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enticingmelanin · 2 months ago

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Savor: A Modern Smoke x Annie Fanfic

Savor || Elijah "Smoke" Moore x Annie (modern au)

This is Part 1 of the Savor Series.

Rating: E for Erotic.

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING!!! Implied miscarriage, NSFW, Smut, and Explicit Language. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: Annie is a master in the kitchen, curating every dish on her restaurant’s menu to leave diners lingering over every bite, craving more. But when a chance reunion with an old flame ignites dormant feelings, the heat shifts from the stove to something far more intimate. By the end of the night, it’s Annie who’s being savored...

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Chicago was alive and well on Saturday morning. The city buzzed with its usual rhythm—horns in the distance, heels clacking against pavement, the hiss of early buses. Sunlight spilled between high-rises like honey, catching the glint of Lake Michigan in the distance. The air was crisp, laced with the promise of spring, and downtown pulsed with movement.

And nestled in the heart of it all, in a quaint, Black-owned café, Annie was thriving.

The scent of rich espresso, caramel, cinnamon, and freshly baked pastries curled through the space like a warm embrace. Muffled conversations mingled in the air—first dates, business meetings, friends catching up—all blending into a sweet melody. Annie soaked it in. Her senses were alive in the best way, tuned to the sounds and smells she knew so well. This was her happy place and a reflection of her own success.

As a girl from a small town in Mississippi, this life once felt like a dream too far away. But here she was, head chef and owner of one of Chicago’s must-visit restaurants—Zariah's—beloved by locals and tourists alike. She wasn’t just living her dream—she was serving it.

With her caramel macchiato in hand—two pumps of brown sugar, just the way she liked it—she made her way toward the door, coat swinging behind her in haste. But the moment she pushed it open, she collided with something—or rather, someone—solid.

Her drink nearly spilled, but before gravity could do its worst, strong hands caught her by the waist and arm, steadying her with practiced ease.

"Lawd, I’m so sorry," she blurted, her Southern twang slipping out naturally.

"Nah, I oughta be apologizin’," came a deep, smooth baritone.

They both laughed—soft and surprised—and then her eyes lifted.

Deep, dark chocolate met something achingly familiar. Eyes she hadn’t seen in years, but had never quite forgotten. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Annie?” That voice—tinged with that familiar Mississippi drawl—pulled her further into the moment.

Her brows furrowed as recognition struck. “S-Smoke?” she said, disbelief and wonder laced in her voice.

“Sho is.” He stepped back slowly, taking her in with a smile that warmed the air between them. “Small world. Look at you.”

And look he did. His eyes roamed over her like a slow caress. Her full, 4C afro framed her face like a crown—coily, moisturized, and unapologetically bold. Her luminous skin, deep and glowing with melanin-rich warmth, glistened against the soft morning light. High cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that still carried secrets met him with equal intensity. Her open tan trench coat revealed a seafoam green maxi dress hugging her curves just right, its neckline generous to her bosom, its hem floating around matching heels that kissed the pavement.

She gave a soft, incredulous smile. “Me? Look at you. You ain’t aged a day.”

Elijah—Smoke—grinned. The years had been good to him. The boy she remembered had become a man forged in discipline and distance. His deep bronze skin was smooth and radiant, his jaw square and lined with a neatly groomed beard. His lips were full, his smile disarming, and his eyes—still sharp, still watchful—were just as she remembered. A light gray sweater hugged his muscular frame, and black slacks fit him like they’d been tailored with reverence.

Whatever life had done to him, it had carved him into something quietly powerful.

He chuckled low, the sound soaked in that Southern warmth. “Guess we both clean up real nice. How you been, girl?”

Annie grinned, her voice sliding in like sweet honey. “I’m good. Busy, but good. How ‘bout you?”

He tilted his head slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I can see that. Doin’ good. Still tryin’ to slow life down a little, but y’know how that goes.”

She nodded knowingly. “Oh, I do. Life don’t wait for nobody.”

“I don’t wanna keep you,” he added, though the regret in his tone said otherwise. “But we should catch up soon.”

Annie’s lips quirked with a spark of mischief. An idea bloomed like a flower in her mind. “Well, I gotta get to my restaurant to start preppin’. We’re booked up tonight, but if you come by after closin’, I can have some dishes set aside for you… if you’re free, of course.”

Smoke blinked, a little taken aback but clearly proud of the woman in front of him. “I’d be a fool to say no to your cookin’,” he said with a slow smirk.

They exchanged numbers quickly, fingers brushing as they handed off phones. It felt easy. Natural. Like no time had passed at all.

Their hug was short, but the kind that lingered after release. Familiar. Comfortable. Full of things unspoken.

“See you tonight, Smoke,” she murmured against his shoulder.

“Lookin’ forward to it.”

And as they turned to head in opposite directions, both couldn’t help but glance back.

A spark had been rekindled.

The night promised more than just food—it promised memories, and maybe even something new.

As the last satisfied stomachs exited the building, Annie was in the back of the kitchen preparing for Smoke’s arrival.

The clock struck ten and a jolt of nerves hit her square in the chest. Would he be impressed? Would he still like her cooking? These questions had never once crossed her mind before—until now. She never expected to be reconnected with her first love… and the father of their unborn child.

She paused, letting out a slow breath, shaking the thought away as she placed the last dash of cinnamon on a warm, golden slice of peach cobbler.

"Hey, Annie," came Jonathan’s voice through a crack in the heavy kitchen doors. "There’s a gentleman here for you. Elijah, I think."

A smile bloomed on her face instantly. "Thanks, Jon. Can you seat him at the booth closest to the kitchen? I’ll take care of him. Y’all have a great night—see ya Monday."

"You too, boss," he called back, as the kitchen doors swung shut behind him.

Annie turned to the oven, sliding dishes inside to keep warm before kicking off her worn kitchen flats and slipping into the seafoam heels from earlier. She pulled off her chef’s coat, revealing the same curve-hugging maxi dress beneath. Using her phone’s camera as a mirror, she checked her reflection—makeup intact, not a single coil of hair out of place, her deep, glowing skin kissed by the overhead lights. After a fresh swipe of pink-tinted gloss and a deep breath, she stepped out.

As she pushed through the swinging door, her eyes immediately met Elijah’s. He was already standing, his attention drawn to her like gravity. His smile was instant, bright and warm.

"Well don’t you look plucked straight outta GQ?" she teased as she walked toward him.

His presence was unshakable, the kind that didn’t need to raise its voice to demand a room's attention. He had changed into a tailored charcoal pinstripe suit that clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist, he looked dapper. The subtle glint of a diamond stud in his ear caught the light just enough to remind you—he knew exactly who he was.

"Aye, had to match your beauty," he replied, drawing her into a soft embrace and planting a kiss on her cheek.

Butterflies hovered in her stomach at the simple gesture. "Thank you," she whispered.

They pulled apart slowly, the air charged, as he glanced around the restaurant with admiration. "This place looks incredible. You really doin’ it big, huh?"

Low jazz and smooth R&B swirled through the air from hidden speakers, a soft soundtrack to the calm night. The warm glow of ambient lighting danced across sweeping wooden waves that spread along the ceiling like a living sculpture. Plush velvet chairs in deep rust and charcoal hues hugged round tables dressed in white linen. Glass walls offered a peek into the open kitchen she loved so much. A soft, earthy aroma lingered in the air with a hint of rich vanilla. Dried pampas grass stood tall in artful arrangements, giving the space a luxurious charm.

She followed his gaze, pride welling in her chest. "I guess I am. Sometimes, I get so caught up in the hustle, I forget to take it all in. But I love what I do."

"Well, you’re gonna have to soak up some compliments tonight. ‘Cause I ain’t holdin’ back, especially once I taste this food."

She laughed gently, heart warming with his presence. "Speakin’ of, what can I get you to drink? I ain’t no bartender, but I can whip somethin’ up."

Smoke tilted his head in thought. "Surprise me."

With a nod, she turned and headed to the bar while he settled into the booth. The clinking of glass and the soft shuffle of bottles filled the air as she crafted their drinks. Moments later, she returned with two glasses.

"Now, I take you for a whiskey man, so... whiskey sour for you. And a cosmopolitan for me," she said, placing the drinks on the table with a wink.

He took a sip, nodding in approval. "Thank you, beautiful," he murmured, the praise warm on his tongue.

Annie smiled and excused herself again, disappearing into the kitchen. She emerged moments later, expertly balancing a tray with a steaming bowl of gumbo over rice, a side of collard greens, and a thick slice of honey-glazed cornbread. The aroma alone was enough to make mouths water.

She placed the meal in front of him with a flourish.

A low whistle escaped his lips. "I know this ain’t what I think it is."

Annie laughed and slid into the booth beside him. "Sure is. Mama’s gumbo recipe. Just added my own lil twist. Go on—tell me what ya think."

He looked at her for a beat, then took a spoonful, blowing gently before taking the bite. His eyes shut as the flavor hit his tongue. The broth was rich and complex, shrimp and chicken tender, sausage savory, the holy trinity of vegetables cooked to perfection.

"Annie..." he breathed, his voice dipped in nostalgia and pleasure. He took another bite, then chuckled with a shake of his head. "You just took me back in time. Your mama, God rest her soul, might’ve just been beat. You put your foot in that, girl."

She threw her head back in laughter, heart full. "Happy to hear it. I aim to please."

His satisfied hums and low moans of approval filled the space between them as he moved between spoonfuls and bites of cornbread and greens. Annie watched with pride and something else stirring deep in her chest.

They talked as he ate, falling into a rhythm so natural it felt like no time had passed at all. The air between them was warm and relaxed as the hum of R&B and jazz classics filled the atmosphere.

Annie sipped her cosmopolitan as she shared her journey. "After Mama passed four years ago, I moved in with Aunt Renee for a bit. Took some time to get my head right. Then one day, I just… went for it. Applied for a business loan, pitched my concept to anyone who’d listen, and somehow convinced a bank to believe in me. Been full nearly every night since opening."

Smoke’s brows rose with admiration. "That's real. I knew you always had that fire in you."

She smiled, a bit bashful under the glow of his praise. "I guess I got it honest. Mama didn’t raise no fool."

He chuckled and lifted his glass. "Cheers to her."

They clinked glasses, taking a quiet sip in her honor before he leaned back in the booth, his deep voice laced with pride. "I been up to some things, too. Did my time in the Army, got my bachelor’s in accounting after that. Then a master’s in business. I’m doin’ good—real good. But I came up to Chicago ‘cause I wanted more. Bigger. Better."

She tilted her head, curious. "So what’s next for Mr. Bigger and Better?"

He grinned. "Me, Stack, and Sammie are openin’ a jazz and cigar lounge out here."

Her face lit up. "Oh my God, that's great! Sammie still play?"

"Hell yeah," he said with a nod. "That boy’s gonna tear the house down. He’s been killin’ it at some local joints, but we want him to have his own permanent spot. It's a family thing. We’re namin’ it Pearline’s, after his girl."

Annie gasped, eyes wide. "What!? Him and Pearline got together?"

"Stuck like glue," Smoke said with a grin. "They’ll probably be next down the aisle. Stack and Mary just eloped last week—still off on their honeymoon, but they’ll be back soon."

She placed a hand to her chest, heart swelling. "Wow. I’m so happy for them. Look at Stack... all grown up and settlin’ down."

Smoke’s eyes lingered on her, his gaze deep and sincere. "Yeah... well, love’ll do that to you. Don’t matter how old or new it is. I should know."

A stillness crept between them, quiet but potent. Annie’s heart skipped at the weight of his words, at the truth hiding beneath them.

"Smoke—" she began softly, but he cut her off gently.

"I owe you an apology, Annie."

She shook her head slowly, her throat tight. "You don't have to—"

"But I do, darlin’." His voice was low and raw as he reached across the table and took her hands in his, thumbs brushing small, soothing circles against her skin. "I didn’t handle shit right. Losin’ our baby... it tore me up more than I ever let on. And instead of dealin’ with it with you, like I should’ve... I ran. I left you holdin’ all that pain on your own. You deserved better than that. Way better. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry."

Tears shimmered in his eyes, and Annie’s own spilled freely down her cheeks. She shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. "I know. I forgave you a long time ago. We were just... young. Dumb. In love. But we weren't ready."

She reached for a napkin, dabbing her cheeks. "As much as I wanted our baby, I know she’s in a better place and it wasn’t in vain. Look at what we’ve accomplished. Look at who we became."

Smoke wiped away a tear that escaped down his cheek, then reached out to gently brush her tears away, careful not to disturb her makeup.

"Zariah," he said softly. "You were so sure it was a girl."

She smiled through her tears. "I know it. And Mama shows her to me sometimes in my dreams. She’s got those deep Moore dimples... like her Daddy"

His soft laugh cracked into sobs, and Annie immediately leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him. His broad frame shook as he buried his face in her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. She held him, hand rubbing the back of his head gently, her other arm anchored around his back. They wept together, years of grief and guilt finally released.

Annie had grieved their daughter long ago, honoring her memory by naming the restaurant after her. But seeing the pain Smoke still carried—still buried—fractured something in her chest. She hadn’t known how heavy it had been for him too.

After a long moment, they pulled apart and wiped each other’s tears. Annie took a deep breath, offering him a small smile. "We need a pick-me-up. I’ll be right back."

She disappeared into the kitchen. The cool blast of air from the fridge kissed her face as she retrieved the dessert she had set aside—a chilled banana puddin’ cheesecake. She grabbed her Mama’s peach cobbler, still warm from the oven and scooped a generous helping of ice cream and placed it beside the cobbler on a sleek black plate.

Moments later, she returned to the booth, setting the desserts down with the kind of pride only a Southern Black woman could wield when presenting sweets made with love.

Smoke’s eyes widened with delight. "And what do we have here?"

Annie sank into the booth beside him again, the soft lighting catching the gleam in her eyes. "Well, this is Mama’s peach cobbler and French vanilla ice cream, we make it in-house. And this beauty," she said, pointing to the other plate with a spoon, "is my banana puddin’ cheesecake. A customer favorite."

She handed him the spoon and raised a brow. "Here. Taste them. Really savor the flavors and tell me what you think."

He grinned and took a bite of the cobbler first. The moment it hit his tongue, he closed his eyes and let out a low, satisfied groan. "Lord have mercy..."

Annie laughed and squeezed her thighs together at the sound. "That good, huh?"

"Annie... you got magic in this crust."

She beamed. "Wait till you try the cheesecake."

He didn’t waste time. One bite and he leaned back with a stunned expression, spoon still in hand. "Now see, that’s witchcraft. I don’t know what you did to bananas and puddin', but they not supposed to taste that damn good."

