- ah~” his voice quivered as your other thumb began to rub Carlisle’s other nipple. You smiled, watching the other with such fondness in your eyes.

“That’s it, baby, just relax,” you encouraged, observing the way Carlisle’s muscles relaxed from your words and your touch. His body naturally leaned into your touch, soft whines leaving him as you felt his hips twitch under you. But you were mesmerized, needing Carlisle to need you this way all the time. Though, you must have been staring too long as you were taken out of your trance when Carlisle grabbed one of your wrists. You looked between his hand and his face. “I said no touching-”

“Please,” Carlisle said, desperation laced in his voice, “no more teasing.”

You stared at Carlisle for a moment, a smitten look on your face, then nodded, sliding back an inch so you could undo Carlisle’s pants. You then stood up, giving him the opportunity to undress completely. You, however, took a step back when Carlisle moved towards you. “Oh no, just you right now, darling,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders to sit him back on the bed.

You could tell a part of him was disappointed, but you knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long. With Carlisle back on the bed, you sunk between his legs to rest on your knees. You slowly ran your hands up his thighs, pushing them apart. You then leaned forward, pressing kisses along the inside of his thigh. A low, needy whine escaped past Carlisle’s lips. You glanced up at him.

“Can I touch you now, my love?”

His question brought a smile to your face as you continued to kiss his skin. You nodded, and felt as his fingers laced through your hair, massaging your scalp. You hummed, your kissing turning into bites. That’s when you felt Carlisle’s hands grip your hair tighter and heard a groan from the man above you. You moved closer to Carlisle’s cock, which remained untouched for now. You noticed it twitched in anticipation, your hands and mouth now dangerously close.

“Please,” Carlisle’s voice broke the silence, tugging your hair ever so gently so you would look up at him. “I thought no more teasing.”

You pulled away to respond, looking up at him innocently. “Oh, but you make such the sweetest sounds when I do.”

“I can make sweeter ones if you let me.”

You let out a hum in consideration, acting as if you needed to take a moment to think about Carlisle’s offer. Of course, you had your decision before he had even finished asking: you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hand wrapping around the rest of the shaft. Carlisle took in a sharp breath, a soft moan leaving past his lips. You hummed around his dick, tongue drawing circles around his head. Carlisle leaned forward, his hold in your hair going from gentle to firm.

“Oh yes…” he breathed out, hips twitching in hopes you’d take more of him in your mouth, “thank you.” Despite his body naturally seeking more, you adored how much restraint he was displaying, desperate to be good. “Ohh yes. Just like that, darling. Just like that,” he encouraged, rolling his hips in time with your hand. He tugged on your hair ever so slightly, hoping that was all you needed to take more of him in your mouth. While it didn’t make you take him deeper, it did encourage you to suck his tip more enthusiastically. You heard Carlisle moan and took it as a sign to keep doing exactly what you were doing.

After a few moments, though, it seemed Carlisle was growing impatient. He tugged at your hair again. “Come on, darling, take more, please. You can take more, can’t you?” he encouraged, using that tone of his that always made your face flush red. Tonight was no exception. You may be attempting to hold control tonight, but that didn’t mean Carlisle didn’t have his way with you.

You pushed your head further down Carlisle’s cock, your tongue eagerly tasting the underside of his shaft. One of Carlisle’s hands left your head to rest on the bed, finding purchase on the sheets once again. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. You felt your heart swell with pride upon hearing him curse: it wasn’t often he used such language. 

“You’re such a sweet thing for me,” he praised, a gasp leaving him as you continued your ministrations. “Just perfect. God, how did I become blessed with someone as perfect as you?”

His words left your face flushed and your legs pressed together. You flicked your eyes upwards and saw Carlisle staring back at you, a smile on his face. A small whimper escaped you before you returned your focus to pleasing your partner. You had most of Carlisle’s dick in your mouth, your hand jerking off any part you couldn’t fit. Carlisle’s groan was all you needed to know that it was working.

It was working so well, in fact, that after a few moments, Carlisle spoke up again. “Oh, darling, I’m close-” he warned, and you could feel his grip in your hair tighten. You could tell what he wanted, but that wasn’t in your plan. As he rolled his hips to chase his high, you pulled off, panting in order to catch your breath. Carlisle let out a noise akin to another needy whine, confusion on his features. “What? Why-”

You cut him off with a kiss, climbing back onto his lap to push him back against the bed. When he was lying down, you pulled away, a smile on your lips. “I want to try something tonight,” you said, your only offer to an answer.

Carlisle furrowed his brow. “Try what?” he asked, sounding a little breathless himself.

You sat up, looking over to one of your dressers. “Well, I know we’ve talked about it, so I was wondering for tonight, as my way to take care of you, you let me use my strap?”

You watched Carlisle’s eyes widen, realizing what you were offering. He was still for a brief moment before nodding. “Please.”

If he could, you’re sure Carlisle would be blushing. You leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, promptly sliding off the bed. Before grabbing the strap, however, you took a moment to undress yourself, being sure to give Carlisle a show. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew his eyes were on you.

With your clothing now off, you squatted down to the bottom dresser drawer, opening it to take out the toy and its harness. First was the harness, which you stood up to put on, stepping into it and pulling it up. It took a few moments to adjust it comfortably, tightening and then untightening to retighten the fabric straps. You heard a soft laugh from behind you.

“Would you like help, my dear?”

You looked over your shoulder back at Carlisle, a playful smile on your lips. “No, sweetheart, I got it,” you assured, figuring you had enough tampering with the harness. You squatted back down to grab the toy and one last thing - lube -  from the drawer before closing it.

You set the dildo on the bed, having yet to attach it to your harness. You didn’t want it in the way for the next part. “Lay back for me, baby,” you requested, crawling onto the bed alongside Carlisle. He did as he was asked, moving up the bed so he could lay down with his head on a pillow. With him in a better position, you moved yourself between his legs, spreading his thighs open. There was a pleased smile on your lips as you eyed your partner over.

“You look heavenly…” you breathed out. You looked at Carlisle's face and from his expression, you could tell that this would be another instance where he’d be blushing if he could.

“Funny,” he started, reaching a hand towards you for you to take, “I could’ve sworn it was you who was the angel.”

You took your hand in his, a soft smile on your face. “We can both be angels,” you offered, earning an unconvinced laugh from Carlisle, eyes avoiding yours for a moment.

“A fallen one, maybe.”

You looked at Carlisle with a saddened expression. You let go of his hand in order to crawl over him so you could be face to face. Carlisle’s hands naturally found their place on your hips, his thumb rubbing over your skin. “Fallen or not,” you started, a hand cupping Carlisle’s face while the other held you up, “you’re still my angel. And nothing is going to change that. You’re my own little piece of heaven. One that I know I’ll always have. One that I can always worship.”

You could tell by the way his grip on your hips tightened that talk of worship certainly did something for Carlisle. He broke your gaze, shaking his head. “Oh no, my dear, that’s not… I couldn’t… why would you… I don’t-”

“Shhh,” you soothed, guiding his head back to look at you again. “I want to… I need to.” You couldn’t quite explain why beyond this inherent need. Everything he's done for you, it feels like the least you could do.

Before he had another chance to protest, you leaned down to take him in a passionate kiss. After a moment, you pulled away, moving to kiss along his jaw, then down his neck, then over his  chest down to his tummy. Every bit of his skin littered with your kisses of affection. You found yourself mumbling ‘I love you’s under your breath between your kissing. You heard small hums leave Carlisle, especially when you pressed kisses by his more sensitive spots, the spots you have come to discover throughout your relationship.

When you reached the end of the bed, you grabbed the lube, settling yourself between Carlisle’s legs again. You opened the cap and squirted it on your fingers, spreading it around with your thumb. Deeming them evenly coated enough, you reached down, fingers gently exploring between Carlisle’s cheeks. You watched him as he straightened in anticipation. “Relax,” you reminded, your soothing tone doing the trick. Carlisle laid back, staring up at you. You could see the uncertainty in his eye, but you could also see the excitement. Slowly, you pushed your middle finger into his hole.

Carlisle let out a quick groan in surprise, body unsure what to do with the new sensation, but you didn’t stop slowly pushing in. When your finger was up to the knuckle, you kept it there, gently rolling your hand in circles. “Ohh,” Carlisle moaned, hips twitching and legs spreading open in hopes of more. You smiled at the sight, taking this as a sign to progress. You began to move your finger in and out, curling your finger as you did so. It seemed to make your angel sing.

“Ohhh, yes. Yes yes yes. Please, darling, please. I need- you gotta- please, Oh Oh! Fuck-”

The second curse was caused by the addition of your index finger. You smiled at him, voice coming out as a purr. “You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. You’re being such a good boy~” you praised, spreading your fingers to scissor him open. You talked over Carlisle’s gasping. “Gonna be so good at taking my cock too, aren’t you?”

You watched as your words seemed to unlock something within Carlisle. He looked up at you in desperation, hooking an arm around one of his legs to give you better access and a prettier view.

“Oh look at that,” you started, running your free hand over Carlisle’s exposed thigh, “you really are a good boy. Didn’t know Dr. Cullen could be such a pretty little slut.”

The name calling earned a huff from the vampire, but he couldn’t keep much of a pout. “Please… no more teasing. I-I need it. Please.”

“Fuck…” the sight of Carlisle under you with such need left you the one cursing. “You have me, baby. You have me,” you assured, adding a third finger much quicker than the first two.

Carlisle gasped, “Oh!”

You shushed him, rubbing soothing circles against his thigh. “I got you, I got you. You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more. Wanna make sure you’re prepped and ready for me.”

“I’m ready, I’m ready. Please.”

The neediness. You could get used to hearing that more often. You pulled your fingers out, earning a whine from Carlisle. It was ignored by you in favour of attaching your dildo to the harness. You grabbed the lube once again, generously covering the toy. With it coated, you lined yourself up, looking to Carlisle, who was staring back at you.

“You rea-”

“Please.”

Without being able to even finish your question, you were just as quick to fulfill the request. You pushed in filling Carlisle with the toy. His free arm crossed over his face, covering his eyes as he let out a deep moan. His body twitched as it accepted the toy, the twitching increasing as his cock spurted cum over his tummy. The event seemed to leave both of you surprised, but all you could do was stare at him lustfully.

“Oh baby…” You breathed out, having not even bottomed out yet.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. Oh my god, baby, don’t be. Fuck…” you let out a soft laugh, holding onto Carlisle’s hip. “Can I keep going?”

The question left Carlisle frozen for a moment before he nodded. “Please do.”

“Okay, but let me see your face.”

Another pause, but Carlisle obeyed, moving his arm off his face. He didn’t immediately look at you, though. You sensed his embarrassment. You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “That was so very hot, darling,” you assured, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Makes me want to draw another and another and another one out of you.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you saw Carlisle squirm from your words. “Darling…” he breathed out.

“I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I already have what I want.”

You smiled, pressing another kiss to his face before sitting up once again. You began thrusting slowly in and out of Carlisle. His head fell back against the pillow, soft moans leaving him. His hand came up to cover his face again, only for him to move it away again, remembering the request.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good boy,” you encouraged, hand wrapping around Carlisle’s cock.

Even with his quick recovery rate, Carlisle was still sensitive so soon after his first orgasm. His back arched off the bed again, twitching and squirming against your touch. “Oh fuck, ahh~” he called out, moans spilling from his mouth.

“Fuck, darling, aren’t you beautiful like this,” you breathed out, having found a good rhythm for your hips and your hand. You watched as Carlisle reached out, one hand finding purchase in the sheets while the other reached for you. He had to let go of his leg to do so, but that was okay, because you used your free hand to replace his.

Carlisle had reached out for your shoulder, pulling you down towards him. It was hard to resist: his strength beating out yours easily. You weren’t sure he was aware of how much of his power  he was using, too far gone in pleasure. Though, you sure if you weren’t careful, his grip on your sheets would result in tearing. Oh well, it wasn’t like it couldn’t be replaced.

You leaned down, taking Carlisle in a kiss. It’s what he was after; you could tell by the look in his eye and the direction of his pull. You had to let go of his cock to hold yourself in your new position, but he didn’t seem to mind: the friction of your two bodies offering enough friction as he moaned into your mouth. You found yourself moaning back, rolling your hips faster against Carlisle’s ass.

The hold he had on your shoulder then wrapped around your back, holding you to him. You let out a small gasp in surprise, his touch greatly cooling off your burning skin. The contact caused your hips to still as you wrapped your arms around him as best you could, holding him in a hug. Carlisle melted into it, burying his face into your neck as his other arms wrapped around you to complete the hug. “I love you,” you could hear him say against your skin.

You smiled, pressing a kiss on the side of his head. “I love you, too.”

After another moment of simply holding each other, you began to move, pulling out your hands from under Carlisle and running them over the sides of his body, exploring. You dragged your nails over his skin as you sat up again. Not before giving him a quick kiss, of course.

Carlisle adjusted himself under you, inhaling sharply as you teasingly twitched your hips. A smile spreading onto your lips as you caught him off guard. He sent you a look, a look of feign annoyance on his features. “Mean jab.”

You chuckled. “Oh,” you started, hands running over Carlisle’s torso, “like you haven’t done worse.”

“You like it,” he countered.

You tilted your head at him. “What?” you asked, beginning to thrust into him again. “You mean you don’t like this?”

Instead of responding with words, Carlisle’s head fell back against the pillow, a shaky moan suddenly leaving him. You hummed, a hand wrapping around Carlisle’s dick once again.

“That’s what I thought,” you tutted quietly.

Carlisle either didn’t hear your comment or was too focused on his own pleasure to bother acknowledging because all that he offered in response were his continued moans. Not that you minded, you sped up your thrusting as best you could. “Yeah, darling, just take it for me. I make you feel so good, don’t I?”

Now this was something Carlisle did hear. He nodded, finding his words. “Yes,” he panted, hips twitching and moving as he chased his own need. “Yes, it feels so good.” He reached out to grab onto you, his grip rougher than he usually was. “I need to- I’m gonna cum, baby, please,” he pleaded to you, eyes desperately looking at you.

You hummed. “Hmm, I don’t know… you didn’t ask the first time~” you said, but it was only a tease. You didn’t have time to clarify with Carlisle, though, before tears pricked the corner of his eyes.

“No, please,” he stared, his free leg wrapping around your waist to keep you from pulling away. “I’m sorry, please. Please, baby, lemme cum.”

And how could you deny such a request? Your hip thrusts grew more enthusiastic, as did your strokes to his cock. “Okay, baby, cum. Cum for me,” you encouraged.

It didn’t take much more push than that for Carlisle to cum a second time. Most of his release covered your hand. It wasn’t something you minded. In fact, you brought your hand up to your mouth to lick some of the residue, tasting him on your tongue. You then extended your hand to Carlisle, who was still taking a moment to bounce back from his orgasm.

“C’mon, baby, can you clean this up for me like a good boy?”

Carlisle looked up at you for a moment before taking your wrist in his hand. He pulled your hand towards his mouth where he began licking your hand clean. He maintained eye contact with you and you felt your breath hold in your throat. This wasn’t the intent of the request: you had wanted a moment to catch your breath, but it seemed that even now you couldn’t find it.

Once your hand was clean, Carlisle let go of your wrist, but he seemed to sense what you were feeling. “How are you doing?” he asked, voice that soft tone he used when comforting you.

You nodded. “I’m good. I’m good, yeah. You’re absolutely stunning,” you answered, earning a chucking from Carlisle. You continued. “I just didn’t realize how much of a different kind of workout this was. I mean, you do this on a regular basis?”

Carlisle laughed, working his way off the toy. “I wouldn’t say I do it quite like that,” he started, rolling the two of you over so that you  were the one laying down now. “How about I show you how I do it?” he offered, running his hand over the curve of your face. “Then you could take some notes.”

Your face was a tint of red, but that didn’t stop you from responding with, “As long as it’s not on the final exam.”

Your answer resulted in the two of you devolving into a fit of giggles. It took a moment to collect yourselves, but when you did, Carlisle gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “No final exam,” he promised, giving you another quick kiss, this time on your chin. “Just a thank you,” he continued, pressing a kiss to your neck, “for the kindness you show me each and every day.”

His soft kisses left your skin burning hot. You watched him, a hand threading through his hair. As he continued to kiss down your body, you breathed out a gentle “I love you.” Carlisle paused to look up at you, a smile on his face.

“I love you, too. Now let me care for you just as you did me.”

And how could you deny such a request?

[sourbinnie]

☆ tus gafitas.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> my attempt at fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> seungmin x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> you like him, you really do and that's not gonna change. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> none ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

i looked at the sunglasses that had fallen from the seat of my car to the floor and i grabbed them like they belonged to me but they did not. late night car rides with seungmin were pretty common since the last comeback, he called me and wanted to go out, didn't care where to or if we didn't go to a place at all. he just wanted some company to listen to him and well he didn't use the sunglasses at night of course but he brought them and forgot them once more. we were gonna see each other tonight anyways so i could return them and not overthink the meaning of this.

we could spend hours talking yet the time seemed to be moving too fast, like i never had enough to savor the moments that i lived with him. maybe it was just my heart talking since i've been falling for him harder & harder every day. i just couldn't help it, could not help my feelings for the charming man that was beside me those nights. he knew what to say and what to do, every smile of his could light up the whole sky, every compliment he said my way i would blush to infinity. most of my friends tried to convince me that the feelings were reciprocated but i couldn't believe them since everyone fell for kim seungmin, i was just added to the list.

it was kinda odd how he decided to spend nights with me and not his friends, family or doing lives for his fans. but i couldn't really complain if it meant more time with him. sometimes i wish i would be the one to wake up beside him, on my free days take him to work, on my free time have lunch with him, on my lonely nights hold him tight. it was hard not to wish for those things and maybe they were closer than i thought they were. it was no secret that he wasn't the most affection driven person but with me? he always cuddled, he always put his head on my shoulder and took my hand while i was driving. 

okay maybe after thinking all of this, it was a mutual thing. 

but like i said it was impossible not to fall for him, maybe he just wanted some affectionate words and actions from someone who wasn't his band members. i looked at the sunglasses again and saved them in my bag since i wasn't really planning on driving today, he said he would take me somewhere. somewhere could be anywhere with seungmin but i was willing to take that risk for that lovely smile of his. as i walked to the dorms, i thought of the times where i would drive home and think of him, how complicated i was sometimes yet he seemed to understand me perfectly. how i told him that love for me always sucked and i did not see the point of it, how he felt the same but if he met the one, he knew all those feelings were disappear and something else would blossom. he told me how his hyungs were driven by love and their lyrics gravitated towards that but his lyrics would always tend to be sad.

and now look at me, a love driven fool for you kim seungmin. i did not believe in love but for him i chose to believe in it again. even if he didn't feel the same, i was thankful for feeling something so beautiful in my chest again. i shake my head as security lets me in since they already saw me walk in here way too many times, receiving me with a smile and a nod. i go up and take a few steps to find the door for his dorm, knocking once and then twice anxiously. i couldn't help but feel nervous all of the sudden as everything in my head was a mess and i just wanted to see him again.

he opens the door and smiles, god how deep i fell for this man. he lets me in without a word and i was wondering what was going on with him but he seemed to be looking fine from what i was noticing. the dorm looked empty, none of the other boys were here and that was odd, maybe seungmin got here earlier? or maybe they were all in the other dorm? poor chan, he would have to deal with that.

"i was waiting for you text me but i'm glad you're here." he said and embarrassingly enough i didn't even check my phone since he told me he wanted to see me at this hour. i just waited all day to come by and if i wasn't a love fool before i sure was now!

"i'm sorry, lost track of time but i'm glad to be here." i said with a little smile as i sat down and he dropped right next to me. it didn't feel weird to be so close but it was rare to be somewhere that wasn't my car and to be feeling so free about everything. usually we were both hidden under masks and bucket hats but right now i could see his features, everything about him took my breath away. "i hope you had a good day, i know it was the last promotion so i hope it went well."

"it's been good but i missed you. i don't know why, i just felt like a really big need to see you." he said and made my heart beat even faster. so i wasn't the only one anxiously waiting, the mutual feeling was there. "i hope i didn't bother you."

"it's my free day and even then you could never bother me." i said and got a tiny bit closer to him where we were touching hands. he finally decided to grab my hand and give it a squeeze as i grabbed his and squeezed back. he was making me feel so happy, so comfortable and i could not explain why. just simple actions of his drove me wild.

"i know but i don't wanna bother you ever. god i'm sounding so idiotic!" he exclaimed and hid himself behind me but i pulled him back because all i wanted to see was that beautiful face. he was blushing, crimson red like i was before and i found it endearing. "can i be honest?" he asked and i nodded.

"of course you can, about anything." i said as i looked at him and waited for him to process his words and answer back.

"i don't know why i started calling you in the night to hang out. at first it was because i missed you and we've always been friends. but now it's like i can't stop seeing you, i can't stop wanting more from you, i want your texts, for you to look my way, to be there at work whenever you can. i just want you, i need you so much." he said and i knew exactly how he felt because i was feeling the same way too. i was so afraid of falling in love but right now i felt like i was on the same page as he was and that made me feel better, like i wasn't all alone. "i think i just want you to be mine (y/n)."

"and i would love to be yours." i said simply as i looked at him and i could see the shock in his eyes. i knew it was a really sudden response but what was there to hesitate? i knew my answer since day one. since he told me that night that he would believe in love again once he found the right one, how much did i wish to be the right one at that moment.

"are you serious?" he asked still in denial and i put my hands on his cheeks as i got closer to him and met him for a sweet and short kiss. he then pulled me in and met me for another longer, beautiful and memorable one that took our breath away (literally). "i can't actually believe this." he said and couldn't stop smiling.

"well you have to, we are dating now right?" i asked and he nodded enthusiastically. getting to call him boyfriend was only a dream a few hours ago today but now it was a sweet reality that i got to live in. "did you actually kick all the boys out just so you could confess?"

"absolutely, i had to." he said and i just laughed as i imagine what they were doing right now in the other dorm. "now i can actually take you on a real date and stop pretending that i'm dating you in my imagination." he said and grabbed my hand to pull me up.

"wait, right now?" i asked and he nodded again as he took me out of the dorms and sent a quick message to his bandmates, telling them that he was going. i had no idea what the night had in store for us but i knew that i was gonna remember it forever. let's just say that his sunglasses stayed in my bag and then in my apartment for way longer than it thought they would. 

[freakshowtwopointoh]

All Bets Are Off

@pinkcrocss suggested this and i had to

“I don’t think the two of you could be closer to each other unless you were literally in each other's skin.” Andre teased, watching as Marie and Jordan readjusted their limbs once more.

“We’re not trying to get closer, we’re trying to get comfortable. The human body is a burden.” Jordan complained, shifting Marie’s body slightly to a better position.

