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littlemissmiller · 6 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: you are a bartnder/saloon girl at a bar in town. when billy rides into town, he is absolutely in love with you, but takes it slow. one night you invite him home and he can’t resist you any longer

Warning: 21+ (drinking) fluff, smut, p in v, semi-rough sex (ass slapping), hickeys, oral (f receiving), aftercare, porn with a plot

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: hello friends :) first i just want to say thank you for the support! it has truly exceeded my expectations given i thought like three people were going to read my last two posts sooo thank you thank you thank you all! second, i was trying to get this out to y’all sooner, especially with season 2 being announced, but alas life be busy and i wanted to get this just right so here y’all go! a cute lil fluffy smutty billy moment. i hope to release more billy(and coryo) related content as well as other stuff soooo get excited ♥︎ ! p.s. there is a lil treat at the end ;)

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The moment you saw him ride into town, you knew you had to have him. You had seen a lot of cowboys come into town, handsome ones too. Something about Billy however, had you wondering about what the story was behind those mysterious eyes. His pretty blue eyes that pierced into your soul. He always looked at you so intently under the brim of his hat and would study you. Trying to figure you out just as much as you were with him.

Billy became a regular at the saloon and would start to stay and wait for you to walk you home. It never went beyond that. He was such a gentleman, despite how easily you would have accepted him had he offered himself to you. Little did you know that he was being patient with you because he liked you so much. His last encounter with a woman ended up being a short and fast heartbreak, which pained him at the time and made himself feel like a fool in the long term. So he had swore to himself the next time he had the inclination to want someone he thought was good enough for love, he wouldn’t rush it. He didn’t want to scare you off like the precious creature you were to him.

One morning you can’t stop thinking about him on the way to the market. Your sister was coming into town with her family and you had a big dinner to plan. As you arrived at the market, you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Well good morning, darling” Billy stated tipping his hat “What brings you into town so early?”

“Could ask you the same” you smiled “I need groceries”

“New rope for cattle ranching. Could I offer you any assistance sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered at the pet names and your face went flush. You felt hot, your corset somehow becoming tighter, and your stomach nearly dropped. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Well if you insist” you quipped back

Billy held your basket for you as you shopped. He eventually obtained his rope and the pair bought their goods and were on their way. Of course, Billy offered you a ride home, despite the short distance. You rode on his horse as he rode with you behind him. You loved the feeling of being able to grip onto his waist like this. A seemingly innocent action that you reveled in. And with being this close to him, you happily took in the scent of gunpowder and fresh pine wood that wafted from his shirt. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder to sneak a look at you. He smiled to himself at how pretty your eyes looked as you held onto him tightly, your basket of groceries tucked in your elbow. They arrived soon enough at your home and Billy assisted you inside.

“Well thank you Billy. Always willing to help me ain’t ya.” You smiled sweetly at him. The kind of smile that made Billy loose his thoughts. Your big doe eyes once again captured his attention.

“Of course. A lady like yourself deserves all the help in the world.”

“Why are you sweeting me up like I’m hot tea William Bonney?”

“Maybe because you are sweet. Like honey.” He smiled back, taking a step closer to you. This time, sensing your nerves, he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

“So what is all this food for anyways. Not that I would judge but it seems like a lot for a women who lives alone.”

“Got family coming in. They’ll be wanting a nice meal the first night at least.” You explained lightly gripping his bicep, rubbing his arm with your thumb.

“And I reckon you’ll need some help cooking that. Don’t you think?”

Normally you wouldn’t need the help. Especially since you enjoyed to cook and was very picky about who was in your kitchen. But with Billy asking, how could you say no.

“You don’t have somewhere better to be” she teased

“Where else better to be than with you. Besides just so happens I’m free all day, sugar.”

“Well then, I suppose I better keep ya busy. But I ain’t no nice cook. You’re going have to listen to me” you instructed

“Yes ma’am” he agreed

The two spent the whole day preparing the meal for later that evening. Billy practically danced around you all day. Using any excuse to get close to you. Whether it was reaching across you to grab a cutting knife or touching your lower back when he had a question about something, he was as bold as a man could be without crossing the line too much. Not that you didn’t want him to. His actions were more than welcomed and excited you each time he said “pardon me darling” or “I got another silly question for you dear”.

With Billy’s help, preparations took half the time it usually would. You poured a glass of whiskey for you both, as they finished the last of the preparations.

“Well I think this is well deserved. Thanks again for all the help.”

“Anytime. Thanks for the drink.” He smiled

“It’s the least I could do Billy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair before your family shows up.” He announced, taking a sip of his drink

“Oh don’t feel rushed.” You reassured

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome darling. Don’t worry about it.”

He finished his drink and you insist on pouring him one more, just to keep him longer. He thanked you once again for the drink, tipped his hat to you, then was on his way. He gave you one last smile over his shoulder and was off back to the ranch.

Once your sister arrived, you found it hard to concentrate on the joy of seeing your family. They were only in town for the weekend, on their way to visit your brother-in-law’s family two towns over. As excited as you were to see your sister, nephew and brother-in-law, your mind was elsewhere. And your sister noticed.

“Hey, you seem distant. Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Just lost in thought.”

“Lost in thought about what pray tell?” Your sister asks

“A man” you whispered

“You’re finally seeing someone?” Your sister, asked suspicious yet hopeful.

“Not really. I’d like to. I sure do fancy him.” You admitted

“Does he fancy you?”

“Seems to.” You guessed “I tried to make him stay and dine with us but he was too polite”

“He was here?” Your sister perked up

“He helped prepare the meal.”

“Did he now? A gentleman and a cook”

You rolled her eyes. “You know I didn’t let him get anywhere near the oven. He washed and chopped some vegetables. And helped season the beef cuts.

“What a fine young man nonetheless” Your sister smiled

The rest of the evening went by. You’re sister, her husband and their son stayed until about 8 o’clock. After they left, you went upstairs and prepared yourself for bed. You changed into a white nightgown, and your long hair falls out of your neat, tight bun. As you brushed it out at your vanity, your attention wondered back to your favorite cowboy. You couldn’t help but wonder what he could be getting up to at the moment. You desperately wished that somehow he would want to find his way back to your doorstep and come stay the night with you. You didn’t care if that was too unbecoming of a proper lady. You wanted him.

The next morning when you woke up, you headed off to see how your sister and their family were settling in for the weekend. They had rented a room at a boarding house at the end of town, you got ready and made it out the door. Once she arrived, her sister was already sat down at breakfast with her son and husband. They spotted her and invited her to join them. Another patron entered the bar and you turned to briefly look who it was. As he entered, Billy looked around for a seat and spotted you. He smiled, tipped his hat, and strode over to the bar where he took a seat.

“Is that him?” She asked and you nodded

“My word ain’t he handsome.” You’re sister exclaimed

“He looks familiar…” your sister’s husband noted as he peered at him

“That’s just because a pretty face like his stands out.” You’re sister smiled at you

The rest of the day you, along with your sister’s family, shopped for some new shirts for your nephew, some new dresses for herself, and you’re sister insisted on buying one for you to impress Billy.

“Come on! What about this blue one?” She exclaimed

She held up the dress and you examined it. It was long, ruffled, and had a square neckline that was laced in white trim. It was pretty, but something else caught your eye. A purple dress, with a sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were short, puffed out and the waist was made to look like a corset, tying snugly in the front.

“If you’re gonna get me a dress to impress Billy, then this is the one I want” You declared, striding over to the dress and showing it off to your sister.

Your sister bought you the dress and you accompanied her family back to the room they were staying in. You tried on the dress, which fit you perfectly. Your sister was practically gawking at you, in awe at how beautiful you looked in it.

“You’re so beautiful” you’re sister exclaimed

“As are you.” You rolled your eyes

“Not as beautiful as you look right now!” Your sister protested. “He’s going to love it” she whispered.

Your sister and her family left the next morning to see her husband’s parents. You bid her a goodbye and watched as she rode out of town. You decided to head into the boarding house for a quick breakfast. You enjoyed a plate of eggs and ham alone, paid, and headed back home.

“Family left this morning I see!” Billy’s voice called out to you as you stepped out of the boarding house. You whipped your head around to look at him and smiled. He was hauling two jugs of water over his back with the intention of hooking them up to his horse to bring back to the ranch. You walked towards him and he set the jugs down next to his horse. He grabbed a torn up towel from his hip and wiped the sweat from his brow. From this distance, you could see that he had already spent a hard morning working. His face was dirty, his handsome features almost hidden.

“They did. Thanks for all your help again the other day.”

“Of course. Anything for you darling.” He smiled

“You know I was thinking I really wish you had joined us the other night for dinner. They would have loved your company I’m sure.” You smiled back

“It’s fine. Don’t want to intrude.”

“Well I want to make it up to you regardless. Are you free tonight?” You asked tentatively

“I can be. Why?” He asks, taking curious steps toward you

“Well I was thinking maybe tonight you could stop by and actually have dinner. Now that everyone is gone. I thought it could be just us?” You suggested

“That’s sounds lovely darling. I get done at the ranch at sundown. I’ll swing by after. How does that sound?” He asked with a light grip under your chin. He rubbed it in between his thumb and forefinger, smiling at you lovingly.

You nodded, but Billy held his grip on you. He spoke up again. “That ok?”

“Yes. I’ll see you after sundown.” You spoke up

You silently begged for him to kiss you. You wanted to taste his lips, his salty sweat, and his tongue dancing with your own. You decided to be somewhat bold and also get a taste of what you wanted. You kissed his cheek, savoring his soft, slightly dusty flesh against your lips.

“Don’t be too late now.” You whispered into his ear. You pulled back before he had a chance to take any action. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to leave him wanting more.

You rushed home enthusiastically. You spent the rest of the day cleaning your house and making cornbread for dinner. You had some extra cuts of steak from dinner the other night and decided it would pair nicely with some potatoes, and would make a steak and potato stew, which you knew how to season just right. You were nervous, wanting everything to be perfect for him. Thankfully, you prepared for his arrival with just enough time. After putting the cornbread in the oven, and keeping the stew on a low simmer, you went to take a bath. You bathed and shaved your body. Not that you were expecting anything to happen between you and Billy tonight, but you weren’t sure what type of man he really was. How badly did Billy desire you too? You supposed you’d find out tonight.

After your bath, you adorned the purple dress you had bought with your sister. You admired yourself in the mirror and picked out a purple silk bow to match. You tied your hair half up with it and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You were absolutely adorable and you knew it. Finally you heard a long awaited knock on your door and scurried over to answer it.

Billy stood in your doorway, nervously straightening up his vest and looking down at the bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

“Mr. Bonney. Glad you didn’t keep a lady waiting too long. Please come in” You invited him, giving him a girlish smile

“Of course not. These are for you.” He replied handing you the flowers. You gladly took them and he watched your expression as you did, noting how cute you looked as your lips curled up into a wider smile.

“Always such a gentleman. Can I get you a drink?” You asked

“A whiskey would be great.”

You poured him a glass of the brown liquor and he took it as he sat down on your couch.

“You seem like you had a long day.” You remarked

“I did. But glad that you invited me over. Makes it worthwhile.”

“Then I should invite you over more often”

“You should.” He agreed, taking a sip of his drink.

You poured yourself your own glass and joined Billy on the couch. You scooted close to him, your knees barely grazing.

“So…” he started pushing your hair behind your ears. “Tell me about your day.”

“It wasn’t anything special. Just spent the whole day getting things ready for this handsome cowboy.” You whispered knowingly

“Oh really? Sounds like you were working hard too hmm?” He remarks

“Not too hard. As long as he likes my cornbread then it will all be worth it.” You smirked

“I’m sure he will.”

You sipped on your whiskey without taking your eyes away from the piercing blue ones in front of you. You batted your eyes at him and moved closer. Just as you felt as if you’re about to lose yourself in his eyes, the smell of cornbread fills the room, indicating that it was done. You excused yourself and took them out of the oven. You also take the opportunity, while you are up, to completely turn off the oven and blew out the flame under the stew so it doesn’t boil over. You walk back to him, sitting even closer.

“Hungry?” You ask

“I-I hate to be rude but…” Billy started leaning in closer. “I just…Can I please kiss you darling?”

You nodded and closed your eyes in anticipation, but Billy needed verbal permission from you. To hear it, to make sure that it’s what you wanted from him. He didn’t move in, but simply danced his thumb over your lower lip, waiting for you to speak.

“Yes Billy, please kiss me.” You gasped

He swooped in, capturing your mouth. He held your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up more. He kissed you deeply, not wanting to break away. He finally had you. Finally got to feel you in some way and he wanted more. Damned be any dinner, despite his hunger he felt, he was hungry for something else. He moved his lips with your own, hoping that his movements didn’t come off as too needy. Just before he pulled back entirely, he placed a few sweet, quick pecks to your lips then, he smiled at you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.” He remarked

“As have I” you breathed

Billy dove back in. His soft lips danced with yours again. He cupped your face fully, eliciting a moan against his mouth that made him smirk in satisfaction. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, touching you as if you were made of glass. He was in awe of the moment he found himself in. Having you all to himself like this was exhilarating. You moved to straddle him, your dress pushing up against your thighs as you did. Billy splayed his hands over your newly exposed skin, inhaling sharply as he touched you. You were soft, legs freshly shaved during your bath, which Billy noticed. He snaked his fingers through your hair and admired you on his lap like this. It made his length twitch against your core.

“Billy, ain’t you hungry?” You asked softly

“I’m starving sweetheart, but I’m only hungry for one thing at the moment.”

Billy recaptured your lips, pressing his firmly against your own. He continued to cup your face, holding you like he never wanted to let you go. You sighed into him and rolled your hips against his crotch. He moaned at your actions and sprung into action. Billy moved to stand, gripping your ass, hoisting you up. You gasped as he moved, clinging to him. He loved the way you held him and loved that he was strong enough to hold you like he was. It made his chest swell with pride.

“Where is-“ Billy started

“To the left” you huffed

Billy carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door behind him and tossing you onto the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders, all the while never breaking eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of him. He smirked as you stared up at him, gawking in awe. You slowly sat up until you were on your knees. You placed your hands around the sides of his neck as he snaked his own behind your back. He was quick to untie the thin string that held your dress up. It fell past your shoulders and you gasped at the cool sensation of the room. He brushed the rest of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts to him. He dove in, groping them and massaging them, while he pressed deliberate kisses to your chest. The soft mounds of skin fit perfectly in his hands. Both hands giving you the amount of attention and pleasure you deserved.

You arched your back at the sensation, shoving your chest further into his face, which Billy very much enjoyed. He continued kissing your chest fervently. Feeling bold and drowning in lust, Billy started to leave marks all over your chest. He sucked and bit down on your flesh, causing you to mewl.

“Billy” you whispered

Billy gave your chest a few quick kisses before pushing you back onto the bed. He undid the buttons of his shirt before tossing it off. He climbed back on top of you. He stroked the side of your face gently, admiring the pretty girl below him. He glanced down to your chest, equally admiring your bruises. He slipped the rest of your dress off, stripping you of everything. Bare before him, you felt timid and vulnerable. You had been with men before. A few men in town had fancied you, but also fancied other girls at the same time. As you laid under the handsome cowboy, you were utterly breathless and anticipatory. Billy splayed his hands over your stomach, grabbing the fat of your hips.

“So gorgeous like this. More beautiful than I imagined.”

“You imagined me like this?”

“From time to time. I just couldn’t help myself darling.”

You gasped with a small smirk at the confession. The feeling of being wanted in that way made your core throb. Billy had imagined you like this several times in fact. He would imagine you bare for him as you are now, begging for him to touch you, taste your sweetness, and the feeling of you around his cock. Billy found himself more and more thinking about you in such an intimate way. He couldn’t help but get off to the idea of you. And now he had you all to himself, caged in under him. He palmed his now hard, aching cock through his pants.

“What else did you imagine…with me?” you whispered

He cocked his head, his jaw going slack as he looked at you with amusement. He leaned back down and kissed your cheek.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

You bit your lip in anticipation. Billy began to kiss down your body, each kiss feather light and delicate. You were sensitive to his touch, flinching slightly as each kiss landed on you. When he reached your hip bone he sucked down to leave another scandalous mark. You shuttered at his actions, and slithered your fingers through his hair. He finally made his way down, down, down, until he reached your thighs. He spread your legs apart, roughly and greedily groping the meaty flesh. He began to suck. The idea of marking you up so much drove him crazy. He liked leaving you with the small reminders of the pleasure he gave you.

“Billy!” You gasped “why you leaving so many marks on me?” You raked your fingers through his chocolate brown waves and gave him a curious look.

“You wanted to know what I was thinking about when I was getting off to you right?”

She nodded her head.

“I thought of you branded like this. I just want you to remember every spot I touched you at. So you know this ain’t no dream.”

Lazily, you nodded your head. His lips trailed closer and closer to your core. He glances up at you for approval and you nod. Billy moves his mouth to capture your wetness. He lapped you up, his lips practically making out with your sweetness. Your hips moved in his face slightly. You couldn’t help it, the pleasure he brought you was overwhelming. Billy didn’t seem to mind too much however and you became aware of how much he was enjoying you.

“Christ Billy, I’ve never been with a man who loved to taste a woman this much.”

Billy pulls away with a gasp, looking up at you with the most dazed out look in his eyes. As he smirked, you noticed how wet his mouth is covered in your juices.

“That’s cause they ain’t real men, sugar.” He gave the inside of your thigh a few sloppy kisses, resting his head against it. He groped the soft skin greedily. He trailed his fingers over your clit, rubbing gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You cooed at him, squirming slightly. He grinned against you.

“You gonna let me keep tasting you then?”

You nodded your head and he kissed your clit. His passion overtook him as he sucked and swirled his tongue on your core. You watched him, transfixed on the way his mouth moved against you. You let out a few shaky breaths, gripping his hair harder. Your head fell against your pillow and you let your body unwind. As he ate you out, all you could do was moan and grind against his face. Billy did truly love tasing a woman like this. Especially a woman such as yourself. The sweetness, how wet they got. How their thighs would quiver around his cheeks. He loved it. Which is exactly what he loved when he was pleasing you. Especially the way in which you fell apart under his tongue. Billy was satisfied watching you like this. But he craved more. As did you. He pressed a few more fervent kisses to your slit then pulled away. He crawled up on his knees.

Billy worked feverishly to undo his belt, his hand trembling slightly. He quickly wriggled out of his pants, taking his boxers with him. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy lined himself up with your slit. You moaned as he coated himself in your wetness, diving into your weeping entrance. Billy pressed in slowly, then bottoming out. He took a moment to feel you around him before he began to move his hips.

Lust over took his sensibilities and all he wanted to do was keep you here, caged under him, inside you all night. Billy quickened his pace at the thought. His actions elicited beautiful moans that rolled off your lips. Billy reveled in the fact that he could play you like a guitar as you continued to let him know how good he felt. A devilish grin curled up in the corner of his lips and he scoffed in amusement.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.” he whispered gently

He looked down at you with curiosity and amazement. He wondered just what else he could do to you. What else he could coax out of you. He trailed his hand down your stomach until his thumb was pressed firmly on your needy clit. He rubbed tight circles, enjoying you as you writhed, once again, under his touch. He did his best to keep your back on the bed, pressing a hand to your pelvis. The movement of his thumb was almost overwhelming. You were completely under his control, despite the seemingly involuntary movements of your hips bucking up against his hand.

“S-s-so good Billy. Please just like that.” You groaned as he sat up on his knees, readjusting his angle.

He gripped your ankles and tossed them on his shoulder. He kissed down your ankle and along your calf. You decided to take some control and moved your hips with his rhythm as he pumped into you. He ducked his head down, squeezed his eyes and let out a groan. His jaw went slack and he glared down at you. He slowed down his movement and tossed your legs back down on the bed. You gasped in confusion. Billy let a knowing grin sit on his face as he maneuvered your hips and waist, flipping you on your stomach. He kissed your shoulder and down your back, each kiss sending an electric current up your spine and shoulder blade. Then, with one hand on your upper back, he lowered you down.

Billy adjusted you so you were on perfect display for him. He admired your perfect, round little ass perked up for him. He slipped back into you, pulling your hips toward his. He gripped onto your waist with one hand and gave your ass a firm slap with the other. You yelped and Billy gave you another one. He wasted no time moving inside you at a quick, tempered pace. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he simply enjoyed the view and fucked you with a satisfied grin on his face. You squirmed and whined under him. You could feel yourself becoming undone. His free hand wandered down your spine, tracing your body to memory. His touch was toxic, his fingers felt like fire. He continued to rock into you. He loved the way you bounced against him, and he filled you up so good too.

Your collective moans filled the room, and soon enough Billy was pulling out and readjusting you one last time. He made you stand up for a moment while he crawled under you. He rested his head against the headboard and patted his thighs. You nodded your head, swinging your legs around his waist. You slowly sank onto his cock, your ass landing down with a small plop. You bit your lip and watched Billy’s face melt into pure ecstasy as you rode him. He loved having your breasts bounce in his face like this. He groped them and sucked them as you continued taking him. You tried to steady yourself on him, cupping his face as you rocked your hips. You lean in and kiss him, his lips felt hot and dangerous now. His hands travel up your back, holding you close to him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He panted “How long I’ve wanted you.”

All you could do is nod. He smiled, and returned your lips back to his own. He held your hips and began to move them a bit faster. He was close and so were you. Your stomach began to tighten, your legs felt weak and before you knew it you were shaking around him. Billy pulls his face away to watch you. He gawked at your fucked out form on top of him. It nearly sent him over the edge. A few more hard bounces and he was spent. Billy spilled himself inside you, panting as you tamed your breathing.

“Fuck.” He groaned sharply.

You both settled down from your high, breathing in sync as you rested your sweaty forehead against his. He kissed your jaw and cheek, regaining his composure. You chanted his name like a prayer, whispering it into his ear.

“Mmm yes baby?”

“Th-that was so good. You’re so good.”

He nodded in agreement and kissed you once again before he spoke.

“Say darling, would it be too forward of me to ask to spend the night?” He asked

“I would want nothing more than to share my bed with you Mr. Bonney” you smirked

“You sure doll? I know how townsfolk like to gossip and peg beautiful women such as yourself with such nasty names. I just want to be sure-“ he started but you cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss

“Does that answer your question?”

He nodded lazily, a goofy, boyish smile planted on his face. With that he stayed. You crawled off his lap and the pair settled under the sheets. He held you in his arms, playing with your hair until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead occasionally as you slept, continuing to stroke your hair, until sleep found him as well and he rested his head against yours, holding you close all night long.

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The Girl That Disappeared | Suspect #2 JJK

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ w/c: 6.1k ✧ a/n: a lot is going on here but please let me know what you think, mwuah 💓 ✧ taglist: @kookieandjoonberries @whoa-jo @taevestr @smoljimjim @kookxin

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“Y/n-ah! I’m leaving, please turn on the security,” your mother’s voice echoed from the entrance as you heard the front door close. She was working on-call today, and while it seemed like you finally had an opportunity to spend some quality time together, the hospital rang her in for an emergency operation at the last minute.

“Okay, love you,” you yelled from your room, picking up the laundry off the floor before heading downstairs. No one was home. Mr. Kim had a night shift and wouldn’t be back until later and only God knew where Taehyung was.

Scrolling through your phone, you smiled at the photos Jimin sent you from his parent’s ranch house. It’s been a week since he left, and you couldn’t help but miss him. The two of you haven’t gone this long without seeing each other, so it felt weird not being able to call him over.

“Y/n, it’s so nice here, you would’ve loved it,” he smiled through the phone, resting his head on the soft pillow.

“I bet,” you whined.

“Next time, you’re coming with me, okay? There’s this waterfall I’ve been dying to show you,”

“Okay … I missed you Jimin-ah,” your voice broke, glossy eyes looking down at the teddy bear he got for your birthday.

“Y/n-ie, you know I missed you more,” Jimin moved in closer, placing a kiss on his front camera as you glanced up.

“Now, get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, mmhm,”

“Goodnight,” you whispered with a little wave.