Annie cackled, covering her mouth. "Boy, shut up!"

They laughed together, the sound full and rich. The weight between them had eased.

"Here," he said as he raised a spoonful of cheesecake to her lips. "Enjoy the fruits of your labor."

She smiled, lips parting slowly. She let him feed her, the creamy, sweet flavors melting across her tongue as the crunch of chessman cookies and bits of banana filled her mouth. She hummed in satisfaction. "I don't toot my own horn often, but toot toot!"

He chuckled and they shared another laugh, the sound buzzing warmly between them. Then his gaze dropped to her lips, lingering.

"You got a lil’..." he murmured, gesturing gently toward her mouth.

She swiped at the corner of her lips. "Gone?"

"Not quite," he murmured again, voice a gravelly whisper. He leaned in slowly, eyes locked with hers. Her breath caught as his lips pressed softly to her cheek, then kissed the corner of her mouth.

He hovered, his lips almost touching hers. "There... good as new," he whispered.

His lustful gaze, teasing tone, and the feel of his lips sent an ache between her thighs. A boldness sparked within her. Her hand moved slowly down the firm plane of his chest to the bulge hidden beneath his pants. She groped him through the fabric, feeling him hard and ready.

His breath hitched, and he bit his bottom lip, eyes dark with want.

"Your body remembers me," she whispered, and in a flash his lips crashed into hers.

Their kiss was urgent, their tongues dancing in a sensual waltz. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, while she clutched at his back and neck, bodies pressed flush.

"Say it, Elijah," she breathed between kisses.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, unwavering. "I love you. And I missed you."

That familiar smirk tugged at his lips, but she met it with her own radiant smile. "I love you too," she said, voice full of truth.

Their lips met again, this time deeper, heavier, laced with the ache of years gone by. His mouth moved to her neck, trailing kisses that made her gasp. His hands found the hem of her dress, and she lifted her hips slightly to help him pull it up.

Graceful fingers slid her red lace thong to the side, meeting her wet, aching folds. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and Smoke smirked.

"And this pussy..." he murmured, sweeping up her slick slit to her clit, circling it with teasing precision, "remembers me. Don’t she, baby?"

Annie moaned, swallowing the spit that had gathered in her mouth. "Y-Yes," she stuttered, truth spilling from her lips. No one had ever made her feel the way Elijah "Smoke" Moore did. His touch was etched into her bones.

The pad of his fingers moved expertly over her clit, then slid down to her dripping hole. He pushed inside, fingering her with deliberate rhythm. Her back arched, chest jutting toward him, and Smoke couldn't resist. He tugged at the straps of her dress, and she hastily pulled the top down, shrugging off her bra.

A groan rumbled from his chest as her breasts came into view, his brow lifting with a mischievous glint.

His free hand reached for the cobbler, dipping his index into the melting vanilla ice cream and thick peach syrup. He swirled the mixture over her chocolate nipples, then sucked each one clean, lips hot and hungry.

Annie ground against his fingers, clutching his head to her chest. His soft lips and wicked tongue teased her peaks, each flick and suck sending electric jolts through her.

"Ooh, don’t stop," she moaned, voice shaky with need.

"Not plannin’ on it, baby," he murmured, moving to her other nipple, savoring the creamy sweetness as his tongue flicked the hardened bud.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as his thumb rolled over her clit, fingers thrusting faster, deeper. A powerful climax was brewing in the pit of her stomach, her moans rising, filling the room with heat and want.

“Mhm, I feel it. Cum for me.” His voice was low—commanding, and just like that, her orgasm crashed through her. Her body shuddering, back arching, whimpers and cries spilling from her lips like a song only he could summon. The look on her face, full of ecstasy and release, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—even more breathtaking than when they were twenty and twenty-one.

Annie reached for him as he guided her down from the high, kissing him hungrily. When she stilled, he slipped his fingers from inside her, breaking the kiss just long enough to smear her essence on her lips. His mouth was on hers again in an instant, sucking the taste of her from both their lips. Their moans blended, savoring her flavor, their hunger reigniting.

Slowly, they broke apart. Smoke’s strong hands slid under her, scooting her to the edge of the booth. He rose, gaze never leaving hers, and laid her back. Her thong was slipped off completely, and he parted her thick thighs. Her puffy pussy glistened under the light, making him forget all about the desserts she'd made for him.

“Just as pretty n’ phat as I remember her,” he said, voice thick with desire. He watched her juices trail from her entrance, gliding down the curve of her ass.

Everything about him ignited her. Her body responded on instinct. She watched as he undressed slowly, leaving only his crisp shirt unbuttoned. Mocha skin stretched over taut abs and toned muscle, thighs powerful and promising. Between them, his long, girthy dick bobbed—tip slick with precum—reminding her exactly what kind of memory her body had been holding onto.

Her legs instinctively squeezed shut, trying to ease the aching throb.

But Smoke wasn’t having it.

“Mm-mm. Open those legs up, darlin’. I got business to handle,” he commanded, and she instantly parted them with a soft whine.

He eased to his knees, locking eyes with her as his lips hovered near her waxed cunt. “Just gotta get a quick taste from the source,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over her wet lips—then his tongue parted them, licking slowly up her slit.

“Uunh,” she moaned, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He groaned deep in his chest as he dove in, devouring her. His plush lips French kissed her folds with maddening slowness before latching onto her clit, sucking gently but firmly.

“S-Smoke, please... mmm, please fuck me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.

His laugh was low and wicked.

After a few more torturous licks, he pulled away, leaving a thick trail of spit that mingled with her essence.

He paused to admire the view, stroking his thick length before placing it at her entrance and slowly easing inside. Their moans met midair as he leaned over her, kissing her deeply while his hips rolled in a slow pace. Her hands gripped his back, toes curling with each stroke.

“Fuuuck, you feel so good,” he groaned against her lips. Once she adjusted to his size, his thrusts grew faster. His mouth moved to her neck, ravishing it with hot kisses as he sank deep inside her.

“Ooh, Smoke...” Her mind was a blur of pleasure.

He sat back slightly, lifting her right leg and pushing it toward her chest, letting him reach new depths. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, eyes fluttering shut as he found her spot again and again.

“This my pussy, Annie? Hm?” he grunted.

Somewhere in the haze, his words reached her. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck, yes. Uuunh.”

He savored her moans, the way her body welcomed him—soft, warm, and perfect. He felt built for her, and she for him. They were high on each other.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to see you when I make you cum.” His groans spilled out between thrusts. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but once their gazes locked, she couldn't look away.

Smoke glanced down briefly, watching their bodies meet. His shaft was coated with her arousal, the thick vein along the top pulsing with need. He enjoyed the bounce of her soft belly as he pounded into her, her toes stretching in her heels as pleasure overtook her.

Their eyes locked again, intensity thick between them, and when he hit her spot just right, his hand gripped her neck as her pussy clenched tightly around him.

“Let it go, baby. Mmm, cum for me,” he moaned.

And her body obeyed. She cried out his name as her orgasm took her under, one hand clutching the table, the other gripping his wrist. The feel of her coming undone around him triggered his release, and he spilled deep inside her, his head falling back as his groans joined hers.

His strokes slowed, riding the wave with her. Then he leaned down, kissing her softly. The kiss spoke for them both—how much they loved each other, how they were never letting go, how the future was theirs. She was his, and he was hers. No doubt about it.

And as they made love into the early hours of Sunday morning in Elijah’s bed, they didn’t just savor Annie’s cooking and each other—they healed.

To be continued...

Read the follow-up story here: Fire We Make

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Safe to say these two live in my head rent free. I hope you enjoyed my modern take on our favorite sinners. Leave a comment and tell me what you think. I'd love to hear from you. See ya in my next one! xoxo

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sweetblossomsss · 8 months ago

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I’ll be back || CHOI SAN

Synopsis: You don’t understand what happened for him to suddenly disappear. You don’t understand why the police tells you there is no one by the name of Choi San�� as if he never existed. You don’t understand why he came back to you, five years later.

WARNINGS: one shot, cursing, crying (lots), ANGST (my fav), fluff, happy ending, SMUT, rough sex, choking, pet name of baby to Y/N, drinking, drunkenness, throwing things, San was affiliated with a gang, Y/N owns a gun, oral (f receiving), mentions of San’s gruesome crimes, back and forth between Y/N and San (ish), Y/N take San back way too easily (lmao), throwing up (only once), I’m sure I’m missing some stuff just lmk. San's POV POSTED

Word Count: 12k Started: February 2024. Finished: Nov 29, 2024

Blossom’s Note: Hello my petals, hope all is good. Coming at you with a Choi San one shot. Title was inspired by 2pm’s I’ll be back (chefs kiss song). Story was inspired by both the song and the line in John Wick when the father told the son that in order for him to get out, he had to do the impossible. Please keep in mind that this is no where near the same as the movie nor will any killings be mentioned. Now grab some popcorn and a drink and enjoy!

PAST

Silence takes over the room while the distant, muffled voices of your neighbors outside your apartment speak amongst themselves in the hallway, radiating some noise in the room. Dogs in different apartments barked at them, alerting everyone in the complex that people are walking by. Soon the faint sounds of keys jiggling can be heard as they stepped into their respective home and then—complete silence.

The room was dimly lit by your lamp with a fading bulb on its last life—that you always forget to change. You laid on your stomach, resting your head on your arms that was propped on top of your cushioned pillow as you slowly kicked your legs up and down, staring into his eyes as if you were locked in a trance by his gaze.

His fingers traced caressing patterns on your back, making you bit your lower lip gently as you felt the goosebumps form on your skin. He was lying on his side, his hand propped up to hold his head as he other hand roamed your back lovingly.

He gives you a small smirk, nodding his head to signal you to get on top of him. “Come here.” He said in a low voice as he laid on his back, placing an arm behind his head to get a good view of you on top. His favorite view.

You felt giddy inside, smiling as you got up. You quickly threw a leg over, straddling him. He wasted no time in gliding his free hand from your thigh to your ass giving it a slight squeeze. You placed your hands on his chest for support to which he slide the same hand up your arm and cups the side of your face.

You two stare into each other, all mesmerized as he caressed your cheek with his thumb causing you to lean into his touch. You closed your eyes, feeling the comforting warmth of his hand radiating on your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said in a sweet voice. You opened your eyes to catch him already looking into your eyes. “I could stay in this moment forever,” he said watching you slightly turn to the side as you kissed his palm. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him as you ghost your lips over his, “Just you and me.”

Oh, the way your stomach flips at his words especially when he talks in a low tone. He removes the hand behind his head, placing both of them under your shirt wanting to feel your skin, scrunching up your oversized shirt a little bit from his caressing movements.

You hummed in agreement, “Just you and me.” You repeated, pecking his lips once, “Forever.” You said before leaning back down to capture his lips. You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, wanting to feel you closer—if that was even possible.

You moan slightly into his mouth, feeling the kiss starting to pick up. He cups your ass, giving it a nice squeeze as you raised your hand up to his hair tugging slightly making him moan in delight. Just as this moment was starting to heat up and get spicy—“Let’s runaway.” He breaks the kiss.

You looked at him, he was panting slightly trying to catch his breath as his eyes gleamed a bit. You panted as you sat up, tilting your head to the side, “What?” You asked with a playful smile on your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows.

Did he really leave you hot and bothered to say some stupid shit? Leave it to San to cockblock the fuck out of the both of you with his random thoughts.

He sits up, adjusting himself underneath you as he wraps his arms around your waist again as your hands make home in his hair as you caressed it. “You heard me,” he said, “let’s runaway. Just you and me, mm? What do you think?” He said ask he peppered kissed on your neck.

You chuckled at his words, tilting your head more as he kept leaving kisses on your neck down to your collarbone, “what I think is that you’re dumb. Did you really stop us for that?” You laughed, reaching to cup his face as you looked down at him. He nodded, “I’m being serious!” He pouted at you.

You sighed. “Okay. Say we were to,” you say playing along with his idea,“where would we go?” You asked him, leaning down to kiss away his pout.

He looks back and forth between your eyes, smirking as he flips you onto your back causing you yelp in surprise. “Anywhere you want to go,” he grabs your legs, wanting to feel them wrapped around him, “Whatever you want,” He says leaning down to kiss you on your lips. “I’ll do it for you.” His kisses trail down to your jaw. “Anything you want.” Down your neck as he caressed your leg.

You licked your lips and slightly moan at the sensation. “Mmm, anything?” You asked him raising an eyebrow as you tilt your head to look at him. “Anything, baby.” He looked up from the crook of your neck.

You shook your head, “You’re so silly. You know we can’t do that.” You smiled at him but then turned serious, “Plus can you even afford me? I’m quite expensive.” You lifted your hand up, examining your nails acting all snobby like turning your head to the side.

He pauses for a second, sitting up. He scoffs, “Excuse me?” Hand on his chest feigning to be offended.

You looked at him and eyed him up and down, playfully judging him and shrugged, “I have expensive taste and demands that need to met.” You said crossing your arms.

“Hit me with whatever you want. I can afford it.” He extends his arms out to the side as if saying do-you-know-who-the-fuck-I-am.

You scoffed, eyeing him up and down, “I don’t want to work.”

“Done.”

“I want to be a housewife.”

“Done.”

“I want different color Lamborghinis to match my moods for the day.”

“Done.”

“I want a private chef. I want to be carried everywhere.”

“Done and done.”

You two stayed silent, looking at each other with a serious look before bursting into laughter. The laughter you two created sounded like the most beautiful music to your ears. You loved having these silly moments with him.

While the laughter subsided, San places his hands on each side of your head, leaning forward. ”Y/N,” He says, your hands slide up and down his muscular arms. “Let’s just do it, huh? We can go and get married,” He places a kiss on your lips, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, “we can have six kids-“

“Six?! The fuc-“ you cut him off with widen eyes, raising both of your eyebrows.

“They will have your sparkling eyes, your beautiful smile,” he cuts you off, ignoring you which caused you to roll your eyes, “they can have my nose, maybe my eyebrows or ears. We can raise them the best we can, we can put them sports, watch them get married, travel when they all leave the house, be the best grandparents ever-“ he cuts himself off as he clears his throat, feeling a bit saddened, but you’re too distracted by his story to catch onto it. “We can grow old together and be buried next to each other. With that, we stay together forever.”

You cup his cheek, “Seems like you got this all figured out, huh?” You smiled at him. “How did a girl like me get so lucky?”

“Oh, baby,” he said in a matter of factly tone, “With me you won’t have to think or worry about anything.” He smirked at you, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it.