“The two of you are essentially attached at the hip, I’m surprised your brains and bodies haven’t merged together.” Emma added. “You’re lucky I like you, Jordan. Considering you basically stole my best friend and roommate.” That got her a stuffed turtle thrown at her head. “Hey!”

“We’re not that clingy.” Marie protested, but it was such a boldfaced lie that the entire room burst into laughter, Marie and Jordan included.

“I don’t think you guys could manage a day without contacting each other.” Cate teased. And Jordan knew a challenge when they heard one, especially from Cate. Marie gave them a slight nod and they grinned despite the racing of their heart.

“Wanna bet?” Jordan asked, a smirk playing on their lips. And so, the bet was on. From midnight tonight to midnight next Monday, Marie and Jordan weren’t allowed to contact each other. Eye contact or brief conversation in public is permitted, but no texting or calls, and absolutely no touching. The winner takes everyone out that weekend. 

Marie and Jordan would pretend that it was no big deal, which was how the bet ended up lasting for a full week. The rest of the crew had money on who would cave first.

Place Your Bets Here (Emma, Sam, Cate, Luke, Andre)

jumanji: i dont think jor will make it past day 4

cricket: r u kidding? they wont make it past day 2. trust me, i live with marie. theyre always around

magneto: i think we’re all underestimating jordans stubbornness. i think marie will almost make it, but give in after jor does something reckless and she goes to yell at them

cricket: marie might be willing to die (or kill) for jordan but she’d never willingly lose a bet to them.

fuego: tbh i think they’re both too stubborn to give in but they will make it our problem during this week and after

jumanji: yeah id bet extra money that jor will spend at least one night this week in my dorm

kong: [liked cricket’s message]

kong: [liked cricket’s message]

It would take less than twenty four hours for both Marie and Jordan to begin to feel the struggle. For Jordan, it was like a persistent itch under their skin. They scrolled through her minimal social media constantly, or flipping through their camera roll just to see her perfect, sunshiney smile. It was marginally better when they were in the same room as her, but that tested their discipline in a whole different way. They were acutely aware of her every move. It took everything in them to keep their eyes on the board. Their notes were... non-existent. 

Marie had the opposite problem. Life was boring without Jordan, but she knew boring. She could handle boredom. But being in the same room as them and not speaking to them? Not touching them? She could barely look at them. Their eyes were always on her, piercing through her, so obviously wanting her. How was she supposed to stay away from those eyes? She barely looked at Instagram, and came close to changing her lock screen just to avoid the temptation. 

This was going to be a long week.

By the third day, Jordan had walked up to Marie’s dorm before walking away three times, and nearly called her countless times. They had also snapped five pens and three pencils while attempting to focus. 

Cate opened her door before Jordan even knocked.

“I’m surprised it took you this long. Come in.” She said lightly, a small smile on her lips.

“I’m actually going fucking insane. Like honest-to-god, I swear I hallucinated her voice in the library earlier. What has this girl done to me?” Jordan flopped back on Cate’s bed, ignoring her irritated look. 

“You’re just in love.” She said casually, finishing taking off her makeup as Jordan spoke.

“That’s worse, Cate! Don’t you see how that’s worse? I’m not prepared for this.” Their legs shortened suddenly, leaving their feet dangling off the edge of Cate’s bed as they shifted.

“Jordan Li. Did you think you could plan falling in love?” Cate admonished, looking directly into the eyes of her anxious friend.

“I thought I could plan it a bit easier than this!” They whined.

“Maybe you are insane. Do you schedule your other feelings?” She teased. 

“... Sometimes.” Cate shook her head and chuckled.

“Jor, stop fighting your feelings and feel them.” She said seriously, before deftly changing the subject.

Marie was in even deeper denial than Jordan. She refused to admit to Emma that she was coming close to losing the bet - even when it was painfully obvious.

“Marie. Marie. Maaaaaaaaarie.” Finally, she resorted to throwing a pillow at her head. “Stop daydreaming about Jordan and help me film this video for my class.”

“I don’t daydream. I’m thinking.” She retorted, but she was clearly staring at Jordan’s hoodie, which was draped over a chair.

“Yeah, sure. And I’m a math whiz. Now help me.” Emma teased, grabbing Marie’s arm and dragging her out of the chair. She would have an enjoyable evening helping Emma with her homework, but night came and she dialed Jordan’s number for the millionth time before turning her phone off and trying to sleep.

But as it turned out, no one could have predicted the outcome of this bet - the two lovebirds were so distracted trying not to think about the other that they walked directly into each other outside of Brink’s office. Fumbling over their things, handing books and papers back to each other, their fingers brushed and it was all over.

“Fuck this.” they muttered in unison. Jordan helped Marie up before sliding their hand directly into hers and dragging her back to their dorm.

"I missed you, Moreau." Jordan mumbled against Marie's lips, their hands cupping her face. She hummed contentedly, resting her hand on the nape of their neck and keeping them close to her.

They took their time with each other, relearning every curve and edge of their bodies. Marie's skin was covered in hickies and bite marks, a blossoming masterpiece that Jordan could not get enough of. She was theirs. It was addictive. They just couldn't get enough of each other. And every small gasp or moan Jordan made sent desire coursing through Marie, a reminder of the power she held over them.

But Jordan couldn't be kept from between Marie's legs for much longer. Her body was incredibly responsive, arching into every touch. They needed to taste her again, feel her come entirely undone for them. They let their tongue trace along her inner thighs, feeling their own arousal surge as she moaned softly.

"Jor, please-" She whined as their tongue teased her wet folds. They smirked, sinking their long fingers into the flesh of her ass, pulling her closer.

"Patience, princess." They said huskily, unable to keep from teasing her a little longer. But finally, their tongue brushed against her clit, causing her body to buck into their mouth. A dark, lustful laugh came from Jordan's throat before they dove in, their lips wrapping around her clit.

Jordan could honestly spend their whole life between Marie's legs, making her whimper, moan, and cry just for them, putting their mouth and tongue to work. But when she cums for the third time, that perfect, fucked out look in her eyes, they can't help themselves. They're shifting without thinking, pulling away from her center and pulling out their cock.

"Fuck, Marie, I need to feel that tight cunt wrapped around me, right now." They groaned, pushing her back fully onto the bed before they pushed themself inside of her cunt, still dripping with her most recent orgasm.

They were both screaming each other's names all night long.

They’d both say the other broke the bet first. Their friends were just glad they didn’t have to deal with the couple’s pouting for a full week.

[forjongseong]

mon soleil // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (part 10 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; cockwarming; unprotected sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; mentions of marriage // wc: ~10.7k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

summary: you're enjoying life with your boyfriend/secretary, and you're beginning to grow closer to his parents. perfect timing, though, since he seems to have something up his sleeve.

author’s notes: welcome to part 10! and sorry for the delay.

I never measure how fast I finish writing a part, but I know for sure that this one took me longer than any other part I have written. Maybe because I was trying to see from Jay's perspective, and I kept changing how I plan to make him... Wait... I don't want to spoil it for you. You'll see in the end!

the song for this episode is one of my faves, Mon Soleil from the series Emily in Paris. pretty sure it translates to "my sun".

taglist: @jaylaxies @jayked @thots4hee @end-hyphen @nyanggk @yoursjaeyun @maggstar @bucketofhiros @dimplejaehyuncutie

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Weekends were your favorite time of the week, mostly because you get to detach from work and have some time to yourself. For your assistant slash boyfriend, however, weekends do not seem to be any different from weekdays. Jay would take any spare time he had left into doing work, either to catch up on the previous week or to prepare in advance for the next. When this happens, you would find Jay perched on your desk that faces the window, and most of the time it would be hard to get his attention once he was already focused.

You spent the day cleaning up and organizing your bedroom, and once you were done you took a quick cold shower and put on the daintiest night gown you have ever seen in your life. It was purple with a greyish hue, with ruffles attached to the straps, and an a-line cut that would flatter anyone’s body, complete with the mesh details on both sides of the skirt in place of a cheeky slit. You remembered buying it randomly when you were online shopping, and you did wash it, but you never really got to wear it since you did not really have an occasion for it.

But now you do.

Your slippers muffled the noise of your footsteps as you made your way to your desk. Jay was focused on the screen, scrolling the mouse with one hand and typing with another. He stopped to push back the pair of rimless glasses that were sliding off the bridge of his nose, and with a deep breath he started typing again.

“Is that last week’s work or next week’s?” You asked, standing behind the chair and placing your arms on the headrest.

“Next week, Boss,” he answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Take a break,” you said, starting to run your fingers through his hair, brushing it back.

Jay chuckled softly. “I just started, not even an hour ago.”

“How long will it take?” You asked again, this time leaning in and resting your chin on the top of his head. You brought your hand down to his shoulders and he gave it a squeeze of reassurance.

Jay hummed as he glanced blankly out the window. “At least another hour, I think. Why?”

“I’m bored,” you stated. You waited for Jay to stop typing before swiveling his chair and making him face you. You didn’t know if his flustered face was because of the sudden movement or because you were wearing a night gown that he had never seen before.

“Oh, wow,” Jay muttered, fixing his glasses in place again. “Is that new?”

“Never worn before,” you said with a pout. “I want attention.”

Jay smiled at you fondly. “I really have to get this out of the way, baby. Give me fifty minutes?”

You continued to pout and stare blankly at the screen before coming up with an idea. “Can I just sit with you?”

“You mean on my lap?” Jay asked to confirm. When you nodded, he nodded too and swiveled his chair back to face the computer. “Hop on.”

With a small smile, you secured your place on Jay’s lap with your back facing the computer. You chose that position so you could rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. You were both lucky that the chair was big enough and comfortable enough to host you both.

After gently rubbing your back a couple of times, Jay got comfortable and started typing again. You closed your eyes and let your nose touch his neck. You could smell the faint scent of cologne that he put on this morning, already mixed with his natural odor that you liked too. You shifted a bit, and it made Jay freeze for a second before he continued to work.

When he was rereading what he had typed, he made sure his hands continued to be occupied by either caressing your arm or brushing your hair. You snuggled even closer, snaking your arm around his waist and eliciting a soft laugh from his lips. He felt warm under you, and you tried to be as silent as possible even though your mind was racing.

“Why the glasses?” You asked with a squeak, your voice leaving you from being silent for too long.

Jay kissed your forehead before giving you an answer. “It filters the bluelight, darling.”

“No, I mean,” you muttered, bringing your head up to look at him. You caressed his cheek before observing him closely. “Why rimless?”

“Does it look bad on me?”

“It looks great on you, that’s the problem. It makes you look older.”

Jay’s eyes squinted at you before he chuckled again. “Thank you?”

You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder again, but this time you changed sides. Jay continued to stroke your back in between typing, and he could feel your breath becoming heavier with each touch.

“You okay there?” He whispered.

The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for some reason you couldn’t respond with words. You nodded and placed a chaste kiss on his neck, and you noticed how his breath hitched. Licking your lips, you continued to kiss him where his skin was closest to your lips—his neck, his collarbone, up to his jawline too. The moment you feel him shift under you, you knew you were about to get what you came for.

“Baby,” Jay sighed. “You’re making me hard.”

“Hmm.” You continued to kiss his neck, making sloppy noises on purpose. “That is my intention.”

Jay let out a shaky laugh. “I still would like to get this done, my love.”

“You’re good at multitasking, aren’t you?” You challenged him, pushing yourself away from his shoulder. You rested both your hands on his shoulders before moving one to brush his hair out of his face. He closed his eyes when you touched him, and you leaned in carefully to kiss his lips.

“Sit on my cock?” He asked, his lips grazing yours.

“I’m glad you asked,” you replied, smiling when you saw him smirk at you.

Jay squeezed your waist to make you lift your hips for a bit while he tugged his joggers and boxers down. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of his cock fully erect, and as he slid his hands under your gown, you couldn’t help but smile.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? No panties,” Jay whispered again, and you just chuckled softly as a response.

“I’ve wanted to try this,” you spoke, your sentence halted in the middle as you feel him entering you, “…for a while.”

“You sure you can sit still while I finish work?” Jay asked as he caressed your arm lovingly. You were still wondering how he could still act so angelic while he was fully inside you.

You nodded. “Are you?” You asked back, grinding your hips once as a test.

Jay groaned and threw his head back while you giggled. He cleared his throat and gripped your hips before speaking right into your ear.

“Be a good girl and stay still. I’ll reward you later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jay rolled his eyes back at the way you addressed him, and you smiled triumphantly as you nestled your head back on his shoulder. It was fairly easy for you, since by default you did have great self-control. Whenever Jay shifted in his seat, causing his cock to graze your insides, you would whimper once before composing yourself again.

On the other hand, Jay was trying his best to stay focused. The scent of your shampoo and the way your hot breath kept tickling his neck almost made him want to give up working right then and there. He tried brushing it off by clearing his throat, but it was not helping since you could literally feel his dick twitch inside of you.

You were resting on him comfortably, like a koala hugging a tree, and to cure yourself of boredom you would occasionally reach out to his face, caressing his cheek or brushing his hair back. He responded by hugging you with one arm, squeezing your waist before he redirects his focus back to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Jay sighed as he made a couple of clicks with the mouse and finally closing all the windows.

“Are you done?” You asked innocently, lifting your head up to look at the screen.

Jay took off his glasses in a flash before grabbing your chin and smashing his lips into yours, causing you to yelp into his mouth. The movement was simultaneous with the way he thrusted his hip up, and all you could do was release a loud moan. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly on his lap while you both continued to eat each other’s face off.

You started grinding into him and he groaned, his hands finding the straps of your gown and pulling them down to reveal your breasts. He squeezed them both before diving into you, latching his mouth to your nipple like it was the most natural thing to do. Your moans filled the room, and your fingers were now lost and tangled in his hair.

“Bed,” he whispered on your skin. “Now.”

You stood up and reluctantly let him slide out of you. His cock was tainted with your juices and mixed with his precum. As you swiftly made your way to the bedroom, Jay pulled your wrist from behind you and turned you around before lifting you up against the wall. He slid into you with ease, and you moaned in pleasure as he started fucking you.

With your legs wrapped securely around his waist, and your night gown already halfway falling down your torso, you grasped onto his shoulders for life as he continued his sharp thrusts into you. He was moaning as much as you were, and you were desperate to feel more of his touch. Lucky for you, he seemed to sense it and quickly carried you all the way to your shared bed. He slipped out of you only to take his shirt and pants off, and he did not even give you a chance to undress completely before he entered you again.

Jay made love to you slow and sweet, peppering kisses all over your face and swallowing your moans when they got too loud. You felt the heat of his skin against your breasts, and your hands traveled down to his ass to push him even deeper inside of you. His lips never left yours, not even when you mumbled that you were close. Your walls clenched around him as you chanted his name, and after he helped you ride out your high, he pulled out and cummed on the skirt of your night gown.

You were both panting when you were done, and after a few seconds Jay collapsed beside you. You craned your neck to see how much he tainted your gown, and when you turned your head to look at him, all he gave you was a cheeky grin.

“Do you have any more of these that I can ruin?” Jay asked, his fingers lifting the hem of your night gown.

He wasn’t aware that you would literally buy a thousand more night gowns just to get him to fuck you like that again.

---

For the last couple of days, Jay had insisted to leave for work hours before you, claiming that you needed the extra time to sleep and get ready while he makes sure all is well at the office. You thought it was sweet of him, although completely necessary since you did think you were handling your job well without the luxury of being given extra time.

Settling on the thought that Jay was just a sweetheart for doing so, you walked out of your bedroom fully dressed and ready to go. When you walked to the kitchen to grab your bottle of water, you realized there was a message on the touchscreen of your refrigerator’s door.

Don’t forget your water bottle, and the bowl of acai that I made for you in the fridge. Finish it.

-J

“So bossy,” you commented to yourself as you opened the fridge, finding exactly what the note says.

As you spent the next seven minutes downing your breakfast, you remembered the countless times Jay had spoiled you with his acts of service, from preparing breakfast for you to mopping the floors of your house. After a silent minute, you cleaned up after yourself, grabbed your phone and your bag and walked out the front door.

You got into your car as soon as it pulled up, and as you greeted Mr. Lee, he handed you an iPad that Jay left for you. You checked your schedule and the notes for an upcoming meeting, and while doing so you couldn’t help but notice Mr. Lee eyeing you through the rearview mirror.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Lee?” You asked, putting your iPad aside.

“Oh, Miss,” Mr. Lee replied, “I just wanted to ask if it’s possible for me to have a week off. I wonder if the young Mr. Lee could take over for a while.”

“Of course. But what’s going on? Is everything okay?” You leaned into the front seat and even poked your head to Mr. Lee’s side, earning a small chuckle from him.

“My daughter is giving birth,” Mr. Lee answered. He sounded so happy, and you could see the crinkles in the corner of his eyes. “I’m about to become a grandfather.”

Your response was a mixture of squealing, screeching, and a little bit of arm-hitting, while Mr. Lee was just trying his best to drive safely.

“Congratulations!” You said after finally able to form words. “Take two weeks off if you’d like. I’m sure Heeseung can manage. Even if he couldn’t, I can just have Jay drive. I’m so happy for you, Mr. Lee!”

At a red light, Mr. Lee turned to look at you and you reached out to squeeze his hand. Mr. Lee had been a loyal driver, and after having taken care of you for so long, it was only normal that his happiness would be yours too.

---

You were so focused on reading the document in your hand that when you swiveled your chair to face your desk, you almost slid off it out of surprise. Jay was standing in front of you, beaming for whatever reason, with his iPad open in his hand.

“Since when do you have cat feet?” You commented as you placed a hand over your chest, still recovering from the shock.

“I knocked. Didn’t you hear?” Jay pointed his thumb to the door as you shook your head. “Anyway, results are in.”

“The top 10 candidates for the scholarship? Give it to me.”

You almost threw your pen on your desk before eagerly reaching out your hand to Jay. Jay slid the iPad into your hand and pulled the chair beside him to sit across you. You were mumbling the names of your employees as you scrolled down the list, and Jay was observing you closely. When you got to the bottom, your fingers froze, and Jay’s smile grew wider.

“Heeseung,” you muttered, almost in disbelief. “He’s shortlisted.”

“Don’t worry, I doublechecked already. That list is legit. Heeseung is actually qualified. Must be interesting though, since they all have to go through the interview process. You will be overseeing that, right?”

Jay’s endless comment did not seem to bother you as you were busy collecting your thoughts. For some reason, your thoughts snowballed into the far future—what if Heeseung goes abroad? Who is going to be your second driver? What if Mr. Lee decides to retire? Will you even have a driver?

“Boss?”

You blinked twice before focusing on Jay. He was now looking at you worried.

“Don’t zone out like that, you’re scaring me,” Jay sighed. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“We shouldn’t tell him, right? Like, let’s not get his hopes up,” Jay said after clearing his throat. “I’ll start looking for a new driver just in case.”

It was like he read your mind.

“Right. Thank you,” you replied, giving back his iPad.

Jay cocked his head as he observed you getting back to work and picking up the document you were reviewing. He noticed that you were frowning a little too much, and that for some reason you seemed tense. You reached for your pen that rolled off too far from you, so Jay leaned in and pushed it back into your hand.

“Boss,” he started, “I can handle the meeting at 4. You should get off early.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, not taking your eyes off your document.

“Because it’s time to redo your nails,” Jay answered, tilting his chin towards your fingers. “You never miss a schedule for a new manicure.”

All the attention to detail made you sigh, and now Jay was the one feeling tense. You pushed your chair away from your desk after freeing your hands, and then walked towards your secretary. Out of reflex, he straightened his position and turned to face you, only to have you rest your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me? What are you up to?” You asked, eyes boring into his.

Naturally, he felt nervous and gulped before licking his lips. “Nothing.”

“I hope you’re not lying,” you said softly as you caressed his face. “You know I hate lies.”

Jay’s response after your statement was enough to make you stop nagging, or whatever it was you were doing. The way he gently captured your lips in his for a kiss, and nibbling it afterwards, made you sigh into his mouth.

“There is nothing for you to worry about,” Jay muttered. He then kissed your cheek. “Boss.”

---

It took you less than an hour to reach your nail salon, and to not have Heeseung wait around for you too long, you sent him back to the office. You had to hold yourself back from spoiling him about the results, so every time he initiated a conversation, you just let him take the lead with the topic.

The lady at the reception greeted you by your name, as you had been going there for years at this point. You did not have to wait for your turn, and they immediately escorted you to your usual spot. After browsing countless colors, you opted for a soft pink for your nails and a chic nude for your toes. The therapist who was handling you very carefully initiated small talk, which you happily reciprocated, and you ended up talking about a lot of trivial things.

When you made your way back to the counter to pay for the services, the receptionist smiled at you as she refused the card you were holding.

“Your treatment today is already paid for, Miss. As well as the next three treatments, whenever you would like to have them.”

You frowned, trying to remember if you asked Hwiyoung to do this or if you did it yourself. Sensing your confusion, the lady continued to explain.

“I believe it was prepaid by a Mr. Park Jay?” She said, looking at the screen of the iPad in front of her.

You sighed and smiled to yourself before thanking the staff and exiting the salon. As you walked, you took out your phone and snapped a selfie of yourself, showing off your nails.

“Thank you for the treat,” you texted Jay.

It did not take a minute for him to reply to you.

“Can’t wait to see them wrapped around my dick tonight. See you at home.”

“My God,” you muttered to yourself as you brought a hand over your lips to cover your smile. Your boyfriend really had no filter when it was just the two of you.

---

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and you woke up with Jay kissing you all over your face, claiming that he wanted to go hit the gym early and do a couple of errands after. You sulked and held his face against your breasts for a couple of seconds before he chuckled and patted your waist, making you let go of him.

Half an hour later, you decided that it was the day to be experimental. You had your mother send you a recipe of her classic mud cake that she used to make for you and your brother all the time when you were little. Since tomorrow was the monthly meetup schedule with Jay’s parents, you thought it would be nice to show up at their house with something homemade.

You had your iPad propped up on the kitchen counter, away from the stove and the sink because you knew that you could not be trusted with the way your hands move. You had the ingredients stocked since two days ago when Heeseung accompanied you grocery shopping again—a routine that had formed ever since that time you spent away from Jay, and whenever he wasn’t available for you to shop with. In the middle of prepping the mixture, you didn’t trust the measurements that you prepared, so you paused and called your mother.

You managed to keep the conversation focused to cooking, and not derailing to any other topic, but once you hung up you immediately forgot what she said, so you ended up texting back and forth with her. Eventually, you managed to put the cake in the oven to bake, and just as you were wiping your hands on your apron, you heard the door unlock.

“Baby?” Jay called from the doorway. You could hear him placing the keys on the counter and taking off his shoes.

Deciding not to answer, you merely waited until he showed up in the kitchen. He froze and stared at you, and since you couldn’t decode what was in his head, you quickly unlocked your phone to check your reflection. Strands of hair were loose and falling from your messy bun, your black tank top had splotches of white from the flour and sugar, and the apron tied around your waist barely covered the short shorts you were wearing.