“Sleep tight, angel,”

He never called after that. All your attempts went straight to voicemail. It was strange, Jimin always valued communication, and never was the type to let you wonder about his whereabouts. Kept you posted even with a little “k”, just to signify that he got the message. But, now, it felt like he was gone. Vanished into thin air, like nothing happened. And, it killed you knowing that you couldn’t do anything about it.

The clock read 7 am on the dot, which meant that you still had about two hours till the first bell. It was the first day of your period and your cramps were horrendous, to say the least. They’re usually a pain in the ass but never this bad. Looking through the medicine cabinet you rummaged past the bandaids and the gummy vitamins before remembering that Taehyung took the last Ibuprofen for his headache last night. It was ironic how little painkillers you had in the house, knowing that your mom was a doctor. But, it’s because she always preached the importance of letting your body heal naturally. Science could only get you so far, I guess?

Zipping up your windbreaker, you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading outside to the local grocery store until the sound of a slammed door left you frozen in your tracks. It came from upstairs. Looking up at the dark corridor you turned on the lights, following the breeze seeping through the cracks of your room.

“Taehyung?” you called, hands hovering over the doorknob. No one answered. Why would they? You were the only one in the house, right?

“Taehyung, if this is one your stupid jok-” you whispered again before facing the empty room.

No sight of Taehyung, but your window was open, which explained the door. The only problem was that you didn’t remember opening it in the first place. Nonetheless, you would gladly accept this version of the incident over the possibility of some paranormal activity. One problem at a time, please.

So, you shut your blinds and went back downstairs to turn off the security system before grabbing your bike from the garage. You didn't have a licence, and only got your learners about a month ago, so if no one was home you had to resort to another form of transportation.

You didn’t mind biking though. Found it rather therapeutic. Loved the alone time it allowed for without the bombardment of life and its constant obstacles. Just you and your thoughts. And, although there was a bit of a fog, it was clear enough to see where you were going. So, you buckled your helmet and went off on your journey to secure some Ibuprofen.

Exiting the gated community, you biked through the local primary school, passing by a parking lot of sleep-deprived parents rushing to work after dropping off their little ones. It was getting a bit chilly as the wind picked up, so you stopped to put on some mittens and a hat before glancing back at the rustling sound behind the corner.

“Hello?”

Again, no one answered. But, that didn’t stop the chills running down your spine, remembering the incident earlier at home. Looking down at your watch, you gasped at the 20 minutes that had already passed, yet, you were nowhere near the grocery store. So, it was time to focus.

Biking down the empty road, your eyes were scattered across the painted scenery. The old brick houses and the tall trees. The rusted mailboxes and the garden gnomes. It all felt so nostalgic. So close to your heart, as if tethered by the strings of your past. But, the feeling was short-lived. Consumed by the eerie melancholy inching up your skin as you felt someone's presence behind you.

This time, you weren’t wrong. Covered from head to toe, it looked like a man. Keeping a civil distance, he followed your turns. Left. Right. Straight. Right. Left. Straight. Coincidence or not, this wasn’t a common path that people took. Not many knew of the shortcut. So, you began to speed up, feeling the adrenaline kick in once he did the same. Now, it was a chase.

Pushing through the burning pain in your calves you picked up the pace, feet firm on the pedals. He didn't pity your fatigue, only fueled it more by inching closer before the two of you were riding side-by-side. Keeping an eye on his uncanny demeanour, you flinched at the sound of a car horn blast through your trembling state as a white Honda glared past you, pointing at the stop sign.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered under your breath.

“You're fast,” the man scoffed, tilting his head with a sly grin. That's all you could see.

“Who are you?” you yelled, voice trembling in panic.

“I’ll give you a head start, mmhm?” he sneered, changing the gears on his bike.

Feeling the tightness in your throat, you were gasping for air, dilated pupils scanning the surroundings for help. Unfortunately, as if praying on your downfall, the street was empty. Not a soul in sight. So, you pressed on the pedals, leaving the man in the dust as you prayed that the next turn led to people.

Gas station. Bingo.

Hoping off your bike you bolted towards the door.

“Hey, hey, hey,” the cashier yelled out, furrowed gaze searching the panic on your face. You could feel the flush rise up your cheeks, but the absence of Mr. X occupied your mind.

“I’m so sorry,” you mouthed, clearly out of breath before dialling Jimin’s phone number. It was like second nature. You didn’t even realise it until your call went straight to voicemail.

“Oh, right,” a sigh escaped your lips, remembering that he was still MIA.

Looking through your contacts, there was only one more person you could call. But, the possibility of them actually agreeing to help you was as slim as your waist after all that exercise. Nonetheless, you took a deep breath and pressed the call button.

“Taehyung?”

“What do you want, y/n?” he scoffed.

“Right. So, potentially … if you could … would you mind picking me up from the gas station near River Banks?” you whispered, careful with every word as you anticipated his response.

“Potentially, screw you. What the fuck did you lose there?”

“It’s kind of a long story but I do need to be at school in about half an hour,”

“Can I even say no?”

“Last time I checked it was a free country but a dangerous one at that. So, if I'm kidnapped, my blood is on your hands,”

“You and that victim mentally of yours go way back, huh?”

“Please, Taehyung. I’ve never asked you for a favour before,”

“Fine, give me 10 minutes,” he sighed, ending the call before you could even thank the guy.

The car ride home was quiet. No radio. Windows rolled up. Silence.

“So, you’re really not gonna tell me?” Taehyung asked with an arched brow, glancing at your stiff form as the light turned red.

You’ve never been good at lying. Even if your mouth stayed shut, your face would’ve revealed it all. Essentially, there was no running away from the truth in your case.

“Well … no one was home and I needed medicine so I decided to bike to the grocery store,” you began explaining, avoiding his eyes.

“Mmhm,”

“And then …” you paused, hesitating the next part. What if Mr. Kim finds out? What if you were blowing this out of proportion?

“Y/n. You’re making me angry. Just say it,” he scolded, pressing on the pedal.

“Sorry. Um, so yeah … I was biking and then out of nowhere this man started following me. So, I tried losing him by taking different turns but … ended up getting lost,”

“You were followed?” there was a slight change in Taehyung’s voice. Less sarcastic, more intrigued.

“I guess?”

“Well, did you see what he looked like?”

“Not, really. He was covered from head to toe. Except …” you gasped, eyes shut as your brain scavenged through its short-term memory, recalling the moment at the stop sign.

“Yes?”

“The side of his mouth was … bruised like he got punched or something?” you leaned back into the seat, fidgeting with your rings while Taehyung merged onto the right lane. He was too focused on the road to hear what you said, but as you glanced at his face your eyes widened, spotting the same purple marks.

“What?” he growled, furrowed gaze glaring back at your parted lips.

“Nothing.” you chuckled awkwardly, reaching for the radio before his cold hand touched yours.

“Look me dead in the eyes and tell me.” he sneered, interlocking his fingers with yours. You’ve known each other for almost a year, yet, your shoulders have never even grazed past each other. So, this was strange, to say the least.

“Tell you what?” you said hushly, gulping down the nerves as he levelled his face to meet your scattering eyes.

“That you’re scared,”

“I’m not,” you scoffed, feeling the flush in your cheeks.

“Good. Because why the fuck would it be me, you dumbass.” his voice got louder with each word, throwing your hand back before rolling down the windows. Finally. Some fresh air.

Why would it be him, y/n? You weren’t his favourite but, this was too much. Taehyung was a straightforward person, if he hated you he would say it to your face. So, these mind games were really not his thing. But, then again, what’s up with the bruised lip?

Fixing your uniform you walked into the brightly lit classroom. First period. Physics. No one was in their seats, let alone bothered by the fact that the teacher was almost 10 minutes late. Placing your books on the desk you looked over at the empty seat beside you. Jimin was still gone. No one has heard from him in weeks.

Bing Bing

Rampaging through your backpack you searched for your phone. You didn’t have time to properly pack because Taehyung was counting down the minutes before he threatened to drive off, so you just threw everything in hoping to fix it during your free period. Scrolling through the notifications your eyes focused on the text message from an unknown number.

“I missed you.” you mouthed under your breath.

“Sorry everyone, the meeting took a bit longer,” Mr. Choi chuckled softly, speed-walking into the room before ushering everyone to their seats.

“I missed you?” you whispered again, eyebrows knitted with confusion. Was it Jimin? Did he change his number?

“Nonetheless, I am pleased to introduce our new transfer student …”

You couldn’t recognize the area code, so you tried looking it up on the internet but found nothing useful. Was this some kind of a scam? An innocent prank, maybe?

“Jeon Jungkook” Mr. Choi’s voice suddenly echoed in your ears making you glance up at the dark-haired boy standing in front of the class. Interestingly, he was already looking at you. Hooded gaze focused on the way your demeanour changed completely.

“Jungkook, feel free to take any empty seat,”

Bowing to the man, he did exactly that. Slowly passing by the first three rows before stopping by the seat next to you. Nodding his head, he seemed pleased with the pick.

“Oh, no sorry, Jungkook-ah, that seat belongs to another student,” Mr. Choi called out with a smile that quickly faded as he watched him sit regardless.

“There’s plenty of options. I’m sure they’ll find another one,” Jungkook muttered with a sly grin, taking out his books before turning his attention to your widened eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he rasped against your hair, gently tucking it behind your ear to fix the back of your collar. His dark orbs flickered down to your parted lips, sending shivers down your spine.

The first kiss you shared with Jungkook was between your eyes. The way his furrowed gaze softened upon seeing you walk down the wooden stairs of your childhood home, in the lavender dress he bought for your birthday. The way he nervously nibbled on his lip ring before caressing the back of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours. Everything about him was gentle when it came to you. The way his warm embrace moulded into yours, as you grew to share the same breath, the same heartbeat. One singularity in the form of two lovers.

He filled the void your father left as you failed to please his expectations. The ones only a son could bear. The nights you spent crying in your room, wishing that your mother didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of raising a daughter, Jungkook was there. Like a knight in shining armour, he always saved you. Hoped to give you the future you deserve if you promised to share it with him. The two of you were inseparable. Attached by the hip.

Until, one day, you weren’t.

It’s been a week since Jungkook transferred schools. His seat still next to you. Inches away from the past that tethered your souls. You didn’t talk much. Mentally exhausted from the consequences. But, his eyes. They never lied. Sneaking glimpses across the room, watching your every move. He wanted you to give in, to tell him why you left. Help him understand how someone so close could betray his trust, his loyalty, his love. Jungkook didn’t hate you, wouldn’t let anyone get too close, but he was hurt. You could see it in his eyes. The same eyes that onces sparkled under the shimmering lights of the night sky when you shared your first kiss.

Dipping your feet into the pool you wanted to test the water before running through the new drill your coach crafted for the upcoming swim meet. To put it lightly, it was freezing. Goosebumps all over your skin, nipples cut through glass type of freezing. You would think a school with such a budget could afford a heated pool but beggars can’t be choosers. So, you tucked your hair under the swim camp and started on some stretches.

“One … two … three …” you breathed out, counting the reps before glancing up at the flickering lights. School ended about an hour ago, so the place was pretty empty except for the janitors and a few teachers who stayed back to work on some grading. There was no practice today, but you had a spare key to the pool, so it was just you and the water.

“Hello?” you called out, covering yourself with the towel. No response.

“Sorry, this is a closed practice,” you shouted out again, hearing footsteps coming from the changing rooms.

“Hel-”

The lights went out. Goosebumps covered your skin, heart beat through the roof. Now what?

“This isn't funny. Turn the lights back on!”

No one answered, but the footsteps inched closer. You could sense that they were near but it was too dark to make out a figure. Then, he chuckled. Subtle but devious chuckle. Like it was all premeditated.

“Where is it?” a voice echoed, bouncing off the four walls. It was familiar.

“Jungkook? Is that you?” you gasped, looking over your shoulder, hands trembling in fear.

“Where is it, y/n?” his tone was firm.

“Where's what?”

“Don't act dumb, love,” he sneered, hands hovering over your waist making you flinch at the sudden feeling. The smell of his vanilla musk lingered in the air as you matched each other’s breathing, skin to skin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, chest heaving up from the tension.

“Where’s my baby?” he rasped against your ear pushing your frail body into the water as his hold around your waist tightened. Eyes squeezed shut, you began to kick him off of you. But he was stronger, assertive, more needy. Gasping for air you felt the water seep into your lungs, nails digging into his skin as a warning to bring you back to the surface.

However, once you were up, he would have more questions. Questions you didn’t have the heart to answer. But, Jungkook deserved to know the truth, even if it hurt. Because, deep down, your father’s abuse wasn’t the only reason you left.

You didn’t remember much of that night thanks to the five whiskey shots that pulsed through your veins. Intoxicated your system till you became numb. Unaware of the dangers around you and vulnerable to those with bad intentions. Until it was too late.

“Stop … please …” you whimpered, flinching at the feeling of his tongue on your breast. Parted lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, wrists red from his tight hold as your arms stayed pinned over your head. But your cries for help were as worthless as the consent he never got.

Until the door slammed open and Jungkook’s irate gaze saw your lifeless body buried under the weight of another man. No amount of restraint could hold him back. He was flammed with rage.

“Y/n!” Jungkook growled, pushing the guy onto the floor as blood covered his fist. And, as the four walls caved in, your world fell apart.

But, you could barely open your eyes, let alone get up. Too ashamed to move anyways and the migraine only made it worse. Searching for your top your heart ached with pain once you saw Jungkook’s hollow orbs swelled with tears as he wiped the blood off his face. He looked defeated, almost as unconscious as the man on the floor. Stepping over the body with one hand on his side he whimpered, biting down the pain in his ribs before covering you with his jacket.

“We have to go.” he muttered, picking you up bridal style.

“Koo, we can’t just leave him,” you yelled out, worried gaze searching his pale face.

“It’s nothing fatal, he’ll be fine,” Jungkook scoffed, feeling the tightness in his throat as he glanced down at your saddened eyes.

Tension consumed the air. It was suffocating.

“Jungkook, please slow down.” you exclaimed, tightening your hold on the seatbelt. And, although his glare was focused on the road, he couldn’t hear you. Too occupied by the burning pit in his stomach. It didn’t take long until the dashboard flashed warning signals as his speed reached 200 km/h. You were virtually flying. Yet, there was no end to his high.

Reaching for his cold hand you tried to snap him out of it before the car suddenly stopped.

“Oh, shit!” Jungkook yelled out, protecting you from the impact, as your body swung forward.

Eyes squeezed shut, your hands trembled in fear. He hit someone. You hit someone. Fidgeting with your seatbelt you desperately tried to get out and help the crouched man on the ground. He wasn’t bleeding but his skin looked burnt.

“Y/n!” Jungkook jerked you back, tightening his hold on your arm as he pressed on the pedal.

“What are you doing? We have to go back!” you yelled with a furrowed gaze.

“Jungkook!” you threw a few hits at his chest, reaching for the steering wheel as the car swerved along the bumpy road.

“Enough!”

You couldn’t recognize him. He never raised his voice at you. Barely ever argued. But, now, Jungkook felt so distant. So cold.

“Fine.” you whispered, digging your nails into your palms. It felt like a nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. Stuck in a maze of despair, robbed of peace and the possibility that it was all in your head. That none of it was real.

But it was. And, it would only get worse.

Unlocking his front door, Jungkook stepped aside, letting you go first, hesitant with his touch. Furrowed gaze fixated on the ground, his head hung low, heavy with thoughts. Tucking onto the ankle straps of your heels you hissed out of frustration, vision blurring in and out of focus.

“I can do it myself.” you scoffed, as he bent down to help. You didn’t mean to sound rude but there’s only so much one can endure before the sun sets. It was exhausting.

“I know you can but let me,” he muttered softly.

And, for a moment there was silence. No words were exchanged. No one knew what to say. Feared that something else would go wrong. But your eyes, they were screaming.

“Koo?” you whispered, caressing his cheek as he inched closer, burying his face into the warmth of your palm.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook blurted, gripping your dress.

You weren’t his first love but you were his first love. And, he promised to always keep you safe, fight for the beating of your heart until the air was stripped away from his lungs. But, he failed.

“I’m sorry for letting you get hurt” his voice was quiet, shaky. Glossy eyes looking up at your trembling lips.

“Baby, you saved me.” you exclaimed softly, pulling him into your embrace, feeling the tension in his body slowly dissipate.

“Nothing happened, right?” he whispered into your skin.

“Nothing,” you said hushly.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

To be honest, you didn’t remember what happened. Only the scars remained witness, your body painted like a canvas with purple hues of abuse. But, nothing happened, right?

“How do you know about the baby?” you questioned with an arched brow, trying your best to stay afloat as Jungkook inched closer.

“Oh, y/n, you always underestimated the power of a small town. News here spreads faster than wildfire.” he grinned, resting his hands on your waist before your back hit the concrete.

That night, when you layed on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, the puzzle pieces began to come together. Something did happen. Something that didn’t belong to Jungkook. You were raped and on very thin ice with your father who was ready to kick you out of the house if you didn’t oblige his threats. The ones that entailed getting rid of the baby, and clearing up the family name. But, you couldn’t bear to lose someone so close, so innocent.

So, you didn’t. You hid the pregnancy from everyone. Of course, your mom knew but you didn’t want to risk getting her into trouble with your father, whose behaviour worsened with each fight. Completely unhinged, he couldn’t be stopped.

But, when he slammed you against the kitchen cabinet while you stood in front of your mother’s trembling body you finally felt it. The striking pain in your abdomen that travelled up your pelvis and into your back. The pooling of blood that rolled down your leg, marking your clothes with the loss of your baby. And every day since then, you wondered. Wondered what life would feel like without the constant longing to be whole again.

“And, hey, thanks for this,” Jungkook teased with a sly wink, parading the dove necklace Mr. Kim gifted you for your graduation.

“Give it back Jungkook, this isn’t funny.” you snapped, reaching for his hand before his hold on your waist tightened, pulling you in.

“You stole something from me, now it’s my turn,” he rasped against your ear, nibbling on the soft skin. Inches apart, his heavy gaze flickered down to your lips.

“Hmm, I haven’t swam in a while but I think I can make the team, right captain?” Jungkook glanced up, searching your furrowed expression.

Unfortunately, he did make the team. If you couldn’t tell already, he was a crowd favourite. Always managed to get what he wanted, even with minimal effort. Simply put, life just seemed to work out for Jungkook.

So, when the team went on to win the Nationals your coach decided to splurge and take everyone out for the weekend. Nothing special. Just a trip to the next town over. He rented a bus, but if you had a ride you could just meet everyone there. Sadly, both your mom and Mr. Kim were busy with work and Taehyung closed the door on you when you asked, so that seemed like a hard pass.

“Damn, Mr. Lim couldn't wait till sunrise?” your friend teased as the two of you waited by the school entrance. It was just shy of 7 am, but the sky was grey and foggy.

“That's what I'm saying. I couldn't even sleep yesterday,” you scoffed, feeling the puffiness around your eyes. Something about the little getaway fueled your nervous system to stay alert the whole night. Was it excitement? Fear?Anxiousness? Only time will tell.

“It's fine, in about 5 minutes we should already be hitting the road. And, hey, I brought the book you asked for,” she exclaimed, digging through her bag.

“Nice! Fair warning though, I will be taking my beauty slumber as soon as we get on or else I might just die,” the two of you chuckled before collecting your stuff noticing the bus turn into the school parking lot.

Heading up the stairs you were welcomed by an older gentleman.

“Hel-” his words were cut off by the shouting outside.

“Y/n!”

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” you giggled awkwardly, turning back to see who was making all that noise.

“Y/n, get in. I'll drive.” Jungkook urged with no hesitation, patting the passenger seat.

“That's not necessary,” you scoffed, arms crossed over your chest.

“That wasn't a question.” a sly grin covered his face.

Parking his Mercedes in front of the bus, you looked back at the old man who was busy checking in the other students to notice Jungkook’s stubborn act. Well, shit.

“Fine.” you muttered, ushering him to open the trunk.

As promised, you fell asleep almost immediately, suppressing the daunting feeling inside your chest. Jungkook didn’t mind, and kept as quiet as possible, reclining your seat before covering you with his jacket. It was better that the two of you didn’t speak. This gave him the perfect opportunity to look at you without being threatened.

The drive was supposedly only 4 hours, but the rain lengthened the process.

“Hhmm?” you flinched from the sound of hail hitting the glass window.

“Sleep well?” Jungkook whispered, glancing at your drowsy eyes.

“Yeah,” you muttered, stretching your back.

“Are you hungry? We will have to stop at a motel, it’s too dangerous to drive.”

“Alright. Let me just text Yuri then,” you said, unzipping your bag.

“No need, I already let Mr. Lim know,” he winked, pulling into the parking lot.

Mother Nature was pissed and decided to take it out on all of us. So, it wasn’t long until the two of you were drenched from head to toe.

“Quickly, let’s go!” Jungkook exclaimed, grabbing your hand before locking the car.

The place wasn’t brand new, per se, but it served its purpose. As soon as you walked in, you were welcomed by what could only be described as a parade of taxidermy deer heads mounted onto the wall with a complimentary coffee station by the corner.

“I'll be right with you!” a female voice echoed from the back room.

Glancing at the water dripping down your face Jungkook chuckled, pulling you in to wipe the excess with his sleeve.

“You okay?” he hummed, levelling his head until your eyes met.

“Cold,” you muttered, nibbling on your lip before turning him back towards the front desk.

“Right, so sorry for the wait. What can I do for you, dear?” an older woman exclaimed with a soft smile.

“Oh, no worries at all! We’re just looking for a room for the night,” Jungkook explained, pulling out his wallet.

“Of course! Are you two a couple by any chance?” she giggled, dimples popping out on both cheeks as your mouth dropped.

“Oh, n-” you scoffed before his glare pierced through you.

“Shhh, let her finish, love,”

“Well, it’s just that Saturdays are usually our couple specials. You get a 30% discount!” she clapped, admiring what you assumed she thought to be the epitome of young love standing in front of her.

“Lucky us, then,” Jungkook clapped as well, inching your stiff body closer to make it more believable.

“Go us!” you smiled awkwardly, patting his chest before whispering something in his ear. Don’t get too excited.

Placing a gentle peck on your forehead he grabbed the bags, following the sweet lady towards your room.

“Alrighty, here it is! If you need anything I’m just a call away.”

“Thank you!” the two of you said in unison, unlocking the door.

One bed.

“So, how is it?” Jungkook asked, laying out his jacket on the cabinet to dry.

“You’re sleeping on the floor.” a teasing chuckle escaped your parted lips.

“The rain will stop soon. I doubt we’ll even need the bed,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“What? We wasted all that money for nothing?”

“Well, first of all, I paid. And, we got a discount, remember?”

“I'm sorry. I'll pay you back,” your gaze lowered from the sudden guilt, fingers fidgeting with your rings.

“Are you kidding? I would pay triple to spend more time with you,” his tone was genuine, pupils dilated at your timid state.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

“If only you knew how much I missed it,” he tilted his head back on the wall, nibbling on his lip ring.

“What?”

“Hearing you say my name,”

“I thought we hated each other,” you muttered, folding your hands over your chest.

“You did. I just loved the thrill of it,”

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss it too. In hindsight, your feelings were always suppressed but obvious to the naked eye. To his eyes. However, just because you miss something, doesn’t mean you have to go back. Sometimes, the door is better off closed. Hidden deep in your subconscious mind, buried under a pile of broken promises.

“I’m going to shower.” you blurted in a hurry, walking past him to avoid the thoughts running through your head.

The water was cold no matter which way the faucet turned, so you had to be quick unless catching hypothermia was on the list of things Mr. Lim wanted you to experience over this trip. If so, then you were ahead of the game.

Wrapping yourself with a towel you washed off your makeup, combing your hair with a detangling brush before getting startled by the swinging of the door, hitting your side.

“Hey! I wasn’t done.”

“Sorry, it’s cold,” Jungkook whined, welcoming himself in.

“Did you try putting on a shirt?” you scoffed, eyeing his naked chest before his furrowed gaze caught you red-handed.