There was a moment of silence as you two looked into each other’s eyes all in love. But then San got off of you which made you confused as you furrowed your eyebrows. “San? What are you doing?” You asked him, confused by his actions as his back faces you.

You sit up and sat in the middle of the bed, about to reach out of him but took your hand back abruptly when you saw San turning around and giving you a serious look. He suddenly gets down on one knee. “Y/N,” he said in a serious tone, causing you to cover your face as you fell back laughing, “San, what are you doing?” You asked him as you sat back up with a huge shock smile on your face.

“Y/N,” he repeats again. He inhales and exhales, closing his eyes before looking back into your eyes. “Baby the second my eyes laid on you, my heart knew that you were the one I wanted to spend forever with. I want to wake up and have your eyes be the first thing and the last thing I see. There aren’t enough words to describe the love I have for you.”

You feel yourself getting teary eyed as you scoff out a smile, not believing that he is doing this. “I know, I don’t have a ring right now, but trust me when I say that when I do get it, it will have the biggest gem that represents the immense love I have for you.” He said watching you sniff up your tears. “Will you marry me? Because I don’t want to do life without you.”

You gasped at his words, crying for a few moments before sniffing up your runny nose as you used the back of your hand to wipe your falling tears, “San,” your voice cracks out, as you placed a hand on your chest. “Yes!” You breathed out a smile, “Yes, I will marry you.”

He finally exhales a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Yes?” He asks you as he broke out into the biggest smile ever and you nodded quickly, “Yes, San, yes.” You repeated as he helped you stand up.

He picked up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist as he spins you both around in his arms. You leaned your forehead against his, “You scared me,” he said, “What took you so long in answering!”

You kissed his pout, “I’m sorry,” you laughed, “I had to make sure. You know I’m expensive.” You joked.

He gives you a deadpan look, “Really?” He said in a monotone voice causing you to burst out into laughter as you leaned your forehead against his again, cupping his face, “No, my idiot. I just couldn’t believe this was happening. I’m going to marry my soulmate. I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“You’re the one for me,” he said looking into your eyes. If you weren’t so high from the moment, you could’ve sworn there was sadness in his eyes. “I just- I don’t want to wait anymore.” He cleared his throat, “You’re the one for me, Y/N.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he repeated himself.

After a minute, he clears his throat, “Now,” he says as he tosses you on the bed causing you to yell in shock as you sit up and give him a glare. He takes off his shirt and throws it somewhere behind him as he spreads your legs, ignoring the pissed off look you have with a smirk on his face, “Should we start with baby number one? Or will we get lucky and have triplets first round?”

“San-“ he cuts you with the smirk still etched on his face as he kissed you. He knew damn well you were gonna bring up the topic of six kids, but that’s for another time. Right now, he wants to cherish this moment with you. Just one last time.

You hated how easily he captivated you and how easy he had you under his finger. Without trying to break contact with you, his hand struggles to turn off the light as he taps everything but the switch. He groans in frustration as he sits up and slams the stupid button off causing you to laugh at his impatience. Finally, the light was off.

As he leans back down kissing you, he is mentally tattooing everything about you throughout the night—your lips, your melodic sounds, your breathing, your heartbeat, your gentle and rough touches, your curves— Just everything before it was time.

—

It was late at night as San stood near the bed, watching you sleep. He was dressed in all black, prepared to leave but not before he says goodbye to you. The sheer curtains let the moonlight seep in, casting on your face. The light snores you made were music to his ears. It cause him to gently chuckle bittersweetly as tears blurred his vision.

He remembered all the times you argued with him saying that he was liar, telling him that you don’t snore. It hurt knowing this would be last time hearing them— last time seeing you.

He slowly and gently takes steps to you, leaning down as he removes a few strand of hair from your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispers to you, “I have to go.” He kisses your forehead gently, “I love you so, so much.”

He stiffed up a bit when he saw you stirring in your sleep but exhaled in relief when you stopped and went back to your light snores. He glanced at the clock on your night stand and read 3:00AM. It’s about that time. He looks down as he felt his tears coming in, “Please forgive me.” He pleads quietly, sniffing as he looks at you. “I’ll be back.”

One last kiss on the forehead and he slowly gets up and walks to the door. And just like a switch, he walked down the hall, sniffing up those tears as he moved his head side to side, cracking his neck as a more serious, deadly look appeared on his face as he disappeared from the apartment and into the night.

—

Ugh, you really have to change those sheer curtains that blocks absolutely nothing because right now the morning sun was shinning right in your eyes, stirring you awake. You leaned on your back, one arm covering your eyes while the other reached out to touch San but was met with a cold, empty side.

Eyes still covered, you moved your hand around to try and find his body but let’s be real, this was no California King size bed. Either he fell off the bed or simply, he isn’t here. You removed your arm from your eyes and turned to the side and confirmed that he wasn’t there.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you slowly sat up, bringing the blanket to cover your bare chest. “San?” You called out to him. Maybe he’s in the living room. You waited for a response but nothing.

You sighed as you removed the blanket off your body, shivering slightly from cool air as goosebumps formed on your skin. Maybe he didn’t hear me. You grabbed your shirt from off the floor, putting it on as you walked to the living room. “Sannie?” But you were met with an empty living room—an empty apartment.

You removed your tucked hair from your shirt as you pursed your lips, crossing your arms, “This man is going to be the death of me.” You didn’t think much of it—well, kind of— San does this all the time. Whether it was for work or hanging out with friends— whatever it may be, it was normal for him to do. Yes, you have gotten into multiple arguments over it. Yes, he says he will try. But there are times that he forgets to tell you—like today.

You walked back into the room grabbing your phone, unplugging it from the charger as you tapped on the screen but no notifications. “Really?” You sucked the back of your front teeth, feeling annoyed as you shook your head. You unlocked your phone and dialed his number, running a hand through your hair as you hear the dialing tone.

“The number you have dialed-“ you sighed in annoyance as you hung up the call, opening your messages. ‘Thanks for letting me know that you were leaving :)’ and a ‘call me when you can. Love you asshole.” You sent to him, but it came back as message failed. Great, now his phone died.

You threw your phone on bed, “Whatever.” You say as you walked out the room and headed to the bathroom as you started to get ready for the day. Another great thing about San is that he is not the most dependable with his phone. His phone is either dead or lost between the sofa cushions. He truly can’t pick a struggle.

But you know what, at the end of the day you love him and all his aggravating faults, no matter how many times you want to strangle him. That’s your fiancé. Indeed it is. And it has you smiling like an idiot as you brushed your teeth, looking at your reflection. You guess you’ll keep him.

—

As the day went on, it was still radio silent on San’s part. You kept checking, calling, texting but it was to no avail. San may be dumb when it comes to how he handles his phone and where he’s going and whatnot but he never fails to call you and let you know where he’s at or how he’s doing—even if that means calling from a strangers phone. Yes, you were confused that one time a random ass number kept calling you.

You couldn’t help but get this feeling that something is wrong, so here you are pulling up to his job and checking to see if he’s there. You parked and inhaled and exhaled, keeping the nerves at bay as you grabbed your things and headed out of your car.

‘The Tire Shop’ came into view as you made your way to the door. Maybe he’s busy and you’ll forgive him for now and yell at him later. As soon as you opened the door, you winced a bit at the car drill radiating throughout the shop as you looked at the men working on cars.

You watched as a man passed by you, rolling at tire to a car he’s fixing on, having the smell of oil and sweat fill up your nostrils. You gripped your purse strap as you looked around to spot if San was talking with someone or working on a car but nothing.

You were too caught up scanning for San that you didn’t even notice an older gentleman approaching you. “Ma’am?” He calls to your attention as he wipes his hands on a dirty rag, removing excess grease. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, sorry,” you chucked nervously, stepping a bit closer to him. “Yes. I’m looking for someone. Is San working today? Did he come in?” You asked.

He tilted his head to the side, giving you his ear as he gets a bit closer to you as the drill goes off again, “I’m sorry. Who?” He yelled through the sound, eyebrows furrowed.

“San. Choi San.” You repeated a bit louder, leaning in slightly to his ear. “H-Have you seen him?” You stuttered a bit, feeling nervous.

“Choi San?” He repeated with confusion in his tone, tilting his head in confusion. “I’m sorry but nobody of that name works here.” He said shaking his head, tucking in the dirty rang in his back pocket.

You froze, feeling your blood go cold. You let out a nervous laugh, “That’s impossible,” you said reaching into your purse and showing your lock screen. “He’s been working here for five years.” The man squints his eyes, adjusting his poor vision to see the photo of San. “Are you sure?” You asked him in disbelief.

He nods his head. “I’m sure, ma’am.” But seeing the desperation in your face, he sighs turning around to yell out to one of his coworker. The coworker stops and gives him a stank face of what-do-you-want? The man asks him if he’s heard of a Choi San working here but the coworker just shook his head, getting back to work.

“Well, there you have it. Is there anything else I can help you with today?” The gentleman asked you as your heart dropped.

—

You slammed that door open as you rushed out, fumbling with your car keys in hand as you made your way to the car. You slammed your car door shut as you gripped onto the steering wheel, “What the fuck is going on?” You asked yourself, with a shaky breath, hearing a high pitch ringing in your ears.

You looked at your purse that was still clinging onto your arm. You quickly opened it, rummaging through it as you searched for your phone, messing up password multiple times as you rushed to unlock it making you groan in frustration.

“Come on come on.” You whispered to yourself as you dialed his number waiting for him to pick up but it went straight to voicemail. “Fuck!” You screamed out as you threw your phone on the dashboard.

You leaned your face into your hands, feeling anger and confusion swimming in your mind. Are you going insane? What the fuck does this man mean that he’s never heard of a Choi San? You start to get flashbacks of when you dropped him off, him literally coming out of the shop, having lunch with him right outside on the benches— Just what in the fuck is going on?

Fuck this. You backed out and drove to the police station. You knew San like that back of your hand. From small details such as calling or texting, even if he doesn’t do it in the moment, he NEVER forgets. And now you’re being told that he has never worked there? For the past five years? Bullshit. Something bad is happening and you sure as hell aren’t going to waste anymore time.

—

You were spaced out thinking about the whereabouts of San as you sat in-front of a desk, waiting for an officer. You gnawed on your lower lip, bouncing your leg rapidly from the nerves. “Miss Y/N?” Your head snapped to the side to see a female officer approaching you with a comforting smile and water.

You stood up and shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Officer Lee.” She gestures to the seat you were in, “Please, sit.” She places the cup in front of you, mumbling a thank you to her as you took a sip of water.

“Thank you so much for meeting with me.” You tell her as you adjust yourself in the seat. “I just didn’t know what else to do and I just- I don’t-“ you felt overwhelmed, losing your words.

She reaches over the table and places a comforting hand on yours. “It’s okay. You did the right thing by coming here.” She smiles once more, removing her hand to grab a pen and opening her notepad. “Why don’t we break down your day today. From when you woke up to now.”

You nodded as you inhaled and exhale. You quickly got to work. You told her how you woke up and he wasn’t home, how he’s basically irresponsible with his phone, how his job all of a sudden tells you that he doesn’t work there. You also mentioned every single detail of San. From his hair to physique, his full name, date of birth, no family, all of his habits, photos of him—you didn’t even forget to mention how just last night he proposed to you.

Throughout this Officer Lee was jotting down everything you told her, asking some questions to expand on certain things. “And that’s everything I know.” You sighed in exhaustion, sniffing as you wiped some tears with tissue paper.

“It was perfect. You gave us all information possible to make this a clear and proper search.” She nodded as you as she closes her notepad and placing her pen down. “I know this is tough for you, but I can assure you that we will do our best to figure out what happened.”

You faced down with your eyes closed. “What if I’m being dramatic? But at the same time what if something happened to him? I just don’t know-“

“Listen to me,” She cuts you off. “You know San better than anyone. If you feel that something is off then something must be off, okay? Plus, one doesn’t suddenly not work at a place he’s been at for five years.” You sniffed and nodded at her.

She stands up, which causes you to also stand up, adjusting your purse on your shoulder. “In the meantime, go home and continue with your regular routine. I know it’s easier said than done, but please try. We will handle the rest and keep you updated.”

You nodded and shook her hand once more. “Thank you so much Officer Lee.” You tell her. “I very much appreciate it.” And with that you made your way out the station, pushing the door as you stepped out into the breezy night. You entered your car and leaned your head back, feeling a sob coming out once more. Where did you go, San?

—

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months since you last saw San. Every single day you call the police to get an update but it was the same fucking vague answers. It’s as if they rehearsed the same lines over and over just for you. You felt as if you were past the point of insanity.

All you just want to know is if San was alive or not. You just want to know if there was a single trace of him anywhere in this damn world— just something. All you just wanted a peace of mind.

Here you go again, on the phone with Officer Lee, who quite literally has the patience of an angel with the way you be calling everyday—some days with more attitude than usual. “Miss Y/N, as I have said before,” she sighed, “I don’t have anything. I will call you when-“

“When you have an update.” You finished the sentence with her. Today, you just so happen to have that attitude. “I know. I just-“ you cut yourself off as you sighed and rubbed your forehead, walking back and forth in your living room.

“I just want to know if you found anything. Even is that anything is so small, I don’t care. Just anything please.” You begged her. “Like why would he lie to me for the past five years about his job? Why would he propose to me and envision this life with me only for him to leave?” You asked her on the verge of tears, exhaling a shaky breath.

These are all the same questions you’ve been asking her for months. You sound like a broken record at this point, but what can you do? You never thought this would happen to you. Deep down you know the only one who can truly answer this was Choi San.

Officer Lee rubs her forehead, staying silent as she listens to you. She too feels heartbroken for you. “I’m sorry.” You whimpered out, sniffing. “I’m just desperate. I feel like I’m going insane. It’s been months and there’s no update. I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.” You vented to her, feeling your heart slowly break apart.

There was a long, long pause on the phone as you cried. Just as soon as you were going to ask if she was still there— she spoke. “Y/N, listen to me and listen closely because this will be the only time I will be mentioning this.” Officer Lee looks at her surroundings and figures there’s too many people so she heads to a vacant stairway.

You froze at her words. Her tone sounded completely different. “I’m not allowed to speak about this, but I can’t keep letting you live like this.” You froze at her words, “There is no record of Choi San.”

You opened your mouth but no words came out feeling completely confused as you shook your head in confusion. “A few months back, I was able to find something on him. Just a small trace of his location. He was seen walking around town, nothing too suspicious. But,” she pauses. You feel your heartbeat in your throat, “the following day when I went to check the video surveillance once more, it was gone. Wiped off. When I went to search him up, it said that there was no record of Choi San.“ She said. “It’s as if he never existed.”