“Um,” Jay cleared his throat, “is this my birthday?”

You scoffed and turned around to face the oven again, making sure you had set the temperature right. “I’m experimenting.”

“Define ‘experimenting’,” Jay said, walking over to the sink and getting ready to clean up after you.

You moved to block his way. “I’m baking a cake for our visit tomorrow. Don’t clean up!”

Jay put both his hands up out of reflex, startled that you raised your voice. You sulked and pushed him out of the way, knowing very well he had done enough for you.

“If you’re bringing a cake for my parents then that’s even a better reason for me to help clean up.” Jay stepped towards you and rubbed your shoulders. He then brushed his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the bit of chocolate that somehow ended up there.

“You don’t need to clean up after me. I can do it. It takes an hour and a half to bake the cake and you can go shower or whatever,” you whined, pushing him away again.

“I wanna do whatever, and that means cleaning up,” Jay replied. He bent down to kiss your cheek roughly and then pushed you away.

You realized it was pointless to fight Jay when it comes to cleaning, so you got out of his way and started lightly tidying up around the rest of the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jay was quick to wash all the tools you had used for the cake, and even got to washing the dishes from this morning’s breakfast. When he was done, he turned to look at you and found you texting on your phone, your hair was now let down and the scrunchie you used to tie it was on your wrist.

There was something about you wearing an apron that made Jay stare, and you could feel his eyes boring into you after a couple of seconds.

“What?” You asked nonchalantly, setting your phone down on the counter.

Jay eyed the timer you had set by the oven. You had thirty minutes left until the cake is ready.

“You say that like I’m not allowed to stare at you,” Jay commented, leaning back on the kitchen sink and gripping the edges with his hands. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes squinted in suspicion and Jay just laughed. “What do you want?” You asked, genuinely cautious.

Jay shook his head as he pushed himself forward, walking towards you. “My answer to that is always you. I want you.”

He tilted your chin up to kiss your lips and you immediately sighed. You loved the way he was always so forward with you, and you were grateful that he knew exactly the time and place to be intimate. You felt his arm wrapped around your waist, so you threw your arm around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued to make out.

“Jay,” you whispered, almost out of breath. “Not now.”

“Why not?” Jay protested, his lips grazing yours.

You tilted your head to the side, and he instead latched his lips on to your neck. You stifled back a moan. “The cake is almost done and sex with you takes at least an hour.”

Jay chuckled lowly right by your ear, and you hated how it still made you shiver. You could already feel your panties getting damp, and you did not want to give him the satisfaction.

“You have the timer on, it’s not like you’re gonna burn it,” Jay argued, innocently leaving more kisses down your shoulder.

“But I don’t want to rush when it comes to you.”

Your sentence made Jay stop in his tracks. He sighed before leaving the gentlest kiss on your collarbone. He then cupped your face with his hands.

“Just let me show you how much I appreciate you. Okay?”

You frowned but nodded anyway, and before you could form a reply, Jay’s lips were already attached to yours again. His hands moved to your waist, and with one swift move, he picked you up and made you sit on the empty counter. He continued to kiss you, distracting you with his tongue while his hands untied the apron around your waist. When you felt him tug your shorts, you whined a little, but when he pulled back to look at you with a face that looked like he was begging, you eventually indulged.

He pulled you off the counter, making you stand up straight as he carefully took your shorts and panties off. Instead of sitting back on the counter, he turned you around and made you face it. He then pulled you against his chest before his hand traveled downwards, coating his fingers with your arousal.

“You say you don’t wanna rush but look how quick it takes for you to get wet because of me,” Jay whispered into your ear. You moaned and threw your head back, making him gain access to leave marks on your neck.

“Don’t… tease,” you whined in between breaths. Jay smirked before kissing your cheek again and taking his hands away from your core.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence before Jay gently but very firmly pushed you against the counter. You winced in an instant, feeling the cold against your lower ab. Jay kneeled behind you, your ass right in front of his face, and made you lift your left leg up against the counter. This created the perfect angle for him to stuff his face in your cunt, so that was exactly what he did next.

As soon as you felt his nose nudge against your ass, and his warm tongue pressed flat against your slit, you let out a lewd mewl. Jay wasted no time in making you reach your high, and you could tell from the way he was dragging his tongue up and down your folds as his fingers became busy with flicking your clit. You desperately reached your hands out for something to grip, but with every thrust of his tongue into you, you couldn’t help but moan loudly. For a second, you couldn’t even say his name, your mind clouded by the amount of pleasure he was making you feel.

“Jay,” you whispered, almost inaudible. “Oh my God.”

Jay ignored your pathetic wails and continued to devour you, humming whenever he felt your arousal drip onto his chin, groaning whenever he heard you moan too loud. Whatever he was doing, it was too much and too good, and you easily lost track of time. Your moans became quicker and higher in pitch, and Jay let you stain his face as you squirted all over him. He detached his lips only to rub his fingers along your folds, and when he noticed your legs shaking, he carefully helped you stand up straight.

You turned around as you tried to catch your breath, and Jay was still on his knees, rubbing your thighs and licking you dry. You looked at the mess you just caused on the floor and Jay followed your eyes, grinning at the result of his ministrations. He placed his hand beside you on the counter as he stood up, and as soon as his face was in front of yours you kissed him passionately. He reciprocated your kiss, lovingly rubbing his hands down your hips, and moments later the timer you had set went off.

“Perfect timing,” Jay said with a smile after pulling away from your kiss. You rolled your eyes and he merely chuckled, reaching for your shorts for you to put back on.

Once you did, Jay smacked your ass as you walked over to the oven, peeking to see the cake. “Ugh, I hope it’s good.”

“Even if it isn’t, we just created a core memory,” Jay replied. “I’m actually excited to see you in the kitchen more often.”

“Why, so you can distract me and fuck me senseless again?” You asked, challenging him with your tone.

Jay shrugged as he leaned back on the counter again, a smug smile on his face. “I mean, if that’s what you want.”

---

You waved goodbye for the nth time to Jay’s mom and dad as they both watched you enter your Palisade. Jay was already keeping the engine running, and he had to wait for a couple of minutes since his mother was so happy about the cake you bought and wouldn’t stop thanking you and praising you about it. Once you buckled your seat, Jay lightly pressed the horn and waved his hand out the window, carefully steering the car out of the driveway.

It started to rain when you were still on the highway, and the darkness combined with the soft pitter-patter of the rain made you feel sleepy. You yawned once and quickly reached for your phone to change the playlist into something more upbeat.

“You can sleep if you want,” Jay said, noticing your movement through his peripheral vision.

“No, I don’t want you driving in silence,” you replied. You finally found your dance playlist filled with Latin pop songs, and you sat back and relaxed.

After two songs, you realized the music wasn’t helping you stay awake, but you turned your head and saw Jay tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbing his head to the music.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you for a split second.

You shook your head. “I’m still sleepy.”

The highway was not completely empty but was not packed either, so Jay settled on a speed that felt like cruising. Since the road was straight, he set his free hand on your thigh and gave you a couple of comforting strokes. The way his grip was firm against your skin surely made you feel awake, and he noticed it by the way you were sighing in content.

Jay trailed his fingers up your thigh, and you regretted not wearing a dress or a skirt. Thankfully, though, the fabric of your culottes was thin enough for you to feel the pressure of his touch. Jay calmly stroked his finger along your core, pressing harder just in case you couldn’t feel him, and you squirmed a little in your seat.

Before you were about to protest, the rain started pouring harder. Jay became distracted, and as he tried to focus on the road, he pulled back his hand to put on the steering wheel again. Now fully awake, you sighed and checked your phone, and you noticed that you weren’t even halfway home. You saw Jay slowing down the car and turning on the fog lights, as well as putting the windshield wiper on a faster setting. The cars around you were also slowing down, with some even putting on their hazard lights for caution.

“Baby, there’s a rest area coming up. Let’s just stop and grab coffee and wait for the rain to calm down,” you said, turning your phone towards Jay. He nodded and began searching for the entrance to the rest area.

You were focused on your phone, searching what stores the rest area had, and when you felt the car stopping, you looked around and found out that Jay picked a secluded place to park. The rain was now pouring even harder to the point that the raindrops completely covered your windows, making it hard for anyone to see outside, or for anyone outside to see what’s inside.

“Let me grab the umbrella,” you muttered, undoing your seatbelt. You pushed yourself up with one knee and squeezed yourself into the gap between the driver’s seat and yours, unintentionally sticking your ass up to the air. “Oh, shit. I forgot to put the umbrella back here. It’s still in my Benz.”

Jay chuckled at your comment before lightly smacking your ass.

“Hey!” You protested as you wiggled your way back to your seat.

“Take the hint, baby,” Jay sighed, undoing his own seatbelt. He brushed his hair back and you hated how good it made him look. “Allow me to finish what I started.”

“What do you—mean…”

Your question was put to a halt as soon as you felt Jay palming your core again. You looked at him in question and he nodded at you reassuringly.

“It’s raining hard. Nobody is here. Don’t worry.”

At the sound of his voice, you calmed down. You let Jay adjust your seat, pulling it backwards and making you lie down so he would have ample room to be in front of you. He tugged the edge of your pants once, and it didn’t take him a second time for you to pull them down to your legs and even taking them off completely.

“Oh, baby,” Jay sighed as he saw the sight of your cunt dripping. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

He ran two fingers along your slit, and you shuddered, grasping his wrist. He then brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them before sucking them dry. Your eyes rolled back at his actions, and he found you adorable.

It wasn’t often that you and Jay would fuck with clothes on. When you were in a hurry, or when you needed a quick fix at the office, it would happen. But nowadays, you prefer to keep your intimacy reserved for at home. Now, seeing Jay with his navy collared short sleeve, his hair styled neatly, and his watch around his wrist, made you feel somehow even more aroused than when you saw him completely naked.

Jay took his pants off and carefully made his way to your side, with one hand pumping his length. He leaned in to kiss your cheek before moving down to your neck, licking and sucking on your supple skin because he knows it’s the best way to get you wetter. Your breathing became heavy, and as he continued to devour you, he began massaging your breasts, desperately pulling your top down so he can kiss your tits too.

You felt the cold of his rings and the metal of his watch against the heat of your skin. You were already a whimpering mess, and when he aligned himself with you, you felt the tip of his cock brush your folds.

“Jay,” you whispered, resting your hands around his neck. “Please just do it fast.”

Jay kissed your cheek tenderly at the same time he pushed inside you. Your moan stuttered as you felt him slowly fill you up. He thrusted into you once, and you closed your eyes. You caressed his face and ran your hands through his hair, encouraging him to move faster. For a while, the sound of the raindrops was replaced with the sound of skin slapping, and it echoed in the car. The way Jay was thrusting deeper made you spread your legs wider, and you were grateful that your first car sex with Jay was done in a bigger car, not your Benz.

Determined to get you off fast, Jay kept going faster, and you had to stabilize yourself by holding on to his shoulders. You heard him groan into your ear, signaling that he was also close, so you hooked your legs around his waist and pressed his body closer to you. He came first, shooting his cum inside you, and the warmth drove you to your own high just seconds after.

At this point Jay was panting on your neck, and you gently caressed the back of his head, while your other hand was still holding on to his shoulder. He tilted his head to kiss your jawline and you smiled.

“I don’t want a single drop staining the car,” you whispered. “Don’t make a mess.”

Jay licked his lips before pushing himself up with his palms. He then reached down to grab his dick and began to very carefully, and in an agonizingly slow manner, pull out of you. Your breath began to even out, but then you felt his cum slowly dripping out of you. You gasped when you felt Jay collect his cum with the tip of his dick and pushing it back into you.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“I know,” you responded.

You grabbed a couple of tissues to clean the rest of it, and in a matter of minutes, you were already fully dressed, and Jay was already buckling his pants on as he sat back on the driver’s seat.

“The rain stopped,” he said, peeking out through the window. “Wanna go get that coffee?”

“Yeah, why not?” You looked for your purse. “I feel relaxed after I have sex with you, so I do need caffeine to wake me up.”

Jay laughed, palming his face and brushing his hair back. “So, my attempt to wake you up sort of backfired?”

You checked your phone before chucking it into your purse. “Hey, at least the driver’s wide awake, right?”

---

You had your lunch at your office while you sent Jay off to the canteen, claiming that he needed to socialize more and get a decent lunch since you never really had your custom lunch order exceed a portion of one. You finished eating in less than fifteen minutes, just in time for you to greet your brother. He knew his way in the office, so even without waiting for Hwiyoung to come back from his break, your brother managed to find you seated comfortably on your chair.

“Knock-knock,” your brother said as he knocked on the door and pushed it open at the same time.

“Who’s there?” You responded, placing your chin on your palm and eyeing your brother from your desk.

“Oh, that wasn’t a joke,” he said. Smiling, he trotted over to your desk. “Sister,” he sighed, reaching out both his eyes to hug you.

“Ugh, stop it, Seungho,” you said as you rolled your eyes. You welcomed his embrace. “You don’t want me calling you oppa, do you?”

“God, no,” Seungho shook his head in horror while hugging you tight. When he pulled back, you began observing his looks closely.

“You got a tan,” you commented.

“You cut your hair,” he retorted.

“Is that a scar near your eyebrow?”

“Is that a hickey?”

You fumbled for your phone and checked your reflection, craning your neck to see the spot Seungho pointed at. Nothing was there.

“Made you look,” he chuckled.

You led your brother to the sofa while offering him a choice of drink from your minibar. He settled with sparkling water, and you commented how it was so on brand of him. You then proceeded to join him, sitting on the lounge chair to his side and leaning closely, listening to all his updates on his life and stories about his husband.

“I mean seriously,” Seungho continued, “Byunghee never cleans up after he shaves. And what does he even shave? The damn beard is still there when he’s done.”

You chuckled softly, mostly at the fact that your brother’s husband’s facial hair was one of the things you remembered most about him. He finished his story, or his rant, and then you heard two knocks on the door.

“Come in,” you said.

Hwiyoung came inside and at the sight of your brother, he immediately bowed. Seungho smiled wide and spoke even before Hwiyoung had a chance to formally greet him.

“Is this the famous Park Jay? Oh, I love your hair. So nice to finally meet you!”

You facepalmed and sighed, and poor Hwiyoung was just looking at you in panic. Seungho was confused at both your reactions.

“Wrong assistant, Sir,” Hwiyoung finally spoke up. “I’m Hwiyoung. The second secretary.”

“Oh my God,” Seungho said as he stood up. “That’s embarrassing. I am so sorry! Forgive me for assuming. Also, are you single?”

“Seungho, you’re married!” You yelled.

“Asking for a friend!” Seungho yelled back in defense, putting both his hands up.

Hwiyoung waited exactly two seconds before breaking the silence. “Anyway…”

He walked towards you and spoke in a lower voice, asking for confirmation about your next schedule. Once you were done talking to him, you looked at your brother, who was busy checking his phone for messages.

“Hwiyoung, this is my brother, Seungho.” You sat back as you finished introducing the two.

Seungho apologized again to Hwiyoung before you sent him off. As soon as Hwiyoung left, Seungho looked at you with a wide grin.

“That was more embarrassing for me than for him,” you stated. “Don’t tell Jay about it.”

“Tell me what?”

You flinched in your seat as you heard Jay’s voice. You realized that Hwiyoung did not close the door behind him since he already saw Jay approaching your office.

“Seungho, Jay. Jay, this is my brother.”

You gestured your hand randomly towards the both of them, and then Jay immediately bowed before reaching out his hand to your brother.

“You’re really handsome,” your brother commented.

“Isn’t that lovely?” You chimed in before giving Jay a chance to reply. “I think you’re handsome. My gay brother thinks you’re handsome. You’re universally handsome.”

Seungho cackled and fell back to his seat while Jay was trying to control himself from blushing. It’s not every day that he gets to hear you say he’s handsome.

You instructed Jay to take your seat and talk to your brother to keep him company while you checked on a couple of documents that Hwiyoung sent to your email. You realized there were a couple of things that need fixing, and since there was a guest in your office, you decided to just go to your staff’s desk.

Jay was a natural at socializing, but he had no idea how to properly behave around your brother. You had never told him much about Seungho, and even when you do, nothing about your stories reflect that much about his personality. It took him a while to finally relax and find a shared interest with Seungho, and soon enough the conversation shifted to the topic of you.

“I’ve been meaning to say,” Seungho cleared his throat before emptying the bottle of sparkling water into his glass, “thank you.”

Jay’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure I understand…”

“For making my sister happy.”

Jay blinked once, blankly staring at Seungho’s hands. “Oh,” was his only respond.

Seungho smiled. “I’m saying this because all she did in her past relationship was rant about her boyfriends, I mean exes, to me. I haven’t heard anything bad about you, so I guess you’re doing something right.”

Jay scoffed, still searching for the proper way to respond. Seungho calmly waved his hand as he set back his glass on the table.

“I’ve also heard good things about you from my parents. My mom, particularly, wouldn’t shut up about you. And I know it’s none of my business, but… your relationship is serious, right?”

Hearing this question, Jay nodded without a beat. “I’m serious.”

“Good,” Seungho said. “Because if you hurt her, I’m gonna have to unleash all the hidden knowledge I have gained from listening to a lot of true crime podcasts.”

Jay blinked again in astonishment. Seungho laughed.

“I’m kidding! Obviously.” Seungho gently punched Jay on his shoulder, and Jay responded with a nervous laugh.

---

You winced as you felt the cold of the water hit your face. You quickly washed up and put on your skincare, deciding to go extra on the sunscreen for today. It was still dark, but you woke up before your alarm went off, so you figured you could get ready early before Jay wakes up. When you were done in the bathroom, you went back into your bedroom and changed into your workout outfit in the dark. Once you were ready, you turned to see Jay still sleeping soundly.

“Baby,” you called as you sat on the edge of the bed. “We need to leave soon if we want to catch the sunrise.”

Jay stirred in his sleep and shifted to face you. His eyebrows were knitted, and his lips pursed. You chuckled as you tapped your finger to his lips. He then whined and pulled you into him by your wrist. He managed to hug you sideways, and all you did was pat his shoulders in return.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled, lips brushing your skin.

“Up on the count of three, come on,” you replied, getting ready to pull him up. “One, two…”

Jay pushed himself up and into your arms, leaning towards you and kissing your lips but missing his aim. He ended up kissing your chin.

“Three,” you said calmly before properly giving him a good morning kiss. “Now go change. You promised you’d take me to see the sunrise. I wouldn’t have gotten up so early if you weren’t the one taking me.”

Jay merely yawned and stretched his arms. “Okay, Boss.”

You had to tell Jay to chill and not speed since it was quite a long drive to the mountain. Apparently, Jay had done extensive research about the best sunrise spots in the city, and he deemed that the best spot would be the one that was not walking distance from your place. Luckily, you both got there in time. You spotted a couple of people who were also hiking early, assuming they were there to watch the sun too.

Once you reached the perfect spot—away from the people but not sacrificing the view, you brushed the back of your leggings before sitting down on the rocks. Jay followed suit, sitting next to you as he kept his hands inside the pockets of his windbreaker. He froze for a while, running both hands into the pockets like he was searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing his jittery behavior.

He paused again like he was processing something to say, then he took one hand out and felt the pocket on his jogger.

“Forgot I put the keys here,” he said with a stupid grin.

You chuckled and sat comfortably. With Jay right beside you, it meant you had a nice shoulder to lean on. Jay pressed his head on yours, and as you both sat there in silence, the sun started to peek. You watched as the dark sky turned orange, and although it felt like it took ages to get there, the sun rising ended way faster, and in that short moment the view of the sunrays hitting the forest below you and the rocks around you made you choke up.

Jay linked his fingers with your hand and brought it up to his lips. Kissing your knuckles, he told you he loved you in a voice that was barely even a whisper. You closed your eyes as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting his warmth cover you like a cozy blanket. When you opened your eyes, the sun had already turned the sky a light blue. The slight fog you saw between the trees had disappeared too.

“We’re having dinner tonight at the restaurant that Jake does part-time work,” Jay stated, pulling back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Wear whatever you’d like, but I’d love it if you look pretty.”

“Are you saying I’m not pretty now?” You asked. You then pulled up your hoodie to cover your head.

“Hoodie on, hoodie off, you’re always pretty,” Jay replied. He then tugged the edge of the hoodie back to expose your ear as he leaned into it. “You’re the prettiest when you’re naked for me, though.”

His whisper obviously sent shivers down your spine, so you just hit him gently on the chest to combat the sheer embarrassment that was starting to show on your cheeks. Jay chuckled lowly and pulled your hoodie back completely before pulling you into a warm hug.

---

“Babe, can you unbox the two packages that have been sitting by the door while you wait?”

Jay had to look up from his phone to pay attention to you. You were sitting at your vanity table, taking your time to put on makeup since you really did want to look pretty as per Jay’s request. He nodded before setting his phone down on the bed and leaving the bedroom.

“Do you want me to unbox it here in the kitchen, or…?” Jay’s sentence hung in the air as he waited for your response.

You answered him by walking out of your bedroom and meeting him in the kitchen. You were done with your makeup except for your lip color, and for a second Jay thought you were sick because of how pale your lips looked.

“Actually, I think one of those boxes is my order,” you said, hopping to sit on the bar stool. You watched as Jay carefully opened the box with a cutter.

The first box was filled with paper wrap and paper confetti, and you noticed how Jay was already smiling even before he took out what was inside. When he did, you gasped and kept your mouth open as you admired what appeared to be two matching cat mugs—one was light blue with a black cat on it, and the other was baby pink with a white cat one it. When pushed together, it looked like the black cat was grooming the white cat.

“Matching mugs for us!” Jay said with a huge smile. “Do you think it’s cute?”

You were still speechless from the shock and pure adoration, so you said nothing as you unboxed your own package. A second later, you pulled out a dark green mug with a little white cat siting on the handle.

“I literally got this for you,” you said, pushing the green mug to Jay.

Jay was now laughing softly and rendered speechless. You pulled the blue and pink cat mugs and carefully picked one up.

“What made you buy these?” You asked.

Jay shrugged, also admiring the green mug. “I just thought of you when I saw them. I figured, since you can’t hang out with cats because of me, I should make an effort to add more cat stuff to our daily lives.”

“That’s adorable,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“And this?” Jay asked, holding up his mug.

“Bought that on a whim. I thought of getting it for you since it’s your color, but if you don’t want it, I was gonna use it for myself.”

The two of you then just stared at the three mugs on the counter, and then at each other. You chuckled before you stretched out your arms, and Jay walked over to your side to give you a hug.

“Go finish your makeup,” Jay said, kissing the top of your head. “Jake will literally be waiting for us.”

You snorted at his pun. “Funny. You still need to style your hair.”

Jay muttered a soft ‘fuck’ before you cackled and walked away to the bedroom, with him trailing behind you.