“It’s wet, smartass. And, I didn’t want to put new clothes on before showering.”

“Well, go stand over there and face the wall,”

“Are you shy?” he teased, leaning on the counter.

“Well, I’m not comfortable.” you hissed, tightening the fabric around your body.

“I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, y/n,” Jungkook grinned, eyes squeezed shut as if reminiscing the good old days.

“You don’t have to remind me. I'll be taking that sin to the grave,”

But it was too late. Lips inches apart, your chest heaved up from the intensity of his heavy gaze, eyeing your form from top to bottom. Tilting your chin with his fingers, he leaned closer.

“We can’t,” you blurted, hands hovering over his chest.

“No?” he glanced at your scattering eyes, pressing your palm against his burning skin.

“What about Soojin?”

“What about her?”

“Seems like you guys were hitting it off pretty well,” you hissed, looking past his glare.

“Meh … not my type,” Jungkook scoffed, eyes flickering down your lips.

“Oh, really?”

“Why? Was y/n jealous?” he said with a sly grin, tracing his fingers up your thigh.

“Soojin, is not your type? Ha! Hard to believe when she was all over you a few days ago.” your tone was low, annoyed at the whole thing. You were jealous. Fine. Whatever. Moving right along.

“Hmm, is that so? Then what does that say about us? If I leave a trail of kisses down your neck, does that mean you're my type?” he whispered in your ear, pulling your body onto the counter before finding himself between your legs.

“I'm not your type,” you chuckled, ignoring the obvious tension.

“I could've been a dad by now and you're questioning if you're my type? Really?” Jungkook teased, resting his forehead on yours.

“Jungkook, the baby wasn’t yours.” you said firmly, palms holding his face to make sure he was paying attention.

“But, it was yours. And, what’s yours is mine. Isn’t that right?” he winked, fingers intertwined with yours. Then it happened. The long-awaited kiss. And, although you knew this wasn’t the best of your decisions, you didn’t mind revisiting this door, at least for the time being.

Until that night. The night in the forest. When a locked door was the only thing separating you and Jungkook.

“Call him. Let's see if he actually cares,” you could see the grin smear across the man’s masked face, as your blood-shot eyes swelled with tears.

Hands tied behind your back, you watched him press the call button, turning the phone towards you before resting his knife right under your chin.

“Jungkook!” you cried out with a shaky voice.

Ring Ring

“Oh, shit, where’s my phone,” Jungkook exclaimed, patting his pockets before reaching for the glove compartment.

“What the fuck?”

His eyes widened. It was you. Rather, snapshots of you. One’s that he had no recollection of taking. But, they looked strange. As if you also weren’t aware of them being captured.

Call from 647-568-0349. Call from y/n-ie❤️

An automated voice broadcasted through the speaker system set up in his garage.

“Y/n?” Jungkook yelled out, bolting towards the locked door.

“Jungkook … please …” you whimpered, feeling the tip of the knife poke into your skin as your chest heaved up.

“What the fuck? Why won’t it open?” Jungkook growled, fidgeting with the knob before banging on the wooden door. But, no one was home.

“Please … please … pick up.”

Running back into his car, he turned on the engine, scattering eyes looking back at the empty driveway until the garage door began closing on its own.

And within seconds, he was trapped. No way in or out. But, the engine was still on, running inside the confined space. Gaseous fumes slowly intoxicating the air he was forced to breathe.

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook coughed, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Please …” you kept trying, hoping to hear his sweet voice on the other line. Completely naive to the carbon monoxide that was now spreading through his lungs.

“Help!” he cried out, feeling the tightness in his throat.

“Jungk-” you gasped, widened eyes glaring back at the masked man.

“Tsk … what a shame.” he sneered, ending the call abruptly before piercing through the phone.

“Oh, angel, it’s okay. We can wait if you wish. Hopefully, his lungs don’t collapse,” he rasped against your hair, cold touch sending shivers down your back as you felt your heart sink.

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Ranch Story Community Q&A Volume 3: Igusa Matsuyama Returns!

Igusa Matsuyama, the legendary artist behind the Story of Seasons series since the original 1996 game has once again agreed to a Q&A featuring questions from fans from around the world! A big thank you to all the members of the community who helped make this possible.

Some aspects of the text have been altered to match localization people are familiar with. (Japanese names to English names, for example: Bokujou Monogatari (牧場物語) was formerly localized as Harvest Moon and is now localized as Story of Seasons, etc). Images were not part of the original text and have been added as a visual aid. Though we translated as many questions as we could, we did not include questions involving personal information or regarding unannounced releases. Please understand.

If you would like to read our original correspondence (in Japanese), that will be provided in a separate post.

Additional cosplay photo provided by Foxface from our community Discord.

Translations: @artycharmy (correspondence, outline) Editing and Clean-up: Jerome, @artycharmy, and @regularcelery

——— Anonymous asks: What is the relationship between Jamie and the Harvest Goddess?

Igusa Matsuyama: Jamie was treated as a fairy or spirit. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if there's any points that link them and the Goddess.

Editor's note: the term Matsuyama uses is "妖精."

Tomato asks: I would like to ask about what their inspiration was for the outfits designs in the original release of harvest moon another wonderful life. Since I got reminded of the girl clothing brand Mezzo Piano when looking at the I love Kuma/I love bears outfit.

Igusa Matsuyama: I remember the only thing I thought of was using Spring-like colours! (All designs were made with seasonal colours In mind) When I knew that Daachan, who was planned to be used in a lot of events, wouldn't actually play a big role in the game, I put him on the T-Shirt so he could at least get some attention as a mascot-like existence.

Pansy asks: If you were able to create your own game for the Story of Seasons franchise, with no rules or limitations whatsoever, what do you think it might look like?

Igusa Mastuyama: Since I love dogs, I'd like to try making a Story of Seasons that's set in a world just full of dogs. Though that dream of mine probably won't come true.

Anonymous asks: The look of Story of Seasons has changed a lot over the years! What would you say is more challenging to create - simple designs, where you have to work with very little space, or complicated designs, where you have to consider many little details?

Igusa Matsuyama: A long time ago there were a lot of things you weren't able to replicate in video games. There were constraints for things like the number of colours and patterns for hair styles and clothes. It was difficult to work around those constraints, but at the same time a lot of fun. Nowadays, it's the complete opposite. Now we can design anything with hardly any constraints. And unlike a long time ago, now I'm asked to make more complicated designs, like patterns and decorations. However, if it's a big request, sometimes I run into quite a lot of trouble when designing. They each have had their own difficulties.

Anonymous asks: Hello, Matsuyama! Thank you for bringing the worlds of Bokujou Monogatari to life for many years. Your art has had a huge influence on me!

One of my favorite candidates is “Rock” from “A Wonderful Life.” I’d love to know any particular influences for his character design from 21 years ago, and his new design for the remake.

Igusa Matsuyama: I was told that he was a young, wannabe playboy, so I somehow ended up with that sort of design. For the remake, I made his clothes a little looser without changing his design, so he'd look even more playful. I, too, wanted to avoid changing him as much as I could as there are other people among the staff that also like the original for his “Rockness”. So, he got that makeover after everybody shared and checked their opinions with each other.

Jerome asks: On page 130 of the "Special Comic" manga there's artwork of Super Famicom characters that have never been printed anywhere else. Do you or Marvelous still have these? It would be great to see them in more detail in the future some time.

Igusa Matsuyama: They're all characters that appeared in the SNES version of "Harvest Moon." Nina's parents, Ellen's mother, Ann's father, Maria's parents (The mayor couple). I'm sorry. My SNES illustrations have gone missing...

Raven Bloom, Ryan, and Moth ask: How did you feel when your designs for the men in A Wonderful Life were repurposed to be bachelors? What do you think of the changes made to the bachelors in the remake of A Wonderful Life? I miss the “Bruce Campbell” look Matthew used to have.

Igusa Matsuyama: Matthew (マシュー) is Masshu (マッシュ) in the Japanese A Wonderful Life (Editors note: Charmy made a careless mistake when translating the questions, sorry Matsuyama san 🫣) When I first heard this name, the first thing that came to mind was Evil Dead's protagonist, Ash. You're right. I designed him after Bruce Campbell. I still love Bruce Campbell today. When Wonderful Life was under production, I had heard they weren't going to make a girl version, so I designed him not as a love interest, but as a quirky character. Knowing that he'd appear in the remake as a marriage candidate, I redesigned him as a character that would be liked by many. I hope you can enjoy the game for its nostalgia, as well as for being a shiny, brand new release.

Salmon Axe and Anonymous ask: I personally adore Doraemon x SOS game. Are you interested in working directly with or collaborating with other franchises in the future? And is there a series outside Story of Seasons you would like to work with now as a guest artist? (Could it be Pokemon?)

Igusa Matsuyama: I've loved Doraemon manga since I was a kid! Working as a guest artist? Hmm, I'm happier being the main illustrator, so nothing in particular comes to mind. I enjoy a lot of games in my free time, such as Fallout, Far Cry and Border Lands.

Anonymous asks: Even though we never see his face, was there ever a concept of how Woofio would look without his costume?

Igusa Matsuyama: I designed Woofio as the being that is Woofio, so there's no design of him without his costume.

Idris asks: Your style has upgraded a lot over the time to match the trends. Do you think you will ever go for an old school look (early HM) for a SoS game again? What do you think is the secret to your art’s charm?

Igusa Matsuyama: What I'm particular about when designing for Story of Seasons is making characters with head/body proportions and an atmosphere that go well with that release. First, I listen to the client's request then think of a design according to that. These days, game visuals have gotten fancier and fancier, so there's not many opportunities for characters with short proportions to make an appearance. To me, what's important when designing is "playfulness." More so than "pretty" or "cool" and such, I get attached to the character, have fun making the character. I find joy in character creation itself.

MacGyver asks: Yasuhiro Wada has shared some interesting stories about how chaotic the original game's development was. Is there anything interesting you remember from around that time?

Igusa Matsuyama: Now it's a memory I can look back on and laugh about, but I'm not sure how much I can talk about it so please forgive me. If Wada hadn't been there back then, then "Harvest Moon" wouldn't have become a thing.

Toyberb and Anonymous ask: There’s a lot of different cow designs now, which is your favorite to draw?

Igusa Matsuyama: I've loved drawing animals since I was a kid, so I love all of the cows. Although the easiest one to draw is the cow with the big nose.

Anonymous asks: Were there any games where you made designs for protagonists of genders that did not end up available to play as? (Like a girl protagonist for Save the Homeland/Hero of Leaf Valley or a nonbinary protagonist for any game before A Wonderful Life)

Igusa Matsuyama: There's so many designs that got scrapped, but as far as I recall, there's not really many where that character's setting itself was scrapped. (Excluding Thumbelina, mentioned below)

Koharu asks: Were there ever any character designs made for other older SNES characters like Ellen for 64? Some magazines had Marie with blue hair, like the SNES character, so it made me wonder if she (SNES Maria) was meant to also be there at some point.

Igusa Matsuyama: I'm not in the position to make settings or scenarios where characters from other games appear, so I can't say, but I like the idea of older characters making an appearance!

Amina/k0iisu asks: Hello! I really love Hiro’s design specifically. Could you tell me a few facts about him/his design that might not be well known information? Thank you so much! I love your art :D

Igusa Matsuyama: Thank you very much! Hiro is a future doctor, so I tried to make them look as much like a doctor as I could. Also, to make him look friendlier, I designed him as your average everyday boy you'd see in the neighbourhood. He doesn't have a flashy face or hairstyle, but he's one of my favourite designs, too. I wrote this in the guidebook too, but what I like about him is the Asian flair I added to his clothes and the spot of colour around his feet.

Bunbun asks: I'm excited for the Nendoroid that was announced of Claire! I hope there will be ones of HM64 designs too. Since you have a lot of figures on your blog, how does it feel to be able to add one of your own characters to your collection? Are there any of your other characters you hope will get figures of?

Igusa Matsuyama: A nendoroid of Claire! I'm looking forward to it too, but when is it going to be released? If it's possible, I'd like one of Woofio.

Editor's note: Preorders are open for Nendoroid Claire now!

Chickee asks: A purple-haired princess character was rumored to have existed in Harvest Moon 64, but she didn't make it to the published game. Did you create a design for this character?

Igusa Matsuyama: That's probably Princess Thumbelina. Wasn't she Incredibly small? What I designed didn't end up being used. Speaking of HM64 characters, I pushed for them to include a pet turtle, but in the end it only appeared as an ornament. For A Wonderful Life, I asked for a turtle to be included again and designed a tortoise with a scarf, but it didn't make it as a pet and appeared only as a wild turtle that walks around the pond. I'm waiting for the day they finally include a pet turtle in the game.

emery flower147 asks: omg I saw the pics where the AWL girls are in a team and Muffy has a shotgun and stuff? Do you think any other characters would work in a cool team like that?

Igusa Matsuyama: For the Friends of Mineral Town guide book, I had the five girls, Popuri, Marie, Ran, Elly and Karen work hard as Harvest Sprites. Also, for the guide books, I drew Pete (The old male protagonist), Sarah (The GB version female protagonist), and Claire doing whatever I wanted them to. I don't know if you can call it cool or not, but it was fun being in charge of that.

Ixur asks: A lot of the PoOT character designs for the regular villagers seem more popular than the marriage candidates in my region. Is that something that's been noticed by you/Marvelous in Japan? Lars, Clemens, Beth, and Misaki for example.

Igusa Matsuyama: Marvelous doesn't really talk about that sort of thing so I'm not sure if they're aware of it or not. I don't do social media so I'm also not sure which characters are popular. I'm happy as long as the characters are liked. The design on Lars’s shirt is modeled after my beloved dog, so I’d be especially happy if you like his shirt too.

Anonymous asks: What do you think about people cosplaying your designs?

Igusa Matsuyama: It makes me very happy! I'm no good at sewing, so I really admire people who can make their own clothes. It's an honour having the designs I made be made into real clothes, and I think it's great to have fun acting out the characters.

Afro Fae asks: When creating designs for characters, how do you settle on a specific color palette? Do you take color meanings into account with a character's personality or do you go purely off of feeling?

Igusa Matsuyama: I keep in mind the overall colours the client asked for while designing. Sometimes I propose a new colour when I think there's one that fits better. I'm also careful when choosing colours and everyone's traits to make sure it's easy to tell which character is which when seen from a distance. However, in the cases of families and such, I do the opposite and give them all a common colour to give them a sense of kinship.

———

From all of us at Ranch Story, we'd like to thank Matsuyama from the bottom of our hearts for answering our questions again! Whether a fan has only just discovered the series or has grown up alongside it, so many people have loved these characters and worlds that Igusa Matsuyama brings to life, so it feels truly special to be able to have this opportunity. We'll end this article with Matsuyama's own words, as well as a parting gift.

Igusa Matsuyama: I'm so glad I could answer your questions again. I'm the one that should be saying thank you. It means the world to me knowing that everyone enjoys my illustrations! I added an illustration as thanks. I'll keep up the hard work!

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i-heart-yellowstone · 5 months ago

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My Cowboy Casanova

Request from @nothingc001 hello! I hope you are doing well, I was wondering if you could do a Kayce Dutton story about the song “cowboy casanova” by Carrie underwood

Everybody always has an opinion about something. Whether they know the whole truth or not. They will always think they know best, especially when it comes to the fact that people know you’re involved with a Dutton.

John and his ranch wasn’t something unknown to the residents of Montana. He would do anything to keep the land his family fought for and so would his children. Specifically his youngest son Kayce that had caught my eye.

“Are you sure you want to get involved with a Dutton?” One of my friends Miranda asked me after we had finished our work day at the sheriff's department.

I held the door opened for her, giving her a look. “Look I know you’re worried about me. But you don’t have to be. I can take care of myself.”

“You heard the rumor around here years ago that he got a girl pregnant and that’s why he joined the Navy. Then when he comes back don’t you find it suspicious that he is divorcing her.” Miranda raised a brow at me.

Shrugging my shoulders, I wasn't following her worries. “Clearly they must not have been able to work things out. Divorce ain’t an uncommon thing.”

“I’m just worried he’ll break your heart. It’s just a matter of time.” She warned me before we turned our heads hearing his truck pulling into the parking lot right up to us to pick me up for our date.

I waved bye to my friend climbing in the passenger seat when he opened the door helping me up inside and closing it before getting back in the driver's seat. “I’ll see you later, Miranda.” He drove us back to his family’s ranch to get some supplies before we made the drive up to what he referred to as the Summer Camp.

Kayce unloaded the camping stuff from the bed of the truck. He laid out a picnic blanket, pulled out two camping chairs and a basket of food before I jumped down from sitting on the edge of the tailgate. “So what were you and Mirdana talking about when I came to pick you up tonight?” He asked lifting me down by my hips putting my boots on the dirt.

“It was actually about us.” I muttered under my breath sitting down on the blanket.

He joined me down on the blanket. “What particularly about us hmm?”

“Oh I don’t know if I should say anything more.” I avoided his gaze, feeling his eyes focused on me until I finally glanced in his direction. “Basically she’s worried about our long term relationship. Considering we heard that you recently broke up with the woman you got pregnant.”

Kayce removed his black cowboy hat and removed his head running his fingers through his curly hair. “Gezz. I knew this would happen after I divorced her.”

“Kayce, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said a word. Look, she's my best friend and is just worried about me getting hurt since you’re my first real relationship that I’ve had in my life. But I’m not worried about our relationship.”

He lifted his head up, raising a brow. “Why aren’t you?”

“I’m not sure. I just think that it isn’t your fault that your relationship with your ex didn’t work out. Certain people think they’ll work out and sometimes they don’t in the end.”

The youngest Dutton leaned forward with his mouth inches from my own. “So what do you think about us? Are we a long term or short term type of thing?”

“I - I don’t know yet. I’d like to imagine that you and I can be a long term thing.”

He smirked, shifting his brown eyes over mine. “Oh yeah. I can 100% agree on that.”

“So what are we thinking of doing on this date night you’ve been planning since the first day I met you.” I teased him with a smirk playing on my lips.

Kayce closed the gap between us, putting his lips over mine. It wasn’t long before I leaned in kissing him back enjoying the feeling. We kissed each other for quite a few minutes scooting closer to the other until I climbed up into his lap.

He moved one hand behind my back when I leaned my body forward against his chest. Threading my fingers into his tousled brown curls, tugging on them, hearing him moan when I did so. Kayce broke the kiss smirking into when he instructed the next one pushing me onto my back on the picnic blanket we were sitting on.

We finally had to break the heated kiss, needing to catch our breath. “How do you feel about keeping this going, hmm darling?” He smirked where some of his curls fell down in front of my eyes.

I brushed them away, smiling up at him. “I ain’t gonna say no to you cowboy.”

“Miranda might be right about this whole possibly dangerous cowboy Casanova. The kind of guy who seems nice but is much more dangerous than you’d imagine.” Kayce ran one hand over my hip and slightly underneath my shirt.

Tracing the Yellowstone brand he had underneath his shirt I wasn’t nervous around him. He had a past obviously, everybody has one. “She said she’d never date a cowboy. It’s a really good thing I’m not entirely like her. So let’s do this thing, Dutton.” Tugging him down by the collar of his tan shirt, drawing his lips to mine.

Kayce chuckled, helping me sit up and shrug my shirt over my head. I unbuttoned his shirt, tossing his down with wherever he had thrown mine on the blanket. “I’d love for your name to be Mrs. Dutton in the future.” He mumbled in between kisses, running his fingers through my hair with his freehand.

“Make me yours, cowboy.” I whispered not saying anything more and just got lost in the other and the area surrounding us. The Dutton name and all the whispers around it didn’t matter to me. My friends could all worry about me but I wasn’t gonna turn back now.

Kayce John Dutton was always meant to be my Casanova.

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year ago

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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (The Epilogue)

Summary | A final visit to our favourite family.

Word Count | 1.6K

Chapter Warnings | Consumption of food, allusions to smut, brief talk of difficult pregnancy, family dynamics, lots of fluff & a little surprise for you in this.

Authors Note | Well, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but we made it! Trial & Error Season 2 is complete, which marks the end of the line for my favourite threesome and their family. I firstly wanted to say thank you to each & every one of you for continuing to support this story and me. I never dreamt that you would love these three as much as I love them, and I will always be eternally grateful to this story for helping me through some tough times this year. I hope you love this ending as much as I do, and if you, I'd love to hear from you. Please always feel like you can scream at me in my inbox, and reblogs & comments also really help. This isn't it from our fabulous threesome, I have one-shots and ideas to bring to life in the future, but for now, it's adios to Joel, Pretty Girl & Tommy. And, as always, If you want to support me, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

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The sun is warm but there is a slight breeze that crosses your skin, moves the long grass on the ground and rustles the trees. The summer has been hot, but it’s moving into time of year where it cools a little, isn’t so stifling that it makes you want to tear your skin off or spend all your time in an ice bath.

You smile, watching not one, but two young children, just after their second birthday’s, sit in the grass and play together. Twins. Two baby girls. Your heart is full. Your soul is full. Your family is complete in a way you never thought it would be. Sitting on the porch, mug of coffee in hand, you can see the broad expanse of a man walking towards you. The sun is blocking his features from view, framing him perfectly in light. You’d know that outline anywhere. Joel.

“How are my girls?” He smiles, bending down and placing one of his palms on the back of Ava’s head, the other hand holding one of the toys up for Addie to take hold of in her little hand.

He stands again, walking up onto the porch to where you’re sat. He dips to kiss your forehead, then, when you tilt your head to him, he presses a kiss to your lips too, “And how is my pretty girl?”

“I’m good,” You smile, snaking your hand around the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss, “Worked hard?” You ask once you’ve pulled away, letting him sit next to you on the porch bench.

“Can you not tell?” He chuckles, pulling the rag from his pocket to wipe his brow of sweat.

You put a palm on his thigh, looking back out onto the land you now call home. It’s vast, fields upon fields of open land. You can see the other house in the distance, the one Tommy and Joshua call home, the one that you spend half of your time in. It’s a pleasant walk between them, one you’ll take tomorrow morning, twins in arm. A ranch. Land bought when you’d found out you were pregnant again, this time with two babies, not one. It's further outside of the city, which you love. Peace and quiet and a wonderful place to raise your children. Joel and Tommy had worked hard throughout the nine months you’d carried Ava and Addie, taking contracting jobs wherever they could find them, squirrelling away enough money to build the life you have now. You’d offered the inheritance money from your parents who had passed away just before you’d met Tommy, which had built the two houses you all called home. Joel has insisted on sheep for the ranch, whilst Tommy had wanted cattle, so they’d compromised and gone with both.

You hadn’t thought that being the wife of two ranchers would have been something you’d enjoy, but you’d proved yourself wrong. You could take Joshua to school each morning and pick him up each afternoon, you could spend as much time as you wanted with your baby girls, you’d learnt to bake properly, and cook meals for everyone each evening. You would all sit together, eating and drinking into the evening, until you fell into one bed or the other, curled up next to Tommy or Joel, and sometimes even both of them, until you fell asleep and started all over again the next morning. It was the life you loved, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You can see Tommy walking from the other house, Joshua’s hand clutched in his own. He’d taken him out today, let him ride with him on his horse, mostly in an effort to tire him out because at six years old, he was starting to run rings around everyone with his energy.

You watch as they come into view, Joshua dropping Tommy’s hand when he recognises his baby sisters. He’s always been so gentle with them. He kneels down on the blanket with them, picking up some of the toys in his hands to start playing with them. He hands Ava a small wooden car, and Addie gets one that is slightly bigger that she can’t quite hold properly. He tries to get them to engage in a race but it’s relatively futile, they just giggle at him and wave their arms around.

You chuckle to yourself as Tommy heads up onto the porch too, he bends to give you a kiss similar to the way Joel had, but leans against the post that connects the porch to the roof that covers it, taking out his own rag to wipe his hands with. You’re about to open your mouth to ask if anyone is hungry, when the front door is ripped open and the newest addition to your family comes bounding out.