Your heart dropped, you felt the room spinning. “Wh-What?” You managed to let out, “As if he ever existed?” You repeated her words in disbelief. “What? Why would anyone do that? Why would that even happen?”

Officer Lee looks up the stairs to check if anyone was coming and below before leaning her back on the wall. “Can I tell you something?” She whispered into the phone. She can sense the overwhelming feeling of hurt and confusion.

You closed your eyes, feeling tears falling down your face. You bit your lips, nodding even though she couldn’t see you. “Yes?” You answered quietly, feeling your fear taking over.

“As someone who has been working in this industry for a long time, it can only mean one thing,” she says, “this man was involved in something very dangerous.” You felt your knees give up as you held onto the sofa. “Whoever this Choi San is, he disappeared for a reason.”

“Who is he? What has been done?” You asked frantically, feeling the hairs stand behind your neck. Who did I lie in bed with?

She shook her head. “I don’t know.” She sounded defeated. Truthfully, she did not know. She knew that this was not the first time someone has just up and disappeared off the Earth. She knows that there are some evil deals made behind closed doors with the police department.

“Why would he do to me then? What am I supposed to do?” You asked her choking out a sob as you angrily wiped that tears off your face.

“If I were you, I would leave.” She said serious. You were taken aback. “Y/N, you don’t know this man. He is not the man you thought you knew. Trust me. Please. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened.”

You felt numb at this point. What else can come in and ruin your life at this point? “I will call you if I have find something. Until then, please take care of yourself.” And with that you heard the hang up tone, leaving you alone once again.

You stood there in silence, dropping your arm down along with the phone. The sound of the phone hitting the floor rang in your ears. San? Dangerous? No. It can’t be. All of these thoughts rapidly came at you at once, making it seem like a million of voices are in your head.

Soon everything just went blank and something within you snapped. You went to the fireplace and hand swipe everything off the counter, screaming in anger. You cried in misery as you grabbed a picture frame and chucked it to the wall, watching the glass shatter at the impact.

You swiped everything off your dining table, flipping the table in frustration. His absence only worsen the betrayal you felt within your fucking bones. You stood in the middle of the living room starting to laugh. Laughing hysterically as tears dwelled in your eyes.

Everything you knew for the past five years was a lie. A waste of time. Your laughter subsided to agony as you fell to your knees, unable to control this painful heartache. You sobbed uncontrollably as you clutched onto your chest wanting to take this unbearable pain out of your heart.

Fucking San? A dangerous man? The same idiot who was afraid of flipping food over because he was afraid of the hot oil? The same idiot who would drink water from his hands because he was lazy to get a cup? The same idiot who wanted to raise a family with you? No. This can’t be happening.

You leaned forward, placing your hands on the floor as you leaned on them for support as your body shook from your cries. It hits you in that moment if he knew what he was asking when he asked you to runaway. All that you envisioned is gone, just like him.

—

It’s later in the night, and you’re in your kitchen drunkenly stumbling on your tippy toes as you kept your balance to reach into the top cabinet for yet another wine bottle. You finally reached it, popping open the bottle and pouring more in your glass. You take a sip as you close your eyes, feeling this temporary relief soak up in you.

You grabbed the bottle and turned to face the living room, eying the mess you created earlier. You’ll deal with it later, you thought to yourself as you took another sip, walking through the mess as you headed straight to your room.

You sat on your floor staring into the open closet with swollen, bloodshot eyes. You took a sip feeling your eyelids getting heavy from the crying and the alcohol. You placed the cup down, grabbing the bottle and poured some more wine without taking your sight off his side the closet.

Judging from how you heard the cup filling up to the brim, you stopped and placed the bottle down. You sighed as you licked your lips. Well, might as well start moving his shit out. You drunkenly got on your knees and crawled to the closet and sat on your knees.

You reached up and yanked off one of his shirts from the hanger, watch it swing from the harsh pull. You brought the material up to your nose, inhaling it. Though your nose maybe be stuffy from the crying, his scent was so strong. You bring it up to your cheek, wishing it was his touch— his warmth.

You opened your eyes to a blurred vision. No, no tears right now. You turned around and reached to grab your drink and took a few sips before placing it back down. You slowly stood up, feeling the liquor rushing down your legs as it controls your movements. Let’s start with something different.

You reached out to the top of the closet shelve, getting on your tippy toes and grabbed a stack full of boxes and miscellaneous things. But with your wobbly drunken self, and horrible grip, you ended up dropping it on the floor, causing you to yelp out as you moved back.

You opened your eyes and looked down to see that you spilled your drink and broken the glass, “Oh, great.” You pursed your lips, “Glad to see that I’m not the only one broken.” You say, making a half-assed joke. You sighed as you got on your knees and collected some of the big pieces. Thankfully your floor is carpet, all you have to do is wet-vac it.

You started to dry off some of his things but was stopped when you saw a black briefcase with a gold lock embedded on it. “What is this?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you grabbed it and used your hands to take off some of the wine droplets.

You sat comfortable and brought it the case closer for you to examine the lock. It was a four digit code. You grabbed your wine bottle, taking a big swig of it before you went to work on this lock. You bit your lower lip in concentration as you tried multiple combinations.

Shit, you even did the good ole 1, 2, 3, 4. Now listen, in your defense, while on one hand you can kill San, or whoever that man is right now, you always laughed at him for having the most basic password ever—to which he would get offended each time. So you couldn’t help but try it out at least one time.

But, man, you were stumped. Plus it doesn’t help that you were drunk so give yourself some slack. You take a sip and groaned out loud, “What could it even be..” you thought out. You then gasp as you quickly grabbed the case and placed in those four digits. Your birthday. And with that, it clicks open.

You scoffed out a smile, “Really?” Of course he would. “Stop it.” You scolded yourself, shaking your head at yourself. You exhaled, trying to calm the nerves. You slowly opened it, eyes widening at the sight of documents. But these weren’t just regular documents— these were gang afflicted documents.

Your drunken eyes roaming all over, you grabbed the papers out and stacked them, pushing the briefcase to the side. You then start to spread out the documents in front of you, eyes widening as they captured specific words.

You get on your knees as you further spread them out. You then fall back on your knees and parted your mouth in shock at the view in front of you. These documents were filled with gruesome attacks of people, some described chilling events that took place, plans of ambushes, details reports of deaths— you felt sick. What you take notice is that whoever wrote all of this, must’ve been so numb to the brutal killings that were executed.

You then notice a familiar signature at the bottom of the paper. “Oh my god..” you cover your mouth in shock. It was his signature. He did this. You dropped the paper and picked up the previous papers to only confirm what you had in mind. All of them had his signature. He did all of this.

You then turn to the side and saw orange envelope that was filled with what you could imagine more information. You grabbed it and opened it, but dropped it as you turned to the side feeling as if you were going to throw up. You coughed as you felt your throat closing up as you leaned on your hands for support as you hunched over.

“Oh, what the fuck!” You coughed out. Never in your life did you expect to see most nastiest, gruesome photos of bodies. You laid in bed with a freaking monster. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked back the photos you dropped.

You panted heavy as you picked a photo with San standing in the center as men surrounded him all shirtless. You looked closely and saw a snake tattoo that started on their ribs and to their chest. You then had a memory come in when you asked San about his tattoo but he shook his head saying it was nothing, how he thought it was cool when he was younger.

The look casted on San’s face was a rough looking demeanor that contradicts the San you knew—but then again everything did. You dropped your hand with the photograph still in your grasp as you spaced out for a second trying to process everything.

Officer Lee was right. You just didn’t want to believe it. You looked down as took in the gruesome that were spread out. You saw all the violence San created—all the blood, guts, chopped off body parts, one with San smiling over a body. You couldn’t contain it anymore and struggled your way to the bathroom, having the walls be your support as you made it to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

You can’t believe what your life has become.

—

PRESENT TIME, 5 YEARS LATER

"Alright, my little munchkins," Your voice full of warmness, "It's almost time to go home, let's start cleaning up!" You say to your first grade students as they in unison yelled out "Okay!" You heard the little chairs squeak against the floor as they got up preparing to leave.

They chatted amongst themselves as they worked together. You moved through the room, helping and guiding them when they had questions on where certain things go. As years have passed, you slowly rebuilt your life. You took joy in being a Pre-K teacher. The laughter and smiles from the kids help shed some light in the darkness that was roaming around you.

The kids eagerly grabbed their backpacks and jacket, helping some as you made some jokes with them causing them to giggle. They were filled with excitement knowing it was time to go home as they bounced in a file line by the door. You opened the doors seeing parents waiting outside.

One by one you watched as they left, the crowd of students getting smaller and smaller. You sighed as you closed your classroom door, stretching your neck. You organized the classroom some more, pushing in chairs, sweeping the floor, collecting left over materials and putting them in their respective place.

Finally, time to go home and shower the day off. You grabbed your purse, turned off the light and headed out the room. You lock your class room door and sighed as you take your hair out of the tight ponytail, running a hand through it.

For some reason you felt someone looking at you which made you look across the street to see a man all dressed in black standing still as he looked at you. You slowly subsided your steps, looking at this figure but with the sun and tall silver fence that wrapped around the school, it was hard to adjust on the face.

You watched as they slowly walked away, your gaze never leaving them until they are fully gone from your view. Well, that was fucking weird, you thought to yourself as you picked up the pace to your car, looking behind you every few seconds.

—

For five years you have done all that you could to forget Choi San and started anew. You blocked out everything you two shared. The memories, the empty promises, the relationship you two had—everything. You packed up your shit, got rid of everything that was San’s, and moved states. You changed your number, email, deleted any form of social media and accounts— you name it and it was gone.

To say you weren’t terrified would be a bold ass lie. You were petrified of the things San has done. Most importantly, what he could do to you. You were scared of him finding you. When you feel yourself slipping up, yearning for his love or him, you remind yourself of the deadly things this man did. He has no right to stay in your heart.

But we digressed. You slide the shower curtain open causing the steam to swirl around from your sudden movement. You bring your hair to the side, wringing out the excess water, and then slowly stepped of the tub carefully to not lose your balance. You dragged the towel off the rack and pat your self dry before wrapping it around you.

Tucking the excess at the top to make sure the towel doesn’t fall, you walked to your mirror and hand wiped the fog off. You started off with your nightly routine, wanting to just go to bed from all the exhaustion you had today. But just then as you spat out your toothpaste, you heard a faint creaking of wood in your living room.

You looked at the door and froze, feeling your heart quicken a bit at the sound. Maybe it was the upstairs neighbors. You shook your head as you opened the faucet and wiped the corners of your mouth. Maybe I just made the sound up.

But then the creaking noise comes back. You turned off the faucet, gently placing your ear and hands against the door, waiting for it once more. It’s silent—but you aren’t taking any chances.

You slowly pushed yourself off the door and crouched down to your sink cabinet. You quietly opened it and reached in and grabbed the gun that was attached to the roof of the cabinet. When you moved, you decided to arm yourself as a form of protection.

You stood up and cocked the gun back. Your free hand wrapped around the door knob, inhaling and exhaling before slowly opening it. The creaking of the door opening added to the eeriness of the silence. Goosebumps formed on your skin as a gush of cool air from the hallway hits your skin.

You raised the gun up while your other hand supported it from underneath as you walked down the hall. The mist leaving the bathroom was conforming with the fresh air, disappearing behind you as you made your way down the hallway. Your steps thudded as you got closer, faint sounds of water droplets from your hair coming in contact with the floor.

You quickly turned the corner, scanning the living room as the gun followed your eye movements. Your breathing filled up your ears as your eyes moved quickly to every shadow or movement you suspected was something, which only added to your adrenaline.

Then finally, the creaking noise made your ears twitch and this time it was clear where it was coming from. You pointed the gun to the kitchen, tightening the grip. “Show yourself.” You commanded, voice full of anger.

Soon a man slowly emerges from the dark shadows with his hands up. Your eyes widened for a second but you kept your composure, “Who are you?” A slight shaky tone gave away the fear coursing in your body. All you saw was his body as the darkness covered his face.

Slowly he dropped his hands, standing still. “Answer me.” You demanded, heart beating up to your ears.

And with that he takes a step forward and with one look at the face, everything comes crumbling down. “S-San?” You gasped in disbelief, eyes widening at the sight of him, mouth parting.

“Y/N,” he said in a low voice. Oh my god. “It’s me.” It’s really him. The voice you longed to hear after five years. The person you missed desperately. The person who was your forever. He held his gaze with yours as he walked to you.

You felt your arms slowly dropping as you stood in shock. You couldn’t believe he’s here face to face. You want to hold him—wait— “Don’t fucking move.” You tell him as you quickly regained your composure. He freezes at your words. He is not the person you thought you knew.

“Y/N,” his voice broke, eyes full of sorrow. “Please. I know I fucked up.” He tries taking a step forward. Fucked up is an understatement.

“Don’t fucking move!” You yell at him, taking a step forward, gun pointed at him causing him to take a step back. “I’ll shoot you.” You tell him.

His eyes widen at your words. “Y/N,” he whispers as tears start dwelling in his eyes. “I know you’re upset, but please let me explain-“

“Upset?” You cut him off with a humorless laugh. “You fucking asshole. You ruined me! You hurt me in ways I didn’t even know was possible.” You spat at him. “You left me. No— You disappeared. Come to find out you’re nothing but a sick piece of inhumane shit murderer.”

“Let me explain, Y/N. It’s not what you think.” He tells you as he takes a step forward to you. His heart drops at the way you look at him. He knows the damage he has done. He knows that it might be late to salvage whatever is left but he would be damn if he gives up to easily.

The two of you moved around in circles in your living room. Him wanting to hold you, to feel your warmth and to explain everything but you wanting nothing to do with him as you moved away from him. His voice broke as he spoke, “Baby, please-“

“Don’t!” You cut him off, feeling the hot tears falling down your cheeks. “Don’t call me that. You don’t get to show up five years later and try to make up for all the bullshit you put me through.” You tell him as you two finally stopped moving.

You watched as he cried, looking in pain. “Leave. Never come back. You’re five years too late, asshole. I want nothing from you.” You tell him angrily. There was a pause of works between you two, all you could hear was the cries. Your vision blurred by your tears as you stared into his regretful eyes.

San couldn’t contain it anymore. He walks up to you, making you gasp in shock as you walked backwards, bumping into the wall arms still extended out. You felt a slight push from the gun when its cold metal was pressed on his chest. “I have killed men.” He starts to explain what you saw in the photos. “Those men you saw in the photos have done most vile, disgusting things to people. Things that would keep you up at night.” He whispers at the end.