---

You and Jay were seated by the window that overlooked the city. The lights from the buildings and the moving cars below created the perfect view, and you had to admit that the night sky was one of your favorite things to look at, second to watching sunsets. You were wearing a baby blue jumpsuit with a matching-colored fuzzy cardigan and your pearl choker around your neck. Jay was dressed in a darker shade of blue, with his navy button-down making his honey skin glow. His wristwatch matched your golden accessories, and if someone were to take a picture of the two of you at your table, it would have looked like something out of Pinterest.

The conversation you were having with Jay was hushed because you did not want to disturb the serenity of your surroundings. The restaurant was not full, but you spotted several couples as well as families sitting quite far from where you were. Jake was already waiting for another table when you arrived, but whenever he had to pass you to get to the table, he would always look to you and give you a wink.

You felt like this had become a routine, for Jay to reserve a table at a restaurant you did not know and to enjoy a luxurious dinner while talking about everything going on in your lives. While Jay was speaking, you lost yourself for a moment, just staring at him while he was looking down at his food and babbling about stuff at work. You realized that you will never get bored of his stories, no matter how long you two had been together. You will listen to him for the rest of your life.

Your waiter cleared out your table once you finished your main course. When he asked what you wanted for dessert, Jay requested some time to choose. It was odd, you thought, since normally he would come prepared with a set of dishes to choose from. The waiter excused himself, and right after, Jay cleared his throat.

“Y/N,” Jay said in a low voice. The change in his tone sort of alarmed you. If you weren’t madly in love with each other, you would have thought he was about to break up with you.

“Jay?” You asked back. It made him chuckle. “Is everything okay?”

You saw Jay shifting in his seat, reaching into his pocket. He then took out a small box. It was black velvet, and from the size it could only be an engagement ring. Or earrings. Your heart started beating so fast. It seemed like Jay could sense it, so to make things clear, he opened the box and pushed it towards the center of the table, showcasing the ruby ring that was planted inside.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, more towards yourself.

“Listen,” Jay cleared his throat, “I prepared a whole speech, so I hope you’d be willing to listen.”

You laughed softly and straightened your position. Your hands were fiddling on your lap, and you tried your best to keep looking into his eyes as he spoke.

“I’ve thought about this for a long time, even before I proposed to you when I was drunk. I rarely get drunk, but when I do, my friends usually tell me I become even more honest than I already am. So, believe me, it wasn’t just me blabbering. I really want to marry you.”

You nodded gently and waited for him to continue. He took a deep breath.

“First, I want to apologize to you. For lying.”

You frowned.

“Whenever I’m away, spending a couple of hours from home, and whatever my excuse was, it was a lie. I was making appointments, planning stuff, seeing the designer for the ring, meeting your parents, meeting my parents, basically taking care of everything I needed to do before I ask you the question.”

Your eyes softened. “You talked to my parents?”

Jay nodded. “I’ve been spending more time with them, together or separately, just so I can get to know them better. It’s nice of them to always meet up with me in the city since they know I’m allergic to cats.”

You chuckled. You felt your eyes slowly tearing up.

“I talked to your dad first. I think he was the one who ended up convincing your mom, you know, that I’m actually a decent guy.”

Jay laughed nervously after his statement, and you continued to look at him, smiling.

“I’ve thought about everything regarding work, too, you know. If this status would change anything, and I kind of weighed all the options before coming to the decision that I do want to marry you and I still want to work for you.”

You nodded again. Jay then reached out for your hand, and you quickly placed your hand in his. You could feel him slightly trembling, and you thought that it was wholesome.

“Damn it, I forgot what else I was supposed to say.”

You almost snorted at his remark, looking down to contain your laughter. Jay pressed his lips together before he looked into your eyes again.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You could no longer hold your tears back, so you let them fall. As you sniffed, you squeezed his hand in yours and smiled.

“With all my heart,” you answered.

Jay smiled back at you before taking the ring and putting it on your finger. You did not even take a second to admire the ring before you stood up and took a step towards him. He stood to pull you into his arms, hugging you tightly and whispering words of love in your ears. And at the same time, you heard the dispersed sound of clapping throughout the restaurant.

You felt slightly embarrassed that the people there had to witness your crying face, but you were happy that they shared the joy, so you silently thanked them with a hand over your chest. Jay did the same. He helped you go back to your seat.

Jay sat back and let out a sigh of relief, and you chuckled at him. Your waiter returned, and this time Jay placed the order for your dessert. Just seconds after, Jake walked over to your table.

“Way to go, mate,” he said, bumping Jay’s shoulder with his fist ever so gently. Jay muttered a soft thanks, and then Jake looked at you. “Noona, congratulations.”

You reached out both your hands to Jake and he held them tightly, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got pictures and videos of the proposal. I’ll airdrop them as soon as my shift is over,” Jake confessed. “Now I gotta run before my manager sees me.”

Your mouth was wide open, and you were left stunned, unable to form a response. Jay laughed.

“Does that mean he recorded me crying?” You asked Jay, looking around.

“I’m sure he got it at a good angle,” Jay responded, reassuring you. “Oh, right, I remembered what I was going to say.”

You were taking a sip from your glass of water and almost spat it back out from laughing. “What is it?”

“I was supposed to propose to you this morning when we were watching the sunrise.”

You looked at Jay for a couple of seconds before you blinked. “So, when you were frantically patting yourself down and searching for something in your pocket, it wasn’t the car keys but the ring? You left it at home?”

“Exactly.”

You snorted again and laughed silently, your fiancé chuckling with you.

---

After a hearty chat with Jake as soon as his shift ended, you went home with a bunch of pictures and videos on your phone. Jay was right, Jake knew all the good angles, although it’s a shame he couldn’t capture the audio since he was recording from a distance.

Mr. Lee picked you up with a huge smile on his face, and it made you realize that Jay had given him a heads-up already about his plan. Your driver glance towards you and you held up your hand, moving your fingers and showing off the ring.

“Are you relieved now, Park?” Mr. Lee asked after congratulating you both.

“I am!” Jay replied. “Thank you for driving me around, Mr. Lee.”

“You made him drive you around?” Your eyes widened as you shifted your gaze between your fiancé and your driver.

Mr. Lee waved off his hand. “Only once or twice, Miss. Don’t you worry. The younger Mr. Lee drove him around more often.”

“I can’t believe you’re taking both my drivers behind my back,” you sighed, leaning your head on Jay’s shoulder.

Jay merely shrugged. “I’ll be sure to leave them both a huge tip later.”

The moment you arrived at home you were exhausted. Jay was too, and you guessed it was because the whole suspense and anticipation he had been holding in for the whole day. You decided to take turns showering, and when you finished first, you went to the kitchen to make tea for two.

When you returned to the bathroom, Jay was already done washing up. You did your skincare side by side, and Jay took the jade roller from your hands and made you give instructions on how to use it on your face. You did the same routine on Jay’s face, and throughout the whole process he was closing his eyes and smiling.

You both then slipped into your favorite pajamas—your silky kimono set in green and Jay’s cotton pajamas in black. He made you sit on the sofa to choose a movie for the night while he made sure the tea that you prepared was still hot. You opted for your all-time favorite romcom that you had watched more than five times, and at this point you were able to follow almost all the dialogs in the movie. Jay smiled as he listened to your rambles, alternating between rubbing your shoulders or running his fingers through your hair.

As the end credits rolled up, you turned to look at Jay and started fondly caressing his face. Your eyes fell to your engagement ring, and Jay quickly noticed it.

“Gorgeous, huh?” He asked with a grin on his face.

“It’s breathtaking. And also huge. Would you be offended if I don’t wear it every day? I’m afraid of losing it,” you confessed, fixing the ring on your finger.

“You can do whatever you want, my queen,” Jay replied. He leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’m tired and sleepy right now. Can we have sex in the morning?”

Jay chuckled and booped your nose. “I kiss you once and you already think I’m trying to get in your pants?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am.”

You snorted and lightly slapped his cheek. “In the morning. Not now. Or try waking me up with it. Whatever.”

Jay nodded and saluted you. You pulled his hand down as he laughed. You then threw your body onto his and let him cage you in the warmest embrace you had ever been in your life.

-END-

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another author's note: THERE YOU HAVE IT! he proposed. it was cliche but i love it. hope you did too! as usual, if you find any mistakes, typos, or grammatical errors, do let me know! ❤

read the next part: daylight

[ejzah]

A/N: For @anonkp, who thought the head canon below would make a good story.

Deeks didn’t tell Kensi for years, but the events of “Silo” were the main trigger for his frequent nightmares and hyper vigilance. He knows all the events leading up to it, the many traumatic cases, near misses, and Kensi’s coma likely played a role. Knowing she was going into the tunnels though, that phone call with her, it was the straw that broke him.

Takes place post “A Land of Wolves”.

***

I’ll Shoulder Your Pain any Day

Kensi woke up alone in bed for the third night in a row. The previous two times, she’d stayed there, waiting for Deeks to come back. Tonight though, when she found her arms empty, and the mattress beside her cold, she slipped a t-shirt on, and padded out into the living room.

Deeks was easy enough to find, his tall frame silhouetted by moonlight as he faced one of the windows. He didn’t seem to be in immediate distress, but Kensi couldn’t think of any other reason he’d be up now.

“Hey, everything ok?” she asked, keeping her voice soft so she wouldn’t startle him. He didn’t show any physical response to her voice, which meant he’d known she was there.

He lifted one shoulder without turning. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Was it another dream?” She crept closer since he didn’t seem inclined to close the distance, and laid her hand over his shoulder. She could feel the tension in his muscles and the stiff way he held himself, and started rubbing in small circles, applying almost no pressure. After a few minutes, some of the tension eased, and she tried again.

“What was it about this time? Sidorov? Mexico?”

“No,” he murmured. She thought that was all she would get, but then to her surprise he added, “You were in that silo again.”

“What? That happened years ago and you weren’t even there,” she said, confused that he would dream about that of all things. His shoulders tensed again, and she frowned, gently nudging him until he turned to face her. “Deeks, how often do you dream about that day?”

“All the time,” he revealed, eyes lowered to the floor. Between the less than ideal lighting and his bangs, she couldn’t get a good read on his expression. “Well, not as much recently.”

“But something triggered it again.”

He glanced up slowly, unexpected guilt in his eyes. She couldn’t imagine what brought it on.

“You going missing,” he inhaled shakily, pressing his lips together as he looked to the ceiling now. “Not knowing where you were, if you were alive or—just all of it. Brings me right back to that day when you called me and I didn’t think I’d ever hear your voice again.”

“Oh my god, baby,” Kensi whispered, cupping his cheek in her palm. He shivered at the contact. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried, in my own way.” There was a sadness to his voice; he worked so hard to be positive most of the time, which made the contract that much more jarring. “I started talking about leaving more. Certainly brought it up before then, but that day, and case…it changed something. It made me realize how much danger we, you, were in every single day, and the thought of losing you like that terrified me more than anything that has or could ever happen to me.”

He exhaled slowly, looking as though he’d revealed a huge secret. Kensi supposed he had.

“And that’s when you started being more vigilante about being with me during dangerous cases,” Kensi realized. “Especially outside of LA.” She felt so stupid for not making the connection.

“Yeah. In my mind, if I could be by your side, then I could keep you safe, if we couldn’t leave yet. And then, I know it doesn’t excuse some of the things I said, but, um, when we started talking about going to Mexico to get Derrick Mosley back, I just lost it. All I could see was the most important person in my life never coming back home.”

“Well, you were pretty close with that one,” Kensi whispered. She’d always known Deeks struggled more with the dangerous side of their jobs after a point, but she hadn’t put the triggering even into place. It put everything into perfectly awful perspective.

The desperation she’d seen in Deeks’ eyes, in his voice when he’d asked her to leave with him instead of going to Mexico.

Deeks stared down at her with a mixture of apprehension and pleading. She silently cursed herself for making him feel he couldn’t be completely truthful about this topic with her. Even with their improved communication, the tendency to push it down seemed ingrained.

Sliding her hands down his arms, she stopped at his hands, and grasped them in hers, bringing them between their chests.

“Baby, I need you to tell me these things. Even if you think I won’t want to hear it, or it might upset me. I know I’ve reacted…poorly in the past, but I promise I won’t shut you out like that again. Your well-being, your happiness is important too, and I am so sorry that I made you think it wasn’t.”

He nodded once, not resisting when Kensi wrapped her arms around his back. His body melted into her, and she could only imagine how tired he was. She dragged her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, keeping it up until he was completely relaxed against her.

“Do you want to go back to bed?” she asked softly. He lifted one shoulder.

“If I fall asleep, I’ll probably just have another nightmare,” he muttered.

“Then I’ll hold you through them. And talk you through it.” She kissed the side of his head. “I just don’t want you to go through this alone anymore.”

He didn’t answer, but eased back, letting her take his hand, and lead him back to their bedroom.

***

A/N: I hope this is ok. I feel like I wanted it to be more impactful then it turned out.

[noelle666]

Ship/Kiss challenge - Heinrix van Calox/Noelle von Valancius

Original post with all options

Some post-game events.

30. ... as a comfort (I hope I understood it correctly)

A middle of a night was one of the most peaceful periods on a voidship: the great mechanisms were working without rest, but even they, the insides of a great leviathan, seemed to turn into a different, calmer mode. Heinrix van Calox, former interrogator of Ordo Xenos, rolled over to the other side in a bed, his mind was covered in deep warm slumber. Some time passed after events on Epitath, the Koronus Expance was awaiting for changes, but for now all what was needed is a breath of a fresh air and some time to recover. And the one who needed it most was Lord Captain, who was sleeping next to Heinrix, or so he thought.

Psyker felt something is not right and opened his eyes - Noelle was not in bed. On one hand there could be nothing extraordinary, yet a glimps of anxiety appeared in Heinrix's heart. He noticed a dim light in bathroom and decided to wait for a bit: one minute, two, five, nothing has changed. Silence added more notes of worry with its heavy invisible hand, so the man decided to get up and check if everything is alright with his beloved. He entered the room and saw Lord Captain sitting with her back to the entrance on a round ottoman, she wrapped her legs with arms and looked completely tiny in this pose, like a hedgehog hiding from danger. Heinrix came closer, he squated down and looked into the woman's face: her gaze was directed to one point, filled with something... dark. She didn't noticed a visitor - it seemed the whole world around her did not exist at all.

"Noelle, what is it? Are you hurt?"

The words awakened her.

"Heinrix? Why are you here?" - she looked surprised at the man nex to her, - "Please, go back to sleep. I just need... some time..."

"I can call for healers if you don't want to bother me, even knowing care about you is my primary goal..."

"No, no, I am fine", - Noelle interrupted psyker. She made a pause and continued, - "A nightmare, that is all".

"A mere nightmare cannot frighten Lord Captain, there was definitely something more. Tell me, please", - Heinrix gently took Noelle's hand in his. Young woman hesitated at first but started her tale:

"You told me that after leaving the Inquisition your former collegues will start hunting you. You said, when they come for you I won't be harmed because you will make everything possible to protect me. Since then this thought can't leave my mind. I started to think on a solution to avoid it, to protect you or even hide you. I could not allow anything to tear away your freedom which you recieved recently, which you needed and desired deeply inside of your heart. And I could never allow anything or anyone take away the one I love.

Recently these thoughts occupied me completely, after we finished our mission. Calcazar was the Lord Inquisitor of the Expanse, yes, he brought a good number of his forces to Epitath but still there are many other acolytes who could restore the Koronus branch of Ordo Xenos and continue his work. And if... when they find out about you...

I think tonight I just gave up at some point, my spirit did, at least. I saw a dream: we were stanging on a deck, as usual, discussing where to travel next. You were next to me. And then doors opened, and a dozen of people appeared. Two of them, a man and a woman, introduced themselves as an Inquisitor and an acolyte, I couldn't hear their names or see their faces, but I clearly saw rosettes on their chests, and behind them was a squad of armed soldiers. They said they came after the traitor, after you. I was ready to tell them I won't allow them to do anything but you stopped me. You smiled at me and said: "Don't worry. It is my business, not yours, you won't be harmed, as I promissed to you. I must go with them. I love you and always will". You touched my cheek, then you turned to them: a woman handcuffed you, and I noticed you moaned out of pain and your nose started to bleed. I made a step towards you, someone touched my shoulder and tried to stop me, and I felt... emptiness as if something bit a piece of my soul. I realised this acolyte was Pariah and could only imagine how hard and painful it was for you to stand next to such person.

They decided to handle the matter without mittens, they started to drag you out of the deck, and the more time you were spending next to the Pariah acolyte the worse your condition became. They were cruel. They would've definitely tortured you. I couldn't allow it to happen... And then...

My own shriek deafened me. I don't know how and where I got these poweres, but the only thing I remembered and felt was flaming anger. I fell on my knees and screamed, and then... when my sight was cleared I sawa deck engulfed in flames, people, survivors, were screaming in horror, some were helping wounded. Dead bodies were lying everywhere. I saw you - you grabbed a pistol from a dead soldier and shot this Pariah woman. I looked at the Inquisitor, who stood behind you, he wanted to stab you with a dagger, and I thought "Don't!" and his head exploded the moment the thought appeared in my head.

The whole place was swallowed with warp and I was its source. You ran towards me, grabbed me and commanded to look at you. "We need to run, get up, quickly!" - you said. You tried to help me but a strong sharp pain pierced my head. My eyes become wet, I touched my cheeks and saw blood. You were still holding me and said: "Hold on, I will help you! We just need to leave!" but... I felt this was the end of me. I could only push you from me and... I screamed again. The last thing I remember is your far away voice calling me".

Noelle shrinked on an ottoman even more than before, Heinrix felt her hand shivering. The man carefully hugged her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I needed to be more careful with words. Yet again the fault is mine".

"Don't say that. This time I couldn't hold my emotions under control..."

"Noelle, my love, my little guardian", - Heinrix smiled and looked at Lord Captain, - "We all can make mistakes. I need to learn a lot about being happy and about mutual love and I know you will help me with that. But please, you too let me help if something's bothering you. We are together, remember? Don't be afraid to share your worries with me, even if you think the matter is not important. I am always here for you. Forever and ever".

Lord Captain looked into Heinrix eyes trying to drive away the obsession which almost took over her again: grey eyes, one brighter and one darker, which looked cold as ice when they first met and now were filled care and love. Psyker kissed Noelle, the warmth of his lips helped her to calm down; one kiss after another, each filled with gentleness as if the man was telling her "I am here. I am with you". Afterwards, Heinrix picked his beloved up and carried her to the bedroom, he covered her in a blanked and kissed her goodnight. The rest of the night passed quietly and calmly.

[metalnecklace]

There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 4494

Warnings: Canon Character Death, Mentions of Violence

Notes: Reader is dealing with lots of emotions in this one, we do not slut shame in this house also.

Masterlist

Chapter 6

He came home in time for lunch the next day, and seemed to be in a better mood. We didn’t discuss our sleeping arrangements from the night before, but I couldn’t miss the way he seemed to be moving about the kitchen as if he was lighter. He even reached for a glass of water instead of whiskey.

We laughed together while we cooked, a part of the wall we had built between us broken down. It was easy, it was comfortable. But he had to go back to work after.

“We got some intel, from an old informant of mine.” He was smoking while sitting back on the couch. He looked tense as he spoke about it, but not as much as he had been. “Carillo thinks this could be it. I think so, too. I won’t be back for a few days, but I’ll call when I can, okay?”

I watched him walk to the door, and as he pulled on his shoes and jacket I felt a tug in my chest.

“Be safe,” I said.

He looked up at me before opening the door. “I will. I promise.”

A few days passed. He’d called a few times, reassuring me they were getting closer. One day he called and he was anxious, I could tell.

“If tonight goes right then I’ll be coming home tomorrow. I’ll call you as soon as I can with an update.”

“Okay,” I was laying on his couch, my head on his pillow, his phone pressed to my ear. “I’ll see you soon!”

He hung up and I waited. I slept on the couch that night, and again when he didn’t show up the next night. I was disappointed but I understood that things didn’t always pan out the way he hoped.

There was a knock on the door the next morning, and I wasn’t sure what to do. Javier had told me to never open the door, and that only he and Steve had keys to the place. But a woman’s voice came through from the other side.

“Hey! It’s Connie! I have a key but wanted to warn you before I came barging in.”

I looked through the peephole to confirm the identity of the woman, and sure enough, she looked exactly as I pictured. Although I was shocked she was there, I opened up the door and was greeted by her wide smile.

“You must be (Y/N)?” She asked.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Connie.” I smiled warmly, it was hard not to in her presence. “Come on in!”

I closed the door behind her and watched her look around. I was grateful that I had kept the place tidy, not that there was much to mess up.

“I’ve only been in here a handful of times,” she said. “He really hasn’t added anything.”

“Is your place a bit cozier?” I asked, taking a seat on the couch.

She sat on the same chair I first sat in when I got there. “Definitely. Even though I haven’t been around I still wanted it to feel more like home, you know? Steve didn’t change anything, it still looks as it did when I left.”

“That must be nice. It would be better if this place had a bit of a homier feel.” I sighed and looked around, my eyes landing on the one picture he had up.

“That’s Javi for you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink? We need to get some groceries in the next few days but I could always make something.”

She waved her hand. “No, no, all good. I’m actually here because Javi hasn’t been able to call. Did he tell you about what was going on?”

I paused for a moment, worried about what might have happened. “Just that he thought they were getting close, and he said if it went well he was gonna come back last night. Which he didn’t.”

Connie nodded, closing her eyes for a moment. “Steve came home last night. We’d spoken on the phone a few nights ago and things sounded bad, so I came to see him. (Y/N), he was a wreck.”

“What happened? Why didn’t Javi come home?”

“How much have you heard about Colonel Carillo?” She was staring at her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“I just know what he’s been doing, what happened now?” My stomach turned thinking about how Javi was the night he told me how bad it had gotten.

“He’s dead, (Y/N). Escobar killed Carillo.”

I could feel the blood leave my face.

“Steve said it was an ambush, the intel was wrong.” My heart sunk. The intel had come from Javi. “The funeral is tomorrow, Javi is just finishing up some meetings today but Steve said he’ll be back by tonight. They both have the day off tomorrow.”

I sat there for a moment, thinking about how he might be when he comes home.

“Steve’s coming home in a few, he just had to step out to the office. Do you need anything at all?” She asked, standing up. Her hands trembled slightly as she dusted off her pants.

“No, I’m okay. Thank you, Connie.” I stood as well. “It was really nice meeting you, even under these circumstances.”

She smiled, concern and care reflecting on her face. “Of course. We’re just upstairs if you need anything at all, or just need some company.”

Once I was alone again I found myself pacing the living room. I was so worried for Javi, and wanted him home as soon as possible, but I had to wait.

When he finally did come home I wasn’t sure how to act. He had on a dress shirt and a tie that was loosened around his neck. I walked up to him and stopped, the two of us staring at each other for a moment before he broke the spell.