“Didn’t keel over and die today then, old man.”

You bite back a chuckle, as does Tommy, but Joel doesn’t seem to find it so funny.

“What have I told you about bein’ rude, Ellie?”

“I wasn’t being rude,” She shrugs, “I was just being observant.”

You think you hear him mutter something about her being a little shit under his breath, which of course is no better than her previous comment, but you let it lie, “Anyone hungry?” You ask.

Everyone agrees, so you push yourself up and head down the steps to pick up Addie. Joel follows behind, taking Ava in his arms, whilst holding his hand out for Joshua to take, walking everyone into Joel’s home, where the pot roast has been cooking for most of the day.

Ellie hadn’t really been planned. Once the twins had been born, you’d thought that was it. It had been a hard pregnancy, you’d struggled with sickness at first, and then at the sheer amount of extra weight you’d been carrying around. You’d swollen in places you didn’t even know you had, and spent that last month being as still as possible. With the way your relationship had changed, you’d agreed early on that the twins would be as much Joel’s children as they were Tommy’s, but whenever Joel watched you walk away to spend time with his brother, which he didn’t resent in any way, and you took the twins with you, that big ranch house felt awful lonely to him, with Sarah still being away at college.

He’d shocked you and Tommy when he’d sat you both down and mentioned adoption. Giving a home to someone who needed it. It had more rooms than he knew what to do with, space enough for another child. You don’t think you could have picked someone more perfect for him than Ellie. In some ways, she was the complete opposite of Sarah, but in others, they were very similar. She wasn’t ever going to be a replacement, Sarah still visited often, was still a huge part of everyone’s lives, but she kept him company in those lonely nights, made him laugh, kept him on his toes, and you loved her just as much as if she were your own. She was a love all of Joel's own.

Everyone takes their seat at the table, helps themselves to as much food as they want. Between mouthfuls of your own food, you help Addie eat, with Joel doing the same with Ava. Tommy is helping Joshua, who still doesn’t quite have the hang of how to properly cut things with his knife and fork, and Ellie is talking, mainly at Joel, about what she’d been doing that day. Its domesticity at its best. You and the two men you love with every fibre of your being, your children who you would lay down your life for, including Ellie. Everything you always wanted, all at the same time, no compromises.

You sit around the table for most of the evening. Ellie helps you put the twins to sleep upstairs when they start dropping off. She knows the dynamic of the family, you’d sat her down one day when Joel and Tommy were out working, fumbling over the words of how to explain exactly how things worked.

“So, they both love you, and you both love them?” She’d asked, mixing the batter for the cake you were making together, “Sounds cool,” She’s shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, “Just so long as I don’t ever have to hear what you and my old man get up to.”

You’d smiled, given her a hug, and promised to keep it down with Joel whenever you were there. It proved to be difficult, that man knowing how to make you cry out and scream whenever he got his hands on you.

Once Joshua has settled himself on the couch, resting quietly with the TV on in the background, and Ellie has gone to her room to read or whatever else it is she does up there, you reach next to you and take hold of Tommy’s hand. He clutches it right back, with Joel’s arm resting across your shoulders. You look up at Joel, who is smiling softly, with that glint in his eyes that tells you he’s dying to take you upstairs.

You look Tommy directly in the eye, “Together?” You ask, squeezing his hand.

“Together.”

And that’s how it is. That’s how it will always be. Some nights spent alone with your men, others spent sandwiched right between them as they take turns making you feel good, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you until you don’t know who you are or what day of the week it is. And then being able to snuggle into one of them, tonight you know it will be Joel, who will drape his arm over your waist and press his front as close to your back as is humanely possible, with Tommy clutching your hands from the front. Your two men, their girl, and the life you’d risked almost everything to have.

THE END.

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aheathen-conceivably · 9 months ago

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🎶'Cause he held in his arms, and he taught me to be strong 🎶

Although Zelda and Giorgio’s efforts on the farm were growing less dire, there were still days when some of them had to go without meals. Rather than leave Violette there with empty cupboards and exhausted adults on days when she wasn’t at the schoolhouse, Antoine would bring her to Abraham’s ranch with him.

It comforted him having her so near, seeing her run unencumbered on the sand without any of the worries that plagued his or Zelda’s mind. She seemed happy and comfortable there, but sometimes it terrified him that she was growing older and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It seemed like only months ago that she’d been born, not over seven years before. Soon enough she’d be a young woman, and the thought alone was enough to make him panic. He wanted nothing more than to freeze time at exactly this moment, before anything could hurt her or take her away.

He was happy that she had William, who was such a kind and soft spoken boy that was always happy to play whatever games Violette suggested. But even his presence reminded Antoine that one day there would be a boy he couldn’t protect his baby girl from, one who would break her heart and make her cry, just the way he had done when he was young.

He only hoped that he would be there when it happened, to help her pick up the pieces and stay as strong as he knew she was now. Every day he could see his mother and sister not only in the color of her eyes, but in her temperament too. She was strong willed and stubborn, but she allowed herself moments of such fancy and wonder, that he couldn’t help but see Zelda in her too. Each and every one of them triggered a fire in his soul, a pure rush to safeguard them against the rest of the world, that all of them combined in his only child was enough to make his heart burst.

He told himself at least he had her there with him now, that if he could focus on exactly the girl she was now and give her everything she could possibly want, he would show her the type of man and life she deserved; because above anything, he knew that she deserved the world.

He wanted to give her the best sides of himself, the moments in his day that made him feel happiest and uplifted him from the drudgery of the world. So of course, he took her to meet Silver. He had been worried that the horse would respond to Violette the way she did with everyone else, but she seemed to immediately sense that the child was Antoine’s, and thus an extension of the trust she already had for him. With amazing softness, she lowered her head toward Violette, and the child’s usual harsh bravado softened in turn, transforming into a gentle, hushed amazement as she looked into the horse’s eyes. “Poppa, I love her!”

He could feel the pride welling in his chest, threatening to burst into tears, when she looked back at him with excited eyes, “Can we take her home, Poppa? Please? Please!”

“I’m afraid she lives here, Princess. But I’ll get you your very own pony one day. I promise.” Her face transformed even more, brightening with excitement as she continued to pet Silver. The horse seemed so content, that Violette brought her face against her nose. Antoine panicked, bringing his hand forward to stop her, but the horse stayed calm, looking back at Antoine as though to tell him to calm down for once.

With her face still close to Silver’s Violette turned her eyes up at her father, “Can we at least ride her then? Pretty please?”

Antoine had asked himself that very question every day since Abraham had offered. But he didn’t want to tell his baby girl he was afraid, or that the stories of the men she had kicked into the sand were more gruesome than any Western he had ever read. So instead he simply said, “Maybe one day….”

Even a child could hear the wistfulness in his voice, but then Abraham’s curses from outside punctuated the moment. Antoine knew that meant one of the horses was refusing his commands, so he gently moved Violette’s hand away from the horse and opened the stall gate. “You go and play with Will now, alright? We’ll visit her again tomorrow.”

She looked up at him with her big olive eyes, trying to stop him as his boots headed for the door of the barn. She needn’t say a word to besiege him to stay; but he mustered even more strength than needed against the most stubborn of horses to drop down on one knee and kiss her goodbye, promising that he would come and find her at the end of the day just as he always did.

#1932 #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #the darlingtons #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1930s #Antoine Duplanchier #Violette darlington #William Hines #Abraham Hines

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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | four

🐴Chapter summary: You’re back in the city, but it doesn’t really feel like home— nowhere has felt like home since you were a child. When Jimin suddenly shows up unexpectedly at your apartment, you’re left wondering the depth of his feelings. 🐴Chapter title: It Comes to This 🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc 🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters. 🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst 🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸 🐴Chapter warnings: mentions of not eating because of sadness, mention of past infidelity (parents), mention of past character death (parents). It’s fluff season y’all! 😍 🐴Status: completed 🥳 🐴Word count: 7.5k 🐴Taglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld,

*tumblr isn’t letting me tag you! There could be a lot of reasons for that, check out this lovely post about it.

🐴Now playing 💿 “Locked Inside My Heart” by Rebecca Lavelle. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?] 🐴Author’s note: okay so this is a short chapter, but it’s mainly oc and Jimin and it’s mainly talking, like backstory and feelings– it’s fluffy! But damn I loved writing this chapter. You’re in for a ride!!!

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Wanna see the book cover?

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“I don't pretend the choice is easy I can't pretend I really know I don't believe that you can have it both ways Do you stay or do you go?” - ‘It comes to this’ by Rebecca Lavelle.

Several weeks have elapsed since your departure from the ranch, affording you the time and distance to gain some perspective. Though readjusting to city life is easy, a persistent ache in your heart testifies to the yearning for the open fields, the friendship of the girls, and even the complicated bond with your sister that you left behind.

However, you find solace in immersing yourself in your work, channeling your emotions onto the canvas with each stroke. As you complete yet another painting, a genuine smile graces your lips, proud of the creation that has sprung from the depths of your heart.

Yet, when your gaze shifts to the collection of paintings surrounding it, each depicting the rustic charm of a ranch, horses, and idyllic countryside scenes, a chuckle escapes you.

The truth is undeniable – the ranch is a constant muse, an ever-present thought that refuses to release its hold on your mind.

From the days of childhood at the ranch, where painting was a shared joy with your sister, to the present hustle of city life, your artistic passion has seamlessly evolved. Initially, it was a cherished hobby, but as the city years unfolded, it transformed into a profession. While you may not boast fame, your paintings enjoy a steady demand, affording you a comfortable life in the bustling heart of the city.

The soft vibration of your phone interrupts the creative dance of your brush against the canvas. Another painting takes shape – a girl riding her horse, an embodiment of carefree spirit with wind-kissed hair.

A sigh escapes you; these motifs only deepen the yearning for the ranch. Retrieving your phone, a message from a friend awaits, a lifeline momentarily pulling you from the realm of memories and strokes.

Minji [13.34]: GIRL, get your ass down to the cafe I miss your ass 😏

A burst of laughter escapes you at Minji's characteristically whimsical message. Swiftly, you respond, your fingertips adorned with dried paint, dancing effortlessly across the screen, assuring her that you'll join her in a heartbeat.

After rinsing your pencils and setting them out to dry, you meticulously cleanse the remnants of paint from your hands. Swiftly grabbing your handbag, you step out of your apartment, ready to face the world beyond your creative sanctuary.

In just a few steps, you find yourself at the familiar cafe where you meet Minji. Her radiant face stands out, seated outside, waving at you with infectious enthusiasm. Her ever-changing fiery red hair, a testament to her vibrant personality, frames her face elegantly. Today, she opts for glasses – bold, cat-eyed frames that add a touch of sophistication to her usual look. A departure from her usual contacts, she's adorned in a striking green sundress, perfectly complementing the vivid hue of her hair.

As you reciprocate Minji's enthusiastic wave, settling into your seat, she promptly slides a refreshing glass of iced coffee across the table to you.

“Oh, thanks.”

“No problem. Is it good to be back in the city?” Minji inquires, her bright smile accentuated by the sun's playful dance on her face, a subtle gesture accompanying her sip of iced coffee.

You respond with a nonchalant shrug, “It's fine, I guess,” the uncertainty lingering in your voice, a subtle reflection of the mixed emotions swirling within you.

Her smile falters slightly, and she leans in, eyes searching yours, “You miss it, don't you?”

The question hangs in the air, laden with understanding and curiosity.

You nod in acknowledgment, sinking into your seat as your fingers trace the rim of the glass. A frustrated sigh escapes your lips, “I do... more than I thought I would.”

Her chuckle fills the air, and she offers you a soft, reassuring smile. “Maybe it's time to go back?” she suggests, her eyes holding a glint of encouragement.

You ponder her question for a moment, though you've wrestled with this very dilemma countless times. “I don't think I can,” you admit, the words carrying the weight of your internal struggle.

Leaning in, she bridges the gap between you two, her eyes searching yours, “Why?”

You release another heavy sigh, frustration echoing in the air as you lift the glass of ice coffee to your lips. “First, my sister hates me; she made it clear she doesn't want to see me again,” you confess, the memory of your strained departure from Jessi lingering. “Second, I believe I royally messed up by sleeping with the wrong brother.”

Minji's eyes widened in shock, her curiosity instantly piqued. “You never mentioned this! Spill the details!”

You release another exasperated sigh. “Yeah, well, I met Jungkook at the party, and he's ridiculously good-looking, you know?” Minji nods knowingly, urging you to continue. “So, I ended up sleeping with him at the party, and later I discover that Jimin is his brother.”

Minji's eyes widen once more, and her mouth drops in shock at your revelation. “Jimin? The same Jimin you had a crush on when you were a kid?!”

“Yes, that Jimin,” you groan, taking a longer sip of your ice coffee. The cold liquid provides a welcome contrast against the warmth of the sun caressing your skin.

“Do you see my dilemma now?” you sigh dramatically, a huff punctuating your frustration.

“Not really,” she chuckles loudly, her laughter echoing with contagious joy. You gaze at her, curious about the cryptic message in her amusement.

“You fucked him once right? It's not like you were in a committed relationship or anything, and people make mistakes,” you look at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. “I don't see it as a problem. You didn't know they were brothers; it's not like you intentionally sought out his brother. I think you're overthinking it. Sometimes life just throws these curveballs at us.” She shrugs her shoulders with a reassuring smile, trying to convey that she doesn't see this situation as problematic, unlike how you perceive it.

“Do you have any idea if Jimin has a thing for you?” She inquires with a mischievous smirk, playfully emphasizing her question with a sly raise of her eyebrow.

“I'm not sure, but according to Jungkook, he does. Jimin's been giving me these intense stares, and it's starting to feel like he's been studying me,” you confide in her. It's a relief to finally share the thoughts that have been swirling in your head over the past few weeks.

“Girl, you should totally jump his dick!” Minji exclaims, her voice escalating in excitement, drawing glances from other tables. A blush creeps up on your cheeks as she practically shrieks the suggestion, and you quickly hush her, “Aish, keep it down.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “You don't have to alert the whole neighborhood, you know.”

“Ah, sorry. I got overexcited. But it sounds like Jimin likes you,” she teases, giving you a smirk. “If he does, I don't think he sees it as a problem that you had sex with his brother once.”

“Half brother,” you add, and her eyes practically sparkle with intrigue at this new piece of information.

“I say go for it,” she leans back into her chair, sipping on her iced coffee proudly. “Also, I think you should go back and mend things with your sister.”

You groan at the thought, envisioning a scenario that seems destined for disaster. Shaking your head, you can't fathom how it would unfold positively.

“Bitch, take a good look at your paintings lately. Every piece you've shared in our chat revolves around ranches or horses. If that's not your heart screaming out what you truly desire, you must be blind.” She laughs as you furrow your brow, but in your heart, you acknowledge the undeniable truth in her words.

For weeks, your heart has been instinctively immortalizing the place you've desperately yearned for and at the same time desperately tried to erase from your thoughts. Each stroke of paint on canvas was a poignant reminder of the struggle to suppress those nostalgic pangs.

For the remainder of your coffee date with Minji, you delve into the intricacies of her life, relishing the distraction it provides. It's a welcome reprieve to immerse yourself in someone else's narrative, if only momentarily, allowing you to temporarily set aside the weight of your own troubles.

As the coffee date concludes, you bid Minji farewell with a heartfelt hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. The warmth of her gesture lingers, accompanying you on the walk back to your apartment, a comforting echo in the quiet corridors of your thoughts.

Returning to your apartment, you scavenge the fridge for any remnants of a meal, opting for a quick reheat in the microwave. The familiar routine finds you on the couch, mindlessly consuming your food while the television blares, its content serving as mere background noise to the symphony of your contemplations.

In the last few weeks, nourishment has been an elusive companion, and the reason echoes within the recesses of your consciousness. Since bidding farewell to the ranch, your attempts at a hearty meal have been feeble at best. Despite your earnest endeavors, the appetite that once danced with enthusiasm seems to have deserted you entirely.

As you sigh, the rhythm of your fork against the plate harmonizes with the contemplation swirling in your mind.

Two diverging paths lay before you, each demanding consideration - to stay or to go?

Simultaneously, the looming question of the inheritance casts its shadow, forcing you to grapple with the decision to sell or keep it?

As uncertainty clouds your thoughts, a myriad of possibilities unfold before you. Returning to the ranch might mean facing your sister's wrath once more, while selling your share could sever ties irreversibly.

Yet, holding onto your stake without a return holds the promise of avoiding immediate consequences.

Startled by an unexpected knock on your door, you briefly contemplate ignoring it. However, the persistent tapping forces you off the couch, curiosity and caution intertwining as you approach to unravel the mystery at your doorstep.

Swinging the door open, your astonishment peaks as you come face to face with none other than Jimin, a soft and warm smile gracing his features.

His unexpected presence leaves you momentarily speechless, your mouth falling open as you drink in the sight of him. Clad in a loose-fitted shirt, denim pants, and those boots that never fail to catch your eye, he exudes an effortless charm. His tousled hair adds to the allure, making him nothing short of breathtakingly handsome.

A sense of amazement causes your eyes to flutter, leaving you standing there like a floundering fish caught off guard. His chuckle breaks the moment, and you realize you haven't even managed to say a simple ‘hi’.

“Jimin?” You inquire, quickly scanning your surroundings to ensure there's no one else lurking behind, ready to spring a surprise on you.

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, a warm smile playing on his lips. “Hey,” he greets with a hint of shyness.

“Come in,” you invite, your voice carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation. As he enters, his eyes wander around the compact hallway, absorbing the essence of your two-bedroom sanctuary. It might not be a sprawling space, but it's a reflection of you – a place where every corner holds a piece of your story.

He chuckles nervously, a melody that dances through the room as he slips off his shoes. The familiar sight of them, adorned with the remnants of mud, speaks of untold adventures and stories etched in every speck of dirt.

“What brings you here, Jimin?” you inquire, fixing him with eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, silently urging him to reveal the purpose behind his unexpected visit.

“I came here because there's something I wanted to talk to you about,” he begins, strolling deeper into your apartment. As he glances around, you can't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness, as if he's peering into your soul, carefully examining every painting, lamp, and piece of decor that surrounds you.

“Do you paint?” he inquires, his gaze drawn to the easel tucked in the corner of your living room, surrounded by a towering collection of finished paintings. Intrigued, he moves closer to your creative space. His eyes sweep over the current painting on the easel – the one capturing a girl on her horse, wind tousling her hair – and then shift to the array of your ‘country’ collection resting against the walls.

“These are stunning. I had no idea you were an artist,” he remarks, his eyes lingering on the paintings, and he turns to you with a wide, appreciative smile.

“Thank you,” you reply, a touch of embarrassment coloring your cheeks, as compliments have always had a way of making you a bit bashful.

“I really hope these paintings find their way into the world, they're exceptional!” he exclaims, his eyes drawn to the one capturing a ranch perched on a hill, surveying a paddock filled with graceful horses.

“Actually, it's my livelihood, so yeah,” you respond with a soft smile, a mix of embarrassment from his praise and a sense of pride for your craft.

“That's incredible,” he remarks, shifting his body towards you, his gaze traveling from your head to your toes.

“You mentioned wanting to talk?” His gaze feels like a gentle but persistent probing, causing you to fidget nervously with the hem of your sundress.

“Sure, let's go to a cafe and have that talk,” he suggests, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

“Absolutely, there's this adorable cafe nearby with the most delightful desserts. What do you think?” you suggest, a smile playing on your lips. Despite your efforts to downplay it, the word 'date' echoes in your mind, and your heart betrays your intentions, quickening its pace at the mere thought.

“Lead the way,” he nods, accompanying the words with a casual stroll back to the hallway.

Silently, you both slip into your shoes, you secure your purse, and step out of your apartment, descending the stairs to the lively streets below. As you navigate the urban buzz, your mind races at a million miles per hour, anticipation building as you wonder about the conversation he's eager to share.

The dessert cafe you're aiming for is a bit of a trek compared to the one you frequented with Minji. The silence between you and Jimin persists, almost becoming stifling as your curiosity intensifies. You can't help but wonder, could something significant have occurred involving Jessi?

The café looms into view, and a surge of anticipation prompts you to quicken your steps. Anxious to unravel the mystery of Jimin's conversation, you settle into an outdoor seat, basking in the warmth of the sun as you eagerly peruse the menu.

Curiosity dances in your eyes as you look up from the menu, questioning, “What do you want to get?” Your intrigue extends beyond the dessert options, yearning to discover the nuances of Jimin's taste in sweets.

A tender smile graces his lips as he places his order, “Just a chocolate cake and a strawberry bubble tea is fine.” You find his simplicity endearing and decide with a chuckle, “I'll have the same then.”

Making your way to the counter, you confidently order the tempting treats, savoring the anticipation. After settling the bill, you return to your seat, careful not to spill a drop of the deliciousness awaiting you in those cups.

You dismiss his attempt to split the bill with a warm smile, insisting that it's your treat. As you explain, a gentle generosity glows in your eyes, emphasizing your delight in sharing this small but delightful moment with him.

As you raise the fork, poised to indulge in the decadent chocolate cake, your gaze locks onto his enchanting brown eyes. With a flicker of curiosity, you inquire, “So, what's on your mind?”

A nervous chuckle escapes him, and he shields his smile with a hand, his eyes betraying a hint of unease.

“It's about you actually,” he admits, his words hanging in the air with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Your eyes widen, and your parted lips reflect the shock of his revelation. The mere idea that he wants to talk about you sends your heart into a frenzied rhythm. His gaze, soft as clouds, envelops you, and you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in the depths of your chest.

Your eyes widen, and you question him with a mixture of surprise and nervousness, “Me?” The fluttering sensation in your stomach intensifies, and your hand hovers over the plate of decadent chocolate cake, dessert forgotten in the wake of unexpected revelation.

He starts, sipping through the straw of his strawberry bubble tea, “We miss you.”

You eye him, the flutters in your stomach intensifying—what does he mean by ‘we’?

��Everybody back home,” he smiles, his eyes crinkling with joy, yet a subtle twinge of sadness lurks beneath the surface, like shadows in the sunlight. You find yourself drawn to the complexity of his emotions, wondering what lies behind the façade of happiness.

You exhale, a heavy sigh carrying the weight of memories and emotions. “That place isn't my home anymore,” you confess, shoulders tensed against the flood of sentiments rushing back.

A subtle flinch in his eyes, a pang of hurt in his gaze—it leaves you questioning whether his sadness is somehow tethered to you. But that couldn't be true, could it?

“It could be,” he says, his eyes softening into a small smile, “everybody misses you, even your sister.”

At this, you arch an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief coloring your expression. “That doesn't sound like Jessi,” you laugh, though the sound is forced and choked.

“Well, she does. She feels bad for how she treated you,” he begins, and the tinge of sadness creeps back onto his face.

“Did Jessi send you here?” you question with a watchful and stern eye, not appreciating the unexpected turn in the conversation.

“No! Absolutely not!” he defends vehemently in mere seconds, sounding almost disgusted that you've even entertained the thought.

“I came here for me. Well, mostly for you,” he grins again, a warm and inviting smile that makes his wonderful brown eyes disappear, and you can't help but reciprocate with a smile of your own.

“I want you to reconsider coming back,” he adds, finally poking at his dessert. You look at him cautiously. “When you left the first time, it made me really sad,” he takes a bite of his cake before speaking again, “and when you left this time, it made me really sad again. The ranch isn't the same without you.”

You give him a contemplative smile, truly empathizing with his feelings, but you remain uncertain about returning to the ranch. The internal struggle weighs on your expression, caught between the desire to make him happy and the uncertainty that lingers within you.

“I'm sorry, Jimin. It's just... I'm not sure if returning is what I want,” you express, lifting the fork to your mouth, savoring the delicious cake. The sincerity in your apology mingles with the rich taste of dessert, creating a bittersweet moment.

“I noticed those paintings in your room. Are you sure you don’t want to come back?” he challenges, his gaze intense. An airy laugh escapes you, acknowledging the truth. Logic may dictate one thing, but your heart whispers another, a silent yearning for what once was.