He clears his throat, “Let me explain,” he pleads. “Let me explain and then I’ll leave. I’ll do whatever you ask of me but please, Y/N…”

You fucking trembled as you let out a sob. He sighs in relief as he raised his hands, enclosing them on yours as he gently removed the gun from your hands. You don’t even fight it, you just hug yourself. He removes the ammo and cocks back the gun watching the bullet jump out, dropping the gun to the floor.

The thud made you jump back, wishing the wall would engulf you and would disappear. Slowly he raised his hands to your shoulders, causing you to look away in fright. You swallowed your nerves as you stiffened a bit, feeling his hands rising up to cup your face, making you turn to face him.

He leans his forehead on yours, sliding his hands from your face down your arms, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips as he pressed gentle kisses on your knuckles. He places your hands on his cheeks and leans into your touch, let out a shaky sigh of relief. Enjoying your warmth, missing your touch.

You stood there as you took in his gentle gestures. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you fucking missed him. You missed everything so much, but can’t fall for this. You removed your hands from his touch and looked at him in anger. He fucking left you.

You shoved his chest with all your force, watching him stumble backwards. He looked at you in shock. There was a moment of silence before you walked up to him and started pounding him on his chest, hitting him as you released everything you’ve been suppressing for the past five years.

“How could you do this to me?!” You screamed at him. “Who the fuck are you? Why would you come into my life if you were just going to disappear?” He stood there, taking it from you knowing that he deserves this and more.

You slapped him so hard across the face, making him almost lose his balance. “Okay,” he said groaning out in pain as he adjusted his jaw, feeling that burning sensation. “I deserved that.”

You shoved him once more. “I gave you everything.” You told him, panting heavily. “I fucking loved you. You were my everything. We were going to get married and have this life together.” You cried to him. You placed your hands on your head, feeling as if you were going crazy, “I just want to know why.” You shook your head, “Why, San?”

“Baby,” he tells you and you just close your eyes not wanting to hear the pet name he had for you. “I-“ he tried finding the words. “I was involved in something that I never, ever wanted you to find out. I know, sounds hypocritical considering you found the documents and pictures and for that I’m sorry. I genuinely forgot to take the case because- because-“ he sighs as he shakes his head, cutting himself off to change the topic.

You stayed quiet as you looked at him. He sniffed, “I have done terrible, terrible things.” You watched as he looks down and then back up to you, “But I had no choice.” He tells you as he got closer to you, grabbing your hands as he brings them to his lips once more “Part of what I did was something I needed to do in order to get out.” He places a kiss on your hands, looking at you. “In order to be with you.”

You wanted to stay silent. You didn’t want to know but your curiosity betrayed you, “What-“ you let out a shaky breath, “What did you have to do?” You said quietly.

He leans his forehead on your hands, not being able to look at you when he confesses. “In order to get out—to show my loyalty to them and to prove I was done with that life— I had to kill very important people.”

You took your hands from his grasp and looked to the side as you covered your mouth, not being able to look at him. “Oh my god.” You whimpered out.

“Baby, please, it was the only way for me to get out of this life that I didn’t even want to be to begin with.” He says, searching for your eyes. “But that was the only way for me to survive. Once I was in, there was no easy way out.”

He cups your face and wipes your tears, “But when I saw you,” he lets out chuckle with tears streaming down, “I’ll never forget when I first laid my eyes on you. I knew from the bottom of my heart I wanted to be with you,” he looked into your eyes, “I did what I did to be with you. I would do it a thousand times over for you. Because I love you.”

You closed your eyes, whimpering as he kept going on. “I left because I wanted to live a free life from all that shit. I left because I wanted to live in peace with you. Listen,” he cups your face, making you look directly at him, “the men I killed deserved all I did. They have hurt innocent people. Woman, children, Y/N, they don’t care who it was. Scumbags like that deserved to be punished.”

He fell to knees, placing gentle tender kisses on your thighs. “I was so, so afraid of losing you that I hid everything from you. I fucked up for not telling you but I was just trying to protect you.” He cries out as he leans his forehead on your thighs.

He wraps his arms around your legs, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I’m so sorry for all the misery I have caused you. I promise you, I was done. But-” he fumbled with his words, “But someone informed me that they were looking for me to get revenge. To get back at me for all I did to those people.”

He looks up at you, “And I just—… I could never live with myself if they killed you.So I decided to just leave and disappear before they found you with me.” He caresses the back of your thighs as he leaned his forehead once more on your thighs. “I thought it would be better this way. I paid off the men at my job to lie to you if you showed up. I threw my phone away. I had all of my records cleared off the database. I just couldn’t risk anyone having single link of you from me. ”

Your sobs filled the room as you take in all his words. This man who went from your lover to a stranger to now you being conflicted. You watched as he stood up, cupping your face once more. “For the past five years, I never once let you out my sight.” He confesses.

It then hits you. “Was that you today?” You asked him and he nodded.

“It fucking broke me watching you from the distance but please, Y/N, understand it was for your protection.” He tells you.

You held onto his wrists, “San,” you licked your lips as you closed your eyes. “I just- I don’t know what to think or what to do.” You sniffed as you opened your eyes and looked at him. “Why now? Why now after all these years did you decide to come back?“

“I’m free,” he whispered to you, “I took care of everything.” He tells you and you felt a shiver go down your spine as you gulped. “Listen to me, they deserved it.” You remove his hands, feeling sick as you remembered the photos and documents.

He sighs in defeat. “Y/N, the things they have done to others,” he shakes his head, “it’s indescribable. What I did to them isn’t even half of what they have done.” That makes you feel even more in shock. Those photos and detailing was already horrible enough, you can’t imagine what they did to others.

You looked at the floor thinking. Does it kind of make you feel better that San basically did justice in killing bad guys? You don’t know. Are you trying to make an excuse? You don’t know. But one thing is certain, you were afraid. You looked at him as you let out a shaky breath, “Would you ever… hurt me?” You hesitantly asked him.

You saw as his face broke at your question. His heart dropped at your words. “What?” He whispered out. “I would never, ever do such a thing to you. You’re the love of my life. The reason I woke up and did what I did for the past five years just so I can be with you again. Y/N you changed me for the better.” He grabs your hand and placed it on his chest. “This is for you.” He says as you feel his heart beat, insinuating that it beats for you and only you.

“The man you saw in the photos and read in the documents that’s not me anymore. I gave up that life for you. I wanted to change for you. I love you, Y/N, believe that.” He pulls you to him as he cups your face once more.

You planned to never see San ever again in your life. As a matter of fact you wanted to kill him if he ever came across your way. But now listening to him and him explaining, granted he needs more explains to do, you can’t help but fucking want him again in your life. You fucking missed him.

You let out a whimper. “San,” you say, “I hate you so much. I hate that I missed you. I hate that I still love you.” You squeezed his wrists. San lets out a sad chuckle at your word, “I hate myself too. I hate for leaving you and for hurting you.”

You softly hit his chest once as you cried, not having any strength left in your body. You looked up at him, “Are you going to leave me again?” You asked him with tears in your eyes, in a broken voice that was full of pain.

He leans his forehead on yours, “Never. I will never leave you again.” You felt his rough hands roaming up and down your arms, giving you goosebumps. You bit your lower lip—fuck. It’s as if nothing has changed for the past five years. You just give into him so easily.

You looked into his eyes, love and lust swirling around. “Please,” he said lowly, as he wiped your tears with his thumbs, “Let me take care of you tonight.” He places a kiss below your ear, “Let me show you how sorry I am.” He trails kisses down your neck, “How much I’ve missed you.” He hovers his lips over yours.

You let out a sigh of satisfaction from his touches. You slightly nodded as you looked into his eyes. He leans in and captures your lips, you melted into his touch. He wasted no time in picking you up causing you to wrap your legs around him.

You gently tugged his hair as the kiss started to heat up. He glided a hand up your back, tugging your head back by your hair as he trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone. You let out a moan when he starts sucking on that sweet spot. You look back down to him and kissed him again.

“Mmm, where is the room?” He broke the kiss, panting slightly as he catches his breath. “Down the hall.” You whispered, panting as well.

—

He burst into the bedroom, both of you still in the heated kiss, closing the door with his leg as he walked and threw you on the bed. “San!” You yelped out in shock. You sat up as you clutched the towel that still covered your body, giving him an angry look as he hovers over you, “Don’t do that shi-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m sorry, baby.” He whispers to you, gently pushing you to lay back down on the bed, “I’ll be careful, okay?” He whispers in your ear, kissing below it. Bullshit but okay. Nice to know that something’s don’t change.

He sat up as he takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind him as he leans back down to kiss you. You unconsciously roam your hands all over his muscular arms, squeezing them as he grinds his clothes hard member against your bare throbbing, achy pussy.

His lips slowly moves down and stops at the top of your towel. He takes his forefinger and slowly drags it from your lips down to neck and between your breast. He never once took his eyes off you as he slowly unravels your towel. He looked at you as if you were a meal—starving and craving you for the past five years.

He leans down and latches onto your nipple while massaging the other one causing you to arch your back as you clench you pussy onto nothing. He exhaled a sigh of relief through his nose as his tongue flicks your harden nipple. He switches from one breast to the other.

He trails the kisses down your stomach making you inhale and exhale at his trailing wet kisses, making you excited for what’s to come. He gets off the bed, kneeling on the floor between your legs, hooking his arms underneath your legs as he drags you closer to him.

He places your thighs on his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs as he eyes your glistening pussy. His hands caress your thighs up and down. “San, please.” You begged to him, turning your head to the side in desperation as your chest heaves at his actions.

“Shh, baby, just relax.” His hot breath hovers over your throbbing area, making you clench once more. “Let me handle it, okay?” He asks you and watched as you nodded frantically causing him to smirk.

He then sucks on your clit, slightly hollowing his cheeks from the suction as he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud. You let out a moan as he lays his tongue flat, moving his head up and down. You gripped on his head, using your free one to grip the sheets. The sounds of suction adds to your pleasure.

He reaches over your thighs, spreading your folds wasting no time to fuck you with his tongue. San swears this is the most beautiful state he has seen you in. Screaming as you arch your back, unable to deal with the pleasure as it takes over you.

He moves his tongue in and out your hole, feeling you clench around him. He moves his tongue all around your folds before going back in. He then freed one hand and uses his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. “Shit.” You breathed out turning your head side to side, gasping.

He freed his other hand and sticks in two fingers, curved upward, moving at a medium pace. “O-Oh!” You moaned out, throwing your head back as your mouth parts in delight, “Ri-Right there!” You gripped the pillow on either side of your head.

He continues the rubbing and fingering as he looks at you. His cheeks hurt but he doesn’t fucking care. “I missed you so much baby.” He said in a deep voice, “I’ve dreamt of this everyday for the past five years.”

He places a kiss on your inner thigh. “Can you cum for me?” He asked you before getting back down. He quickens the pace, sucking the lower half of your clit as he uses his thumb to rub the top part rapidly, adding pressure to it.

You screamed out his name as a mantra. “San! San, I’m going to cum!” You said as you looked down at him before throwing your head back. You clamped his head trapped between your thighs, feeling your orgasm building up. You fisted his hair as you breathed heavy.

“Shit! Shit!” You say as you screamed out as you reached your orgasm. All the built up emotions just released in that moment as you felt like you saw stars. You breathed out uncontrollably as he help you ride out your high with his fingers and mouth. Your shaky legs let go of the grip it had on his head as you tried collecting yourself.

He stands up and removes his pants and boxers in one go, watching you all fucked out on the bed. His member was leaking with precum, eager to feel you and to fill you up all deliciously. He hovers of you, getting between your legs, “You okay, baby?” He asks you.

“Yeah,” You breathed out as you lazily wrapped your arms over his neck, “That was amazing.” You lazily smile which caused him chuckle. You pull him to you, kissing him as you tasted yourself on his lips.

He pulls back, “Are you ready?” He asked you. You nodded at him, “Yes.” You whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moves to his hand to align himself, both of you remaining eye contact. You closed your eyes as you feel his tip going in and then him full stretching you out. He drops his head down, feeling the tightness engulf him.

He takes a moment for you both, taking in the sensation. You can’t help but to clench down at him, enjoying this longed for feeling. He slowly starts to thrust back and forth, biting his lower lip. “Oh.” You moaned out in pleasure and a slight stinging pain from the stretching.

He kisses your lips. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He comforts you through the slight pain. “Are you gonna take what I give you?” He asked causing you to flutter your eyes open at him.

“Anything you give me, I’ll take it.” You nodded at him. As soon as you gave him the permission, he puts his hands behind your knees, moving them up to the sides of your head. He starts pounding in you causing him to groan out in delight as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back.

The position made you feel his rough thrusts deeper causing you to scream. The bed frame started hitting again the wall from how hard he was going. “You like that baby?” He asked you looking back down at you.

“Ye-Yes-s!” You managed to choke out. Your tits bounced from his actions as you tried finding something to grip onto, feeling overwhelmed. You then let out a gasp when you felt him dropping your legs, turning you to lay on your stomach.

He drags your hips up, quickly inserting himself back in as his hand forces to arch your back. He smacks your ass which makes you moan out, loving the stinging. “Touch yourself for me, baby.” He says. You adjusted yourself on your arm as you reached out and rubbed circles on your clit. The rubbing makes you clench on him, “Fuck,” he moans out, bed creaking underneath you both. “Fucking love when you do that.”

He then grabs a fist of your hair, pulling your head back. You whimpered at the pulling as he smacks your ass again. You whined as you bit your lower lip, loving how his balls smack against your clit. “You’re mine.” He leans down and whispers in your ear, hand sliding to your neck, squeezing it. “All mine.”

“All yours, San.” You say with the little air you have in your body. You then leaned forward when he lets go of you, gasping for air. But you have no time to compose yourself as he turns you around one last time, laying you on your back.

“Cum with me.” He tells you, rapidly thrusting into you. Your hands reached to his back, scratching it deeply as he rubs your clit. His balls hitting your ass as he tries chasing his high, letting out a low groan.

All the sounds from skin slapping to the bed frame legit about to break added to the electrifying atmosphere. He reaches up and holds your jaw in place, “I'm gonna cum.” You tell him. “Me too, baby. Cum with me.” He tells you as he leans down and kisses you.

A few more strokes and you both are moaning into each other’s mouths as you both came at the same time. He paints your walls white as his hips movements slowly starts to subside, riding out both of your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavy. Hot, sweaty sticky bodies in each other’s embrace. Your hand reaches up and caresses his sweaty hair. “I love you.” He tells you as you feel the vibration in the crook of your neck.