“Connie told you?”

I nodded.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“She said the funeral’s tomorrow.”

He took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen. “I don’t do funerals.”

I waited for the telltale sign of his drink pouring into a glass before I followed him. His suit jacket was pulled tight across his back as he brought his drink to his lips. I felt my mouth go dry as I realized I could see his muscles even through the material, and under any other circumstances I would have been dreaming about them for the rest of the night. In that moment all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and press my body close to his. I wanted to take away whatever pain and anguish he was feeling.

“It’s all my fault,” he choked out, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his breaths.

“No, Javier, it’s not. You know it’s not.”

He whirled around, facing me. “It is. I’m the one who had the intel, I trusted someone I shouldn’t have, I fed him to the fucking wolves, and everyone keeps saying it’s not my fault but it is. It fucking is. Even if it wasn't, how would it make a goddamn difference?”

The look on my face must have been pure shock because as soon as he was finished he started to apologize.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, fuck. I didn’t mean to get mad at you-“

“It’s okay.” My voice was steadier than I felt. “I know you aren’t mad at me.”

I reached over and poured his glass down the drain, before placing it in the sink. I took his hand and led him into his room. His jacket slid down his shoulders, my hands following in its absence, and I loosened his tie enough that I could slip it over his head.

I turned around and gathered clean clothes for him. I placed them on the bed and turned back to him in time to see him unbuttoning the last button on his shirt.

“Go shower, then come to bed.”

He looked like he was about to argue but thought better of it. Wordlessly he picked up his clothes, did as I asked, and came back into the bedroom. I was already under the covers, wearing a pair of sleep shorts and the shirt he gave me when I first arrived.

“Are you sure?” He asked, standing in the doorway.

He looked so soft in that moment, so innocent. I wasn’t sure how he ever held a gun or killed people with eyes that soft. Even his damp hair looked like a cloud.

I nodded my head in the direction of his side of the bed. “Come on.”

He slid into bed, just like he had the first time. Only I didn’t want any space, and immediately put my head and hand on his chest. He stiffened for a moment and I started to regret my actions.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first if you were comfortable with that,” I said, starting to pull away.

His hand reached out and cradled the back of my head, pulling me gently back down to his chest. I nuzzled my face against him and closed my eyes. He sighed deeply, and I felt his body finally relax. I opened my mouth to say goodnight but was met with his soft snores. I almost laughed at how quickly he fell asleep, but I ended up falling asleep not long after.

When I awoke we were still in the same position, only my leg was hitched up over his hips. I could feel something pressing into my leg, and I blushed once I realized what it was. Carefully I lifted myself off of him and crept out of bed.

I was preparing eggs and hashbrowns when he wandered into the kitchen, his hair tousled and he was rubbing one of his eyes. He nearly looked like a kid, if it weren’t for the facial hair. I glanced downward to check if his earlier issue was resolved, and I didn’t see any evidence of what had been pressing against me.

“Morning,” he croaked, taking the cup of coffee I was offering him.

“Good morning,” I said, turning back to the pan cooking on the stove. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, actually,” his voice was slightly better than when he first spoke, but it was still rough. “I slept better than I had expected.”

“Me too, actually.” I pulled out some plates and started to divide our portions.

“Interesting,” Javier said.

We ate together in comfortable silence. The funeral was that day but I didn’t want to remind him, or question if he changed his mind about going.

Apparently he hadn’t, and spent the day watching the news. I sat with him, one hand on his knee while they showed footage of different bombings and shootings.

Eventually a knock sounded at the door.

Javier sighed and stood up, my hand falling back to my side. “That’ll be Steve,” he groaned.

Sure enough, it was. Connie was with him as well. They were still dressed in their funeral attire, and Steve looked just as exhausted as Javi.

Javi let them into the apartment and shut the door behind them.

“Hey guys,” Connie said, waving to me.

“We’re just getting home, obviously,” Steve said. “We were wondering if you guys would like to come up for dinner and a drink?”

Javi glanced at the clock. “Yeah, that’d be nice. What do you think, (Y/N)?”

“That would be really nice.”

“Then it’s settled.” Connie clapped her hands together, her smile growing. “Let’s say, six thirty?”

We agreed on the time and they left. Luckily there was enough time to relax some more before having to shower and change out of our matching sweatpants.

Javi sat on the couch and we continued to watch the news. They were talking about this newer group called Los Pepes and I could see the tension mounting throughout his body. I tapped him on the shoulder. He quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Why don’t you lay down for a bit?”

He chucked. “If I do that I might fall asleep.”

I shrugged. “We have enough time, you could use the rest.”

I could see he was thinking about it, but eventually he shook his head. “I’m pretty comfortable here with you, plus I want to see what they’re saying on here.” He nodded at the television, still broadcasting the news.

“I didn’t say you had to go lay down in bed.” I laughed when he looked even more confused. “Just lay down here.”

He still looked unsure. When did this man ever just relax?

“Come here,” I said, moving over to one end of the couch and trying to twist his body. He was so rigid and tense that it was like trying to move a house. Impossible. “Just trust me.”

He immediately relaxed, and let me maneuver him back so he was laying down with his head in my lap. He turned so he was watching the news still, and hummed as I buried one of my hands in his hair. I scratched lightly at his scalp and rubbed his temples and the base of his neck with my fingers.

“That feels so good,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

I kept going, until I could feel his breaths evening out. His body had completely melted under my hands, and I continued to sit with him while I carded my fingers through his hair as he slept. He looked so peaceful that I couldn’t help but watch as his chest rose and fell and the tension left his hands. I leaned forward slightly to look at his face and noticed the crease that had been steadily deepening between his eyebrows was slowly evening out while he slept.

I could have stayed there forever if it meant letting this man have peace.

Eventually Javier’s eyes opened, and he slowly sat up. He looked so relaxed and like he had just slept for hours, not just twenty minutes.

“Are you a witch or something?” He asked, looking at me as if he truly believed I might have been. “Because holy fuck. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this relaxed.”

We slowly got ourselves ready to go to the Murphy’s, and knocked on their door at six thirty five. They greeted us warmly and let us in. Everyone was dressed casually in jeans and tshirts, and the beer flowed freely. I complimented Connie on her home, and love looking at the little pieces scattered about that were truly them.

I wasn’t sure how it would be to talk with them, and I was quite nervous. Javier seemed to notice and placed his hand on my jittery leg under the table. A sense of calm washed over me and allowed me to relax into conversation. Overall dinner was quite easy going, and I loved being able to talk to Steve outside of his job, and Connie was so warm and welcoming. They both asked a lot of questions about Canada, but Javi cut them off when they asked why I had left.

“Alright, enough with the questions,” he said before finishing off his beer. “She’s been interrogated enough for a lifetime.”

They backed off with a laugh and Connie stood up to clear the table.

“Here, Connie,” I stood as well and grabbed mine and Javi’s plates, “let me help you out.”

“That’s not necessary, (Y/N). You’re a guest here,” she insisted.

“It’s best not to argue with her,” Javi cut in once again. “The whole thing about Canadians being super polite is very true.”

We laughed as I followed Connie into the kitchen and dried the dishes while she washed.

“So,” she began, “you and Javi, huh?”

I chuckled, trying to play off her question. “Yeah, he’s very kind, I’m so grateful that he’s letting me stay with him.”

“Right, but that’s not all, right?” She looked at me, her lips quirked into a smile.

“Oh, no, nothing like that is happening.” I shook my head, still focusing on drying the last plate.

“Come on, I’ve seen him look at a lot of women since I’ve known him, and he’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you.”

I hadn’t noticed he looked at me, and didn’t think I would be someone he’d want to look at.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Connie.”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “Right, and that’s why you’ve been drying that plate for five minutes.”

I groaned, placing the plate in the cupboard and hanging up the towel. “Even if he seemed interested, I don’t think I’m his type.”

She shrugged. “Sure you are. You’re a woman aren’t you?”

“Okay, why don’t we head back in with the boys.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile was still wide. We walked back into the room to find Steve and Javi halfway through another beer. Steve was laughing at something and Javi’s face was as red as a tomato.

“What’s going on here?” Connie asked, placing her hands on her hips.

“Nothing,” Javi said, eyeing Steve like he was daring him to say something. “I think it’s time for us to head out. I got an early meeting.”

“Oh, come on, Javi,” Steve groaned. “You haven’t even finished your drink.”

Javi pushed back from the table and stood up, grabbing his bottle and tipping his head back, chugging the rest down. My cheeks heated as I felt Connie’s eyes on me, but I couldn’t stop watching the way his jawline was sharp as it was angled up and his throat bobbed as he swallowed down his beer. He finished in no time and placed his empty bottle on the table.

“What meeting do you have, anyway?” Steve asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Javi said over his shoulder. He walked over to Connie and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for having us over, Connie. The food was absolutely fantastic as always. Good luck with this guy.”

I thanked her as well as we walked to the door.

“Anytime, you guys. Have a good night!” She called out as we left.

I turned to look at them one last time before we walked out the door. Steve was looking at his wife with complete awe and adoration as he put his arm around her. I felt a pang of jealousy as I looked at the two of them, wishing to one day find my person. I shook the thought from my head as we walked down the stairs, feeling foolish for wanting such things when I wasn’t even sure I was out of the woods yet.

Javi and I got ready for bed, but he hesitated in the doorway before going to sleep on the couch.

I looked at him, and called out his name. “Don’t be silly, come on. Get in.” I pulled back the covers on his side.

He smiled at me, and walked over before sliding in next to me. We fell asleep side by side, but I knew that would change throughout the night.

The next few days were normal. Javi would leave for work usually before I was awake and he would return home in time to cook dinner with me. While he was at work I would spend my days relaxing, reading, or hanging out with Connie. Each night we slept side by side in his bed, and every so often I would wake up halfway through to find us completely entangled in one another.

One evening Javi and I were cooking flautas together, after a particularly rough day at work for him. He said it hadn’t been the usual kind of day, and that he was more frustrated than anything. Since Carillo’s death he hadn’t been able to advance as much as he wanted to, no matter the intel they had gotten.

While we were cooking he had put on the radio, and once the food was ready he held my hands and pulled me against him.

“Dance with me?” He asked. His face was barely an inch away from mine, his heart beat steadily against my palm on his chest.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” I confessed.

“Neither am I.” He smiled and swayed to the music, pulling my body closer.

We danced together to a slower song, swaying our bodies back and forth. I laid my head on his shoulder and let myself breathe with him.

“You’re feeling pretty cooped up in here, aren’t you?” He asked, the rumble of his chest vibrating against my body.

I nodded.

“Why don’t I take you out tomorrow night? Just for dinner.” He pulled away so we could look into each other's eyes. “I know it’s not the safest but I’ll make sure we take precautions.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’d like that.” I smiled.

“You know, I was looking at that dress in the closet. I was looking for one of my suits and realized it was hung up at the back with the tags still on.” He lifted my hand in his and made me twirl before pulling me in so my back was against his front. “I’ll bring you to the perfect place so you can wear it.”

I closed my eyes, allowing my body to melt against his. Goosebumps rose on my skin as he nearly whispered against my neck.

“That sounds great,” I mumbled. I was grateful for a moment that I had gotten a pair of sandals when we went looking for clothes, since I didn’t think sneakers would work with the outfit.

We stopped moving and it was like time stood still. His hands which had been tangled with mine moved toward my hips. He gripped onto them and pulled me back slightly, until I could feel him pressed against me. I gasped at the feeling, surprised at his boldness. I slowly turned in his arms, which caused his hands to rest on my lower back, just above the swell of my ass. His eyes were focused on my mouth, but then they flickered up to mine.

“Javier,” I whispered, afraid to break the spell, “what are we doing?”

He slowly shook his head. “I don’t know. But I know what I want to do.”

I bit my lip, causing him to focus on my mouth once more. I gently pushed him away, and he let me.

“I’m sorry,” I lowered my head, looking down at my feet, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He looked away, biting his lip. “It’s okay, I get it. I’m sorry.”

“I just don’t want to be another notch for you.”

Javier’s attention snapped back to me as his eyes darkened. “What do you mean? Do you really think that’s what you’d be?”

I was embarrassed to be having this conversation, but it needed to happen. “I see the way women look at you when we’re out, and you’ve talked about your informants, who are also all women. Connie even said you’ve looked at a lot of women.”

“Yeah, women are beautiful. Of course I look at them, and I have slept with a lot of my informants but I really do care about them. I’ve always cared about everybody I’ve ever been with.”

“I know, Javier, and that’s okay. I don’t judge you for any of that whatsoever,” I was trying to get my point across but it wasn’t coming out the way I wanted. “I mean that I don’t want to just be an informant, or someone for a short time or only when you need me. That’s not who I am, my heart is too fragile for that.”

He furrowed his brows and walked over until he was right in front of me. “Do you really think that’s all you’d be? Just someone I keep around for when I need?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

My stomach growled, breaking the tension in the air.

“Come on, let’s have something to eat.” He walked over to the cupboard to get out plates.

“Javier,” I pleaded.

His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t look at me. “I have cared for every person I’ve ever been with or been interested in. But I know I’m not the relationship type usually, so you’re right. We shouldn’t get too caught up in ourselves.”

It was confirmed then. He wouldn’t want me for a relationship, so he wouldn’t have me at all.

“Okay,” I said.

We ate in near silence, the only sound was the radio still softly playing. After dinner he washed the dishes even though I insisted on doing them, and he excused himself saying he had to go back to work for a few things.

I laid in bed awake that night, listening for the sound of the front door opening so he could slide into bed next to me. But he didn’t. I fell asleep alone and woke up to a note on the bedside table.

“I’ll be back home to take you to dinner at 6. See you then.”

I sighed, frustrated that I had stopped us the night before even though I knew it was the right thing to do. I spent the day reading in bed, not having the energy to do much else, and then showered and got ready for dinner.

I took a look in the mirror once I had my dress on, did my hair, and applied the small amounts of make up I got Javi to buy me. My hair was done up in a ponytail to keep it out of my face except for a few strands, and my make up was simple with only a few swipes of mascara and a mauve lipstick. The dress was the star of the show. It was cut low in the front, but still covered what needed to be covered, and hugged my frame until my waist where it flowed down to my mid thigh. It accentuated my bust and hips, and worked with my figure. I felt stunning.

I answered the door when Javier came home and watched as his jaw dropped. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head. He already had on a nice white dress shirt that had a few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up his forearms which showed off his tan skin, and a nicer pair of jeans that looked like they had just been bought. His hair looked like he had combed it, but it was still slightly tousled from the wind.

After we stood there for a moment appreciating how each other looked, he broke the silence.

“You look gorgeous, cariño. Absolutely gorgeous.”

I smiled, feeling better about how we had been. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He held his arm out for me. “Let’s get out of here.”

[jcniper-backup]

i am hungry (i was born hungry) - prologue

Tags/Warnings: bhaal, dark urge, astarion's past trauma, m/f, named dark urge, dark urge resists the urge

Summary: a dark urge/astarion romance with a different meeting au

For some reason ao3 is literally not allowing me to update my work so i'm backing it up on here.

Vaelyn didn’t know how she got here.

The noisy din of merchants from The Wide echoed from some unknown location. The acrid smell of rat-piss and blood was thick in the air. The steady drip, drip, drip of blood was the only thing that gave her a hint of what happened in the past twenty four hours. She held up her hands, studying the thick ichor and bits of gore that covered her hands. There was no corpse around and her stomach growled. 

She licked and suckled at her fingers, knowing there was no way that would get them completely clean. “Scileritas.” She called out. “Scileritas, where are you?” 

Nothing. Useless. Predictable. 

“No matter,” She wiped the remaining blood off on the underside of her doublet, “gather your bearings.” The dark of the sewers had never deterred her. After she had been plucked from a church of Kelemvor, her butler had brought her to the Underdark for a time. The reason was still unclear to her as to why, but now she was here, and the sewers of Baldur’s Gate almost felt like a reminder of a place she had called home for so long. Vaelyn pushed herself as far away from the noises of The Wide as she could before finding a pothole to crawl out of. 

She had successfully made it back to the Lower City, where people didn’t question the amount of blood one was covered in as closely as the snobs in the Upper City. Flitting in and out of the shadows had become something of a passtime she had learned. Vaelyn had no home except in the Temple of Bhaal, one that was suitable when she felt like having the added drama of her murderous half-sister around. On days like these, after she lost time, she had found that she lacked the patience to deal with her. 

So, she stashed clothes and supplies all over the city. Behind loose brick, close to the hole she came from, she pulled a change of clothes and went about her business. ‘Go back to the temple. Murder Scileritas for not coming to you. It would be funny.’ With a deep sigh, Vaelyn turned towards the horizon. The sun was still up in the sky, but it was slowly starting to crest down and out of sight. 

Night time was always such an entertaining time for her. Oh, the crimes she had committed– 

Vaelyn decided to stay out, veering towards the south span of Wyrm’s Crossing. People were beginning to board up shop. Somewhere in the distance, someone screamed, and Vaelyn smiled to listen to the sweet, sweet sound.

Sharess’ Caress was bustling with business when Vaelyn walked over the threshold. She ordered a bottle of wine from the bar and turned to watch the debauchery of the night. The drow had no intention of taking a life tonight, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t delight in the different states of misery around her. Someone was drunkenly slurring a pickup line to another drow she had seen before. The woman had a similar pallor to her, looking closer to a woodland nymph than someone who belonged to the Underdark. The two shared eye contact for a moment and the woman smirked, before turning her attention back to the drunken dwarf and extorting him for three hundred gold pieces for the night. 

“Care to share a drink?” A voice cut through the distant fog she was in. 

Turning, Vaelyn took in the sight in front of her. A pale, slender, elf was standing very close to her. His silver-white hair was almost perfectly quaffed. His doublet was simple, but too fancy for the general clientele of this place. ‘ Prostitute?’  Vaelyn glanced up at his eyes. They were such a pretty shade of crimson. ‘Vampire, oh they murder so beautifully…’ Her brain supplied her. 

“Sure. Want to find a table?” With no plans for what she was doing, she beckoned him to one of the tables with curtains hanging over them. The tiny little alcove was a nice pocket of silence to distract her from everything else. Vaelyn poured him a cup, and then herself. 

He was staring at her, his gaze predatory. “Thank you, darling.” 

“Darling?” 

“You haven’t told me your name yet.” 

“Vaelyn. Yours?” 

“Astarion.” Vaelyn took a swig of wine. The sip Astarion took was comically small. It took everything in her to stop herself from laughing. “Vaelyn is such a pretty name. What does it mean?” 

“Leadership.” She gave him a curt answer. While this was amusing to her, she had never been one for flirting with people. Plus, she was still trying to find out what this vampire wanted from her. It was most likely blood. His thirst for it was something she could relate to. “Is this where I’m supposed to ask the meaning of yours?” 

“It can be if you wish. Just simply trying to make conversation.” 

“Mm. You must forgive me…I don’t…talk to people very often.” People who weren’t involved with her father’s cult, that is. Vaelyn got the urge to drink more. She had always been told she was off-putting to be around. Her life had been spent in a monastery that prided itself on being neutral to everything before she was dragged elsewhere, and she learned her true nature. 

Even those of the Cult who loved her dearly often expressed fear or irritation at some aspect of her personality. Her own half-sister was chief among that crowd, always trying to make her angry and irrational. She would kick and scream at her, like she was some sort of toddler. “How are you the favoured one? Your worship does nothing for the soul, dear sister. There is no art to how you bleed these meat sacks dry.” Sometimes, she would get what she wanted and the sweet slaughters they would commit would sate them for days to come. Most of the time, Vaelyn stayed in control. 

All of that happening before she reached the age of maturity meant she had to account for– personal defects. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Take your time. Or, if you aren’t the talking type–” She could see where he was headed with this. He would get her somewhere secluded under the guise of having sex. Perhaps, he would even give it to her. After that, he would either drain her dry or try to rob her blind. 

It was adorable. 

“Actually, I’d rather just sit here and talk for now. I’ve spent most of my life in monasteries, so just watching the liveliness is fun for me. You are welcome to join me. Unless you have somewhere else to be.” He was still staring at her. He took another comically small sip of wine. Vaelyn resisted the urge to ask him if a richer red would be more to his tastes. “I can even pay you, if that’s what you would like.” 

The dawning realization that she must have some semblance of what he’s doing rose on his face. She had to give it to him, he was good at putting on a mask. His eye barely twitched. “I can…go.” 

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” 

“No, darling. It just seems that I’m making you uncomfortable, and I wouldn’t want to do that.” There was a nervous edge to his voice. He was lying. He was also still sitting there, across from her. Dimly, Vaelyn wondered if he was trying to delay something. Perhaps there was something that he didn’t want to go back to quite yet. 

Alcohol dimmed crueler thoughts from rising to the surface as she took him in. She knew the look of someone who had a master that made them do things, and she knew it well. She had caused it so many times, and she wore that same look as well. So, stupidly, Vaelyn felt a little pity for the man in front of her. “Stay. Perhaps I will indulge you in further company later, I just want to stay here for right now. I have somewhere I don’t want to be.” 

“I…know how that feels.” It was as if language was difficult to him, just for that moment. The consternation on his face as he tried to push the words out looked painful. It was as she expected. 

He had a master too. 

“Would you like dinner? I can pay. My treat.” Vaelyn didn’t offer out of the kindness of her heart. His squirming amused her and confirmed her suspicions. 

“I would rather stick to wine, if it’s all the same to you, darling.” 

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

He looked a little like a lost puppy then, big red eyes searching for something in her face. He was trying to read her so he could take back control of the situation. For a second, something stirred in her. Something that was distinctly not the whispers of cruelty she was so used to. Perhaps it was a mote of sentimentality left over from her monastery days – she was just glad that Scileritas wasn’t here right now. 

‘The moaning that little twerp would do–’ 

“You said you spent most of your life in monasteries. This isn’t exactly the place the faithful frequent. Wouldn’t your type normally look down upon the debauchery going on around us?” 

The noise was different here. Every once and a while, as Vaelyn came down from a kill, she had bouts where her father’s presence eluded her and all she could feel was guilt. In those rare moments, even the thought of blood made her puke, to her great shame. She would come here sometimes to think of something else, the pleasure of sex, or at least the screams of other people having a good time rather than dying. “Monks and clerics are not the same.” She chuckled a little. “I spent more time studying a way of life than a god.” 

Reverence and worship had not always been her forte. Vaelyn’s talents lied in destruction, breaking people, and plans that would benefit her father in the long run. “Truth be told, I have never had use for faith.” Astarion said. There was a note of something in his tone that she didn’t understand. 

Was that disdain toward the gods? 

‘You should show him what speaking ill of the gods can do. You should make him respect–’ 

Instead of following her thoughts, she picked her next words carefully. “Faith or no faith, monasteries and churches can hold an impressive wealth of knowledge and power. I myself learned many useful things while I was under the tutelage of another.” 