Jimin leans in, a trace of chocolate on his lips captivating your attention, but you resist the urge to interrupt as he continues, “The ranch belongs to you just as much as it does to your sister.”

You nod in acknowledgment, grappling with the weight of truth in his words. The decision about your share of the ranch hangs in the balance, a pivotal choice between holding onto it or following through with your initial plan to sell.

“I know Jessi can be stubborn,” he remarks, and you burst into laughter, the shared recognition of your sister's stubbornness creating a light-hearted moment that echoes with his laughter.

His laughter fades, and he continues, “You can always return and hold onto your share of the ranch. That place is your home.”

You allow his words to linger within you for a moment, your gaze briefly captivated by the small piece of chocolate on his lips. A smile plays on your lips as you lick your finger, reaching out to his face. With a gentle swipe, you remove the tiny morsel of chocolate from his mouth. In that instant, his eyes widen slightly, yet he remains still, observing your every movement with a hawk-like intensity.

He grins warmly, releasing an airy chuckle that dances through the air. You lean back in your chair, savoring the sweet notes of your bubble tea as you both share a moment of easy laughter.

Appreciation colors your voice as you express your gratitude, genuinely thankful for his words and the warmth of his company today. “I'll give it some thought,” you add, leaving the door open to the possibility he's presented.

As the last bites of cake vanish, and the lingering taste of bubble tea fades, Jimin breaks the companionable silence with a suggestion that catches you off guard, “How about some shopping?” The invitation hangs in the air, carrying the promise of a new adventure.

His unexpected proposal catches you off guard, and you almost choke on the lingering taste of your drink. Despite the surprise, you find yourself nodding in agreement, silently marveling at the surreal nature of this man before you.

In the heart of the city, Jimin sweeps you away on an impromptu shopping spree, indulging your every desire to explore the stores. Patiently, he waits as you try on different outfits, offering his honest opinions on each. The experience is surprisingly intimate, radiating a domestic charm that lingers in the air. Though it simmers with the essence of a date, you resist delving too deeply into that notion, attempting to soothe the fluttering butterflies and the electrifying sensation that accompanies each of his glances.

“This is really nice,” Jimin remarks with a soft smile as the two of you stroll down the bustling street. After spending a few delightful hours shopping, you're en route back to your apartment when a captivating dress in a window display captures your attention. Jimin notices your gaze fixated on the black, flowery dress with its gracefully flowing skirt. “Do you want to try it?”

“Ah, but I'm getting tired,” you confess, allowing your body to sag against his, savoring the reassuring firmness of his shoulder. His touch sends sparks coursing through your entire being. You're keenly aware that Jimin must be weary too; his limp has become more pronounced, hinting at potential fatigue or pain from too much walking. Despite your concern, you hesitate to pry, choosing to respect his privacy for now.

“Humor me,” he chuckles, playfully guiding you into the store. Together, you locate the dress effortlessly. Fingers grazing the hangers, you zero in on your size and confidently snatch it.

Making your way to the dressing rooms, you draw the curtains, stepping into the private space. Stripping off your clothes, you prepare to slip into the alluring fabric of the dress.

As the dress drapes over your silhouette, you gaze at your reflection in the dressing room mirror. There's an immediate sense of admiration, an unspoken agreement between you and the dress. You don't need to analyze it; the feeling of confidence envelops you. The heart-shaped neckline accentuates your collarbones, and the dress gracefully reaches your knees, a perfect harmony of style and comfort.

Parting the curtains, you step out, adorned in the black flowery dress, and as Jimin's eyes land on you, his pupils dilate, capturing a moment of speechlessness. A playful chuckle escapes you, and, reveling in the newfound confidence, you gracefully twirl in the dress, the fabric swirling around you like a dance partner.

You wear the dress with an air of effortless elegance, and as Jimin utters his compliment, a warm smile graces his lips, “You look really good in that dress.”

However, when you meet his gaze, you're drawn into the depth of his eyes – dark and possessive, a captivating intensity that sparks a desire to unravel the mysteries concealed within them, as if they hold secrets worth exploring for hours.

Gratitude colors your words, “Thank you. I really like it too,” as your fingers caress the soft fabric of the dress. The tactile sensation adds to the pleasure, leaving you appreciating not just the appearance but the luxurious feel of the material.

“I'll get it for you,” he insists with a warm smile, brushing off your attempts to protest. Despite your insistence that you can purchase it yourself, he remains resolute.

“Consider it a gift,” he adds, turning a simple shopping moment into a gesture of unexpected generosity, leaving you both touched and perplexed by his insistence on making your day a little brighter.

Opting not to pry further, you offer him a soft, sweet smile, your heart fluttering erratically within your chest. “Thank you,” you express with genuine gratitude, appreciating the gesture and the unspoken connection between you two.

Once you've changed back into your familiar attire, Jimin accompanies you to the cashier, graciously settling the bill for the dress. As you both exit the store, a shared secret wrapped in the fabric of the new dress, you stroll back to your apartment in a comfortable silence, the anticipation of unspoken feelings lingering in the air.

You opt for takeout, a ritual of comfort that usually involves lounging on the couch, indulging in a feast of flavors while the TV bathes the room in a soft glow. Surprisingly, Jimin embraces the laid-back ambiance, seamlessly blending into the familiar routine as if he's been a part of it all along.

As the meal unfolds, a symphony of flavors dancing on your taste buds, the room is graced with a comfortable silence occasionally interrupted by snippets of conversation. After savoring the last bite and clearing away the remnants of your feast, you gravitate back to the inviting embrace of the couch, sinking into its cushions.

Nestled side by side, your arms subtly entwined in a delicate dance of proximity, you both sink into the plush cushions of the couch, the gentle hum of the TV providing a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy shared in the room.

“Hey, considering it's getting late, how about crashing here tonight? I wouldn't want you navigating the midnight roads,” you suggest, extending a warm invitation, while your hands effortlessly choreograph a symphony of comfort by fetching drinks for both of you.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to,” he grins, settling into your couch as if it were a familiar embrace, a subtle warmth filling the room.

“I actually wanted to tell you something else too,” he confesses, the air thick with anticipation as you turn your gaze fully on him, hanging on to every word like a secret waiting to unfold.

“I wanted to tell you about what happened after you left, all those years ago, when your father took you away,” he begins, drawing in a deep breath that elevates his chest, momentarily diverting your gaze to his well-defined pectorals.

“Okay, I'm all ears,” you respond, shifting your body towards his, allowing your knee to lightly brush against his thigh, a subtle shiver coursing down your spine.

“Well, shortly after you left, my mother passed away,” he begins to share, the weight of sorrow evident on his face, his hands involuntarily clenching as he revisits the painful memory.

“I'm truly sorry to hear that,” you express sympathetically, your hand instinctively finding its way to his thigh. Offering a gentle squeeze, a soft, almost inaudible moan escapes from him, revealing the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior.

“It's alright, it happened a long time ago,” he reassures, his hand covering yours on his thigh, a warm and comforting presence. Returning the sentiment with a smile, you encourage him to continue, sensing the weight of his past experiences.

“Well, we had the whole funeral thing and all that,” he sighs, a hint of deflation and bitterness in his hazel eyes, “but my dad remarried two months after.”

Your mouth falls open, and you gape at him, a strange gasping sound escaping. “Fuck,”" is all you manage to say. The revelation hits you hard, and you can't believe it. “He really remarried two months after your mother died?” Your voice carries a mix of surprise, hurt, and confusion, echoing the shock that reverberates through your thoughts.

“Yep. That's my dad for you,” he jokes and laughs, yet the lingering hurt is evident in his eyes. “The man couldn't be alone, you know. Some people just can't be alone. So he got in touch with one of his ex-girlfriends,” Jimin's eyes soften as he speaks, but a touch of sadness still shadows his gaze.

“And that's how I found out I had a half-brother,” he exhales, sinking back into the couch. You gape at him, utterly surprised by his revelation, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

“So you had no idea about Jungkook at all?” you ask, your hand instinctively covering your mouth. He shakes his head, a silent confirmation of the tangled web of secrets unraveling before you.

“No. My dad never told me. He admitted he knew immediately when he got Jungkook's mother pregnant. He paid her to stay away, and then, when my mother passed away, he promised her anything and everything she desired.” He clenches his hands, attempting to steady his breath. Despite his efforts, you can sense the struggle, prompting you to squeeze his thigh in reassurance, hoping to anchor him to the present moment.

“But Jungkook is younger than you, right?” you question, trying to reconcile the timeline in your head.

“Oh, yeah. My dad cheated on my mother with Jungkook's mother,” he says, running his hand through his hair, a pained expression crossing his face as he seeks solace in the reassuring grip of your hand.

“The whole thing was really hard on me as a kid, and accepting Jungkook as my brother was a struggle. We fought a lot, you know, all the typical sibling stuff,” he chuckles, the sound carrying a sense of relief and maturity, as if the weight of the past has lightened with time. You can sense they've come a long way since their childhood conflicts, now being grown men.

“What about your dad and Jungkook’s mom?” The question slips out, and you realize that neither Jimin nor Jungkook has spoken about their parents, especially considering you haven’t seen them on the ranch at all.

He takes a deep breath before responding, “They both died in a car accident a few years ago.”

“Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!” you exclaim, berating yourself for asking such a thoughtless question. You don't want to deepen his sorrow any further.

“Oh, it's okay. It happens, people die—that's partly why I just want to live my life to the fullest, you know?” The sadness lingering in his eyes persists, but now you can discern flickers of something more, a burning passion he talks about, the determination to embrace life to its fullest.

Under your hand on his thigh, you can feel his leg shake, and you're left wondering whether it's nervousness or somehow related to his limping. Now that he's shared such personal details, you contemplate whether it's the right moment to broach the subject and inquire about the cause of his limp.

“Jimin, there's something I've been wanting to ask you ever since I returned,” you confess, a twinge of nervousness coursing through you. The question is deeply personal, and you're aware that he might not be comfortable answering. Nonetheless, you're determined to respect whatever choice he makes.

He inches closer, his body melding with yours, the shared warmth creating an intimate cocoon. “What's been occupying your thoughts?” he asks, his voice a gentle invitation.

The words tumble out, a torrent of concern escaping your lips, “Why are you limping?”

The raw honesty hangs in the air, and you wince, wondering if your directness was too much. You cringe internally, hoping your curiosity doesn't come off as intrusive.

The softness in his gaze is accompanied by a profound sadness in his eyes, tugging at your heartstrings and making you ache to envelop him in a comforting embrace.

The revelation unfolds like a carefully guarded secret, his voice carrying the weight of past pain and bitterness. “I was in a riding accident as a teenager. The horse crashed down on my right leg, crushing it. I couldn't walk, underwent surgery, and then grueling therapy to reclaim my mobility. But,” he adds with a hint of lingering hurt, “I'll always have this limping gait.” The anguish in his tone resonates, painting a vivid picture of a tumultuous journey.

Emotion wells up within you, threatening to spill over, but you muster the strength to keep it in check. “Does it ache when you walk for extended periods or ride?”

The concern in your voice echoes the silent understanding that you share this moment, grappling with the reality of his persistent pain.

He graces you with a tender smile. “Yes, it does hurt, but I've grown accustomed to the pain,” he admits with a quiet resilience, revealing a depth of strength beneath the surface.

As you smile, a wave of empathy washes over you, a bittersweet blend of happiness for his strength and sorrow for the pain he endures. Deep down, an earnest wish stirs within you — a longing to ease the burden he carries, if only you could find a way.

“Does it hurt right now?” Concern colors your voice as you inch closer, your question laced with genuine worry. Leaning in, you search his eyes, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of the pain he might be hiding behind that soft smile.

His nod carries the weight of unspoken battles, each subtle movement a testament to the persistent ache he endures, “It does.”

Your hand, poised on his thigh, ventures boldly along the contours of his powerful leg. Locking eyes, you witness the subtle shift in his gaze, growing more intense with each upward movement of your hand. As your fingers edge perilously close to his crotch, you pause, your touch transforming into a soothing massage. A question lingers in the air, “Is this okay?”

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, the sound carrying a breathless quality, reminiscent of a soft moan. You decide not to dwell on that, focusing instead on the intent behind your actions. If your touch can alleviate even a fraction of his pain, you're determined to offer him the relief he deserves.

Your hand tightens its grip on his thigh, and you observe the way he nervously bites his lip. As you massage his thigh, your movements tracing a path from his knee to his crotch and back up, you become aware of the building tension in the room. Your hands start to feel clammy, mirroring the quickening pace of Jimin's breath, matching the rhythm of your own. It dawns on you that, in the process, you're unintentionally exploring intimate territories, practically groping him and feeling him up!

Your hands retreat as if recoiling from a burn, a sudden surge of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. “I'm sorry,” you utter, the words stumbling out, attempting to cloak the awkwardness that now hangs in the air between you two.

A rush of heat floods your cheeks, a vivid blush that likely extends to your ears. You curse your hands for their wanderings and your horny mind.

“It’s okay,” a reassuring chuckle escapes him, though the aftermath of your touch lingers in his eyes, a subtle impact you can't ignore. The flutters in your stomach take flight once more, swirling in a dance of unspoken tension.

“Would you be up for a movie?” you propose, attempting to redirect the conversation and steer clear of the tantalizing thoughts that have momentarily consumed your mind.

“Sure.” He says with a smile, sinking into the comfort of the couch as you scroll through movies on your phone. With a seamless connection, you stream a quirky rom com from your phone to the TV - a foolproof choice for a laid-back evening.

As the movie unfolds its scenes, Jimin gradually inches closer until your bodies meld together; his warmth envelops you, a comforting shield against the world. Drowsiness creeps in, causing your body to lean against Jimin's solid frame. The rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, resonating beneath your ear on his firm chest, creates a soothing lullaby. Oblivious to the movie's narrative, you succumb to a cascade of yawns, surrendering to the peaceful pull of sleep.

Wrapped in Jimin’s embrace, he becomes a haven of security and comfort, a living embodiment of home. In his presence, your tense muscles unwind, and your heartbeat harmonizes with his, creating a comforting rhythm. As relaxation unfurls through your being, your head descends, settling into the warmth of his lap. Unbeknownst to you, soft breaths escape your lips as sleep claims you, while Jimin, tenderly stroking your cheek and hair. Little do you know, three words escape his lips, destined to alter the course of your life.

In the morning, you gradually rouse to the sensation of something firm pressing against your face, yet there's an unexpected tenderness, a gentle caress against your skin. Your pillow, typically mundane, now cradles your head in an oddly satisfying manner, prompting you to nuzzle into it, seeking additional solace. A contented murmur escapes your lips in fatigue as you attempt to stretch your limbs, only to discover the subtle ache that permeates your entire body.

Wait.

Your eyes snap open in realization. This isn't the familiar embrace of your bed, and the comforting pillow beneath your head is anything but ordinary. A surge of awareness courses through you as you come to terms with an unexpected reality – you're sprawled across Jimin's thigh.

More precisely, you’re nestled against his groin, where you abruptly discover the undeniable evidence of his morning arousal.

You spring to attention, the warmth of embarrassment coloring your cheeks, heart racing like a runaway train against your ribcage. In the hazy glow of early morning, you fumble for the most sincere apology you can conjure, breathlessly exclaiming, “Oh, goodness! I'm so sorry!”

As you settle onto the couch, your gaze locks with his still sleepy and drowsy eyes. The realization hits that you both must have drifted off in this intimate position, with you cradled in the warmth of his inviting lap.

Jimin's chuckle resonates like a melodious tune in the early morning, a soothing sound that plays a soft serenade to your ears. Despite your efforts to steady your heartbeat and contain the fluttering sensations, his laughter creates a symphony that dances through the awakening air.

“It's okay. I just woke up,” he rises and stretches, a lazy yawn escaping his lips. Why does he have to look this enticing? His blonde locks cascade in unruly curls, framing a face that's both soft and slightly puffy from sleep. Those pink lips, as if kissed by the night, slightly nibbled, beckon dangerous thoughts. As he stretches, biceps tensing and shirt teasingly riding up, a glimpse of his happy trail emerges, a sight your eyes try to resist but fail. Damn it, you scold yourself, but then his armpit becomes visible, and even that seems inexplicably appealing.

Oh, he smells divine—powdery softness, a hint of sweetness, warmth, and richness all mingling to craft an intoxicating musky scent. It envelops you, leaving your entire being tingling with an irresistible allure.

Jimin appears entirely unfazed, but you're left feeling utterly flustered, convinced your cheeks must be ablaze. “I'm so sorry for dozing off on you. I meant to offer you my bed, but I guess I fell asleep before I could say anything,” you chuckle, trying to shake off the lingering traces of sleep from your weary body.

A sudden realization strikes you like a bolt of lightning.

Oh my god. If you’re sore, Jimin must be too! You practically slept on his injured leg!

“I apologize for your leg—I can't believe I slept on it. I might have undone all the massage from yesterday,” you groan in frustration, scolding yourself for your apparent weakness for this man. He's your childhood friend, the one who came and told you that you belong— at the place you once called home, reigniting something dormant within you, a feeling that has slumbered for centuries, now awakening and blossoming slowly.

“It's really okay,” he assures you with a soft squeeze to your leg. His hand feels firm and warm, mirroring his comforting presence. You realize a desire for more, but you tread carefully on dangerous waters, doing your best to keep your more horny thoughts in check.

“I'll have to head back soon,” he says, punctuating his statement with another heartfelt yawn, a languid stretch emphasizing the inevitable departure.

“Do you like pancakes? I could whip up a batch before you head out,” you suggest, caught between the genuine desire to treat him to a hearty breakfast and the subtle hope that it might extend his stay, sparing him the long drive on an empty stomach.

“Absolutely,” he responds, his soft smile revealing a glimpse of those charmingly crooked teeth. As you rise from your seat and head into the kitchen to whip up the pancakes, a subtle urgency whispers in your mind, warning that if you linger too long, keeping your hands to yourself might become an increasingly challenging feat.

With a culinary flair, you whip up the pancakes in record time, the aroma of warm batter filling the air. As you both settle around the small dining table, the atmosphere is filled with the comforting clinks of cutlery against plates. Amidst bites of fluffy pancakes, Jimin unveils the captivating tale of wild horses roaming the ranch, a narrative that unfolds with tales of Yoongi's quest to tame these untamed spirits, turning them into dependable companions through a gentle, patient approach.

Fascinated, you ponder the intricacies of Jimin's story. “I had no idea such a thing was possible,” you muse, savoring a sip of water as if to quench not just your thirst but also your curiosity.

“Yoongi has a real knack for gentling horses, it's like second nature to him,” he shares, his smile lighting up the room as he effortlessly joins you in tidying up after the meal.

As the moment lingers, a subtle sense of farewell hovers in the air, but you're not quite ready to part ways with Jimin. The warmth of his company, the echoes of the past, all make you wish he didn't have to leave just yet.

Gratitude colors his words as he stands in the hallway, boots on, ready to step out into the world again. “Thank you for having me over,” he expresses, his gaze carrying a blend of sincerity and a hint of reluctance.

“No problem,” you respond with a soft smile, “having you here was truly enjoyable.”

“I hope to see you again, maybe back home?” His gaze lingers in your eyes for what feels like an eternity. There you stand, like a lovestruck fool, anticipating the one thing your brain has been yearning for since you glimpsed his softly bitten lips in the morning. The hope in his voice resonates, causing your heart to beat erratically in your chest once more.

Your gaze rises to meet his, and as he strides closer, his eyes lock onto yours. The proximity is electrifying; you sense his warm breath teasing your face, and anticipation builds as he leans in, closing the space between you.

You surrender to the moment, shutting your eyes as his warm hands cradle your cheeks. A delicate touch, his nose brushes against yours, setting off a delightful jolt that courses through your entire being. Then, in a tender ascent, his plush lips descend upon your forehead, leaving an imprint of warmth that lingers.

Instinctively, your fingers tighten around his biceps, a reflexive response to the unexpected closeness. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as the realization dawns – he's kissing your forehead, a gentlemanly gesture that leaves a trail of warmth lingering on your skin.

He withdraws, and as you open your eyes, his warm, smiling face is the last thing you see. “See you at home,” he whispers, leaving you with a fluttering heart and a lingering promise in the air.

As he gracefully exits the room, descending the stairs with an effortless charm, your heart beats wildly, a flutter of butterflies threatening to carry you away. Your entire being tingles, breath caught in a sweet suspension. A lovestruck smile plays on your lips, lingering like the echo of his presence.

Home.

He wants you to come home.

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Jonathan Davis Gives You a Sexy Birthday Surprise

Warning: explicit/sensitive content, 18+ Smut. Male/female sex (romantic boyfriend/girlfriend theme) foreplay, fingering, oral sex, cunnilingus, handjob, unprotected sex, p in v, finishing inside, edging/denial, fear kink, adrenaline kink

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Summary: You are Jonathan’s girlfriend and it’s your birthday. Normally, it’s a day he’s unable to spend with you due to tour/work obligations. But this year, due to COVID, he is home with you. Because it’s a rare opportunity, you opted to spend the day together instead of inviting friends or family. You’re wondering why Jonathan is acting strangely. It turns out he had several VERY sweet surprises for you… as well as a few VERY spicy ones.

Preface: This story is MUCH more of an emotional/romantic fantasy for me. But sexier aspects of this fic were inspired by a naughty answer Jonathan gave in an old interview. When asked about the last time he had sex outside, he said he had surprised his girl with a car ride in his hatchback. JD quote: “I stuck my girl in the car, up on a hill outside Indigo Ranch, where we recorded the new album. We had the hatchback open and just fucking went for it. It was great.” I thought that was damn HOT (since I am way into public/nature exhibition too haha) …. So I wanted to incorporate that into his “birthday surprise.” But this story has a very romantic/emotional tone as far as what Jonathan’s OTHER surprises for Y/N are. Jonathan has SEVERAL sweet gifts planned for her….something far beyond just a “naughty car ride.”

Story:

The day of your birthday, you chose to just luxuriously sleep in. For once, Jonathan was home with you. The context of COVID-lockdowns/tour postponing, however grim, had given the two of you the opportunity to be together. You had fallen asleep next to him sometime in the middle of the night. The two of you love to sleep in until AT LEAST mid-day. When you woke, you were surprised Jonathan was not sleeping beside you still. Wiping your eyes and sitting up, you peered around the empty room.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you checked the time. It was already 4pm. You were surprised Jonathan hadn’t awakened you when he got up. He usually stumbles awake, sleep-deprived or not, by mid-afternoon. He must be somewhere else in the house. Confused, you unsilenced your phone to check notifications. You had a few well-wishes from friends and one missed call from your parents’ house. Your parents have always been emotionally distant and unresponsive/unsupportive in all ways. They didn’t think much of your celebrity relationship either. But then again, nothing was ever good enough for them. Thoroughly disinterested in meeting Jonathan or seeing you, you were surprised to have even missed a call from them. You checked your voicemail, but they had not left one. You decided against calling back, knowing it would be an inevitably disappointing and empty conversation.

Shaking your head, you moved on with your day. Walking into the kitchen, you found Jonathan looking at something on his computer. When you walked in, he looked a little jumpy and seemed to click away from something he had up on the screen.

“Hey hun,” he said softly, standing up and greeting you.

“Hey…” you replied, sleepily.

“Happy birthday!” Jonathan said as he stepped across the room to give you a big hug.

You gladly accepted his hug and wrapped your arms around him. As the two of you embraced, you realized his dreads were a bit damp and he smelled of his best cologne, clearly freshly out of the shower. He smelled fantastic, but you were a bit surprised. It wasn’t as though you PRESUMED he’d wake you with some “birthday sex” and shower after, but the two of you usually at least shower together whenever you both wake up. So this was quite odd.

“Oh, you already showered huh?” you asked, confused.

Jonathan tensed up and pulled away.

“Yeah! I um… woke up super groggy. Just wanted to wake myself up more,” Jonathan said.