“I love you too.” You tell him as you stare off to the ceiling, slowly closing your eyes as you felt the exhaustion take over, caressing movements subsiding in his hair.

—

You wake up with the sun shining in your eyes. You scrunched up your face as you turned away from the light, reaching out to feel San. You shot your eyes open when you didn’t feel him there. No, not again. You sit up straight, looking at the empty spot. “San?” You called out, looking out the door way— nothing answers you back.

You remove the covers off you hastily, ignoring the overall soreness in your body as you walked to your drawer grabbing underwear and oversize shirt. You quickly put them on as you walked out the room, “San- Oh.” You called out once more as you walked down the hallway but stopped abruptly in your steps.

All your overwhelming emotions flushed away when you saw San cooking in the kitchen. “Ah!” He screamed out in pain when a small drop of oil jumped onto his skin. You covered your mouth when you saw how he was standing— body arm length away, hips pushed out, completely away from the pan as his arms are extended out. One hand holds a fork and the other holding the handle of the pot.

Through the sizzling, San heard your chuckle, causing him to snap his head towards you. “The stupid oil burned me again!” He said with a pout.

You sighed out a chuckle as you shook your head. “Let me do it, you big baby.” You said smiling as you walked to him. You take the fork from his hand and flipped some bacon pieces. He crossed his arms, “I’m not a big baby.” He said in a whining tone.

You snorted. “Sure.” You say, eyeing the bacon as you smiled. “You have the temperature too hig-“ You froze in your words when you saw a ring on your ringer finger with a huge diamond on it. How did you miss this big ass rock?

You then felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, lips kissing on your neck. You let out a shocked scoff as you felt tears dwelling in. “I told you I was going to get you a ring with a big gem on it.” He smiles into the kisses on your neck.

You turned to him with tears falling down your cheeks. He smiles at your reaction, cupping your face as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears. “I love you.” You whispered to him.

“I love you so much more.” He tells you. “I promise I will make up for all my mistakes. You’re my life, Y/N. I will prove it to you.” He knows it’s going to take a long time before you fully trust him again, but this a first step for that.

After a moment of silence he grab your chin and places a few more kisses on your lips. “So,” he whispers which you hummed in response, “why don’t we start on those six kids, mm?”

You rolled your eyes, swiping his hand off your chin turning to focus on the bacon. “We are not having six kids, San!” You tell him, giving him a glare over your shoulder. You looked at the bacon and smirked, “Maybe we will have them when you stop being scared over cooking oil.” You teased him.

He let out an offended gasp. “Excuse me?!” He put a hand over his chest. He pursed his lips as he hip bumps you out the way and sassily takes the fork out of your hand. “Watch. I’m not scared of some stupid oil.” His voice trembling through the fake confidence.

He flinched slightly when he sees the oiling jumping all over the place causing you to burst out in laughter. You placed a kiss on his cheek, patting his back. “Sure baby.” You say crossing your arms as you leaned back on the counter.

He then shouts once more , dropping the fork on the counter when the oil jumped on his skin. “Forget it!” He said walking away with attitude which made you stifle a laugh.

He stops in his steps and turns around, a smirk growing on his face. He walks to you, “What are you doing?” You asked him as you stood up, standing with your guard up. He bends down and throws you over his shoulder as he heads to the bedroom. “We can start with one.” He said as you yelled at him to put you down as he smacked your ass. You don’t see it but you two are smiling at each other’s actions.

THE END

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Let's talk careers and job vibes based on your North Node sign in the Mony Persona Chart. This is how you are destined to secure the bag, and these are the fields that align with your money karma. This isn't just any job list. This is your soul-aligned path to wealth. This seems to be more accurate in how you will make money in this lifetime. I have studied billionaire charts and their north node in this persona chart has confirmed to me that they are in their prospective careers and of course the rest of the chart verifies it. We are going to break this down to get the full picture. We are going to look at the sign your NN is in, and the house. In Part 3, I'll discuss degrees and rulerships because that is IMPORTANT too!

North Node in Signs:

💲: Aries -> Your bag comes from taking initiative, personal leadership, and being unapologetically bold. You're not here to follow. You're here to start trends, take risks, and own your path. Destined jobs: Entrepreneur/CEO, Influencer, Personal trainer, Motivational Speaker, Army/Military/Law enforcement, public figure/brand front face.

💲: Taurus -> Your bag comes from creating luxury, security, and beauty. Slow, sustainable growth. Lean into sensual skills, create consistent income, and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Destined jobs: Real estate, Chef/baker, Fashion/beauty Influencer, Musician/vocalist, Jewelry designer, Farmer or herbalist.

💲: Gemini -> Your bag comes from talking, teaching, writing and sharing your ideas or the internet/social media. Your words literally attract money. Speak, write, post and watch your bag grow. Destined jobs: Content creator, PR/marketing, Social media strategist, Writer/Blogger, Podcast host, Teacher/coach.

💲: Cancer -> Your bag comes from emotional intelligence, intuition, and creating safe spaces. Soft power is real. Care is currency. Emotional labor turns into income here. Destined jobs: Therapist/healer, Real estate agent, Doula/midwife, Chef/home chef influencer, Spiritual mentor/astrologer, Family business owner.

💲: Leo -> Your bag comes from creativity, performance, and being center stage. You shine for a living. Your presence is the product. Fame = fortune with this node. Destined jobs: Actor/performer, Entertainer, Creative director, Personal brand influencer, Children's content creator, Party planner/event host.

💲: Virgo -> Your bag comes from precision, healing, organization, and being of service. The more useful you are, the more you earn. Tiny details = major dollars. Destined jobs: Wellness coach, Nutritionist/herbalist, Editor/analyst, Accountant or organizer, Healthcare field, Pet care/grooming.

💲: Libra -> Your bag comes from relationships, balance, and creating beauty. Worth with or for others and create peace or aesthetic experiences. Money loves a vibe. Destined jobs: Relationship coach, Lawyer/mediator, Interior decorator, Fashion stylist, Brand strategist, Wedding/event planner.

💲: Scorpio -> Your bag comes from deep transformation, shared wealth, and taboo topics. Handle money, sex, death, and transformation and you'll never be broke again. Destined jobs: Financial advisor/investor, Sex education/OF baddie, Spiritualist/medium, Therapist/trauma healer, Psychologist or occult, Crime/true crime content creator.

💲: Sagittarius -> Your bag comes from teaching, storytelling, traveling, and sharing wisdom. Freedom is your wealth. Teach people, inspire and get paid to roam. Destined jobs: Travel blogger, Life coach/spiritual teacher, Professor/educator, Influencer abroad, Author/screenwriter, Religious/spiritual leader.

💲: Capricorn -> Your bag comes from climbing to the top, working smart, and building empires. You're here to run shit. Long term wealth, status, and legacy = your money path. Destined jobs: CEO/founder, Government official, Architect/engineer, Corporate mogul, Investor, Authority in your niche.

💲: Aquarius -> Your bag comes from innovation, internet, community, and future thinking. You're here to do it differently and get rich doing it. The weirder, the better. Destined jobs: Tech/start-up founder, Crypto/NFT content creator, Humanitarian/non-profit leader, Content strategist, Trend forecaster, Online community builder.

💲: Pisces -> Your bag comes from dreaming, healing, and connecting to the divine. You attract wealth through softness, vibes, and spiritual alignment. Intuition = income.

North Node in Houses:

🏦: 1H -> You're meant to make money by being seen, taking initiative, and becoming the face of your brand. Independence = income. People are drawn to you, not just what you do. Billionaire tip: Monetize your persona, presence, and authenticity.

🏦: 2H -> Money is part of your soul path literally. You're here to build personal wealth, own your worth, and create stability. Your bag grows when you stop relying on others and claim your value. Ruler of the 2nd = super important here.

🏦: 3H -> You get money through communication, education, media, marketing, or social platforms. Your voice is valuable. Teaching, influencing, writing, or public speaking is your income keys.

🏦: 4H -> Legacy wealth. Real estate. Family business. Money flows when you heal ancestral wounds and root yourself in emotional safety. Nurturing work, home-based empires, or generational blessings come through.

🏦: 5H -> Creative energy. You're meant to get paid for your art, style, presence, and self-expression. Think performers, content creators, fashion, beauty, and romance-based work. Leo placements here =star power.

🏦: 6H -> Money comes from being of service, creating structure, or mastering a craft. Health, healing, routines, or work ethic = money flow. You're meant to master discipline without overworking. Pay attention to details; they bring dollars.

🏦: 7H -> Partnerships = profit. You're here to collaborate, create win-wins, and monetize relationships. Think brand deals, joint ventures, legal/business consulting, or marrying well (no shame in the sugar game). Libra/Venus influence makes this even more luxe.

🏦: 8H -> You're meant to deal with big money; other people's money, investments, power, inheritance, or transformation. Passive income, joint finances, and financial alchemy are your lane. You're here to turn pain into profit.

🏦: 9H -> You get money by going global, thinking big, and expanding your beliefs. Education, spirituality, travel, publishing, and high-ticket services align with your money path.

🏦: 10H -> The bag is your birthright. You're here to be known, respected, and successful AF. Fame, status, career legacy, and boss moves are written in your money karma. Don't play small; your name is the brand.

🏦: 11H -> Money comes through community, followers, internet presence, tech, and innovation. You're meant to impact the collective and get paid doing it. Monetize your message.

🏦: 12H -> You're meant to make money through spiritual, creative, or subconscious work. Behind the scenes magic, dream work, healing, or divine timing leads to financial flow. Rest = revenue.

Where is your North Node and are you on your soul aligned path that you were destined to do to make money? Let me know in the comments.

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k-aemi · 4 months ago

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hii! i luv ur writing, its so chefs kiss <3. could u write one wheres its like itoshi brothers and their little sister. wheres shes been manipulated and coerced into doing these things. ITS OKAY IF U DONT DO IT. ily -_-

itoshi sae & itoshi rin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ listen to nii chan sis.

smut, dub/non, double penetration, squirt, corruption, slapping, blood, step/incest, view it how you want.

part 2

growing up with the itoshi brothers was not what others expected it to be. you loved football like they did! you know how the younger ones always wanted to do what their older sibling does? yeah thats what happened. when sae took you to his football games, and seeing rin join in soon, it motivated you to be just like them! youll be the third best striker aside sae and rin!

having football as your hobby now, that was pretty much all you knew about growing up. you knew nothing else about how the world actually works plus the fact youre rarely on the internet since youre busy practicing to better your football skills! becoming very unaware of your surroundings or situations at times. which the brothers may or may not take advantage of. (which they do).

of course football is your hobby and you loved it, but you lacked the skill for it. rin and sae were naturals, but guess the talent didnt fall onto you. but its okay! sae says hell teach you some tricks if you just do little favors for him. rin tells you that hell help train your body. your nii chans are the best arent they?

the brothers just think its so cute to see such a meek and timid girl strive to be the best striker when you cant even do such simple tasks on your own. you cant even dribble or aim properly, how can you expect to be the best? but youre their sweet little imouto, of course theyll just play into your silly delusions<3

"if you wanna be the best, you gotta maintain focus okay 'mouto?" rin rubs your clit in a circular motion with his thumb as hes between your legs. youre bare and it gets hard to breathe. you didnt even know what you were feeling right now, what is this feeling? does it hurt? does it feel good? you cant tell.

saes behind you, marking you up on your neck. he press kisses and bites on it which makes you whimper. was this really the training of becoming the best..?

"c-cant too much rin-nii.." you moaned out and he can only coo you. "shh...you cant become the best like this y'know..? cmon...ill start easy yeah?" you nod as you squirm under his touch. you want him to stop because this feeling is weird, but youll be the best if you endure this!

"how many positions are there, and what are the positions called.." he let out a breath on your stimulated clit and your body twitches. Sae continued to kiss your neck to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body. "T-theres...eleven positions...goalkeeper, defenders, midfielders, and forwards-!" rin licks the sensitive bud.

"good good...now which player has scored the most goals during the World Cup." huh..? you dont know! the only football players you knew were your brothers...no one else. rin laps at your bud, sucking and licking at it. "a-ah! r-rin stop!" your hand fists his hair out of pure instinct while sae grips your chin to face your teary eyes.

"answer 'mouto." his gaze pierces at your eyes. "but rin-nii keeps making me f-feel weird sae..." you cried out, your tears threatening to spill and your drool drips from your lips. rin only continues to suck your overly stimulated bud and you feel something stir up in your stomach.

you yelp in pain as you feel your clit being slapped. not too harsh, but enough for you to feel something. "you losin' focus mouto." he clicks his tongue as he rubs your thigh, occasionally squishing the soft flesh.

"on to the next lesson." sae drowns you in kisses before leaning back. "on your stomach." he commands with his stern tone. you can only comply, this training sure is tough...the methods might be weird but, guess its what it takes to become the best.

turning onto your stomach, facing saes crotch now as you felt light slaps on your ass from rin, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress any noises from your mouth. sae caresses your cheeks, eyeing at your innocent looking eyes, oblivious to the situation youre in right now. anyone normal would see this as a wrongdoing, but not you. hes glad youre fuckin' stupid for your age.

saes hand trail to his crotch, unzipping the pants, exposing his hardened cock as it springs to life hitting your cheek. you can smell the stench coming from it the sight of it intimidated you. "next, you have to know how to handle when two defenders are on you if youre by yourself." he grabs your head and his free hand with his cock, slapping it repeatedly on your cheek.

he loved hearing the little grunts eliciting from your mouth and you maybe saw a little smirk to him or were you imagining it? "got it 'mouto?" hearing your lack of response he clarifies himself again. you nod, not knowing what youre getting yourself into. if this was the training to become the best, youre not sure if you wanna continue.

meanwhile rin took out his stiff cock, rubbing the shaft between your buttocks while he grips your hips. the way it rubbed on your ass had this...weird sensation...? it didnt feel...bad you suppose but it still felt weird.

"open." youre brought back to reality from saes stern voice. your mouth just lightly propped open but his pink tip is already intruding your mouth-! your eyes shut from how big he was, you can only grip onto his thighs as his cock entered your throat, causing you to gag and cough. "breathe through your nose 'mouto." he grips your hair, forcing you to take his size.

it hurts. it hurts so much. your throat is burning, it itches. drool drip to the sheets and tears streamed down your cheeks. you tried your best but it gets hard to breathe. all your saliva slobbering over his dick, your crying, your drool, your weak helpless self makes sae twist something inside of him, just wanting to corrupt you more and more. he wants to use you to your limit and the same applies to rin.

moans filled the room from you and both the brothers. yours were muffled of course, youre stuffed full with sae-niis cock. the smell fills your nostrils and your nose hits his pelvis. you choke, how sae-nii expect you to take it all? your desperate tries to push him off were worthless, your nails digging crescents onto his thick thighs.