The wisdom required to manipulate the elements. There were other practices that she had begun to study, eager to learn, eager to find other ways to harm people when she had been taken from the monastery. That was still a point of irritation between her and her father. He had interrupted her studies when she was far too young, and while she had been adept in them in the short time it took her to learn, there was so much knowledge out there that being at the Temple prevented her from consuming. “This is something I doubt you find interesting, though. Tell me about yourself.” 

“There’s not much to tell.” He responded a little too quickly. “I used to work as a magistrate in the city. I don’t any longer.” 

“Ah, a law man.” 

“Hardly,” He snorted. There was something nice about sharing a bottle of wine with someone who was probably going to try and kill you. Vaelyn found it amusing. She watched him carefully, wondering if he was going to try and turn on the charm again to get her into bed. Perhaps he would do it after she was sufficiently drunk enough, when he thought her defenses were down, he would try and do something.  “Have you been in the city for long? I think I would’ve recognized a beauty like you.” 

“Do you consider ten years a long time?” Most of the Bhaalists she spent her time around were human, and she wasn’t interested in going back to the Underdark anytime soon. “Enough about me, though. What of you? What is your life like here?” 

“Like I’ve said before, there’s really nothing interesting going on with me.” He bristled under her gaze. 

“Hm. Well, I am planning my fiftieth birthday soon. Perhaps I should invite you, give you something interesting to do.” 

“Or, if you’re so keen to have my company, we could always retire back to my place?” 

“And where is your place?” She was still humoring him. 

“You know the mansion in the lower city? That’s my…patron’s home, but he wouldn’t mind us staying for a while. I think I might enjoy more of your vaguely off putting company.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The Szarr mansion had always been a spot of interest to the cult. It smelled of blood. Something deep and tragic permeated the stone, emanating a delicious aura like no other. “And why not…we can see where the night takes us.” 

He gestured for her to follow him out of Sharess’ Caress. She did. 

The night was still very young at this point. Cool air settled on her skin and a few people were on the streets. They were the ones that were tipsy or had enough sense to stumble home before the more dangerous underbelly of the city came to life. It was still a few hours before the vagrants inhabited the streets. Vaelyn took in a deep breath, listening to Astarion’s footsteps as he approached her from behind. She turned to him curtly. “Lead the way,” 

“Of course,” The Urge to kill was slowly ebbing its way back into her mind. She ignored it, for now. Right now, she was focused on letting this man think he was leading her to the fate of death. The walk past the south span of Wyrm’s Crossing is quiet except for the Flaming Fist. They all had a habit of avoiding her now. She reveled in watching them avert their gaze as they passed. Her eyes flitted over to Astarion to see if he noticed. He was definitely tense, but his eyes had gone from aware to completely unfocused. 

When they crossed the threshold into the Lower City, he stared at her collarbone. Oh, what an obvious and cute little pup. The more she examined the maybe-vampire-maybe-spawn’s appearance, the less she wanted to kill him. An odd feeling twisted in her stomach, and even worse one was making her sweat. Pain sliced into her sides. 

She distracted herself by talking. That was what people were supposed to do, right? “So this mansion of your…patron’s. You’re sure he’d be fine with having me there.” 

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to have you.” 

“That’s good. You can tell him he’ll barely notice I’m there. Growing up in a monastery means I’ve learned how to walk silently, so I didn’t anger my elders.” Half of this sentence was true, Vaelyn had learned how to walk silently when she was in a monastery. Were the elders in her monastery abusive? Hardly. The higher master she served now… 

She just found it funny how people reacted when they heard something resembling a sob story. It had the intended effect now. Astarion evened out his pace, and was now walking side by side with her instead of charging forward or lagging slightly behind to stare at her collar bone. “What was growing up in a monastery like?” 

“Nothing special. Little fun. There was a distinct lack of food. There was something about a lack of sustenance helping achieve a better meditative state in my studies. But if I’m being honest, I just think the elders hoarded it because it made us kids more compliant.” He was searching her eyes now. They had just made it past Stormshore Tabernacle by this point. 

“That must’ve been awful.” 

“Trust me it was. Baldur’s Gate hasn’t been much better.” It had actually been great – when she had finally learned to obey her father – but that was neither here nor there. “The people here don’t like drow very much, do they?” 

“Most of the people of Baldur’s Gate barely possess enough intellect to get through a picture book, so can you blame them?” 

Vaelyn barked out a laugh. 

She didn’t remember the last time she had done that. 

They start veering to the Elfsong. The sharp turn in direction seemed spur of the moment, because she watched Astarion’s eyes flicker as if he had shocked himself with the change of direction. “Are you sure this is the right way?” She asked him. 

“Actually, I changed my mind. I was thinking that we could grab a few more drinks at a classier joint, if you don’t mind.” 

“Will you actually be drinking the wine this time or will you be pretending again?” Vaelyn blurted out. It was a little sooner than she had been planning, but she let that go. She watched him freeze and turn toward her. 

“I don’t know what you mean, darling. I drank as much wine as you did.” 

“I never refilled your cup once, there was no way you had as much wine as I did.” She stated. The elf was looking well and truly panicked at this point. Perhaps he knew that even if she didn’t know his true identity, that didn’t look good for him. “Now, this leads me to my next question. Are you really committed to the ‘vampire aesthetic’ or are you actually a vampire?” 

Vaelyn took a step forward. 

There was a flash of metal and then a cool blade pressed against her cheek. As steel bit into her skin, the Urge laughed within her, a perverted desire to experience her own blood being drawn sated it temporarily. “Well, you catch on quick.” 

“Is that prick of a blade supposed to scare me or turn me on?” She watched a flash of disgust cross his face and laughed again. This time it was a small giggle as she took another gamble. “If you want to kill me, you could just drink me dry. It would make better use of my blood.” If he made any move to kill her, she’d fight back, she’d let the Urge win out. 

He didn’t though, and despite the Urge screaming in disappointment, Vaelyn was delighted. Astarion’s blade remained pressed to her cheek, threatening to carve into her skin. Her blood sang as she considered what she should say next. She waited for him to speak, wondering just how much he would entertain her. “You know, I almost felt bad about what I was going to do. But you know what I am, and I really can’t afford another slip up.” 

“Oh, scary.” She rolled her eyes. “What – ever – will I do? I am quivering in my boots.” 

He cocked his head to the side again. Vaelyn had seen people stare at her like that before, when she confused them. When she said something a little too intense or painfully neutral and monotone, “Stow the blade, spawn. I can tell you serve a master. Hurting me would be terribly inconvenient to you.” 

Astarion’s hand trembled just a little. Vaelyn could have disarmed him four times over by now, but where was the thrill in that? “And why would that be so?” 

“You need a body, don’t you? I can give you someone. Not me, obviously.” That was enough incentive for him to drop his blade, finally. There was a note of disgust in his eyes, along with curiosity. 

“What are you? A slaver?” 

“Ha! No. Not even close.” She shook her head. 

“Then how are you able to just offer me a body? And…at what cost?” He paused. There was a flicker of fear on his face and once again, some errant foreign feeling began to twist within her. It was different from the Urge, different from anger, and different from the thrill she got when someone threatened her with violence. It was completely new, and the Urge was disgusted by it. 

“I am obviously a criminal,” She shrugged, “You’re not the only person out here that knows how to do illegal shit.” 

Telling him that she was a cult leader would probably be ill-advised.

“And what’s the cost?” He asked again. 

“A blanket favor, for anything I need the next time we meet.”  

“And if we never meet again?” 

“Then you have absolutely nothing to lose.” She shrugged. “I don’t see the problem with that.” 

Silence fell over them once again. The only noises to be heard was the skittering of street rats and litter and the light crackling of torches somewhere in the distance. Vaelyn crossed her arms, waiting for a response. “That is surprisingly fair.” 

“I am fair.” She agreed. “Will you take the deal?” 

For a second, he said nothing at all. She wondered if he was going to refuse and attack her, but he did not. Astarion’s face wavered. There was a question that he wanted to ask, but after a pained wince, Vaelyn deduced that he could not. He tried one more time, mouth falling shut, and then he must have rephrased it into something that would not have alerted his master to some sort of disobedience because the question actually comes out of his mouth. “Why? Why are you doing this?” 

There is more in his eyes, she can see. The unspoken implication of him asking her for help lingered in the sorrowful expression he gave her, and Vaelyn felt… pained. She glanced in the direction of the Lower City Central Wall, and wondered if she could just do something good for once. 

Would it truly displease her father to help an undead? Their kind murdered so sweetly… 

The Urge screamed at her, and she knew at that moment that she could not. It had been a while since she had misstepped like that, and things had devolved into something messier than she desired. At one point, she was sure that she had lost her wits entirely. The only thought in her head was the desire for flesh, the hunger to kill, more, more, more–  

She reveled in it, but not in the way she normally liked to revel. The power to choose whether she was cruel and murderous on one day and nice and kind the next was important to her. 

Vaelyn tried to come up with an answer, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to ground herself. The smell of blood, even her own, was oh so pleasant–

“We both have masters that bind us, sweetling. I cannot help you out of your master’s grip without displeasing mine and…that would be bad for both of us. But–your kind murders so beautifully. I will let you go and you may take one of my followers.”

The smell of her blood in the air was so sweet. Vaelyn could see the bloodlust in his eyes. She could feel it in herself too, and knew exactly what he wanted right now. Astarion would’ve given anything to lap it up from the ground, but the commands of his master kept him from doing so. The world took a blurred edge, as if the orator of reality itself was slurring their words.

She tilted her head, thinking. The haze of bloodlust dissipated from her eyes. She regarded him carefully. “Being cruel is so tiresome, sometimes.” That was the truth. “I cannot exactly be nice to people, but I can do this. So, will you take the deal?” 

He did. 

It took an hour for one of her followers to do her bidding, bringing her a beautiful man that looked like he was just a few gold coins short of being a patriar. “What kind of power do you wield that you have people on hand to commit random abductions for you?” He was unconscious and limp when they got him. Luckily, he was still alive. Some of the followers that did her bidding were a little… overzealous, in their work. 

Vaelyn prodded the man with her foot, lightly. He didn’t wake. “Not the kind of power you could ever hope to wield.” She said airily.

“And why’s that?” Astarion huffed. 

“It’s the familial type.” Was her only reply. She bent down and sniffed at the air. “He’s been dosed with a sleep potion. I’d probably give him an hour before he’s aware. Do you need help moving him?” 

“No, no. I have this part.” Vaelyn watched as he picked his next target up. His brows were knit together. Was he still confused about why Vaelyn had done this? “I…thank you. This was…possibly the worst gift ever, but well…it’s something.” 

“No need to thank me. It was entertaining.” 

They didn’t bid each other farewell. Neither of them were friends and Vaelyn had never had the experience of making a friend before so the thought never came to her mind as they departed from each other. She headed back towards the Temple of Bhaal, wondering how long she would keep the clarity she had now. 

For the moment, she reveled in it. Cherishing her strength to still be able to do something off of the beaten path of her father’s will just this once. How long would it be until he yanked the illusion away? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind instinctively, her brain settling on the vampire spawn at last. 

Dimly, she wondered if he ate well that night. Perhaps she would see him again one day and ask him about it. 

[enchantedquill-40]

Title: "Embers of Affection"

Tags: #Zukka #Romance #Fluff #FireNation #WaterTribe #BoomerangFights #RelationshipGoals #Fanfic

"Sokka, you know you're cute, right?" Zuko finally voiced his thoughts, a small smile playing on his own lips.

Sokka turned to him with a raised eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Cute? Me?" he teased, nudging Zuko lightly. "I thought I was ruggedly handsome."

Zuko rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the affection in his gaze. "Ruggedly handsome, cute, whatever you want to call it. I just can't get enough of you."

Sokka chuckled, his laughter a melody that echoed through the quiet night. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Fire Prince."

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fire providing a soothing backdrop to their shared warmth. Zuko couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed since they first met. The once tense dynamic between the Water Tribe warrior and the disgraced Fire Nation prince had transformed into something beautiful.

As Sokka shifted closer, Zuko wrapped an arm around him, feeling the steady rise and fall of Sokka's chest. The firelight played upon Sokka's features, casting a gentle glow that softened the edges of his tough exterior.

"You know," Sokka began, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

Zuko raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Someone like me?"

"Yeah, someone who challenges me, makes me laugh, and," Sokka added with a sly grin, "puts up with all my weird quirks."

Zuko smirked. "Well, I never expected to fall for someone who fights with a boomerang."

Sokka chuckled again. "You love the boomerang fights, don't deny it."

Zuko couldn't argue with that; he found Sokka's unconventional combat style oddly endearing.

"I just... I appreciate you, Zuko," Sokka admitted, sincerity in his eyes. "You make everything more interesting."

Zuko tightened his grip on Sokka, his heart swelling with warmth. "And you make everything better."

The night continued to envelop them in its tranquility, the flames flickering as they shared quiet moments and whispered confessions. As Sokka rested his head on Zuko's chest, the two drifted into a peaceful sleep, grateful for the unexpected connection that had blossomed between them. Uncle Iroh, a keen observer of people, noticed a peculiar energy surrounding Sokka. As the trio gathered around the campfire, sipping tea beneath the vast night sky, Iroh couldn't help but sense something unusual about the Water Tribe warrior.

"Sokka, my young friend," Iroh began, studying Sokka with a thoughtful gaze, "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be all over the place tonight. Is everything alright?"

Sokka glanced up from his cup, a half-smile on his face. "Yeah, Uncle Iroh, everything's great. Just enjoying the stars and the company."

Iroh nodded, but his perceptive eyes lingered on Sokka a moment longer. "It's just that I've observed you fidgeting quite a bit and your attention seems to wander. Is there something on your mind?"

Sokka exchanged a quick glance with Zuko before letting out a small laugh. "Nah, just my usual scatterbrained self. Nothing to worry about, Uncle."

Iroh raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "My dear Sokka, I've traveled the world and met many people. You can't fool an old man like me. There's something more, isn't there?"

Caught off guard, Sokka scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin forming. "Okay, fine. Maybe there's a lot going on up here," he admitted, tapping his temple.

Iroh chuckled knowingly. "Ah, matters of the heart, perhaps?"

Sokka blushed, and Zuko couldn't help but hide a smirk behind his teacup. "Well, I guess you could say that," Sokka confessed, his gaze flickering to Zuko.

Iroh leaned back, sipping his tea with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Love is a powerful force, my friends. It can make even the bravest warriors feel like clumsy teenagers."

As the conversation continued, Iroh observed Sokka's subtle glances at Zuko, the way he absentmindedly played with his necklace, and the occasional dreamy smile that crossed his face. It was evident that Sokka was navigating the uncharted waters of a blossoming romance.

Later that night, Iroh found himself sitting beside Sokka, the crackling fire casting a warm glow on their faces. "Sokka, my young friend, love is a beautiful journey. However, it requires patience, understanding, and a willingness to embrace the unknown."

Sokka nodded, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I never thought I'd feel like this, Uncle. It's like my brain is doing somersaults, and I can't keep up."

Iroh chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Sokka's shoulder. "Love has a way of turning even the most composed minds into delightful chaos. Embrace it, my boy, and let it lead you to places you never knew existed."

Sokka sighed, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty in his expression. "I want to, Uncle Iroh. It's just... it's all so new, you know?"

Iroh nodded sagely. "Take your time, Sokka. Love is a journey, not a destination. Allow yourself to savor each moment, and remember, there's no need to rush. The best things in life often unfold at their own pace."

As Sokka absorbed Iroh's wisdom, he looked across the fire at Zuko, who met his gaze with a reassuring smile. In that shared glance, they found a silent agreement to navigate this new chapter together, allowing their hearts to guide them through the uncharted territories of love. The morning sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as Sokka burst into the campsite, his energy infectious. Zuko, who had been quietly tending to the fire, couldn't help but notice the extra spring in Sokka's step.

"Sokka, what's got you so lively this morning?" Zuko asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sokka flashed a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Just feeling the vibes, Zuko! Today's gonna be a great day."

Zuko exchanged a puzzled glance with Uncle Iroh, who merely sipped his tea and observed Sokka with a knowing smile.

As they journeyed through the day, Sokka's vibrant energy didn't wane. He chatted animatedly about everything from battle strategies to the latest Water Tribe inventions, leaving Zuko slightly taken aback by the whirlwind of words.

When they finally met up with Katara, Sokka's sister, the dynamic shifted. Katara, with a playful smirk, greeted them with arms crossed. "What's got you all worked up, Sokka? You're practically a chatty box today."

Sokka feigned innocence, his eyes wide with mock surprise. "Me? Chatty? I have no idea what you're talking about, sis."

Katara chuckled, sharing an amused glance with Zuko. "Oh, come on. I've known you your entire life, Sokka. This level of chattiness is definitely a new development."

Zuko smirked, catching onto the playful banter. "He's been like this all day. I thought he had discovered a new source of caffeine or something."

Sokka rolled his eyes, elbowing Zuko in jest. "Very funny. Just because I'm in a good mood doesn't mean I've consumed any mysterious substances."

Katara laughed, shaking her head. "Well, whatever the reason, it's nice to see you in such high spirits, Sokka."

Sokka's grin widened, and he slung an arm around Zuko's shoulders. "Maybe I'm just happy to be surrounded by such great company."

Zuko couldn't suppress a smile, feeling the warmth of Sokka's touch. It seemed that Sokka's energy was contagious, lifting the spirits of everyone around him.

As the group continued their journey, Katara pulled Zuko aside, her expression mischievous. "So, what's the deal with Sokka today? Did he accidentally stumble upon a secret stash of jokes or something?"

Zuko chuckled, glancing back at Sokka, who was now engaged in an animated discussion with Uncle Iroh about tea preferences. "I have no idea. He's just... extra today."

Katara raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. "Extra, huh? I've seen Sokka in many moods, but 'extra' is a new one."

Zuko shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe he's just excited about our journey. Or maybe he found a new appreciation for boomerang aerodynamics."

Katara laughed, shaking her head. "Well, whatever it is, it's entertaining. I haven't seen him this chatty since... well, ever."

As the day unfolded, Sokka's energy remained a constant, bringing laughter and joy to the group. Whether it was his infectious enthusiasm or the newfound glow in his eyes, everyone couldn't help but be swept up in the whirlwind of Sokka's vivacity.

As they settled around the campfire that evening, Sokka's chatter gradually subsided. He gazed at the stars with a contented smile, his earlier exuberance giving way to a quieter sense of satisfaction.

Zuko, sitting beside Sokka, nudged him gently. "What's with the sudden change of pace, Sokka? You were a veritable fountain of words earlier."

Sokka chuckled, leaning against Zuko. "I guess I just needed to let it all out. But now, it's nice to enjoy the quiet moments, too."

Zuko nodded, appreciating the balance between Sokka's boundless energy and the serenity of the night. As they shared a peaceful silence, surrounded by the crackling fire and the whispers of the wind, Zuko couldn't help but be grateful for the unpredictable and delightful journey they were on together.

[sunsburns]

naked in manhattan

pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader / implied art donaldson x fem!reader

summary: you’re just hours away from a flight that will change your career forever—one that will take you to london, england, for the 2012 olympics, a milestone you never thought you’d reach. thrilled yet trembling with nerves, you find yourself at the hotel bar, celebrating alone. it does not help when you run into art donaldson and… his wife?

—or: you and tashi rekindle an old flame

word count: 6.9k

contains: SMUT 18+, smut with a lot of plot, semi-public sex (a gym at the middle of the night so idk if that counts), mid-challengers movie (a year after the atlanta scene with tashi and patrick), angst with no comfort, fingering, homewrecking, cheating but also not cheating but also a worse third thing, no use of y/n, old situationship best described in terms of “casual” by chappell roan (iykyk), art is lowkey a shit starter

author’s note: so i finished this a while back and added it to my queue and did not realize i put it for july instead of june so LOL MY BAD. this is kinda like a prequel to “good luck, babe!” but you don't need to read that to get this. alsoooo thank you for all the love and feedback in “good luck, babe!” i’ve read every single message and tried to reply to all of them! you guys are so sweet and inspired me to write more! thank you thank you <3 i hope you enjoy this one!

Manhattan, New York City, 2012

"I hope you're planning on getting laid tonight."

Your drink is cold, the ice cubes clinking against the glass as you swirl the straw absentmindedly. The dim lighting of the hotel bar casts a warm, golden glow over everything, making the polished wood of the bar counter gleam. Around you, the murmur of conversations, bursts of laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses create a lively yet intimate ambiance. You glance at the TV mounted in the corner, where a muted sports channel displays highlights from a basketball game.

You try not to snort into your drink at the words of Patrick Zweig on the other end of the call. You push your phone closer to your ear, unable to bite back the grin spreading across your face.

"Are you serious?" you ask.

"What?" Patrick's tone is mockingly innocent, full of playful mischief.

"I thought you called to say something a little more... I don't know, sincere? Heartwarming?"

He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh that you can practically feel through the phone. In the background, you hear the faint sounds of a city—honking cars, distant chatter, and the occasional bark of a dog. The noise fades slightly as Patrick likely moves to a quieter spot, and you can almost picture him getting in his car in some other state—you think he's in Arizona.

"The only kind of warming I wanna hear about is cockwarming," he retorts, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

You make a face, "You're disgusting."

"I mean it," he insists, still laughing. "I'm actually so jealous of you right now. You qualified for the Olympics, for fuck's sake! How's your mom doing? Did she have a heart attack? Did she call you already? I hope she packed you some condoms. There's gonna be such a wide variety. Literally every country in the world."

"Shut the fuck up, Patrick."

Your mother did call, her voice crackling with emotion over the phone just before Patrick rang you. She told you how proud she is of you, how she can't wait to watch you play and tell everyone she knows that her daughter is an Olympic tennis player. A gold medalist, maybe.

Her words echo in your mind, filling you with a warmth that battles the nerves simmering beneath the surface.

You take a sip of your drink, savouring the blend of fruity and bitter flavours, a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts. You try not to spill it on your Ralph Lauren sweater, custom-made, just for the Olympics, with your name stitched on the arm.

Around you, the hotel bar is alive with the buzz of other athletes celebrating with their teams. The fellowship is appreciable as laughter and cheers fill the air. But for some single athletes, like yourself, it's a different story. You feel as if you're in high school all over again, too awkward to make friends, hoping someone braver than you will come by and say hello first.

"You better not be sitting at the bar alone, drinking that orange juice you like."

"A sangria isn't just juice, you dick," you retort, rolling your eyes.

"You're such a loser."

You do feel a little bit like a loser, sitting alone at the bar, but you know you shouldn't. You're hours away from your flight to London where you'll have the chance to play tennis in the Olympics. This is all you've ever wanted since you were a child, all you've been working for—sweat, blood, and tears. You can't even remember a time when you've dreamt of something other than this.