Again, this seemed like an excuse to you… but you didn’t know what he was up to. The two of you exchanged awkward smiles. His eyes were so expressive, you knew you could lock eyes with him and start guessing what he was up to. You looked at his face, searched his eyes, but as soon as you made eye contact with him, he scooted off to the kitchen, tugging at his hair.

“I made you some food!” Jonathan stated, proudly.

You wondered what’s with him, but obviously you were hungry and pleased you didn’t have to whip up anything to eat. Jonathan came back over to the kitchen island as the two of you sat down on the dining stools. He handed you a plate with a few waffles with honey drizzle and some strawberries. It looked delicious.

“Awww thank you,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a big kiss. He beamed at you, brushing some of your “bed hair” out of your face before returning your kiss.

As you began eating, Jonathan was closing some tabs on his computer. You noticed this also. “What was that about?” you wondered. You were hungry though, and kept eating. As you ate, you were still thinking about how disappointing the non-interaction with your parents was. You decided to bring it up.

“So my parents tried to call while my phone was on silent,” you told Jon.

“Oh? What did they have to say?” Jon asked in a soft, disappointed voice. He knew hearing from them is NEVER good news.

“They didn’t say anything. It’s just a missed call, no voicemail. I decided to just leave it alone” you admitted, feeling sadness. There was awkward silence between you and Jonathan as he shook his head. Slowly he put his arm around you.

“Well, you know how they are. I’m sorry though. Really sorry,” Jonathan whispered as he rubbed your shoulder.

You stopped eating for a moment and leaned against his shoulder, burying your face into it. Eager to change the subject, you started talking about how the two of you might spend the day.

“So…. there’s not much to actually DO today, is there?” you asked Jon. With most things closed or with limited hours due to COVID, restaurants and venues were inaccessible. Even parks and nature sites had a lot of restrictions. BASICALLY, your fondest hope for today was going to be hanging out with him, eating food, and hopefully some awesome birthday sex.

Jonathan didn’t respond quickly. Again, it seemed like he was hiding something.

“Ummm… I don’t know. What if we go for a drive?” Jon suggested.

“A drive?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah …. Just….. Get out of the house! We’ve been home so much. It’d be nice, just drive around…. Hmmm?” Jonathan proposed, tugging more nervously at his hair.

“A drive….” you repeated, still dumbfounded. This wasn’t a common thing the two of you did. Drive aimlessly around during COVID with no errands/destination in mind.

“That sounds kind of boring to be honest,” you admitted, looking at Jon.

The nervous smile he had on his face faded perceptibly. He tugged more at his hair, twisting one of his damp dreads in rapid circles as if he was thinking hard….

“You sure?” Jonathan asked, looking nervous and disappointed.

“Yeah. I don’t feel like going out. What if we just put a movie on and hang out in bed?” you suggested.

Jonathan’s smile faded more. TRULY, what you wanted was some birthday sex. You figured watching something together while snuggling would be a pretty good start for that. Jonathan shifted around anxiously on the dining stool.

“Ummm… I don’t know. That sounds kind of lame. I really think we should just get out of the house!” Jon implored.

You were dismayed. “Well…. I don’t know if I’m in the mood for that,” you admitted.

Jon looked VERY dismayed, fidgeting more before speaking again.

“Ummm… I still think it could be cool. It’s a really gorgeous day out. At least think about it, mmkay hun?” Jon softly begged. As he asked you to think about it, he began gently playing with your hair and stroking your cheek/chin with his thumb.

“Ummm.. yeah, I’ll think about it I guess,” you replied quietly, smiling and melting a little.

An aimless drive sounded thoroughly boring, but Jon’s soft voice and playful touches could pretty much invite you to entertain ANY idea. The two of you exchanged smiles.

“But YEAH!! Happy birthday again, hun! Today’s gonna be good, I promise,” Jon said as he brought you in for another hug. You leaned forward on your dining stool to hug him, face pressed against his chest. He smelled really incredible, all freshly showered. Comparatively, you were feeling pretty disheveled.

“Mmfff, guess I should go shower too, huh?” you said, looking up and smiling at him.

“Yeah! I’ll let you get going baby, take your time. I’ll um… hang out here” Jon said as sipped an energy drink and returned to browsing on his laptop. You had to admit, you were a little frustrated. What you REALLY wanted was him to be all over you right now. The depressing phone call incident with your parents had left you kinda desperate to just “feel good.” You hopped in the shower, shaking your head and wondering why he showered without you. A sexy shower would have been a really nice “start” to the day.

Hopping out of the shower and mopping the excess water from your hair, you contemplated how to seduce Jon. Jon was definitely not the type to need much “incentive” to come get you. Unless he was VERY exhausted/distracted, all you ever had to do was ask or initiate ….and he’d usually fuck. Plus, it’s your birthday. He’d be even LESS likely to refuse you TODAY. You decided to make your move. You put on his favorite perfume and instead of getting dressed normally, you threw on his favorite sexy nightgown and lace panties.

You plopped down on the bed, smiling and chuckling to yourself as you prepared to surprise him.

“Hey Jon?” you called out.

“Yeah hun?” you heard Jon reply from the kitchen.

“Can you come help me with something?” you asked, pretending to have a stressed-out tone in your voice, as if you needed “mundane” help of some kind.

You heard Jon stepping down the hall, fully expecting you needed some sort of “normal” help.

“Yeah what’s up, what do you–” Jon said, stopping mid-sentence as he rounded the corner to see you on the bed.

You laughed hard. He cracked a huge grin and let out very nervous laughter.

“Damn….Baby! What…. Wha????” Jon muttered through nervous laughter. He gripped the doorway for balance and shook his head, grinning/laughing.

“I need your help, baby!” you said, playfully.

“Hmmmm…You need my help, huh?” Jon inquired in a soft voice. He stroked his facial hair and gave you a naughty smirk, stepping towards you in the room.

“Mmm-hmmm….” you said in a sexy, hushed voice as you climbed off the bed and stepped towards him. His face and body language showed quite a mix of emotion. He looked VERY aroused, but very apprehensive for some reason.

You stepped right against him, pushing yourself into his arms and grabbing his waist. He was tense against you. You moaned and gently pulled at his neck, inviting him to bend down and start kissing you. Despite his strange, apprehensive behavior, he couldn’t help but respond to how aggressive you were being. He let you pull him down into a sexy kiss. As you began crushing yourself up against him more, you gripped his waist harder. His hands instinctively wrapped around you and gripped your ass. You pushed your crotch more towards his as he squeezed your ass through the nightgown and kissed you harder. He moaned more as his fingers felt the lace of the panties you were wearing, realizing you even had your sexiest lacies on for him.

“Oh... fuck…” he groaned as he gently pulled his mouth off yours. He was breathing harder and you were pretty much throwing yourself at him at this point. Reaching a hand down towards his pants, you gently traced against his dick through them. He moaned more as your hand movements got more aggressive, rubbing his crotch and gently pulling on his hair, inviting him to kiss you again. He gasped a little and tried to speak….

“Baby… ughhh….nnn- … isn’t it a little early for this?” Jon asked, trying to catch his breath.

“Too early? Well shit! I forgot about all the NOTHING we had planned today!!” you retorted, jokingly. You continued feeling him up, stroking his belly through his shirt before playfully reaching a hand up under it to pull it up. The moment your hand went up his shirt, Jon quickly gripped your wrist. He gently but firmly pulled your hand away from his belly. Again, you were shocked/confused. Usually touching/caressing his lower stomach while pressed up against him was a magic BONER recipe.

Jonathan groaned, QUICKLY pulling his t-shirt back down.

“Ughh…fuck…nnn..” he sputtered as he reluctantly took slow steps back from you,

“No. Not right now, baby. Ahhmm… Uh…. I just…. Uh…. DAMN,” Jon stammered. He was trying to catch his breath. He winced and grimaced, backing away from you and fiddling with his hair frantically. He was desperately trying to stop himself from getting carried away and fucking you. Though you didn’t know why he was denying you. There was a tense silence as you stared at him, confused.

“I just… um…didn’t want to get into all this so early! I think we should wait. Just a little bit,” Jon said, lamely. You were baffled. He’d never shut you down like this. Jon rubbed his forehead, trying to catch his breath and tame his erection.

“I really just want you Jon….. I’m sorry,” you replied, confused and embarrassed. He sighed, nervously rubbing his neck and slumping his head down, still grimacing.

“Sorry hun,” Jon said, softly.

You felt rejected. Your cheeks started to flush a little. Jon broke the silence:

“I want you too, baby! Fuck. I REALLY do,” Jon said apologetically, his voice breaking a little.

“I just - uhmm… want to wait a little bit, mmkay?” Jon asked.

“Ummmm. Ok. Sorry,” you said… turning away from him and shaking your head. This was all so strange. What was going on? He always LOVED it when you gave him a random/freaky invite to fuck. Didn’t ever matter the time of day as long as he didn’t have somewhere he had to be.

“I’m… gonna go back to the kitchen for a bit… But… PLEASE come back out when you get dressed! Okay?” Jon asked, still trying to catch his breath and calm his “nerves.”

“Uh, yeah, ok…” you replied, disappointed. Shaking your head, you got dressed in a normal outfit. It was a warm, spring day. You decided on a short, button-front sundress and a lightweight black jacket.

You met Jonathan back in the kitchen. He greeted you with a beaming smile and shut the laptop once again as you entered the room.

“Baby! C'mon, I really want to take you on that drive,” Jonathan begged, excitedly.

“Damn… you and this drive….okay, fine,” you said… mildly irritated. He took your hand and held it tenderly as you walked out to the car together. He decided to drive the spacious hatchback. Though not the fastest/sleekest luxury car he has, it’s definitely the most spacious and comfortable. You never thought “lavish” cars that go fast could turn you on, but you had to admit, riding in any of his luxury cars was always a ton of fun. You hopped in the passenger seat as Jonathan’s keys jingled and he hopped in the driver’s side. He put on the radio nice and loud as he drove like a badass and sped away with you.

You weren’t sure where he was taking you but it seemed he had a very definite destination in mind. As he drove, he held the steering wheel with one hand and reached over towards your lap with the other. The car was traveling down the more winding, rural roads, getting farther away from the city. He sped as much as possible, taking turns with quite an aggressive edge. His big hands started rubbing your knees as he worked his way up your thighs. You’d already felt aroused, but his sharp/fast driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on you REALLY had you going.

“Hmmm, okay you win Jon, a drive was definitely a good idea,” you chuckled as his hand started caressing further up your thighs.

Jon chuckled and stole a glance at you with a big smirk on his face, nodding his head.

As he drove you further away from the city, he pushed his hand further up your dress until it was inches from your panties.

“Baby, do me a favor, hmm?” Jon cooed.

“Yeah?” you asked in a sly, curious tone.

“Shut your eyes for me….. Keep them shut… Where we’re going is a surprise,” Jon said in a quiet, sultry voice.

Your heart jumped. It was starting to make sense now. You didn’t know what exactly he had in mind, but you KNEW there’d been a reason he’d wanted this drive so badly. Shutting your eyes with a smile on your face, you softly replied: “okay baby.”

You heard Jon let out a naughty chuckle and rub/pat your thighs with his warm hand as you felt the car pick up speed. It was such a SMOOTH ride, it made the speed feel a bit surreal. In a normal car, this speed would have felt bumpy… but in THIS car, it felt like you were just flying. Hearing the gentle hum of the powerful engine and feeling his hand tease your thighs and stop JUST short of your pussy, it was extremely seductive. Jon kept driving. Your heart raced a bit. With your eyes shut, it made the ride a bit more frightening. If you had your eyes on the speedometer and were aware of your surroundings, it wouldn’t be quite as scary. But, with your eyes shut, unsure where you were or how much he was speeding, you felt powerful jolts of adrenaline/arousal.

Your body slid around on the seat as gravity forced it in different directions depending on how Jon was pulling the car. You shifted around, feeling the sharp turns of the rural, winding roads. As your heart raced with fear, you began opening your eyes, trying to steal a peek. Jon stole a glimpse at you.

“Don’t you DARE baby!!!” Jon teased.

You quickly shut your eyes again, smiling and nervously laughing a little.

Jon’s hand worked its way to your pussy and slowly teased it. You moaned and instinctively put one of your hands over his, encouraging him to touch it while he sped the car. You felt the car pick up speed even more and take some sharp turns while he rubbed your clit harder through your panties. Your breath caught in your throat. Breathless and turned on, you had to just shake your head in amazement. Jon had a LOT of experience seducing women in a variety of manners. This was definitely one of them.

You HAD to admire his “multi task” ability, speeding around in a badass car while pleasing you. You TRIED not think about how much “practice” he’d had at this seduction game with other women. It was amusing though. He was DAMN good at seduction. Jon’s hand dipped further into your open legs, gently rubbing your pussy entrance with two fingers through the exterior of your panties. You gasped a little. It felt so good. The engine kept revving as you felt his fingers move your panties to one side and push against your slit. You were losing your mind. As the car sped, he began gently fingering you. You were very wet and also a little bit scared, since he was definitely doing a rather risky “multitask.” You couldn’t guess the car’s speed but it felt like he might be driving at least 80-90mph. You heard your heartbeat pounding in your ears, as you resisted the urge to open your eyes. You trusted him to know what he was doing.

Jonathan let out dark, low chuckles watching your reactions. You must have had a blissful/nervous expression on your face. He started fucking your pussy more aggressively with his hand. The car was slowing a bit and you felt fewer sharp turns. You wondered if perhaps he was nearing whatever destination he was bringing you to. As your pussy dripped against his hand, Jon decided to tease you even more. He slipped his fingers out of you and slowly rubbed/traced his fingers them against your belly and upwards towards your breasts. He squeezed and caressed your hard nipples.

“Oh shit…ugh…yeah this was a good birthday surprise” you whimpered.

Jonathan let out a sly laugh.

“Oh trust me baby… I’m not done surprising you,” Jon said in a quiet voice.

You felt indescribable excitement. WHAT was he up to?

He moved his big hand off of your breasts and up towards your face. He traced his thumb on your chin and rubbed his middle/index finger along your mouth. Having your eyes closed made it even more seductive. Not knowing where/how he was going to touch you next. You playfully licked/sucked his middle/index finger while keeping your eyes shut.

You heard Jon let out a moan before saying, “fuck….” in a quiet voice. Clearly loving the sensation of how naughtily you sucked on his fingers. He let you continue teasing his fingers for a second. You could hear him gasp and clear his throat as he tried to compose himself and keep driving. As you tasted yourself a little on his fingers, he slowly slid them out of your mouth. You were left hanging for a moment, feeling the movement of the car as it took another sharp turn down a different winding road. Then you felt his wet fingers rub back against your pussy again. You couldn’t resist and decided to try to “help him out,” with his “multitask.” Pulling your own panties to the side and pushing on his hand, you helped guide his fingers back inside you as he drove.

Jon let out a soft grunt, getting more aroused. You heard him shift around on his seat. Jonathan was getting hard and increasingly difficult for him to stay composed and safely drive while his girl was getting off in the passenger seat. He fingered you more firmly and you gently lulled your head against the comfortable passenger side headrest. Jon’s hand was growing clammy and you could feel it trembling a little. It was clearly getting trickier for him to concentrate on driving.

You felt the car gradually slow and wondered if you were finally reaching the “secret” destination. The car came to a slow stop as you heard Jon switch gears into park. You kept your eyes shut, listening to Jon as he tried to catch his breath and compose himself. He slowly slid his fingers out from your warm pussy and turned the car off. You had a big smile on your face as you sat patiently, eyes closed.

“Baby?” Jon said softly/sweetly.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“You can open your eyes now,” Jon whispered.

You opened your eyes. Jon had driven you to a vantage point overlooking the city from a rural location. The view of the city at dusk was vibrant hues of red/orange through a smoky/hazy sky. It looked like a dream. You caught yourself for a second, almost forgetting your horniness. It was such a beautiful view. Jon watched your eyes light up and smiled as you took in the view.

“You like it?” Jon inquired.

“Yeah! It’s beautiful. Been awhile since we got out of the city and saw anything like this. Wow,” you admitted, awestruck. You peered out the car windows to check out the rest of your surroundings. Jon had driven you to what looked like an abandoned rural park. There were old benches and a dilapidated swing set and kid’s slide off in the distance. But the park, as a whole, looked so overgrown with weeds/shrubs and foliage, you could tell no one had been there for a long time.

“Whoa..it’s like.. A ghost park!” you remarked.

“Yeah, haha… that was what I was browsing when you came into the kitchen earlier. I didn’t want you to know,” Jon admitted in a sly voice while grinning wider and playing with his hair.

“I wanted to take you somewhere with a great view… but definitely not some tourist spot. Lotta those were closed anyway…. I also wanted to pick something where we don't risk…. getting caught,” Jon said in a naughty voice.

You looked back at him with a huge smile, shaking your head and LOVING the way he thinks.

“I did a bunch of research on really fucking rural, out of the way spots….” Jon explained. You were somewhat dumbfounded. You LOVED his naughty surprise. You weren’t sure what to do first. Take in the view and just cuddle him across the seat divider, or TOSS yourself at him. His face looked so sweet, you just went with your first instinct. You thanked him and went in for a kiss.

“Thank you baby, you’re the best,” you whispered before stroking his face and leaning across the seat divider as Jon leaned across to kiss you back. The two of you shared a slow, sweet kiss as Jon gently gripped the side of your neck, caressing it with his hand while kissing you. As you slowly stopped kissing, Jon cleared his throat again. He was clearly trying to compose himself. He had more tricks up his sleeve.

“Wait right here,” Jon said, excitedly. He quickly got out of the driver’s side and walked back behind the car, popping the trunk and unloading some things he had secretly packed the car with earlier. He came back and started filling the backseat with some items he had stashed. There were two pillows, a big blanket, and a cooler. You were PRETTY sure what the bed supplies were for, but curious about the cooler. Jon saw your eyes move towards the cooler. He looked at you, smiling, before opening the cooler lid and showing you what was inside.

“Um.. it’s just snacks and shit….Ha- uhhm…. I didn’t wanna drive you all the way out here to do …. stuff… and, um.. Not even bring SNACKS…HA.. I figured we might want them eventually...” Jonathan explained through giddy/sexually excited laughter.

You saw several sodas/energy drinks, some water bottles, sandwiches and bags of chips/cookies. You cracked up. Your hand went to your mouth as you shook your head more, LOVING the way he thinks. The two of you just got quiet while smiling. You looked all around ... unsure what to do first.

The view on the smoggy sunset hillside and the ethereal look of the abandoned park at sundown honestly was beautiful. You truly needed a moment to just take it all in before you and he launched into anything “more.” You got out of the passenger side and Jon set the cooler on the ground by the car, stepping towards you. He came up behind you and caressed your waist, pulling you into his arms. You held his arms as they wrapped around you and the two of you stared at the view for a minute. Jon leaned down towards your face from behind, giving you a soft/wet kiss on the cheek and whispering into your ear. “Happy birthday, baby,” Jon said softly.

You couldn’t resist turning around and proffering your face for another big kiss. Your height difference made it difficult. You reached up towards his shoulders and prompted him to lean down. He bent down and kissed you, moaning and squishing you against him.

You were still so turned on from the “wild ride” up to the destination. Again, you pressed against him harder. You felt so in love with him at this moment. Smelling him, kissing him and breathing harder as his hand stroked and gently squeezed your neck. You grew weak in his arms while he moved his mouth to your neck, leaving wet kisses as he gripped your ass and slipped a hand more into it between your cheeks. He gently pushed you against the side of the car as the two of you continued to make out.

The smell of the nature around the two of you was intoxicating also. Smelling the mix of smog and beautiful springtime flowers/weeds in this overgrown natural park/garden was intoxicating. Smelling it WHILE getting seduced by him was even more overwhelming. Jon’s hands moved up to the small of your back. He had you feeling like you and he were a couple of teenagers, making out and getting ready to fuck out in this beautiful, rural spot. Jon picked you up around the hips while kissing you harder. You just closed your eyes. You trusted him to carry you to whatever spot was best for fucking… and you got increasingly lost in his kiss.

You opened your legs more, draping them on either side of his torso. He set you down on the hood of the car while continuing to massage his tongue against yours. As you whimpered a little, your hands began reaching into his shirt, sliding against his belly. You felt him tense up a little. He kept kissing you, but his hands began to shake. You caressed his belly more and started to playfully lift his shirt up once again. He tensed up hard and pulled away from you.

Again, you were SO confused. Jon had a giddy/nervous look on his face, pulling his shirt down and taking a few steps away from where he had been pressed between your open legs.

“What’s with you, Jon? Isn’t THAT why we drove me up here?” you asked.

“Ummm… that’s only PART of the reason I brought you up here,” Jon explained, rubbing his neck and smiling nervously. He paused, staring down at your lap. He couldn’t help but lose his train of thought, gazing at the gorgeous view of your panties/pussy under the sundress. You were still sitting on the car hood, legs open, waiting for him. You slowly closed your legs and pushed your dress down, allowing him a chance to “collect himself” and refocus.

Jon let out some more giddy laughter, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. Eventually he spoke.

“So…. there was a reason I hadn’t been letting you.. Um.. touch me. There was a reason I didn’t shower with you or … let you see me naked earlier,” Jon admitted in an apologetic/nervous voice. You were totally lost and curious. What was the reason?

“Why?” you demanded.

“Well… it would have spoiled one of your other birthday presents,” Jon said, cracking a huge smile. Staring at him, you had no idea what he meant. He playfully beckoned to you, inviting you to come stand next to him. You slowly slid off the hood of the car and took careful steps towards him. He had a beaming smile, grinning at you and still looking very nervous.

You stood up close next to him.

“I didn’t want you to lift my shirt up for a reason,” Jon admitted in a soft/sweet voice.

You locked eyes with him, baffled.

“But you can now …. If you want,” Jon whispered as he looked down at his shirt and belly. Curious and excited, you gingerly lifted his shirt to look at his belly. At first you were totally lost. What were you supposed to notice? Jon looked at you with a goofy smile, waiting for you to notice.

It took you a minute but you saw he had a new tattoo towards the right side of his lower tummy. It was your name, tattooed in a beautiful, elaborate font. The font made each letter of your name appear carefully woven into a pattern of small leaves. Your name was etched onto him like a miniature garden on his belly. It took your breath away. You couldn’t believe he had done this for you. He has plenty of tattoos, several for family/loves who hold great meaning to him. But you honestly never expected he would get one for you. It was beyond beautiful.

“Oh my god….. Jon….” you whispered, holding back tears.

“You like it?” Jon asked, nervously.

You looked up at his eyes. He looked giddy and nervous, almost afraid of your reaction. The two of you had spent plenty of time together. You had LIVED together for a while even. But you STILL didn’t know exactly how much significance you held for him. At that moment, it became clear. You felt tears rising in your eyes. Tears of happiness…. But still.. Tears. Jon’s smile faded as he realized how profound your reaction was.

“Oh! Hun? No! ... don’t cry,” Jon said softly. He pulled you against him in a huge hug, unsure what else to do. You tried to suppress your happy/surprised tears as you held him….

“I love you! I couldn’t think how else better to show you,” Jon whispered as he held you.

“I love you too Jon….. I love you forever,” you admitted as you pressed your face into his chest and held him tight.

“I love you forever too, girl,” Jon replied softly. “That’s why I did it,” he explained in a soothing voice.

“I just want you to have a good birthday for once, mmkay?” Jon asked.

“Oh … believe me.. I am. Thank you for everything,” you replied.

Jon slowly let you out of the embrace and gave you a warm smile and grin.

“You’re welcome, baby. Like I said. LEAST I could fuckin do,” he said through chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a little. He was so happy you reacted well to the tattoo. He truly didn’t know what YOU would think of him taking that step and putting your name on him either. Jon was fairly certain you adored him… but he’d kept the depth of how he felt about you somewhat secret until now.

Naturally, you wanted to look at the tattoo more. Teasingly, you lifted his shirt back up as he happily looked down at you as you stared at the artwork.

“It’s beautiful. Why did you decide to put me THERE?” you asked, curious.