"youre doing so well right now 'mouto. youll become the best in no time." he cooed while caressing your head. "take it all okay?" he lets out a content sigh as he force one more thrust into you, coming inside your warm mouth. you feel the bitter taste of something gooey enter your mouth and it feels so gross. you have no choice but to be forced swallowing it.

rin continues to rub himself and get himself off of your ass, fastening his pace as hes near his end, cumming on your back and ass, and god the sight was heaven. you look so pretty covered in his cum<3 he wonders what itd be like to see your dumb pretty face cover in his cum.

"good job mouto." rin flushed his chest onto your back, you can feel his sweaty toned abs on you and the sticky cum on your back, it feels gross. everything about this does.

"a-are we done..? im tired..." you breathe out. sae can only shake his head. "just one more lesson. needa control your stamina okay? its pretty weak." sae lifts your chin up only to see your cute litte frown. "you needa run for about quite a while, how will you win if you cant keep up with running...?" rin coos you. but he was right...maybe just this last one youll endure once more.

but next thing you know, youre on top of rin-nii, sae-nii is behind you, slapping your ass. your body twitched and sae can only get off from the redness emitting from your ass and the way your body jerked from contact. he spreads your ass, seeing the way your tight hole pulses and your juices dripping onto rin.

"t-this is the last one right..?" rin caress your cheeks. "last one 'mouto." he grabs hold of your hips, lifting you up to align your hole with his cock. "her hymens still intact." sae leaves sweet kisses on your neck. hes fighting the urge to fuck your tight ass right now, but he knows itll be too much for you, hell teach you another time.

your only leverage was rins chest, pushing you down on his cock sure was a bit of a struggle, your eyes shut, it hurts, its like forcing your way into a forbidden place, not until rin uses more force to prop you down fully taking his cock in you. sae was quick to cover your mouth as you let out a bloodcurling scream.

it burns, it hurts. anything that falls under that category. you cry, its too much for you to take even. "r-rin-nii it hurts! take it out!" you claw his chest. he only shushs you, as he bottoms out in your gummy walls, god you were so tight and warm, it felt amazing, how could he stop? "shh, itll be okay soon...fuck 'mouto..." he breathes out while he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you cry. sniffles filled the room and they only continued when he starts thrusting upwards.

rins grip on your hips was so firm it probably left marks by now, but your cries and the blood he sees on his cock only encourages him further. "shes bleedin'" sae states, pushing you down to his chest, aligning himself in your hole. "wait your fuckin turn." rin continued thrusting up and youre left whimpering.

sae, ignoring rin, pushed himself in. the stretch didnt help at all. it only worsened your condition. you cant help but just cry, clawing at rins chest. he hisses but he cant blame you. you wanted this, you want to become to best, you must do what you must.

"s-sae-nii...hurts.." "i know..i know...just endure it for a bit okay?" the brothers start their thrusts, and youre left whining. this...this was the training you so longed for? you hate it. wasnt there any other way other than this!? you just cant help but let them do as they pleased...besides they were the experts, not you...what say do you have in this..?

"feel so fuckin' good 'mouto." sae-niis chest flushed against your back, nibbling your earlobe. you huffed, as fat tears fall onto rin-nii. "s-sae nii...i feel weird...in my stomach." you gasp when sae grabs hold of your chin, kissing you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

rin, so close to coming grabs hold of your ass, fastening his pace. if he knew you felt this good from the beginning he wouldnt have wasted any second. "cmon, come." he slaps the flesh, and you yelp in pain. sae releases his grip before slapping rins hand away to get a firm grip of your fat ass. roughing his pace as he was near his end.

you become dumb on their cock, your brain felt mushy, and you cant even form one coherent sentence. drool falls onto rin-nii and you dont even realize it yourself. youre at your limit, you cant take it anymore, you let yourself go, and squirt your sweet juices on both of your nii-chans cock.

not long after where they pull out to cum on your body. smell of sweat and cum fill the room, both you and rin catching up with your breathing, while sae looks like he didnt even break a sweat. rin rubs you ass again. "we gotta be consistent with your training okay?" kissing your forehead. what did he say...? it all sounds so muffled...he looks blurry. youre a bit tired, maybe youll take a nap.

a bit long sorry ^^. do you like my animation i did? >w< someone pls request kaiser nexttt

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softaestluv · 4 months ago

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I love your writing so much like chefs kiss😌 I was wondering if you could write a really sweet story about reader meeting Simon and Johnny and joining their relationship. Maybe she gets insecure that she hasn't met them sooner but they give her lots of love. Ive read too much ghoap x reader angst and need some fluff😩(maybe a lil spice too lol)

The art store you worked at was small; a local shop that was occupied by elderly men and women more often than not. That wasn’t necessarily an issue; you enjoyed their company, though you would be lying if you said a particular Scottish man with a mohawk wasn’t your favorite customer.

When you first meet Johnny, he had been roaming the aisles aimlessly for a couple of minutes, so like the good worker you were, you asked if there was anything you could help him with. You practically swooned when he smiled wide at you— ‘aye, bonnie, fancy helpin' a lad oot?’

Soon after his presence became common place. At first, he would ask you for help, pull you from the counter so you could walk him down the aisles to the specific item. It seemed like an everyday thing; you were sure he didn’t actually need half the things he was buying— ‘Didn’t you just buy a sharpener last week, Johnny?’

‘Did I? Must’ve lost it.’ followed by a smile with a glint of mischief.

You didn’t really mind, you were quite enraptured with every animated story he told you in his thick accent while at work— even if you weren’t completely sure what he was saying half the time.

You couldn’t even act like seeing his burly shoulders walk through the doors didn’t make your day. Though, it was hard to admit that you had a small crush on him when you knew he had a boyfriend. It was even harder when Johnny started to drag Simon to your paint and drink classes and you became just as enamored with him— ‘Johnny, ya laugh at me paintin’ again, I swear that'll be your last.’

‘Si, this is meant to be therapeutic, aye!’

They became regulars; two ex-military men, massive boulders in the back of your paint and drink classes sat between the elderly. It was a comical sight to the say the least, but as much as they were amusing, they were gentlemen too. Helped carry the seniors bags and walked them to their cars at the end of the night.

Then, they helped you clean up after too, always stayed late to make sure you got to your car safely too even if you protested— ‘Only lookin' out for ye, lass.’

You felt bad for having a crush on both of them when they were clearly just trying to be friendly, but it became almost impossible when they started bringing you lunch on your breaks, when they started to brush their palms on your arms and back. When they kept inviting you over for dinner, but you kept denying them because you didn’t have the strength to eat with them and pretend you didn’t want more.

But, one particular class you indulged in the wine too— something you shouldn’t have done.

You ended up going out for more drinks with them after, confessed your feelings with tears in yours eyes when you were absolutely wasted. You thought it would be your biggest regret, that it would ruin your friendship, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

They took you home that night, dried your tears with Scottish shushing and rough fingers. Cleaned your makeup off the best they could, stuffed you full of chicken nuggets, and snuggled you to sleep.

And then you never left.

It wasn’t always easy, especially when your boyfriends had been dating for years before you came into the picture, when they had been through traumatic experiences together that you would never know. They had a bond that you don’t think you would entirely have with either of them.

It was a hurtle you struggled to get over, but it stung your chest painfully when they seemed to communicate with each other with one look. Made you feel quite isolated in your own relationship because you didn’t understand them to extent they did each other.

So, when Johnny was sprawled on your chest, running your fingers through his mohawk, your head in Simon’s lap, the words came out of your mouth before you realized.

“I wish I met you two sooner.”

“What d’ya mean?” Simon asked, finding your eyes from above you.

“Well, I just feel left out sometimes,” You confessed quietly, Johnny’s body stiffening atop you.

“Why’s that?” Simon’s voice rang again.

You diverted your gaze from him; you hadn’t intentionally planned for this to turn into an actual conversation.

“Um, I don’t know. You two-,” You paused, licking your lips anxiously, “You two have a deeper bond with each other than I do, and sometimes I just feel like I don’t belong. That if I met you guys just a little sooner then it would be an easier relationship for the two of you.”

Johnny slid off your chest at that, pulled you to sit up beside him, “Bonnie, what are ye on about? Our relationship wisnae complete until we found ye.”

“You were the missin’ piece, love,” Simon said, banding an arm over your shoulder and pulling you close, “Everythin’ else just fell into place when you became our girl."

“We wouldnae change a thing for a' the world, nae chance,” Johnny confirmed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead.

“Really?” You asked, pinching the smile that threatened to spill from your lips between your teeth.

“Aye, of course. Ye want us to prove it?” Johnny asked, but it was mischievous, a wolffish smirk smearing across his face which meant only one thing— you knew you were in for a night.

Anon I hope this is what you meant lol!!! Thank you for the kind words & request 🤍

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catalyst - chapter 2

Life has many twists and turns- yours included getting rejected from med school and ending up as a manager for your burnt-out pro boxer ex-boyfriend. (sukuna x fem!reader)

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It had been two years since you had seen and felt Sukuna’s naked body. Two years too long. You never realized how much you missed out on his life when your hands began to roam around his shoulders. He had gotten bigger and firmer. His body was always much larger than yours, but this was on a different level. He was an athlete, after all. Shoulders that were once just broad were now bulging with muscles. His arms almost looked like water waves, subtly flexing with every movement. He was thicker than an average man.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he could bench press you. He did once before, but now it probably would’ve been like lifting a feather.

His fingers and knuckles were rougher than the ones you were used to, probably because of all the sparring and weight training. Most of his body was now covered in harsh black tattoos. The ones beneath his eyes stood out the most because they matched Yuuji’s scars. You wanted to ask what they meant, but you kept quiet, still resenting him for never reaching out after the breakup. Unprofessional, but could you blame yourself, especially with how things have been going lately?

Unlike you, Sukuna was surprisingly civil after learning that you would live with him. Simply nodded and gave you a brief run down of where everything was in the high-rise apartment. He didn’t even ask why you, of all people, were suddenly helping him. Uraume was surprised but didn’t press on the matter as much.

“You’ve lost weight.” You could feel the vibrations of his rich and husky voice through the washcloth that you were scrubbing across his chest. Your first task as a ‘highly involved’ manager was to give him a sponge bath after his discharge from the hospital. His shoulder was still healing from the dislocation, so he had to wear a cast. “Hope you weren’t studying too hard.”

His comments fall deaf to your ears as you wring the washcloth in the bathtub. You silently wrap him in a warm fluffy towel and mutter a simple ‘up’ so you could clean the foam surrounding the ledge he was sitting on. You could feel his red eyes burning holes into your skull as you wiped down the area. He stayed in the bathroom the entire time you cleaned up the space, almost like he was waiting for you to guide him back to his room despite being perfectly capable of walking.

You thought he was just messing with you like he did back when you were together, but no, he was just looking at all the changes in your body after not seeing you for so long. It’s not like you had social media so he could look up your appearance.

Sukuna wanted to send a private investigator after you. Still, he knew it was unethical (also because he was afraid he’d find out if you were in a serious relationship. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if it was true).

You groaned as you stood back up, stretching to relieve the pain in your back. “Your back still hurts? I’ve told you so many times that your posture sucks while you’re studying.” His looming presence just had you more annoyed.

“You should rest.” You subtly tried to suggest that you wanted to be left alone.

“And you should show a little respect. You work for me now.”

“Uraume’s my boss. Not you.” You were really working up a sweat, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the humidity in the bathroom or if you were raging on the inside. What made him think he could act all holier than thou after two years of no contact? Especially after being an asshole while breaking up. It’s like you could still see that side of him when you looked into his eyes. “I’ll have dinner ready after my shower.” And with that, you left the bathroom.

Preparing dinner was a dull affair. Uraume told you that you need not cook for Sukuna as he had a nutritionist who had created a meal plan for him and a chef who strictly adhered to it. All you had to do was store and heat the meals after the chef delivered them. Uraume also had the courtesy of having meals cooked for you, the same as Sukuna, but yours were more indulgent (more dipping sauces and fewer veggies). You were glad your job was simpler than you expected. In this economy, free accommodation and less money spent on groceries were a blessing.

You opened the disposable box of food for Sukuna, and it had all the things required for a balanced diet. It makes sense; his management probably doesn’t want him to lose or gain too much weight while recovering. It was the basics: half an avocado for healthy fats, grilled salmon for protein, lots of veggies for fiber, and an unimaginable amount of black beans with rice. Funny, did his nutritionist not know that he disliked them? Unlike him, you never had an issue with the legume, so you took some out of his box and put them in yours. So what if he had fewer beans for dinner? The man was injured, and as much as you resented him, you weren’t going to be a monster with him.

Sukuna entered the kitchen, sans t-shirt. You didn’t bother asking him why he was half-naked because you knew his reasoning would be something about you already knowing what his bare body looked like.

Not with all the new muscles you didn’t. But you brushed that thought aside.

“Is that my old shirt?”

You looked down and noticed that your oversized t-shirt was indeed his. It must’ve been in the back of your closet while the movers had brought in all your stuff. You had a lot of oversized clothes, but by some miracle, you happened to wear one that belonged to your ex. Your ears felt hot with humiliation.

“I didn’t realize it. Must’ve forgotten to throw it away.” You said while setting up your plates. “It’s fine. Keep it. Haven’t thought about that shirt since… well- whatever. Just keep it.” He almost said it. He almost talked about it out loud. It felt weird hearing about it after so long. It shouldn’t be this strange. The breakup was a mutual decision that you both made and though it was something you had done out of pure frustration and anger, it was still something you both had done together. Pretending like it never happened was just never going to work. Not when you were meant to be with him 24/7.

However, you decided to push that conversation for another day. If it’s meant to happen, then it’ll happen; there’s no point in rushing it. You slid your plate next to your former lover’s seat on the dining table, and he said nothing when he noticed that he had fewer beans than you. Thank goodness. He didn’t need to know that you were still a little soft for him despite all the prickliness of the past.

You were about to lift your fork to eat when Sukuna loudly cleared his throat. “Aren’t you gonna feed me?” he flatly asked.

“I’m not your-” you were about to tell him off, but then you remembered that his dominant hand was in a cast.