Tennis has always been your escape, your sanctuary. You remember those early days when you played with second-hand rackets and makeshift nets, the local court becoming your second home.

And then there was Patrick, your closest… friend(?) and fiercest rival. His encouragement, his competition, and his company kept you grounded and motivated. When the going got tough, the dream felt too distant, and all of it made you feel far too guilty as if you had stolen someone else's life, Patrick was there to reassure you that you deserved it just as much as the next. Without him, you likely would have walked away from the sport you love.

"I can't believe you made it to the Olympics before me," Patrick's voice pulls you back to the present, a mix of envy and pride lacing his words. You can almost see the playful smirk on his face, a familiar expression that often surfaced during your countless matches together.

"I wish you were here, Pat." Your voice softens, the longing evident. It was hard to track down Patrick Zweig, especially while he was constantly on the move, hopping from state to state, playing as many challengers as he could sign up for, each match a stepping stone toward his dream of winning the US Open. And you think he will. You've played against him enough times to know he's better than you at hitting a ball with a racket.

There were nights when you'd both crash in a shabby motel or back at your place after a gruelling day on the court, strategizing and critiquing each other's play styles (sometimes in more than just tennis). His tenacity was a beacon for you, pushing you to strive harder and to reach further.

His voice softens, becoming more earnest. "Yeah, me too. I'll try to get tickets for one of your games in London. If not, I'll catch up with your mom and watch it with her. Is your dad still in the picture?"

You roll your eyes, a reflex to his familiar teasing. "Oh, my god."

"I'm just asking," he chuckles. "Listen, I'm gonna let you go, 'cause I've got a date tonight. But call me when you land."

"Oh, yeah, okay." You try not to let the disappointment seep into your voice, but it's hard. It's not like you and Patrick were together, at least not publicly, at least not in the sense that you couldn't see other people. But even as you tell yourself that, a knot tightens in your chest.

It feels a bit teenageish, you think, messing around with friends and acting like it means nothing just to avoid making things awkward. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were leaving something unsaid, something unacknowledged. Patrick was one of the few people in your life who kept you on your toes and made you feel good—truly good.

Now, the idea of him with someone else, going on dates while you chase your dreams, feels like a betrayal you can't quite articulate. But what right do you have to feel that way? You never made things official, never dared to cross that line.

You never bothered to search for love outside of tennis.

"Have fun on your date," you manage to say. It comes out more brittle than you'd hoped. "Talk to you later."

"Bye!" he says, oblivious to the turmoil in your heart. His voice is light and carefree, and why wouldn't it be?

You end the call and set your phone down on the bar with a bit more force than intended, the hollow thud echoing your frustration. The bartender glances your way and you try to flash him an honest smile before ordering another drink. The TV overhead flickers, switching from basketball highlights to a recap of the latest tennis matches. You watch the screen without really seeing it.

The bar is still lively, yet you feel an overwhelming sense of solitude. You can't help but feel like you're stuck in limbo—caught between your dreams and the reality of your personal life.

You take a deep breath and a long sip of the rest of your first drink, the cool liquid doing little to ease the heat of frustration building inside you. You tell yourself you should be happy, grateful even. But right now, all you can think about is Patrick, and how much easier it would be if he were here with you.

But he's not. And maybe he never will be.

Maybe no one will.

Maybe you will die alone, your tennis racket as your only companion.

"This seat taken?" A familiar voice breaks through your thoughts.

You turn, startled, "No-" you start, but then the blur of blonde hair comes to focus and you're stumbling over your words, "Art? What- what are you doing here?"

"Oh," he smiles, a shy faint red blush already growing on his pale skin. He sits beside you, almost hesitantly, "Just stopping by the city. I saw you and thought I'd say hi."

"Hi." You return his smile, albeit a bit warily.

It's been years since you last spoke to Art properly, though your paths have crossed a few times. You've seen him in magazines, TV, and brief passings usually at major tournaments—Wimbledon, the Australian Open, the US Open. Each time, there were shy smiles and waves from across the room, lingering eyes, and awkward conversations where mutual friends tried to reintroduce you as if you hadn't once known each other

Art looks different every time you see him. His hair, now a little shorter than you remember, still maintains that boyish shagginess. There's a darker tan on his skin, evidence of his time spent under the sun. Some days he has a brighter smile, other days, it's a smile that never reaches his eyes.

As he sits there, you can't help but think of how golden his hair used to look whenever he wore his old Stanford hat, the one he used to pull low over his eyes during your college days. The memory makes you aware that you're staring, maybe a little too long. But he's looking at you too, his blue eyes trailing from one end of your face to the other, as if trying to memorize it all, capturing a photograph of who you are now.

A warmth spreads through you under his gaze, and when he finally looks away, you turn too, tapping at your empty glass, pretending to seem interested in the way the ice has started to melt.

But your eyes betray you, slowly trailing back to him. You watch the way he sits, the way he calls over the bartender and orders himself a glass of water. You try not to notice the deep timbre his voice has gained over the years, and how it resonates in the noisy bar. He looks at you, then the empty seat on your other side, and finally scans the room anxiously, as if he's searching for someone or something.

"He's not here," you finally say, breaking the silence that has grown too heavy. "If that's what you're wondering."

He nods, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably. "What city is he in now?"

"Vegas, I think."

He makes a face and rests his chin on his hand. "There's no challengers in Vegas this month."

"Then he's just visiting. I don't know." The truth is, you don't want to talk about Patrick right now. Especially not with Art. Not after the way they ended things. You watch Art shrug, and the bartender sets your drink in front of you. You take a grateful sip, savouring the blend of flavours. Art holds his glass carefully, and the two of you sit in strained silence for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background.

You can't help but ask, "What are you doing here? In Manhattan?"

"I have an interview tomorrow. For the New York Times," Art says, leaning back slightly. He seems a little surprised as if he expected you to sit there without acknowledging him for the whole night. It makes you wonder what he thinks of you. "They're doing a piece on my career, the highs, the lows... the beginning and stuff."

You study his face, trying to gauge his emotions. You know what it's like to be interviewed, to have a team of people making you look your best for photos and another team crafting answers to help you maintain your reputation. It’s exhausting and thrilling all at once. "Congrats, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you. If anything, I should be congratulating you. Olympics? That's huge..." He continues talking, his lips moving, but you’re barely registering the words. For the first time that night, he seems genuinely enthusiastic, a faint spark in his eyes as he talks about you, about London, gesturing with his hand in excitement.

That's when you notice it. The gold around his finger. It glimmers under the warm lights of the bar, catching your eye like a beacon. You can't stop staring at it even after he's done talking.

"Oh, yeah. It's great." The words feel hollow as they leave your mouth. You struggle to find the right response, not wanting to be rude. "You're married?"

His face falls, and he looks down at his hand resting on his lap. "Oh, yeah, yeah. We, uh..." He scratches the back of his head, his eyes darting up to meet yours briefly before looking away. He seems nervous, like he's bracing for your reaction, worried to tell you, as if you weren’t supposed to know at all. "We got married last year. We kept pushing the date for a while because we were... we were busy... and stuff just kept getting in the way."

"We...?"

"Tashi."

"Tashi," you echo, the name tasting foreign and bitter on your tongue. "You're married? You married each other?"

He nods, "Yeah, we've been engaged for a few years now. You haven't heard?"

You feel a lump form in your throat. "No, uh. My coach tries to keep me away from certain news... my mom suggested it. So I don't get uh, distracted."

This is exactly the kind of situation your team has been trying to avoid.

The reality of his words sinks in, and you feel a sharp pang of something—loss, regret, maybe even jealousy. The air around you feels thicker and harder to breathe. Each word he says feels like another brick being laid on your chest, pressing down, making it harder to stay composed.

"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."

You force a smile, but it's a fragile thing, threatening to shatter at any moment. "That's... that's great, Art. I'm happy for you. Really. How was... how was the wedding?" Your mind races with thoughts of broken promises and missed opportunities. You imagine Tashi in her wedding dress; you know she looked beautiful. The image stabs at you, and you wince.

"It was beautiful. Both our families came in, and we kept it traditional, in a church. It was..." He pauses, watching you before adding, "It was a small ceremony. Private. Just family."

His words twist the knife deeper. Tashi's family used to see you as such. "No, yeah, I get it. Wouldn't want any trouble at the wedding. I'm happy for you. I'm happy for the both of you." You turn to the bartender, desperate to keep your voice steady. "Hey, can I get another drink? Something stronger?"

Patrick was right; your stupid orange juice won't get you through the night.

Art watches you with concern, his brow furrowing. "How many of those have you had?"

You laugh, but it sounds hollow even to your ears. "Not enough."

"Does your coach know you're drinking?"

"Does yours know you're talking to me?"

Art leans back, his posture stiffening. He turns to his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass as he takes another sip. The silence that follows is thick and uncomfortable. You watch as he processes your words, his expression shifting from defensiveness to something more pained. You instantly feel a pang of guilt, realizing you've struck a nerve.

You've heard all about Tashi's coaching with Art. Whispers in the locker rooms during tournaments, hushed conversations about how she's pushing him until he cracks. You never wanted to believe it, never wanted to think that Tashi, of all people, would be the one to break him down.

"She calls you Ace, you know."

You make a face at the name. A journalist had written an article about you a few years ago when you won your first US Open, nicknaming you Ace since your serves were almost impossible to hit. The nickname stuck, plastered across headlines, magazine covers, and merchandise. People even bet on you becoming the youngest tennis player with the most aces in history before the season ended. You were only off by a dozen.

"Does she?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, unaffected.

"You do have a killer serve."

You scoff, shaking your head. "Killer." The word feels bitter on your tongue. "Tashi used to hit those back at me like it was nothing."

Art nods, taking another sip of his drink before pausing to look at you. "Only 'cause she knows you."

"Knew," you correct him.

The silence stretches again, heavier this time. You're about to say something, anything to break it, when Art speaks again, his voice softer, more earnest.

"I miss you."

What. The. Fuck.

"I do," he insists, leaning forward, his eyes searching yours. "I miss hanging out with you. I miss playing with you. Watching your games live and not recorded on my TV."

"Art, c'mon." You feel the dread crawling up your throat, wishing you had left the bar sooner. Every word he says seems to pull you deeper into a past you've been trying to escape. Art has done nothing but throw you off your game all night.

"I miss you outside of tennis, too," he continues, his voice tinged with regret. "I miss our late-night walks, studying in the library. You remember those?"

"Of course I do."

"Tashi misses you, too," he says, and you can tell he's crossing a line, testing your patience. You can feel the corner of your mouth twitch, your eyes unable to meet his. "She tells me every night. She's always keeping up with your stats, watching all of your games, rewatching your old ones. She makes notes for you, how you could improve. She wants to coach you."

"Art, stop it," you finally snap, turning to face him. The night feels ruined, any semblance of peace shattered. Was this all some elaborate scheme against you? After all these years, is this how they repay you? Out of spite? Is that what it is, a way to get back at you because you somehow got it all, and Tashi's taking whatever she can scrape off from Art?

"I don't want her to coach me. And I highly doubt she wants to coach me either."

"I booked the hotel," he says suddenly, his voice softer, more sincere. "She doesn't know you're here. And I really think it will be good for you two to talk." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, placing it carefully on the bar in front of you. "Here's our room number. I'll be out tonight with some friends, so the room is yours till late. Just, don't kill each other or break anything if you fight."

"I'm not going—"

"She really does miss you," he interrupts, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you might understand, might relent.

You stare at the piece of paper, feeling its presence like a burning brand. Art stands up, hesitating for a moment as if he wants to say more but thinks better of it. "I mean it. Think about it," he murmurs before turning and walking away, his footsteps echoing in the hollow space of your mind.

You watch him go, each step he takes pulling at the threads of your carefully constructed facade. As he nears the entrance, your eyes follow him instinctively, and that's when you see her. Tashi. She's standing there, with her bags looking around with a familiar intensity, her eyes scanning the room until they lock onto yours.

You feel sick.

Meeting Art was a pleasant surprise; he makes your heart race and your cheeks burn. But Tashi makes your heart stop and your brain shut off.

She looks different—older, more mature, hair straight and cut to a mid-length but also a lighter colour—but still heartbreakingly familiar. Her eyes widen slightly as she recognizes you.

She opens her mouth as if to say something when Art stands next to her, pressing a kiss to her temple, but no words come out.

Your heart hammers in your chest.

The weight of her gaze is too much. You're the first to look away. You stand up abruptly, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. "Excuse me," you mutter to the bartender, slapping a couple of bucks on the counter. Your voice feels distant, and detached, as if it belongs to someone else.

You push through the crowd, your mind a chaotic whirl of emotions. You need air. You need space.

As you reach the elevator, you can feel Tashi's eyes still on you. But you keep moving, your footsteps quickening with each step. You need to focus on tennis. That's the only thing that's never let you down.

Tashi had once picked tennis over you, and now it was your turn to do the same.

You reach your room and close the door behind you, leaning against it as you finally let out the breath you've been holding. The walls seem to close in on you, and you slide down to the floor.

You need to remember why you're here. For the game. For the dream. And that has to be enough.

Only one problem.

You can't sleep.

Hours later, you find yourself in the hotel gym, the quiet hum of the machines the only sound in the stillness of the night. Your mind is racing, a chaotic swirl of thoughts and emotions you can't control. Desperate for an outlet, you hop on a treadmill and start running, hoping to exhaust yourself into some semblance of peace.

Anything is better than sitting in the hotel lobby, scouring the internet on the public computer for any proof of Art and Tashi's marriage while drinking wine straight from the bottle.

Art was right, it was a small wedding. There were almost no photos of it caught by the paparazzi, only articles upon articles talking about it, magazine covers and everything. God, how could you have missed this? How out of the loop were you?

There was only one photo posted, and it was from Tashi's Facebook and Instagram from less than a year ago; a picture of just her hand holding onto Art's, where you can see her wedding ring. There was no caption. But the photo had millions of likes.

You wonder if Patrick knew. He probably did. He stalks her account religiously and only recently started to tone it down. And then there's you, who had her blocked on everything since your last argument.

The music playing in your ears drowns out the world around you, a heavy beat pulsing as you hum along. Your eyes fixate on the rising numbers on the treadmill screen, sometimes glancing out the window at the city skyline, other times catching your silhouette in the glass reflection.

Sweat makes your clothes cling to you like a second skin, rolling down your spine in rivulets. You're still a little tipsy from your drinks, the taste lingering in your cheeks, but you think you're sober enough that a few more miles will drain it all out.

Art's words are burned into your mind. The wedding you were never invited to, how he suddenly wants to be friends again. You can see where he's coming from; tennis is lonely. You're lonely. You press the button to go faster, your legs burning as you push yourself harder, trying to escape the thoughts that chase you.

You don't hear the door click open, and it takes a few seconds for you to spot the reflection of someone walking behind you in the window's reflection, rolling out a pink yoga mat. But they don't step onto it, they don't move, and even worse, you catch their eye in the reflection.

Fuck.

It's Tashi Duncan.

Your heart lurches in your chest. You quickly look away, panic setting in. You turn your music up higher and make the treadmill run faster, the machine whirring louder in response. Your pulse races, not just from the exertion, but from the presence of the one person you can't bear to face right now.

In the corner of your eye, you see her approach you. When you hear her call out your name between songs, you pretend you can't hear her. You pretend to be captivated by the sight of the city at night, pretend that you're lost in the music as P!nk's voice blares into your ears, cursing out one of her old lovers.

You wonder how long you can keep the act up.

Tashi moves with a determination that you've always admired and feared. She walks around your treadmill, eyes locked onto you with a fierce intensity. Without hesitation, she reaches down and unplugs the machine from the wall, forcing it to power down abruptly.

Not long enough.

"What the fuck?" You huff, yanking out your earbuds. "What's your fucking problem?"

"You're my problem," she says, her voice steady, unyielding as she rolls her eyes.

"I haven't said a word to you."

"And that's my problem. I'm talking to you," Her gaze bores into yours, refusing to be ignored. You can see the resolve in her eyes, the same decisiveness that made her a force to be reckoned with on the court.

"I'm busy," you snap, and your breath comes in ragged gasps, both from the exertion and the emotional storm raging inside you. You feel trapped, cornered by the very person you’ve been trying to avoid.

You bite your tongue, stepping off the treadmill and walking around her when she steps in front of you. You make a straight line for your bag, watching her from the mirrors as she follows you closely.

"Can you listen?" It's more of a demand than an ask, "I just... Art told me what he did. He's a little shit, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. You have other shit to worry about."

You're taking long chugs from your water, staring at her without saying a word. Part of it is because you have nothing to say to her, and another is because you're afraid that if you speak, she'll see through you.

Tashi's eyes roam over you, lingering on your shorts and the way the wires from your earbuds snake from your iPod, under your tank, and peek out from under your sports bra. Her gaze is both appraising and filled with something unresolved between you. When you don't respond, she sighs. "You look great, by the way. On the court. You've changed your approach. You're vicious."

The compliment stings more than it soothes. You still don't say anything, letting the silence stretch between you like a chasm.

"...Or maybe you've always been. I haven't seen you in a long time. So a lot could've changed, I don't know."

You lower your bottle, swallowing the water. It feels cold as it runs down your throat, a stark contrast to the heat of your rising anger. You can't help the way your eyes drop to her hand when you pull your hair down from its ponytail. The sight of the ring on her finger feels like a punch to the gut.

She notices.

"We didn't want you to find out this way."

Your eyes snap up to hers. "And how was I supposed to find out?"

Tashi looks taken aback for a moment, her confident façade faltering. She takes a deep breath, as if bracing herself. "I don't know. Maybe we should've told you. Should've invited you. But I thought... I thought it would be easier for you if you didn't know. I didn't want to hurt you more than I already had."

Your laugh is bitter, devoid of any real amusement. "Easier?

"Look," Tashi begins, her voice tinged with a hint of impatience, "I'm not a fan of the way I ended things. But I think that keeping a grudge for this long is embarrassing. We were teenagers."

"You're right," you concede with a bitter chuckle, "it is embarrassing. But you know what's even more embarrassing?" Your voice rises, fueled by a mixture of frustration and hurt. "Having your husband come to me and tell me how much he misses me. And how you miss me. But you don't have the guts to tell me that yourself, do you? Do you miss me, Tashi?"

"Of course I miss you," she scoffs, her tone defensive. "You were my best friend. My serving partner. We played and won doubles together."

"Is that all I was to you?"

"Was there supposed to be anything more?"

There it is, the moment you've been dreading, the confrontation you've been avoiding. You can feel the familiar ache in your chest, "You know I fucking loved you, Tashi," you admit. "And yeah, whatever, everyone loved you. No one could get enough of Tashi Duncan. But you know damn well I loved you for more than just that."

"Loved?" She steps closer, her eyes searching yours. "You don't love me anymore?"

"No," you tell her. "I don't. I dropped out of your groupie a while ago."

"What do you love, then?" Her voice is almost a whisper, the distance between you closing.

"I love tennis," you confess, your gaze never leaving hers. "I love winning. Turns out I'm great at both. And I love that too. And people love me. That's more than you could ever give me. Or Art."

"Even Patrick?" The mention of his name is a sharp jab; she's trying to get under your skin.

"I don't know, you tell me." You're taunting her. And you love the way she falters for a split second. "You saw him at the Open last year, didn't you?"

The air drifting between you is almost palpable, shrinking smaller and smaller like it’s terrified of being trapped between you. "Listen," she says, her voice dropping lower, "I just came here to tie some loose ends. For Art's sake. He says It'll be good for me."

"Okay," you reply, seizing the opportunity to turn the conversation in your favour. Hook, line and sinker. "Is there anything else you want to get off your chest?"

Hook.

Tashi's eyes narrow slightly, but she takes the bait, her expression shifting to one of determination. "You raise your arm too high when you serve. You're gonna dislocate your shoulder one day."

"I bet you're waiting for the day I do."

"I can make you the best."

"Am I not already?"

Line.

"You're one of the best at most. But not the best. I'd be surprised if you bring back bronze. You're too short-tempered for silver. Let me coach you. I'll make sure you bring back gold."

"I don't need you," you say, the words catching in your throat.

"We both know you do," she whispers, her breath warm against your lips.

And sinker.

In that moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time. The words hang in the air, a silent challenge. You can feel the heat radiating from her, the closeness almost unbearable.

Without another thought, your lips crash together in a desperate kiss, a release of all the pent-up tension and longing that has simmered between you for far too long.

It's a whirlwind of heat and passion, each touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume everything in its path. Her hands are in your hair, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your body pressed against hers with a fierce urgency.

The kiss deepens a symphony of desire and desperation, all the words you couldn't say pouring into it with a fervour that borders on reckless abandon. You can feel yourself start to become absorbed into the bubble that is Tashi Duncan, it sucks you in, and it scares you, makes you feel as if you're sinking into the bottom of the ocean.

She grips the back of your neck, hard enough that her nails dig into the skin. Tashi waits for your gasp, and when you do, she pushes her tongue into your mouth, past your teeth until it collides with your own.

You're moaning, groaning into her mouth with the way she shoves you until your back hits the mirror behind you. You're arching into her at the way she fucking smiles against your lips at your reaction.

It's pathetic. You're pathetic. Almost in the same way Art is. You know it. She knows it. But in your defence, it's been a while since you've been kissed, it's been a while since someone's touched you this way, with heat and flavour. You're a little dizzy from it, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

Tashi sucks your tongue into her mouth and you buck your hips against the thigh she's pressed between your legs.

There's a sweetness that lingers when she bites your lip, you wonder if she's wearing lipgloss, maybe chapstick. You hope she can't tell you've been drinking, that talking to Art made you spiral, that you've been bluffing since the moment she walked into the gym. Since the night she packed her things and told you she was leaving Stanford, her scholarship has no use since she can't play anymore.

When her hands run down your neck to your waist, gliding over the sweat on your skin, you can feel the cold touch of her wedding ring. It's frigid, making you shiver when Tashi starts to lick up the column of your throat. You almost feel bad about how wet you've become.

"Tashi..." you huff, her hands found their way to the base of your ass, guiding you to rock faster against her, only making you whine. Her grasp is tight, wanting. She pulls at your hips, slowly, dragging your crotch closer to hers and then pushing you back down on her leg. She repeats the motion a few times, rolling her own hips up into you a little more with each motion, and soon your muscles start to work so you can grind down onto her.

Tashi rewards you with a quiet moan—oh, you want her to do that again, you're going to make her do that again, louder and louder—and then, with a touch so light you could cry, she traces one hand over your hipbones and down to your pussy.

You can feel your stomach nearly drop, "You're married, Tashi."

She pulls away just to laugh at you. One finger traces your slit through your shorts, and you hear yourself moan. She raises her brows, a challenging look in her eyes, "Are you jealous?"

You try to scoff, but the cold glass of the mirror behind you squeaks when you shift. Even just this feather-light pressure through two layers of fabric, and every nerve ending in your body sets alight at once.