“Uhm… ha… it’s funny you should ask. I’ve had a nervous fucking stomach most of my life. Puked a LOT. Especially when stressed out… or before shows or… when I was depressed….pissed…all that. Since I knew you… that’s been happening a lot less. My stomach’s kinda…. healed a bit,” Jon admitted. “So…. I thought it’s a good place to put you,” Jon explained, softly. You looked back up at his face, once again overwhelmed. You were touched.

Jon cracked a naughtier smile and added: “AND …um.. You seem to really… enjoy that part of my body,” he added, chuckling a deep, sexy chuckle. You let out some naughty laughter also. It was very true. You LOVED touching/caressing his belly. It always tended to be your segway before moving your hands lower on his body. The two of you laughed together, starting to feel more aroused again. The light was getting lower as the sun dimmed on the horizon. Some light breeze began and it was surprisingly chilly. It had been a fairly warm evening but it was starting to get cold. As the wind hit the two of you, you shivered a little.

Jon saw this and pulled you against his body again. The two of you held each other as you felt his body warmth heating you up. You definitely wanted to “pick up where you left off” on the drive up this hill. Looking up at his face as some wind blew the scraggly bits of hair at the tip of his scalp, you whispered “let’s get back in the car.” Jon’s eyes grew sultry and wanton, and he silently nodded. He took your hand and the two of you speed walked towards the back seat and climbed in together. Sitting side by side, Jon pulled the blanket over the two of you in the spacious back seat. Jon placed a pillow on either side of the two of you behind your backs.

You shivered a little as you got comfortable against him, hearing the wind picking up and howling around the car windows. Feeling a mix of love and horniness for him after all his gestures, you just took it all in.

“You okay, hun?” Jon asked, reaching his arm across your shoulder.

“Yeah, definitely okay. More than okay,” you said quietly. You just wanted to touch him now. He looked at you with a relieved, slowly forming a warm smile.

Jon looked relieved and draped his other hand over your legs, his warm hand rubbing your cold thighs.

Jon went in for a kiss, gently opening his mouth against yours and rubbing his hand more seductively on your upper thighs. He began holding you closer, pulling your thighs more across his legs. He went slow. This wasn’t meant to be a quick hillside fuck. Jon planned to take his time on you out here. Gradually kissing and moving his hand between your legs, he rubbed your pussy and warmed you back up until you were more than ready to get into it. You leaned yourself up on the car seat as Jon helped bring your knees up and face him. He opened your legs and reached his hands up on either side of your hips under your dress, tracing around your panties.

Slowly pulling them off and down your legs, he took in the gorgeous view of your naked pussy under your short dress. Starting to feel a lot “warmer” now, you took your little jacket off as well. Jon slowly crawled up against you, gently crushing you against the pillow and passenger side door. Your pussy had already been wet. You’d wanted him at home. You’d wanted him on the way up this hill. But paired with his other gifts to you…. Now you REALLY wanted him. Finding your clit perked up and your pussy slick, he cracked a huge grin.

“Already feeling pretty good, huh?” Jon teased. You laughed and nodded, reaching out to stroke his facial hair. He easily slid two fingers back into you while french kissing you and pushing himself harder against you. The sun was getting lower on the horizon. Both of you kind of “felt your way” around each other’s bodies in the twilight. Not as comfy as a bed but the seats were soft and the lack of space in the car made it almost hotter than fucking in a proper place.

The two of you had to get even closer/more creative shifting arms and legs around so you could prepare to fuck each other. Jon slid his fingers in and out, pushing/massaging up against the roof of your pussy. He had you going HARD. His massage inside you felt incredible and you wrapped a leg against him as he pressed his other hand against the passenger door for balance. The two of you continued like this for a bit until he started moaning more. You were more than ready to let him to fuck you. Stroking his gorgeous stomach and reaching down towards his belt buckle, you pushed yourself upward in the seat a little and started trying to get his pants undone.

“Shhh… slow down hun,” Jon cooed. “I wanna taste you first,” Jon whispered.

“FUCK,” you thought to yourself. You were already ready to cum, but Jon clearly intended to take his time on you up on this hill. “Honestly I’m so close to cumming, Jon,” you admitted, laughing. “You don’t have to hahah, we can just fuck” you continued, extremely aroused.

“I want to, baby,” Jon said softly, lifting your dress up more and stroking your lower stomach and pussy as he slid down the seat and knelt his knees on the floor, crouching against your open legs. As your thighs trembled in anticipation, Jon stroked your stomach and teased your pussy, breathing against it and giving it gentle kisses. “Oh fuck,” you whispered, shutting your eyes.

Jon began licking your clit and pressing two fingers back inside you, massaging your pussy more while continuing to stroke your lower stomach with his free hand. It was beyond blissful, leaving you gasping. He continued like this, giving your clit and pussy an unrelenting/intense massage with his fingers and tongue. “FUCK…. I’m gonna cum….Seriously Jon!!! I wanna …ugahhhhh” (your words caught in your throat as Jon simply continued as he if didn’t hear your words.) “You.. y,.. Ahhhh… you can just fuck me now!!” you pleaded. Jon slowly pulled his head out from between your legs, though he continued massaging the inside your pussy while he spoke. “Just cum for me, baby. I’ll still fuck you after.. You can cum more than once … we’ve got time,” Jon suggested in a naughty voice.

You cracked up through whimpers/moans. That’s a good idea. Why were you so braindead you couldn’t have thought of that? You laughed and whispered, “fuck… ok then …. Ha….” and threw your head back, shutting your eyes and letting him continue. He pushed his fingers more firmly into you, massaging your pussy hard while licking all around it. He alternated flicking his tongue against your clit with licking/sucking on the inner lips of your pussy.

“Ahhhhh, you’re gonna make me cum!” you squealed. Jon didn’t say anything. He just squeezed one of your thighs harder, getting ready to feel it. He pressed his head more firmly against your pussy and sped the pace of the firm massage with his fingers. Your legs started to shake hard. He flicked and twitched his tongue more aggressively against your clit with his head pressed hard into your open legs. With his free hand he gripped one of your hips firmly in place as you wriggled around. Jon was so good at oral, the sensation would get a bit overwhelming and make your clit almost ache as you got close to an orgasm. You would always start bucking your hips too much. He knew this, so he would always grip one of your hips and hold it firmly in place whenever he brought you off this way.

ou gasped as your orgasm overtook you. Instinctively, you arched your back up against his face/fingers as you came. Letting out a very loud moan, you felt tremendous relaxation/pleasure wash over you as you had your “first” orgasm in the car. Jon let out some muffled moans/heavy breathing from between your legs as he felt you cum on his face. Your pussy kept spasming and your clit vibrated/ached from the sensation overload and you just KEPT cumming.

You had finished so hard, a bit of squirt escaped against Jon’s fingers and facial hair. He just continued licking your pussy and letting you ride his face as you finished cumming. Slowly, you stopped moaning and shaking. You slumped your weak thighs on either side of Jon’s shoulders. Hearing the wind howl around the car as things grew quiet, Jon slowly slumped his head against your inner thigh, breathing heavily. Feeling the intensity of your orgasm had his dick aching with the need to fuck. He didn’t just like pleasing you, it also turned him on incredibly. The whole time he’d been down on you, he’d been WISHING he could just fuck you. His cock had been so hard for so long it was growing quite painful. But he was determined to finish you off before losing his composure and just fucking you. It was your birthday after all.

He loved when you came hard enough to squirt, and he LOVED knowing what he’d just done for you. You opened your hazy eyes to look down at him as you weakly muttered some thanks. Jon chuckled and gave you a wicked grin, continuing to stroke and mop clean some of his facial hair that you’d wetted. “Oh fuck… uh… sorry Jon,” you said, realizing you must have just squirted on his face.

“Shit, don’t be sorry. Ha.. uh…It’s a compliment. Guess I did good?” Jon teasingly questioned while giving you his dirtiest facial expression. You groaned and mumbled “mmm-hmmm,” with your voice breaking. Jon gently stroked the top of your pussy with his hand and finished wiping his wet facial hair with the other. You slowly recovered, crawling your way back into a sitting position on the seat and lowering your sundress with Jon’s help. He sat next to you and let you relax against his chest. He groaned, dick sore, trying to not be impatient and just pin you down and fuck you. You were rather spent and elated from that powerful orgasm.

Jon winced while uncomfortably shifting around in his seat. He was feeling unpleasantly full and desperate to relieve his dick. He’d had to deny you for sex back at home because the stomach tattoo would have revealed the surprise. But he’d been horny since he rounded the corner of the bedroom earlier, the first time you offered yourself up on the bed. He’d been quite horny on the drive, watching your reactions and getting you off on the ride up. He’d been INCREDIBLY horny when he had you propped up on the car hood. He’d been ready to BUST the whole time he was down on you. You could hear his raspy, frustrated breathing and groans. Gradually, you lifted your head from where it had been lulled against him. He was wincing and you realized just how tense he was.

Exchanging glances with him, he looked almost woozy. Then you glanced down at his pants, noticing his raging erection fighting hard against the zipper.

“Oh wow…” you laughed.

“Yeah…I um… ughhh…” Jon muttered, unable to say much. You gave him a huge grin and wordlessly climbed atop his lap. Your pussy was still exposed under your dress. You straddled his lap and hungrily kissed him while he let you take control. While kissing him, you reached down to undo his belt and pants zipper. He grunted and reached down, helping you undo it. You kept your thighs raised up on either side of his lap, hovering over him. Once his fly was down, you pushed your hand into his boxers and gripped his dick. He let out a gasp as you freed his cock out from his boxer flap. It sprang out, all the way up. Jon gripped the base of his cock, gasping for air and waiting to feel you slide onto his lap. You lowered your pussy back down onto his dick and braced yourself against his shoulders as he gripped you around the waist.

He sighed and then inhaled a huge breath as he entered you. It felt indescribably good to him. You started riding his lap fast and firmly. His whimpers immediately got more desperate. You tightened/flexed your hips up and down against him in delicious writhing movements. Jon moaned louder while gripping you hard around the hips, helping you ride his lap. He was already so close. He wanted you to come again but he was on the verge of losing it. Growing weak, he just held onto you as you aggressively fucked him. The oral he gave you had turned you on so much, you just wanted him to relax and not have to “do all the work.” You just rode his lap faster and harder.

Jon was sweating in copious amounts, trying to restrain himself from coming too quickly. But you were getting him off too much. His orgasm hit him without warning with a few minutes of your rampant movements atop him. He winced and grit his teeth as he gave in to unbelievable relief. “UghhAAhhhh.. Nu-agghh!!!!” Jon stammered as he came inside you. He grabbed you in a tight hug while losing control and filling you. He gasped and winced, overtaken by feeling WAY too good. Jon usually had it in him to pace himself more. But he had been so full, all it took was that minute or two riding his lap before he had to let go. He kept busting HARD, digging his nails into your back. You returned his embrace as he came, gently gripping his wet hair and wordlessly holding him. As he got done whimpering and whining, you could hear the wind around the car again as you both exhaled and relaxed.

“Fuck!” Jon yelped, blushing. “Um…. sorry…. You felt a little too good, baby,” Jon continued, apologetically.

“It’s ok,” you said, stroking his hair and slowly sliding your pussy off his dripping dick. You had no idea what to clean up with. Some things about this drive had not been thought through.

“.....We made a mess,” Jon admitted, giggling nervously and feeling more embarrassed. You shifted around on his lap, realizing your inner thighs were getting wet from the cum dripping out of you. The two of you just laughed for a second, confused as to what to do next. There was almost no light in the car, and limited options for how to handle this “mess.” You felt around next to where you still sat, straddling Jonathan’s lap. Your hands felt some cloth and you realized it was your panties, still next to the two of you on the car seat. Leaning across Jon’s lap as far as you could without losing your balance, you grabbed them.

“Just use these,” you said while offering him your panties and laughing more.

Jon shook his head, wiping sweat off his forehead and mopping his wet, sweaty beard.

“Umm… are you sure?” Jon asked.

“Yeah. It’s fine baby. I don’t need them for the rest of our time up here,” you said in a naughty voice. Jon let out a dark chuckle. You handed him your panties and he started cleaning up his lap and leaking dick until he was dry enough to put his cock away and relax in the seat. You wiped down your inner thighs.

Jon groaned sleepily, a dazed expression on his face. The two of you were groggy and feeling pretty damn satisfied. Jon slowly reached up and covered the two of you with a blanket. The two of you placed the pillows more comfortably on either side of you and just held each other sleepily, hearing crickets and wind around the car. Nothing needed to be said. At home, the light from device screens and interior home light made it easy to stay awake long after dark and into the night. But out here in nature, the adrenaline/release of cumming mixed with the peaceful, dark night had the two of you falling asleep. In short order, you were both slumped against each other on the seats, passed out asleep. The two of you remained that way for many hours into the night.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you woke slightly, realizing your neck and shoulders were sore from the slumped position you were in against Jon’s body. You started groaning, remembering where you were. The wind outside had picked up even more and you heard light raindrops hitting the roof of the car and smacking against the car windows. The inside of the car was still fairly warm though, and you were still warm under the blanket with Jon. The windows were still fogged from the body warmth the two of you had generated in there.

Your wriggling around as you rubbed your neck and shoulders woke Jon. He made some soft humming/groaning noises as he woke up. The two of you could barely see anything, but you gradually oriented yourselves and touched each other in the dark, laughing softly as you realized the context of how you wound up in this configuration.

“Doin’ ok, hun?” Jon whispered. “Yeah haha, my neck’s kinda sore.. But ok.. Definitely. Can’t see shit though,” you said, trying to feel for his face in the dark.

“Ha.. um.. Hang on a sec,” Jon said as he fumbled around the car seats and looked for his phone in the cupholder between the two front seats. Flipping his phone flashlight on, light shown in the car and Jon moved the beam around as he crawled back into the back seat with you and relaxed more.

“What time is it?” you inquired.

“Hmmm… 1am,” Jon said, rubbing his forehead and shaking his head with a grin.

“Damn, haha…..we must have been DONE for,” you said.

“Yeah, haha…. Do you- wanna just head back now, or?” Jon asked.

You thought for a second, taking in the peaceful ambiance up on the hill with the rain/wind sounds outside the car.

“Um… not really. I’m down to stay out here a bit longer… unless YOU wanna head back,” you admitted.

“Nah, I’m down to stay out here too,” Jon said softly. The two of you moaned/giggled quietly for a moment. You were both still very sleepy and disoriented though.

“I’m kind of hungry though,” you admitted.

“Yeah…. Me too haha…” Jon said as he looked around the car with the flashlight trying to spot the cooler.

Where the hell was it? Both of you were baffled for a minute. Jon slowly smacked his forehead, shaking his head, as he had the epiphany of where the cooler actually was. He wordlessly hopped out of the car and brought the cooler back inside the vehicle. It was STILL outside the car from when he set it on the ground earlier before the two of you got “carried away.” You and Jon laughed more, realizing how silly it was. It had DEFINITELY “slipped your mind.” Luckily the food was still in-tact and the sodas/drinks were fairly cool.

Wordlessly and sleepily, the two of you ate some food together and gradually woke up.

“Havin’ a good birthday?” Jon teased while finishing his sandwich.

“Ha, definitely the best birthday ever,” you replied, stting with your legs crossed, the blanket covering your lap, trying to warm up your legs. You still had no panties on and definitely weren’t about to put the ones you two “used” back on yourself. As the two of you recovered and felt more awake/alert, you and Jon were both massaging your sore necks/shoulders. Falling asleep in the car wasn’t the best decision. The view out the car windows was nonetheless beautiful. There was still the distant city light, some moonlight and some visible stars between batches of clouds/rain.

“So, you wanna just stay up here till the sun comes up or something?” Jon asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you replied sleepily, taking in the ambiance.

“Ok hun, sounds good to me too. Lemme try to get this fucking car more comfy then….” Jon said as he shifted around against the backseats.

“Scoot forward for a sec,” Jon warned. You sat forward in the seat as he pulled a little lever on the back seats and got them to recline all the way back. The back seats converted into a fully reclined position to form a mini couch/bed in the spacious back of the hatchback, similar to a travel sedan layout. Jon chucked the pillows up at the top by the reclined headrests. The two of you slowly/carefully lay back against the soft, cushiony reclined seats. Jon opened the sunroof so the two of you could stare up at the sky as the clouds slowly covered/uncovered the moon.

It was damn peaceful and you just got comfy against his chest again. He wrapped an arm behind your neck and pulled you close. The two of you took it in for a while while saying nothing. You just listened to him breathe and felt peaceful. After some time had passed, Jon couldn’t resist. He was pleased to know he’d made your day this much. His mind began replaying the “fun” you had earlier and he wanted more of you. He shifted around, moving his body to face you. He kissed your cheek and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. You turned your body to face him more against the seats.

Jon spent some time kissing and feeling you up. He reached up under your dress and squeezed your breast. You moved one of your thighs across his lap and wrapped it around his lower body. In the dark, Jon fumbled around trying to find the buttons on the cleavage portion of your short dress. You reached a hand up to help him unbutton them and free your breasts so he could play with them more. He pressed his crotch harder against you while playing with your breasts. He slipped his other back back between your thighs and started rubbing your pussy again.

The two of you continued like this for some time as he reopened your pussy with his fingers and continued gently squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You whined more and moved a hand down to his pants to rub his dick. The two of you lay side by side as you felt your way around his pants buckle and zipper. Jon slid his pants and boxers down his legs while staying reclined next to you…. Taking a moment to push them down his knees and off his feet. Your breasts were out and your pussy was exposed so there was really no need for you to take the skimpy dress off. Jon left his t-shirt on and carefully crawled on top of you.

You gladly spread your legs for him and felt his warm dick begin to poke against your thigh in the dark. Jon took some time licking, sucking and gently biting on your exposed breasts while you had your legs parted in anticipation. He just knelt between your inviting thighs and let your pussy get increasingly wet, teasing your breasts. Your pussy dripped as your nippled got more erect from the sensation of Jon taking them into his mouth like this. You cradled the back of his head and stroked the back of his hair.

The two of you could NOT see what the hell you were doing in the dark so you both fumbled around in the confined space as you found a comfortable position to start fucking in. You heard Jon lick his fingers and palm a bit before feeling him press it to your pussy opening for a bit of extra lubrication. You sighed and gripped his hair as he massaged and teased your entrance. Even though he had cum hard earlier, he was already extremely aroused again. Happy to be able to “take his time” this time around. You felt his weight press atop as he braced himself against the seat and slowly slid his dick back into you. The two of you stayed somewhat quiet at first, just moaning and sighing. You were both still a bit sleepy, but this felt amazing. Fucking in the middle of the night in this ghost park.

Jon cradled the back of your head and let out lots of soft grunts as he took slow pumps into you. Feeling his belly pressed against yours as you fucked… you remembered the gorgeous tattoo he now has on that belly of his. You smiled in the dark and held him tighter as he pushed deeper into you. The two of you fucked for a good long time before getting carried away. Jon was determined to let you cum first. Even as his cock began to ache with the need to release, he kept fucking you at a slower pace so he didn’t “lose it” again. As you got closer, you felt around searching for Jonathan’s face in the dark. Finding his face, you pulled the back of his head down towards your face, inviting him to kiss you. Bracing himself against your body with his shoulder, he leaned down towards your lips while fucking you faster. The two of you exchanged a wet, open mouth kiss. His tongue massaged against yours as he picked up speed, desperate to feel you cum.

He writhed his hips more firmly against you, taking long, deep, hard pumps. Your noises grew far louder, as did his. Being in a somewhat cold car, under a warm blanket with you, pushed between your warm thighs and feeling your slick pussy grip around, Jon’s dick was throbbing badly. The two of you were losing control. Both of your moans were turning into screams. You gulped a little, trying to suppress your noise. Jon spoke:

“It’s ok baby. Scream for me…. No one’s gonna hear us,” he said through grunts and pumps.

You gladly did as he said, getting as loud as you wanted. Hearing you get this loud always drives Jon wild. He could hardly stand this anymore. Your pussy started quivering and pulsating. As Jon felt this he started grunt/screaming and pumping harder and faster into you. You could feel the car shaking/rocking a bit as he fucked you this hard. You LOVED the feeling of getting fucked so aggressively in the car. You yelped and screamed “guh-ahhhh… HARDER!!”

Jon whimpered. He was about to blow, hearing you beg to get fucked EVEN more roughly. He inhaled a raspy, labored breath while doing as you said and fucking you even greater intensity.

As soon as he started fucking you more roughly against the seat, your orgasm hit. You were too lost to tell him you were cumming. You just screamed louder and arched your back up against his hard dick while gripping his dreads and gasping for breath. Jon couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a grunt/scream as the contents of his dick spurt into you as his hips twitched and jerked. The two of you let out loud, unrestrained noises as you came together for a long time. You kept arching your pussy/back up against his dick, riding your climax. He kept squirting jets of cum inside you until he was completely and blissfully empty.

Breathing hard, the two of you slumped against each other, going limp.

“Fuck Jon… I came so hard,” you admitted.

“You DID? Guhhh…. Fff… thank god… I thought maybe I … let you down again, if you know what I mean,” Jon said in a naughty voice while laughing.

“Fuck no… haha.. You have NOT let me down,” you replied in an equally naughty voice.

The two of you had both come so intensely there was pretty much nothing left to say. You and he kicked the blanket off as you were both hot and sweaty. Jon grabbed his phone flashlight and located his pants and boxers, struggling to get them back on. You didn’t bother with the buttons on your dress. You just lay on the seat, lethargic and satisfied. The windows were completely fogged now and you couldn’t see anything outside the car. You just heard the gentle rain and wind as you and he grew quiet. Resting his head against the pillows, Jon slumped back down next to you, holding your hip and facing you. You let out some soft, relaxed whimpers as you were falling asleep again. You felt Jon lean forward against the seat and give you a wet kiss on the forehead. You could feel how sweaty his whole face was. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” Jon whispered. The two of you fell asleep again.

Sometime around dawn, you opened your exhausted eyes to the sensation of rumbling and early morning light. It took you a moment to orient yourself once again and realize you were still in the car. You had been asleep, sideways on the passenger seat. Jon had left a blanket over you. He hadn’t wanted to wake you but he figured it’s best to drive back home before the car risks getting noticed. He was quietly driving the two of you back. As you remembered everything that transpired yesterday/during the night, you felt blissful all over again. Briefly, you thought of letting Jon know you were awake and coming to sit up front with him. All you could see was his matted hair from behind as he sat driving the car. But you decided to just relax back against the seat. You WERE quite tired and blissed out. You just pulled the blanket more over you and let him drive the two of you home.

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Feel free to send me story ideas. This fic was pretty fucking flowery compared to my more deviant ones but I plan to write some freaky shit next ;)

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waakemexup · 10 months ago

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💌𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊‘𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞💌

🍼𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓇𝓂🍼

🌱part 11🌱beginnings 10

💬 rejection :,-(

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jesterwriting · 1 year ago

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when you have a little sister who you’re raising headcanons

pairing: crocodile x reader & mihawk x reader (separate)

contents: reader has a little sister, mature!reader, though it's vague as to how old they are, mentions of past child neglect, slight language

word count: 2k words

note: this is my first time writing for mihawk i hope i was able to do him justice. ive had this idea for a while, it's one of my absolute fav tropes ever.

playlist: slipping through my fingers by abba

Life was hard when you had a younger sister. It was through no fault of your own, and it certainly wasn’t hers either. The blame rested on neglectful parents who left you both on the wayside. You were much older than her, the first of your parents many mistakes. By the time your sister was born, you were well out of the house and stable enough to get legal custody of her. Your parents were more than happy to sign over their parental rights, neither wanting to be weighed down by another child so late in life — not that they paid much attention to you in the first place. For all intents and purposes, you considered your sister the closest thing to a daughter you could get.

She was yours, and you were hers. It was as simple as that.