"What would Art say?" You try to say, your hair falling over your face as you try to collect some kind of morality. If you were caught, you can already imagine the headlines and the stories people would write about you. "What would he do if he found us right now?"

"I don't know," Tashi hums, leaning closer. She pretends to think as if the answer isn't obvious, teasing you a little when she gets close enough to kiss you but doesn't. "He'd probably ask to join."

You can't stop the way that thought alone makes you melt. You remember the jokes Patrick used to make back when you were in college, of you and Tashi being his wet dreams. You can almost imagine, how he would moan at everything, want everything, his whiney moans too similar to the ones he makes when he's on the court.

Tashi rubs gently at your pussy a few more times like she's exploring you, and then suddenly she taps right where your clit is. You cry out, and she sighs against your mouth. "You're so wet. You like it when I touch you?"

"Yeah, please... touch me." You nod. And in your head, you're telling yourself you only like it because you haven't been with anyone since Patrick left for his tour.

Tashi kisses you again, and it's a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath her shirt she starts to fumble with your waistband, and you're both angry and resentful and incredibly destructive, but it doesn’t matter yet.

Her fingers are clumsily slipping into your underwear and then she's there, her fingers are brushing right against your clit—you're so wet that her fingers brush right through your folds, gliding like silk, and by the time she reaches your hole, two fingers easily sink in right to the knuckle.

Tashi leaves you gasping and she teases you for it. "So sensitive," she taunts against your lips, pressing her thumb against your clit so she can see you squirm, pumping her fingers at an urgent pace to hear you moan. "So needy."

With each movement, she scissors her fingers a little, spreading you wider every time, and she starts to mouth at your neck with hot, wet kisses. "Do you like that, yeah? Am I making you feel good? I am, aren't I? I'm exactly what you need. C'mon say you want me. Tell me you need me, Ace."

"Maybe—" You're breathless, and the nickname has you tugging at her hair again, "Shit, I saw the way you made Art. He... oh god... he wouldn't be half the athlete without you. I also... I also wouldn't want to ruin my shoulder... while—while serving."

"I'm not talking about tennis."

For a moment, you worry that you've fallen for a trap, that you've said too much. You're vulnerable, a little drunk on lust and wine, and Tashi isn't stupid to not catch your sapphic crush on her since the two of you became friends, an old high school love that's never really disappeared, from slumber party kisses and how you've gawked at her, at her husband and even her ex-boyfriend.

"C'mon, Tash, you're always talking about tennis."

"Not this time."

You barely catch onto what she says. Your body feels like it's going through the most intense orgasm of your life, especially now that she's given up on pumping her fingers in favour of curling them in rapid beats against your g-spot, but you know that you're not even coming yet: you're close, though, judging by the way the room is spinning around you, and the pressure building in the pit of your stomach—"I think I'm close... oh, I don't—fuck—keep touching me like that."

She bites your neck until you say her name. You pull her hair until she moans. Her touch is blistering against your skin. She says your name in a breathy drawl like she's pleading with you, humouring you, wanting to take everything from you.

"Keep going, please, please don't stop," you all but shout, and Tashi continues the massaging movement right up on your g-spot: the positioning of her hand means the heel of her palm is dragging over your clit, and your hips are frantically grinding up into her hand—you're gonna come, the world feels like it's crashing down around you.

Every muscle in your body tenses up and through it all you hear Tashi whispering, come on, that's it, I've got you, come on, come on, and then you're coming—

Distantly, you can feel her fingers continue their movements inside of you, unrelenting—and the other hand keeps a firm grip on your hips, grounding you onto her lap—but other than that, all you know is the pleasure slamming into each nerve in your body, one by one and then all at once. A hot sting against your skin that reminds you of the sun whenever you're on the tennis court, deep into the game you've turned into the love of your life.

It can't have possibly been this long since the last time you've gotten laid, right?

Then, suddenly, you're back in reality. Tashi is heaving for breath against your shoulder and her fingers are back to a slow, steady pumping, in and out of your swollen pussy. "You're so pretty, you know that? No tennis talk."

You lean your head back against the mirror, a slow grin forming on your lips, "You don't think I'm pretty when I play."

"I think you're hot when you play."

You peek a glance at Tashi, meeting her eyes as she watches you, watching the way you catch your breath, skin shining against the fluorescent lights of the gym, similar to how you shine on the court. Yeah, you're a sight for sore fucking eyes.

Tashi takes slow, taunting steps back and away from you, and then she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks, moaning around the digits, and through hazy eyes, you can see the most fucked-out look on her face just at the taste of your cum.

She licks her fingers clean—you feel your pussy clench down again at the sight—before opening her eyes, fixing you with an intense stare, and panting, "I'll be in my room," she rolls up her pink mat (which she never used) and picks up her bag, "I'm sure you know the number. I'm hoping you can return the favour and touch me or something. You know, before you leave in the morning."

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[nathank77]

6/19/24

8:50 a.m Edited/Added to

So of course last night was the first time I forgot to write down my closed eyes time, why? My timer went off for Mouthwash I was super tired and I was fighting my eyes and I was like yea right you won't fall asleep, you'll need to pee. I was like I'll close my eyes and in 5 or 10 minutes use Mouthwash. I believe my timer went off at 10:59 but Idk. I was out like a light. Dead to the world. I woke up at like 5:30 a.m. I tried to sleep until like 6:15 a.m and I couldn't fall back to sleep. I didn't want to use drugs bc I don't want to wake up at like 12 p.m or even 10 a.m. I want to wake up everyday at like 8 a.m the latest... In order to keep a strict circadian rhythm and fight circadian rhythm disorder you need to be strict about your sleep/wake cycle.

I probably got like 6 hours and 15 minutes of sleep. Still not a single 7 hour night but I'm getting closer. I think my circadian rhythm is adjusting.

Unfortunately tonight I need to go back to a half mg. Or at least try.. I'm going to take my half mg at 9:30... so I can take the other half by like 11 p.m or something after 1 hour of closing my eyes and presumably failing. We will see what happens. If I have to take the second half... at that point it'll be day 3 and by day 4 my tolerance will forever be raised.. so tomorrow I'll just take the full mg and accept it.

Today I started laundry. All my attic clothes from my old dresser will be complete and put in a bin. Stupidly bc I'm a hoarder i tried to go through it but can't make my mind up for various reasons.. so I decided to wash it all and decide later. Some of the basketball shorts are brand name but very small... I mean I have good reasons for being like idk. I'm also going to put tide cold wash directly on the arm pit stains and see if it comes off my second load... I mean some of the pit stains got removed from a general wash in it.. so maybe I can save all my nice shirts. I'm keeping them regardless bc I know I can try different things to lift the hard surface stains over time.

I emailed the board and asked if i could provide more documentation like my night at the psych ward and my primary care for documentation of my insomnia.

I put my graduation stuff in that corner. It isn't perfect but it looks better. I might move more posters around today.

I got to go grocery shopping and return my gloves. I'm also going to pick up my testosterone today. I'm going to do all of this before my t-shot at 3:45 p.m so I can come home and shower.

My sister has a tripod I'm waiting on so I can get my car photo shoot pictures. I might make some phone calls before I go to the grocery store.

I'm getting shit done. I really hope I don't have to raise my tolerance but we will see.

Also I detailed pooping problems on my sleep tracker. I started 2000mg of white mulberries 4 days before I had some problems and l salivarius 3 days before. It could be l salivarius. It could be a change in the way I eat which I'm fixing. Idk but we will first start changing my eating order and see if it fixes it, if it doesn't, then we will take out l salivarius if that doesn't work I'll take my white mulberries to 1500 again... and see if that works. Then try l salivarius again.

I have a feeling it's my sleep schedule with the eating habits being changed but we will see. As I had 4 days of the white mulberries and 3 days of l salivarius that everything was normal and then I didnt sleep...

My hallucination is making me want to die. It's whatever this is my quality of life.

[jadequeen88]

Nothing Compares: Dad!Eddie Munson x Reader

Cross-posted on AO3

Read part 2 here Summary:

The thin walls of your apartment rattled with the slamming of your front door. You jumped awake in fear, knowing you were supposed to be alone tonight. After your initial panic, you knew by the sound of the heavy footsteps and quiet cursing exactly who was terrorizing your home at 2:45 in the morning.

Eddie Munson.

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Having a kid can change people, but not always for the better...

Notes:

I wrote this faster than ANYTHING I've ever written before, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize! I wanted to try my take on Eddie becoming a dad. Although I think he means well and would be a great dad, I could see it being a hard transition for him. As always, please let me know what you guys think. Hopefully, I will be adding more chapters to The Last In Line soon! I also have a couple of more WIPs in google docs that I'm very excited about. Looking forward to all your comments! ALSO! There will definitely be a part 2 to this!

TWs:

Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Soft Eddie Munson, Dad Eddie Munson, Oral Sex, Making Out

The thin walls of your apartment rattled with the slamming of your front door. You jumped awake in fear, knowing you were supposed to be alone tonight. After your initial panic, you knew by the sound of the heavy footsteps and quiet cursing exactly who was terrorizing your home at 2:45 in the morning.

Eddie Munson.

The specter who never seemed to stop haunting you, no matter how many times you tried to exercise him from your life. Maybe those assholes back in high school were onto something calling him the spawn of satan. It’s one of the only reasons you can come up with at this point. You knew it would be best to go ahead and wake up. The longer he spent ransacking your apartment, the more riled up he’d get and the longer it would take to calm him down.

You pull your robe around yourself and slip into the hallway, wincing slightly at the cold wood beneath your feet.

“Where is he?”

You grimaced. Eddie had clearly gotten wasted after the show tonight. He stood in the middle of your living room, cropped tee still damp around the neck with sweat and eyeliner skewed. You hated how your gut lurched with want at the sight.

“Who, Eddie?”

“Who?” he looked at you with that infuriating expression he wore when he was exceptionally worked up. You wanted to slap him and kiss the breath out of his lungs in apology at the same time. “My fuckin’ son, that’s who!” His eyes are wild and he’s nearly screaming. If his fit resulted in old Ms. Connor calling Jim Hopper again, you’d string him up from a light pole.

“Eddie, I told you Sunday at drop-off that Wayne wanted to keep him tonight. He took him fishing this afternoon and now he’s sleeping over.” you walked a little closer trying to school your features. You knew if the rage you felt bubbled over with Eddie in this state, you’d have to call Jim yourself to haul you and your ex to the station.

“Did not. I would have remembered,” He mumbled, still walking around opening closets and doors.

“I can’t do this tonight,” you sighed. Your hands started to shake.

“Oh, you can’t do this tonight? Huh? And why is that? Got your little pencil dick boyfriend hiding back here?” Eddie stomped towards the bedroom you used to share, hell-bent on catching you in a lie you’d never told.

“Eddie, you know I don’t have one!” Maybe you should save yourself the trouble and call Jim at home. Sadly, it wouldn’t be the first time you had to disturb the Byers-Hopper household in the middle of the night.

“Stop fuckin’ lyin’ to me, Birdy,” the old nickname sent pain through your chest. Sometimes, you wished for a quick slap instead of these painful exchanges. At least the sting from a blow would fade instead of crawling inside your body and festering like Eddie’s words had a habit of doing. “You went on a date with him last weekend.”

“One date, Eddie!” your voice pitched higher as he threw open your closet. He slammed the door to the ensuite bathroom against the opposite wall before looking under your bed. “I never called him back!”

“Oh, dear! Why ever not?” Once Eddie was satisfied that you weren’t hiding a man in your apartment, all his attention focused on you. His arms crossed over his chest, head cocked to the side, waiting on a response.

“You know why not,” you blinked rapidly, refusing to give him any more of your tears.

“Tell me,” he demanded softly, walking towards you. He was close enough now that you smelled the vodka seeping from his pores. How long had he been drinking tonight? You watched his arm rise, standing still as a statue as he reached out towards you. His ringed hand sat heavily on your neck. Eddie bent forward, trying to meet your downturned gaze. The thick callous of his thumb felt like fire against the underside of your jaw. You knew if you looked into his eyes, your resolve would shatter. You used to joke with Eddie about how his puppy dog eyes were his superpower. If only you knew then that they’d be used against you one day…

“Birdy…” you could hear the tears in his voice. You couldn’t take this anymore.

“Stop calling me that, please,” you wished you’d yelled it. You wished you’d have sounded strong and determined. You wished you could shove him away and scream at him. But you were just too fucking tired. Instead, your plea came out a watery, weak whisper.

“Don’t want to,” he whispered, now both hands cupping the side of your neck. His forehead fell down to connect to yours, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “I miss you so goddamn much. You know that?” he sniffed back tears and your own finally fell from your eyes.

“You’re just drunk, Eds,” your hands came up to his chest to push him away, but only lingered there, digging into his sweaty shirt. “You only miss me when your drunk.”

You felt him shake his head and grip your neck tighter. “Miss you all the time. Just too scared to say it sober,” his words slur even worse through his tears. “You know I’m a fuckin’ coward, baby.”

His wrists felt so solid beneath your hands. The sick, sad, lonely part of your soul rejoiced at the sensation, of him touching you and you touching back. Reluctantly, you pulled his hands away and turned to sit on the foot of your bed, openly weeping now.

You remember sitting in the same spot the night you kicked him out last year. Eddie still behaved like a child while you had a toddler of your own to think about. All the hours away at band practice, the drinking, him dealing even after you said you didn’t want that around your baby. The straw that broke the camel’s back was finding the blonde in his lap at a party you tracked him down to. You’d been up all night with a sick toddler, not knowing where on earth your husband was. Thank God his saint of an uncle was around to watch the baby while you combed through the dark streets of Hawkins looking for Eddie. Of course, he’d been at that asshole Billy’s place…

You remember the sick smirk Billy Hargrove leveled you with, ice blue eyes looking at you up and down shamelessly. He gleefully pointed to where Eddie sat, girl in lap, drunk out of his mind.

“You know,” he’d reached his arm around your waist and purred into your ear. “If you really wanna get under his skin, I’d love to help you out with that, mama.”

You shoved him away, vibrating with fury. “Fuck you, Billy.” you stomped across the room as he responded with a, “Yeah, that’s the point I was makin’, sweetheart!”

Eddie looked up at you in shock, pushing the girl away roughly.

“Fuck you, Eddie Munson. I’m done,” you wrenched off the thin, gold band he’d given you the day he proposed to you under the tree you’d played under when you were both just two poor trailer park kids. You didn’t care to hear his excuses. You didn’t care that he swore he’d never cheated, that he was so drunk that he didn’t even realize a girl was on his lap. You saw the writing on the wall. You knew it would only be a matter of time before his desire to play rockstar would destroy your already fragile little family.

So you kicked him out that night. Since then, you’d raised your son mostly on your own with help from Robin, Steve, and sweet Uncle Wayne. You never kept Eddie from his child, he was an excellent dad when he wasn’t in his own head, but Wayne usually handled the drop-off and pick-up times. You could tell it hurt him to see his nephew potentially becoming like his father. He always promised his uncle that he wouldn’t become his father. Wayne stepped in when the crime and alcohol took a front seat in his life, rasing Eddie as his own. Nowadays, Wayne wasn’t too sure his nephew would keep his word.

After a few months, however, the drunken visits started. At first, your resolve was solid. You were determined to keep Eddie’s shit out of your life and out of your son’s life. But the loneliness and heartache got a little more prominent with each fight. Going on that date last week solidified it… You still loved Eddie. That wouldn’t change, no matter the time or distance.

Eddie hadn’t seen you cry since the night you ended things. You made sure of it. You knew that once he cracked you the slightest bit, there’d be a very real danger of him making his way back into your life. It was a gamble you didn’t want to take.

But tonight, the dam burst. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of you, lying his head in your lap.

“Don’t cry, Birdy. You’re killin’ me,” his hands rubbed up and down the sides of your thighs to comfort you. “Tell me why you didn’t call him back. Please, baby. Just say it,” you sobbed as you pushed his curls away from his face. You still couldn’t look at him, but you felt his gaze on you. “I gotta know you still love me, Birdy. I gotta know because sometimes I think I might die ‘cause I love you so much.”

“Eddie, stop,” you gripped his hair as you felt him nuzzle his tear-soaked face into your stomach.

“No, goddammit! I won’t! You gotta listen this time,” you softened when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. “I know I’m fuckin’ stupid, okay? I know I fucked up a lot, but I never ever cheated. I never could. I can’t live with myself anymore knowing you think I did something like that.”

“There’s so much more to it,” you finally opened your eyes, looking towards the ceiling to gather your thoughts. “The drugs and the constant partying… Eddie you know I love all the guys, and I love you being in the band, but you can’t find a balance between all of that and being present for us as a dad and partner.”

“Birdy, I will! I swear on my mom’s grave, I will do better!” at the mention of his mother, you finally looked at him. He never talked about her unless he was deadly serious. You wiped his black tears away from his cheek, still avoiding his eyes. “I wanted to tell you earlier, call you before the show, but I got all fucked up in here and couldn’t,” Eddie pointed to his head to emphasize his point. “Gene hired me back at the shop,” you raised an eyebrow, finally meeting his gaze. The only job Eddie kept for any considerable length of time was working on cars downtown at Hawkin’s Tire. It seemed to be one of the only honest jobs he didn’t outright hate. “Full time. I’ll be workin’ forty hours.”

“But Eddie, you said-”

He shushed you gently, shaking his head. “For the past year, I’ve scraped by with dealing and playing gigs, and I’m fuckin’ miserable,” his voice cracked, and a fresh wave of tears spilled past his lashline. “If I don’t get to go home to you two every night, nothin’‘s worth it. Not the music or the high. I’m starting to hate every second of it.”

“You’re drunk right now,” you ran your fingers through his hair and watched him melt into your touch. “How can I believe you?”

His grip around you tightened, and he sat up a little straighter, “Give me a week,” he whispered. “Let me come home next Friday when I get off work at the shop with my first paycheck cashed.” Eddie’s hands traveled to your hips. You gasped when he gripped you tight. “I’ll bring you yellow roses and that wine you like. I’ll bring the little squirt pizza and rent that one stupid Muppet movie he loves,” you started to smile reluctantly. Eddie’s own grin matched it. “And after, I’ll give him his bath and read to him while you open that wine,” you gasped when Eddie’s lips brushed along your exposed collarbone, but you didn’t move to stop him. “When he’s asleep,” he kissed the top of your cleavage and bit back a moan. “If mama wants,” you don’t stop him as he pulls one side of your robe off your shoulder, exposing the soft bralette you fell asleep wearing. “I’ll worship her all night,” his thumb lightly traced your hardening nipple. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders. “Like I’ve been aching to do for months.”

You pulled Eddie up from the floor, standing with him. Your lips met in a flash, months of pain and longing seeping through every brush of tongues and touching of lips. The outline of Eddie’s cock was already pushing into your hips and your mouth watered. When your hand met his denim-clad bulge, he let out the sweetest, filthiest moan. Before you could get very far, he pulled your hand away.

“No, baby,” he planted a wet kiss on the corner of your panting mouth, “Wanna taste you. That okay?” you nodded as he backed you towards the bed.

Even though Eddie’s hands were shaking, he took his time, just like he always did.

“Tell me there hasn’t been anyone else,” he spoke into the skin of your inner thigh.

“No one, Eddie,” you gasped as his tongue met the fabric of your soaked panties. “Only you.”

“Not even Harrington?” he growled, hooking a finger into the crotch of your underwear and pulling it to the side.

“Christ, no!” you groaned as he went straight for your swollen clit, sucking and nibbling it. “You know better than that,” you sighed, grabbing a fist full of sweaty, dark curls. Eddie groaned and you could see his narrow hips grinding down onto the mattress.

“Pull harder,” he gasped. You obeyed and he doubled his efforts on your clit, kissing, licking and nibbling on it. He moaned into your pussy, grinding down onto the bed harder. “Oh, fuck,” he murmured, “Gonna cum in my jeans like a teenager.”

“Do it,” your voice was husky as you found your confidence again. You sat up and slung one leg over his shoulder, gripping his hair even harder. “Show me how pathetic you are, baby,” you rolled your hips into his mouth and the hold Eddie had on your hips tightened. “Cum in your pants while I use that smartassed mouth,” He nodded enthusiastically and you threw your head back. Eddie helped move your hips with his iron grip and a few moments later, you were orgasming into his open mouth. As you came down, you brushed his hair from his sweaty brow. You could tell by his anguished expression he hadn’t come yet.

“Sit up here,” you said, grabbing the back of his neck. Eddie didn’t hesitate to obey you. “I told you,” you purred into his ear, “to cum in your pants for me.” you straddled his lap and he nearly let out a shout when you put your weight down on his crotch.

This was all relatively new territory for the two of you. Normally it was you underneath Eddie being reduced to a whimpering mess, but neither of you seemed too bothered by the new dynamic. Quite the opposite, actually. You can’t remember seeing Eddie this worked up since you were teenagers.

You devoured his mouth as your hips rolled against his, coaxing his release from him. Eddie came with a shout that you happily swallowed. After a few moments, you both started to giggle. You knew you should get up and let him clean himself up, but it felt so good to be near him again and he made no moves to get up form the bed.

“Please don’t think this is a complaint,” he said, kissing your neck lovingly. “But what the fuck was that, huh?”

“Guess that’s what happens when I go that long with no sex,” you laughed. Eddie groaned and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Never thought I’d be so happy about cummin’ in my jeans, sweet thing,” he growled, rolling you over to lay on top of you.

Things got quiet again and the reality of your situation began to set in. “Eddie?” you questioned. He looked up at you from where he lay on your chest. Thankfully, he seemed to have sobered up considerably.

“Don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“Never, Birdy,” he smiled with with whole face, laugh lines deepening and eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll prove it to you Friday.”

“Friday,” you said, hazarding a small, hopeful smile.

“It’s a date,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you pushed his face away laughing.

“Oh a date he says,” you teased. “Pizza and the Muppets. Is that what dating is like once you have kids?”

“Afraid so, sweet cheeks,” Eddie walked towards the dresser, looking in the bottom drawer to see if any of his clothes were still there by chance “We’re boring now.” He smiled over at you when he found an old pair of grey sweats.

“I still sleep in them sometimes…” you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed. Eddie simply nodded and walked into the bathroom to change.

“Just don’t forget the wine and roses,” you warned, raising your voice so he could hear you through the door. “I might never forgive you if you don’t follow through on that part of the deal.”

“I would never,” he said in mock offense as he opened the door. You thought he looked even better in the old pajamas than he did in the tight, ripped jeans. “But you’re forgetting the most important part.”

“What’s that?”

“The worshipping,” he crawled up the bed towards you again. “Might want you to boss me around again, Birdy.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you said as you slapped his hip lightly.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded as he cuddled into your side. He threw the blankets around you both and before you realized, you were drifting off into the best sleep you’d had in months.