While you hated your parents, the same resentment that fogged your logical mind was never present when it came to your sister. She was so young; sweet and kind with a heart of gold. There was no reason for you to blame her for the circumstances of her birth. Besides, you loved her far too much to even bother. You remembered her first toddling steps, her first words — you cried laughing when a loud exclamation of ‘FUCK!’ echoed from her mouth. How much she hated the taste of carrots but would never grow tired of them if they were dipped in ranch. You remembered how lonely you were on her first day of Kindergarten, and how proud of her you were when she came home, touting stories of all the new friends she made.

Every year that passed, she grew more and more into the wonderful person you knew she would be. You couldn’t fathom how your parents weren’t bothered enough to be in your life. Raising your sister was the most fulfilling thing you had ever experienced. Everyday was a gift that she granted you in broad smiles and pudgy hands.

Even then, you couldn’t help but mourn the countless experiences you missed out on. Your childhood was not one you looked back fondly on, with nights alone and afraid, sobbing for a mother who would never come. Those empty days when you would stare at the happy families around you, wondering what was so wrong with you that made it so your parents didn’t love you the way others did. The young adulthood that was supposed to set you free was unceremoniously interrupted by a sweet little girl who looked at you with such innocent eyes, you knew you couldn’t let her carry the same scars you did.

Your sister didn’t know what you gave up to raise her, and a part of you hoped she never did. God forbid she ever thought she ruined your life. You would die before you allowed her to carry that burden.

Dating was hard, but thankfully, not impossible. First and foremost, your sister’s opinion on any prospective partner mattered even more than your own. Despite her age, she had a knack for sussing out people’s true intentions in a single glance. You always went into dating expecting the long term. If you were going to invite someone into your sister’s life, it’d be someone who would give her the stability and kindness that she deserved.

It was hard to find someone who was willing to deal with your particular situation. Every first date, the first thing that left your mouth was that you had a child in your life and the expectations that came with that. Many left after this, though you refused to give up. You deserved companionship, there had to be someone out there for you. Finally, you met someone who didn’t balk at the prospect of your sister, and after several months of dating, you decided it was time to introduce the two most important people in your life to each other.

Sir Crocodile

It was winter when you met him. Crocodile was intimidating, so much so, you found yourself nearly shaking in your boots when you first saw him. It was your first, and decidedly your last, blind date. To say you were surprised when you saw the former warlord sitting at your designated table, waiting for you, of all people, would be an understatement. Crocodile was polite, even cordial to you, pulling out your chair for you and allowing you to indulge for the first time in a very long time. Money was tight these days, though you kept that little tidbit of information to yourself. When you questioned why Crocodile was on a blind date of all things, his expression shifted to one of annoyance, your only reply being a low grumble under his breath. You worried you ruined the date with your silly question, only to be pleasantly surprised when he invited you to meet with him again. And again after that. And again after that. Each date topped the last in terms of extravagance. It wasn’t until on a quiet night, sharing each other’s company, that he confessed he liked you more than he should allow himself. With his thumb against your lips, he swore to never let you go. After that declaration, you decided to put Crocodile to the ultimate test. Meeting your sister.

You invited him to spend Christmas with you. Even if the first introduction didn’t go well, Crocodile was too smitten to allow you to leave him that easily. A silly little girl’s opinion of him would not be his downfall. If he failed once, he would try again and again until he got it right. Crocodile fully intended to woo that little girl with toys and gifts, approaching your humble apartment looking like an evil version of Santa Claus. Considering the expensive items he showered you in, you couldn’t say you were surprised at this turn of events, though you couldn’t help but fondly roll your eyes as you approached the door. For once, Crocodile wasn’t accompanied by the scent of cigars, having snuffed his out on the ride over. You told him, under no circumstances, would you have him smoking around your girl. To be honest, Crocodile did not expect this whole charade to end well. He wasn’t good with kids, and really, he didn’t like them all that much anyway. For you, however, he would try.

Crocodile’s insistence on bringing gifts worked in his favor. The second your sister saw him enter the apartment, presents in his arms, she started to vibrate with excitement. “What are those?” She asked, too polite to automatically assume they were for her, even if she was silently hoping that was the case. When Crocodile set the bags down and invited her to help herself with a wave of his arm and a smile that looked more like a grimace, she squealed, diving into the pile with vigor. Your sister was a little ray of sunshine, with the uncanny ability to worm her way into even the coldest of hearts. She spent most of the day hovering around Crocodile, not the slightest bit intimidated by his stature or his harsh expression. Even his former warlord status had no effect on her, considering she didn’t even know what that meant in the grand scheme of things. You smiled as you watched the larger man allow your sister to use him like a human jungle gym. Though he looked displeased, he couldn’t hide that glimmer of fondness in his eyes. Not from you, at least.

Dracule Mihawk

You met Mihawk in the spring. It was a chance encounter at a local winery. For once, you wanted to take some time for yourself and do a little wine tasting, not expecting to meet the most intense pair of golden eyes you had ever seen in your life. You found yourself frozen in place for a moment before he turned back to his wine, casually swirling the glass it was in. Feeling out of your depth, you hesitantly sat next to him and tried to enjoy yourself despite those eyes boring a hole into the side of your head. With a grin that was more than a bit forced, you said your greetings, and much to your surprise, the man struck up conversation. He introduced himself, and your soul nearly left your body when you realized you were interrupting a warlord of the sea’s wine tasting, though you managed to keep your head enough for your own introduction. Mihawk’s company was pleasant. He was quiet, choosing to listen more than speak himself. Whenever he did grace you with his voice, his knowledge of wine was without comparison. Very quickly, you found yourself smitten with his intelligence, your previous nerves being replaced with something a bit more reminiscent of your school years. Before you could work up the courage to ask if you could see him again, Mihawk beat you to the punch. As if he was asking the weather, Mihawk asked for your contact information. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest when you explained the situation with your sister, worried that whatever connection with this mysterious man would dissipate in an instant. Mihawk merely blinked at you. “If that’s all. I have more than enough experience in dealing with the young.”

The months passed slowly, and as summer came to a close, Mihawk told you it was time for him to head home. If you were so inclined, he would be honored if you and your sister cared to join him. You snickered, admitting you wouldn’t be going anywhere until he passed your final test: meeting your little sister. Mihawk accepted graciously — you noticed that competitive glint in his eye, as he was about to treat introducing himself to your sister as seriously as he treated swordplay. Unlike Crocodile, Mihawk did not sully the special occasion with gifts. He wanted your sister to like him for him, buying her affection felt more akin to cheating than anything else. While Mihawk had little experience with children, he couldn’t imagine it being any different than living with Perona and Zoro for two years, so he was going into the situation with a certain amount of confidence.

Your sister was similar to you. Just like with your first meeting, your sister did most of the talking. First, asking why his eyes were that color, then to tell him all about her friends at school, and finally, how he seemed ‘pretty cool’ but he wasn’t as cool as her favorite teacher. Mihawk took all of this in stride, nodding along to her rambling, even going so far as to offer her a small smile when she showed off her art project she was going to show off for show and tell the following day. Your sister had a knack for art, and you loved her creative mind. The whole time she talked to Mihawk, you couldn’t help the fond expression that crept up on your face, nor could you control the full force of your blush when you realized Mihawk was studying you. He liked that look on you. The love you held for your sister was commendable and he respected your dedication to her. In the end, as much as he would love to have the two of you in his home, Mihawk decided that it would be best for the two of you to remain on your island. Your sister seemed very comfortable with her classmates, and there was little he could offer her in terms of companionship at his dreary castle in the middle of nowhere. You agreed, but before you could mourn the loss of yet another relationship, Mihawk made it known that he would visit the two of you as often as he could. (Spoiler: It was very often) During your sister’s summer vacation, the two of you spent those three months in Mihawk’s home, as happy as can be.

#one piece x reader #crocodile x reader #mihawk x reader #sir crocodile x you #dracule mihawk x reader #crocodile x you #mihawk x y/n #dracule mihawk x you #.jesterwrites

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yelenasdiary · 8 months ago

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Forbidden || Meet The Characters - Natasha Romanoff

No Warnings | 0.6K

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Hi there! I'm Natasha, Yelena's older sister. I have a place in Drybellow where I run an orphanage for young girls. I'm sure Yelena has told a little of our back story and why I have this orphanage, so I won't bother you with more details on that.

I house 16 girls from ages 6 to 20. These girls have nowhere else to go, these are girls who have run away, girls in trouble and girls who's parents couldn't look after. I do my best; I have a small background on basic medicine, so I am able to treat them correctly when they need it. I educate them and teach them things a woman in this world should know. I'd do anything and everything for them.

We all live together on some land, well, you'd probably call it a small ranch. We grow our own fruits and vegetables, and we have some animals. Everybody helps out and has their own chores to do before they go off and do their own thing. I don't like to make them feel like they need to work to keep a bed here, when they are ready, I help them find a job and a new home to stay at. Most girls will write and give me updates on their new chapter of life and others like to come back for a visit.

Some of the older girls and I like to knit things like blankets and clothing for new-borns, that's one of the ways we make some money to help keep this place running. Gardening is also something we all do, the younger girls love planting anything they can find so our home is full of orange, yellow, red, and purple plants. I like to try and keep the younger ones more entertained, long walks around the small, wooded area near the ranch, walks along the coastline, painting when we get some supplies, playing in the mud, enjoying their freedom and letting to be children is important to me.

Every single girl that comes into my care will leave with the skills they need to care for themselves, look out for themselves and make something wonderful of themselves. But enough about that, I'm sure I've just bored you with all that information.

As for me, I like doing many things. I do a lot of reading, mostly books that teach you something. Cooking, I love to cook! I've taught the girls how to fish and sometimes when the girls go on a walk, they'll bring back a dead rabbit for me to cook. When my days aren't spent looking after the girls, I'm usually trying to keep track of where Yelena is! We have a system; she is to write to me when she's off catching outlaws and if she doesn't, I'll go looking for her. That's if I don't hear from her within two weeks.

I don't do all of this by myself though. I have to thank Maria Hill for being such a rock through all of this. She has been with me since I told her about the idea of buying this old, broken and run down property and turn it into something beautiful. She helps with everything, looks after the girls as if they were her own, we both do. Without Maria, this place wouldn't be possible.

Well, I won't chew your ear off any longer! Feel free to write us a little letter, we're the ranch closeted to the railway station in Drybellow! We would love to hear from you. Stay safe out there!

~ Natasha, Maria & the Girls of Black Hill Ranch.

If you want to be on the taglist for this series, please see the masterlist. It's link at the top of this post.

#fanfiction #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #forbiddenau

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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DESERVE IT - PART TWELVE

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you and Javi go on your date and that leads to other activities and some confessions too

Warnings: fluff, smut, oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), masturbation (m! and f!), ass eating (f!receiving) light spanking, nipple sucking, unprotected p in v, cum eating, to sum up i was horny for javi

A/N: I am so happy with how this story is going but also kinda sad it is coming to an end. I can't wait for their happy ending, besties ❤️

• PART ONE TO ELEVEN ON MY MASTERLIST

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You ran home as if your life depended on it. You couldn't wait to get to your place, soak yourself in a warm shower and pick yourself an outfit. You were giggling like a schoolgirl and you didn't even care. After the talk with Messina, Steve and Javi himself you had never felt more sure of something, but now you did. You were going on a date with the man you loved, a man you began an unlikely friendship with and it evolved to a passion, unrequited at first, as you thought but later found out it was just as flaming as on your side. You two had gone through so much, it'd been only a year you had landed in Colombia knowing nothing than a few expressions in Spanish, and no one, but against all odds, Javi took you in. Of course, you were supposed to be just one of his many conquests, but you were honest, straightforward to him, and you admitted that if you hadn't been so hurt after your latest breakup you would definitely jump into his bed.

He took a liking on you, not only the usual liking he did when a girl was hot, but he actually liked you, and your voice, and your laughter and your brains and you got closer, until things went to shit, but that's history.

What mattered to you now, was that that whole cat and mouse catching game was finally over. Of course, there's a thrilling feeling about it, with it's ups and downs, it's tensions and certain moments, but in the end, it grows old, it gets tiring and all you wanna do is to be honest. And that was your moment with Javier. It was the beginning of something special, and the two of you could feel it. Of course, the ranch talk, the possible marriage, baby Peña, it all was some kind of inside joke, you never put much faith in it, though at the same time a part of you hoped really hard it would get to that point. But first things first, as you had told him, you couldn't plan a whole life without going on a date first.

It wasn't a big deal as you had already slept with Javier, but at the same time it was a big deal because Javi didn't take girls on dates, he fucked them and that was it, so if he was going to actually go through all those stages, it was because he had good intentions.

After your showered, you made sure to apply lotion, makeup and get your hair in a cute style, all so you could be pretty for yourself and mostly for Javi.

When Peña stepped inside the building, he was also in a hurry. He had to go back to the office and have a meeting with Steve, but all he could think of was taking you out. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited, he didn't even remember when it was the last time he went out on a date, and that also made him nervous. What if he screwed it up somehow? Or what if you thought he was too old-fashioned… so many things haunted him as he felt the anxiety build up inside of him, but at the same time, a longing to see you, hold your hand and be seen in public with you was also growing. He didn't want to hide, he didn't want to keep you just for himself inside the doors of your apartment, but he wanted people to see his girl was beautiful, he wanted them to envy him and wonder how a guy like him could get a girl like you.

He wondered if you shared the same feelings or the same thoughts, and if you were also anxious. He also knew it was very recent and maybe even reckless to take you out literally a day after you broke up with your boyfriend, but Manu felt like a bump on the road and nothing more, it was like his participation in your life didn't even exist, besides, Javi and you had been dancing that tango for a long time, it was about time things got done.

He still stopped by a flower shop and got you a beautiful bouquet of red orchards. He didn't understand a lot about flowers, but he knew you found these pretty, and all the women in the world supposedly liked red flowers, so he figured it would be a good choice. He walked through the hallway and felt an urge to knock on your door, see what you were doing, what you were wearing - if you were wearing something at all and maybe initiate the date a little early. But at the same time, he wanted things to be classic, he wanted to follow the social rules and make you feel flattered. So he only smirked when he heard music coming from your apartment and got inside his.

Javi looked at himself in the mirror, he had tried several shirts before settling with his red one, and yet, he wasn't sure if he should go with that one. He wanted to look good, he wanted you to look at him and feel the same thing he felt when he saw you. Maybe it would match the flowers? Or maybe was it too red? He wasn't really sure, but he glanced at the clock and saw he was almost running late, so he just placed his watch back on, got his wallet, the car keys and went for your door, knocking on it hesitantly.

He looked around, hoping Steve wouldn't show up climbing up the stairs, or worse, Connie. He just wanted to get you out of the building and have a good night with you.

You opened the door on his third knock, you were just finishing getting your earrings when you finally saw Javi. He was standing there, looking like sin, with those tight jeans that hung so perfectly to his sexy body and that red shirt that made your core boil. You smiled big at him, leaning in and pecking his lips as you saw a blush spreading through his cheeks and he cleared his throat.

"Uh.. these are for you" he smiled softly and handed you the bouquet, which melted your heart. You weren't expecting it, but it was a very sweet gesture. He was just your sweet lovely Javi, there was no trace of that ruthless agent, or the guy who was a heartthrob and collected broken hearts and women around town. You loved that, because it was all for you.

•••

Javi was nervous.

And he was embarrassed about the fact he was nervous. It was crazy, he was on a date with you, the woman he loved and though you two knew that, it was still the beginning, you were trying to do things by the book, because you deserved it, but there he was, looking like a moron as he tried finding words to say.

He had drunk a whole glass of wine and still hadn't found something decent enough to talk about. Work? Los Pepes? Messina? Nah, he didn't want to bother you with it and he didn't understand why everything seemed easier when the two of you were just friends. It was like you didn't have that pressure, or maybe he was putting too much pressure on himself. He just worried you would snap out of the illusion being with him was a good idea and realize you deserved someone better, a better looking guy, someone who didn't have such wrong ways or someone who could actually make conversation during a date.

And as if you had been reading his mind, you placed your hand on top of his, giving him one of your reassuring smiles and chuckled.

"You're nervous, agent Peña…" you said sweetly and stroked his hand with your thumb "you know you don't actually have to be nervous, right? It's just me… your Y/N… your cariño" you blushed softly "and you're my Javi… and you don't have to try to impress me, let's just say you already won me over" you winked at him and watched as his shoulders relaxed and he took your hand in his big ones. His thumb ran across his bottom lip like it often did when he was thinking about something and he nodded.

"You're right, princesa… I was too worried about giving you a perfect first date, that I forgot we could just be ourselves" he admitted "I wanted you to see that I take you seriously, that I want you, for real, not just as a game…"

You thought it was adorable to see Javier like that, your heart was a melted puddle of love and affection for the man who stared at you with the biggest brown eyes you'd ever seen, seeking your approval and nervously hoping you were enjoying his company. If only he knew how much you loved him, he would know he was acting crazy.

Yes, you were excited about the date, but now that you were there, in public, holding hands and sharing a meal, you saw you were so much more than those vanilla couples who needed to go out once a week to remind themselves they were in a relationship. You were in front of Javier Peña.

You were in love with Javier Peña, and as far as you were concerned, Javier Peña was also in love with you, and there was absolutely nothing more you could ask from the heavens. So you simply moved to the chair next to his and hugged his arm, resting your head on his shoulder, loving how close he was and how close he would be, without you fearing him move away from you or push you away. He immediately softened up and lowered his lips, kissing the top of your head

"I'm just happy you decided to stay here, I know New York was a big deal but I promise I won't disappoint you and I will make your stay worthy" he said sweetly and your eyes met his, leaning in and kissing his lips.

Javier had the best lips you'd ever seen in a man, the way they just clicked perfectly with yours, being so soft and so smart, knowing exactly what they were doing, was something you would probably never get used to, and you loved every single aspect of it.

When you broke the kiss, your hand stroked his cheek gently, as your nose bumped against his softly, making the two of you giggle "I love our date, Javi… but I also know we are not an ordinary couple, we don't have to do what other couples do and it's fine by me…" you said as your hand went for his crotch, gently stroking it over his jeans as his eyes widened in surprise "we can just finish our night somewhere else, if you'd like, mi amor" you winked at him and leaned in, kissing his neck, lips just ghosting over his skin before you nibbled it gently.

Javi's tight grip wrapped around your fist, stopping your snoopy hand right there. He knew you could be one feisty little thing, but he didn't take you for that kind of tease… and he was loving it.

"¿Qué estás haciendo, mi amor?" He whispered against your ear as it was his turn to lean in and spread kisses all over your neck. You groaned and giggled, biting your lips before stealing a peck from him.

"I think we should go somewhere more private, Javi… like your car" you whispered to him and saw how his eyes darkened with lust and eagerness at your suggestion.

It only took him a few minutes to pay the check and you were soon inside his Jeep. You watched him drive, looking for a dark enough place to park, his handsome side profile already making you so hot and bothered because you could never wrap your head around the fact he was incredibly handsome.

You weren't sure you would be able to hold yourself back and ignoring completely any safety guidelines you began kissing his neck.

"Shit, baby?!" Javi groaned as he stopped the car abruptly, not being able to focus on driving and you touching him.

You giggled and slid your hand under his unbuttoned shirt. You felt his hot skin against the palm of your hand and knew you needed more. Your free hand went back to his crotch, his rough jeans were in the way and you were getting so impatient, you began unbuckling his belt.

Javi still hadn't found a decent parking spot, but he was so eager to feel you, he took his hand to your hair, stroking it softly as he couldn't get his eyes away from the road, but he also couldn't get away from your touch. You smirked and bit his neck harder, earning a ounce of pain from him and his arm running down your back, getting to your ass and giving it one smack

"Fucking slut" he said through gritted teeth and watched as you opened his jeans, his boner was so apparent your mouth watered.

"Javi, I wanna be your little puta, I need you…" you begged him, freeing his cock from his underwear and watched as he bucked his hips.

Javier groaned and cursed under his breath, you saw his tip glistening with pre cum, using your thumb to spread it all over.

Javi knew he wasn't going to be able to drive, so he just parked under a broken street lamp and gripped your hair.

"Wanna be my puta? Go ahead princesa, show me you can do it, muñequita…" he said with a tight grip on your hair, he was impatient and he didn't want teasing. You also didn't want to wait any longer, so you took your mouth to his long, thick cock, giving his tip small, little licks before taking his length down your throat as deep as you could.

His hand lifted up the hem of your dress, exposing your ass and caressing all over. He pulled your thin panties to the side and found the curve of your lips, running a finger up and down your slit, gathering your juices that pooled in your entrance. Javi threw his head back, your hand massaged his balls as your tight throat made him feel so good. His thick fingers got into your hot entrance and he pumped them in and out. He felt you squirm and the car was filled by nothing but obscene and erotic noises.

He wasn't going to hold back and let you know his hot load was coming, pleasure and bliss all over him as you willingly took all of it into your mouth and swallowed it.

He panted as you raised your head, you looked like a hot little mess for him and he could only pull you for another kiss, not caring if he could taste himself in you.

"Go to the backseat, querida" he whispered against your ear and waited until you got in position.

Javi followed you immediately, helping you get on your knees and hands and held your hips in place "now you're gonna be my puta, got it?" He whispered and smacked your ass a few more times, seeing the reddish shade spread but didn't give you enough time as he spread your cheeks and stuck his tongue into your cunt.

You whimpered at his ministrations, his tongue explored your pussy, going as deep as he could, finding your clit and suckling on it, feeling how your knees faltered but sustained your weight with his hand. His tongue moved up to your ass, touching your muscly ring and feeling it clench so sensitively at the unexpected stimulation.

"Javi" you could only whimper, but he shushed you, wetting your asshole and letting you relax, enjoying the new experience.

His hand found your clit, rubbing it up and down, feeling how hard it was and knew you were close. He shoved his fingers into you again, fingering you as fast as he could, thumbs taunting your clit and tongue into your sweet hole until you were nothing but a puddle of pleasure, shaking and cumming for him.

"My bed tonight" Javi said as he opened the door to his apartment and immediately pulled you against his body, kissing you hungrily as if he hadn't just fucked you in his car less than an hour before. He just felt such hunger for you, the way you put your dress back on in a sloppy way, not caring if your panties got lost in the backseat of his car, or how you couldn't stop touching him. How your hands wrapped around his cock in your beautiful bloody red nails and how you swallowed every drop of him. He just couldn't get enough of you, your post orgasm messy hair, your beautiful smile and your intoxicating perfume.

He loved every part of you. And he wasn't scared of admitting anymore.

"I don't think I'll make it to bed, Javi" you bit your lips, and went for another kiss, his arms wrapping around your body as he lifted you up and took you to the couch. He didn't want to wait anymore, as much as he loved to be in your mouth and have your taste on his tongue, he needed to be inside of you. He wanted to feel your walls squeezing and milking him dry, he wanted to cum inside of you. He didn't even know if you were on birth control, but he didn't actually care, he just wanted you.

Javier got on the couch, pulling you to him and touching your body, getting lost on you. He finally stripped you out of your dress completely, revealing your beautiful breasts, perky nipples that went straight to his mouth, licking and suckling on them, at the same time he helped you lower down onto his cock, loving how your soaked cunt took every inch of him.

He held you by the neck, having a firm grip on it as he watched you ride him, as if you were the most gorgeous piece of art in the world.

Javi threw his head back, hips bucking as you moved up and down onto his cock. He praised you, cursed under his breath, he wanted you whole for him, at that moment and forever.

He felt his balls quivering and the knot on his lower belly tightened as much as yours did too and you knew you were cumming for him again at the same time he came for you, his thick hot load spilling inside.

"Te quiero, Y/N" he whispered against your lips, kissing you once more, never getting enough of you. "I love you cariño" he whispered.

You smiled and tiredly rested your body against his, feeling a wave of happiness and pleasure ran through your body

"I love you too, Javi"

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A/N: besties, I know this isn't my best chapter, i just have the feeling I could have written it a lot better but at the same time it was the best I could actually write today, idk i had a weird, tiring, stressful day and to top that my head is killing me. I am just horny for Javi and I hope you guys liked this part at least a tiny little bit of it, because our series is almost over now 😭😭😭

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