“- sorry.” Embarrassed once again, you picked his fork up to feed him a piece of broccoli. “Sprinkle a little salt on that,” he said while chewing, giving you quite a gross view of the ground vegetable in his mouth. You held back your grimacing for the sake of your job and did as he asked. He grinned when you placed a salted broccoli in his mouth. “Now, give me a little salmon with that.”

“Sukuna, can you please chew with your mouth closed,” you said while cutting out a bite-sized piece of his salmon. “You still love nagging me, huh? Also, cut a bigger piece. My mouth’s bigger than yours, hon.”

You glared at him through your lashes and swore you could almost see him smile. Not the genuine kind, but the type that made you want to slap his face. His gorgeous, chiseled face. The one that once looked at you with everlasting love. You squeezed your eyes shut to escape your stupid daydreams.

The past is past. You’re now in front of an egotistical dumbass. Not your lovable ex.

You cut up a bigger piece of salmon and tried your best to stop yourself from shoving it into his mouth. “That’s more like it,” he mumbled (after chewing since you had so respectfully asked).

If only you knew that Sukuna was ambidextrous because he had broken his dominant hand while sparring too many times.

The last task for the day was icing his bruises for a few minutes before bed. Sukuna was sitting on his bed, head facing you while you were close enough to stand between his legs. He ignored his urge to pull you into his embrace for his sanity. After preparing the ice pack, you pressed it on his purple and yellowing bruises. Uraume had told you that he refused any kind of treatment back at the hospital, so they were getting worse.

They weren’t wrong; you could see the pain on Sukuna’s face after he had neglected his wounds for so long. He had a particularly gnarly one beneath his left pec, and you bent down to reach it properly. Your head was below his chin, and he could smell your shampoo.

Strawberries. He noted that you still hadn’t changed your shampoo. You were always a stickler for consistency. He began to feel nostalgic as he remembered that there was a time when he used to smell like the same shampoo after staying at your place. His mind drifted to when you both showered together for the first time, how you lathered the shampoo in your hand and carefully massaged it on his scalp. No masseuse or physiotherapy had ever been that relaxing for him compared to the magic in your hands. He remembered how his pillow would smell like you for hours after you’d leave his place. Now, seeing you here was getting him worked up. Would his house begin to smell like your perfume now that you were here? He wanted to set fire to all your clothes and only let you wear his if it meant that all his clothes would smell like you. Two years have gone by, and he still feels like he wants to inject you in his veins.

All while Sukuna was in his nostalgic dreamland, you were trying your best not to focus on his pebbled nipples, courtesy of the ice pack.

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taglist: @sukubusss @kyo-kyo1 @kensqueent @totallygyomeiswife

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kissitbttr · 1 year ago

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mafia!toji and his sweet sweet baby girl who he rescued from that dingy stripper club because he just can’t stand seeing her pretty face and body being exposed to sleazy old men. because she belongs to him. ever since he he laid his eyes on her, he’s locked in. no going back.

he spoils her. everyday. she wants custom swarovski crystals dress? he’s already making calls with the designer as they speak. she wants blueberry pancakes for breakfast? he ordered his private chef to make a luxurious brekkie in bed with five different dishes. she wants to taste the best italian food in town? he’ll do her one better. booked two tickets to rome, letting his right hand man to take over the job while he’s going vacation with his baby.

she asks for one, he gives her ten,

“oh come on, ji-ji! you have the other three looking stoic already! just smile one for meeee”

the two of them went out for an anniversary dinner. toji had booked reservations at one of the most expensive fine dining restaurant in the city. despite telling him to keep the money for something much more important, he feels like there’s no need to. he’s loaded with it.

she feeds him the delicious food, wipe stains off the corner of his lips with her tongue a napkin. while he sits back against the chair, hand around the whiskey glass as the other roams freely against her bare thigh.

seeing her happy, makes him happy. there is nothing in the world he wouldn’t give her.

…except smiling

what he thought that it would be a simple dinner and a long night of him fucking her, she had another idea,

he hears her plead, all while she sits cross legged on top of his thigh.lips forming into a pout as her manicured fingers cradling his handsome face,

“baby” toji grumbles, eyes lulling to the back. “i don’t smile”

“you smile whenever i play with your hair”

“that’s different!” he argues, looking at her as his cheeks turn crimson pink. “i only do that in the comfort of my own home. with you.”

she rolls her eyes, arms crossing over her chest. “you’re so dramatic. it’s just a photobooth! i’ll tuck it nicely in my drawer so no one will have to see. pleaseeee?”

she’s doing that thing with her eyes. puppy dog look. bottom lip jutting forward. one look that got him hooked in the first place.

damn him for folding so easily,

he groans yet faces the camera once again, pulling her close by the hips. “fine” his reply makes her squeal, giving a big fat kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red stain on the skin. “just this once, ma”

#mafia!toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro blurbs #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro x reader

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rosierin · 26 days ago

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miya & miso | osamu miya

atsumu and suna make an appearance at the end (suna says like one line lol)

synopsis; (y/n) is lured to the kitchen by the scent of miso soup, where she finds a shirtless osamu cooking dinner

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

Osamu Miya.

Otherwise known as, the quiet twin. The mature twin. The twin that didn't pursue his volleyball career. The culinary twin.

And to (y/n), an older brother. Aside from Suna, Osamu was one of the few people she could always count on—a shoulder to cry on, a steady presence in her life.

He had a kind heart with a careful mouth. Unlike his brother who acted mostly on instinct—Osamu was mindful. With his words, his actions, and people’s feelings. And unlike with his brother, for (y/n) there had never been any kind of attraction. Well—nothing beyond looks, that is.

There were twins, after all.

Tonight was a gentle reminder of that fact.

(Y/n) had just stepped into the kitchen, eyelids heavy from her late afternoon nap. The house was unusually quiet. No TV, no conversations, just the quiet sizzle of something cooking—something delicious, by the smell of it.

Her mouth watered as the scent of miso, sesame, and the faintest trace of lemon wafted through the living room. A broth, perhaps? Something light to counter the heat that the sun had left behind in the apartment wouldn't go amiss.

She drifted into the kitchen like a woman under a spell. As expected, there Osamu stood in all his domestic glory. He had his back turned, was humming quietly to himself, but most surprisingly—he had no shirt on.

She paused at the threshold.

He was stood at the counter, chopping spring onions like the seasoned chef that he was. His shirt had been discarded on one of the chairs, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark grey sweatpants. The fabric hung low on his hips—and Lord have mercy she was only human.

Her eyes lingered on the sharp lines of his back, the subtle dip of his waist. He'd quit volleyball back in high school but that certainly didn't stop him from keeping in shape.

And it certainly didn't keep (y/n) from staring, either.

"Oh, hey (y/n)," he tossed over his shoulder. "Didn't hear ya come in."

She straightened her posture, schooling her expression. “Hey,” she said, as casual as she could muster. She tried not to look like someone who'd been ogling her friend as she stepped into the kitchen.

That’s not Atsumu, her brain offered dumbly.

Unfortunately, he looked like Atsumu. Same height, same broad shoulders. Same build, more or less. Only, Osamu wasn’t usually the one walking around half naked.

No—Atsumu was the twin who flexed in mirrors and flaunted his muscles like they were Olympic medals.

Osamu cooked. He cleaned. He offered to carry her groceries and listened when she ranted. A domestic sweetheart. And yet, seeing him like this made her thoughts... scatter. Just a little.

She paused with the cupboard door open, hand hovering uselessly over its contents.

Why had she come in here again?

“Hungry?” Osamu asked, drawing her attention away from stale packs of biscuits and store bought ramen. Instead, her traitorous eyes drifted over to the chiselled lines of Osamu's chest, roaming down slowly to the sculpted lines of his abs...

"Starving," she breathed.

Osamu looked vaguely amused as he caught the double entendre, chuckling as (y/n) quickly snapped her eyes back up to his.

"What're you cooking?" She asked, hoping the question would distract him from the heat creeping up her neck.

Not Atsumu, her brain once again cautioned.

Thankfully, he didn't tease her about it and simply went back to his cooking, chopping vegetables with a faint smile on his face. (Y/n) let the rhythmic sound of the knife against the chopping board drown out the rest of her thoughts.

"Just some miso soup," he said. "Quick and easy."

She nodded. The thought of a clean, fragrant soup made her stomach rumble. "What would we do without you," she said wistfully, sliding onto a kitchen chair, chin in her palms.

She watched as he dropped a hefty amount of tofu into a pot. (Y/n) was no cook, but she was pretty certain the recipe didn't require that much tofu. Then again, when living in a house with two aspiring athletes, having double the amount of protein in their meals was nothing unusual.

Osamu sighed gravely. "Either starve or you'd be a takeaway-only household."

She scoffed. "Not in this economy."

"True that," Osamu conceded wryly.

After their brief conversation, (y/n) contented herself in watching him cook. There was something peaceful about seeing him in his natural element. It reminded her of the Youtube videos she'd put on to fill the silence. Low stim and effortless. The only difference was the shirtless-ness.

"Too hot upstairs?" She teased.

Osamu looked over at her, not quite following. She lowered her gaze for emphasis, eyes roving over his exposed chest—and she could've sworn a flush swept over his cheekbones. He paused his chopping.

"Oh—" He said, glancing down to himself like he'd only now grown aware of his nakedness. "Yeah, sorry. Thought ya were nappin'. Gets kinda hot in the kitchen."

He shrugged a shoulder as he finished cutting up the rest of the vegetables. Water sizzled and a cloud of steam puffed up as he dumped the contents into the pot. "Why? Am I too distractin'?"

His question was punctuated with a playful eyebrow waggle, one that (y/n) returned with a fond shake of her head.

“Please," she scoffed. "S'just unusual is all."

She paused, watching him drift across the kitchen with a bottle of sesame oil. "I guess that's what I get for choosing to move in with three guys."

Osamu feigned a gasp. "You poor thing," he said, adding a dollop of oil to the broth. "Imagine bein' a girl livin' with three attractive, single guys."

Her lip twitched. She pretended to heave a deep breath. "Sounds like a nightmare, right?"

"Seems to be pleasin' you just fine."

She was supposed to act offended—sit there with her eyebrows marred and mouth agape—but ended up fighting back a smirk instead. Glimpses of her past crush on Suna and her current one on Atsumu flashed in her mind, making her feel a little exposed.

Osamu's response to her silence was an expression she was all too familiar with—charming and roguish.

That grin. That teasing gleam in his eye. She’d seen it a thousand times.

Usually on a different face.

Yep. That’s Atsumu’s brother, alright.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," she groused. To prove her point, she lifted her chin defiantly, which earned a warm chuckle from Osamu.

He was making the finishing touches—sprinkling sesame seeds and little garnishes, then giving the lot a good stir with a ladle. As he lifted it from the broth, (y/n) caught a whiff of the soup, instantly making her stomach growl.

"Taste test," he declared, holding the ladle out for her. (Y/n) leaned forward on her elbows and took a cautious sip of the broth, not wanting to burn her tongue. Osamu held his free hand under her chin in case of spillage and raised his eyebrows in question. "Well?"

"Delicious," (y/n) said, and meant it. It was the perfect amount of salty. Subtle but flavoursome. The lemony aftertaste made the overall dish feel light and clean. "Trust you to make miso soup taste this good," she marvelled. "What's your secret?"

Osamu pulled the ladle away and shrugged in a way that would've been modest, had it not been followed by his questionable answer. "Talent? Practice? Good wrist action?"

(Y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line. She didn't dignify him with a response and gave him a long, withering look instead.

Osamu was all fake innocence. "What? How else ya s'posed to stir the broth?"

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. She should've known better than to think Osamu was above making innuendos. Mature or not, he was still a Miya. And a guy, she supposed. “You know, there used to be a time where I thought you were the mature twin.”

Osamu hardly seemed surprised by this. Or perhaps he was just too focused on plating up two portions of dinner. “Was this before or after ya started fancyin’ my brother?” He teased.

(Y/n) clicked her tongue, but the smile on her face betrayed any heat behind the gesture. "Very funny," she grumbled. Then went on, "clearly you're just as bad as each other. You're just sneakier about it."

Osamu gave a doubtful hum. "I'd like to think I'm more put together."

Moments later, he set a steaming bowl of miso in front of her. Tendrils of steam curled toward her nostrils, saliva now pooling in her mouth. She wasn't even that hungry before, but Osamu's cooking always had this effect on her. She lifted the spoon to her mouth and blew on it a few times before taking a sip.

“You are." Slurp. "And I s’pose you can cook too, so there’s that.”

Osamu sat down at the opposing end of the small table with a proud smile. "And yet it's my brother ya fawn over," he tutted. But he didn't sound disappointed.

(Y/n) sighed solemnly and closed her eyes for a moment as she thought about what he just said. "I know..." She matched her tone to the rueful look on her face. "Don't ask me how my brain works. Sometimes I just think it doesn't."

Osamu snorted and took a long sip of his own soup. "That makes ya a match made in heaven."

(Y/n) laughed around a spoonful of miso and nearly choked on a piece of tofu. That sent Osamu into a fit of laughter of his own, the sound loud enough to stir the attention of their two roommates—who, of course, chose that moment to make an untimely appearance.

"Is she okay?" Suna's voice came first. It was considerably calm for someone witnessing their best friend in the middle of a coughing fit.

Then—speak of the devil.

Atsumu rounded the table next. "Ya made miso and didn't tell us?!"

(Y/n) finally composed herself long enough to look up at Atsumu, who was now gawking over her bowl of freshly cooked soup. When his attention turned to her, he gave a light chuckle. "Ya alright, sweetheart? Forgot how to use a spoon?"

"No," she huffed, then cleared her throat. "Your brother was being a nuisance."

"How come?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

(Y/n) chanced a look at Osamu, thankful when all he did was take a slow, pointed sip of his soup. His eyes flicked up briefly, and he bit back a grin as she shot him a look—one that warned him to keep his mouth shut.

“Nothin’,” he said dutifully.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes.“Keepin’ secrets, huh? I see how it is.”

He only then seemed to realise his brother wasn't wearing a shirt. "Where're yer clothes, scrub? Why ya paradin' around naked?"

"Half naked," Osamu half-heartedly corrected. He didn't even spare his twin a glance, too engrossed in slurping up his meal.

"You can talk," (y/n) chimed in, flashing Atsumu an accusatory look.

Her spoon made it halfway to her lips when the latter leaned in and drank whatever was on it.

“Hey—get your own!” she snapped, jerking the spoon away and cradling her bowl like she might have to defend it.

Atsumu hummed pleasantly.

"Glad you like it," she scowled.

Then he looked at her, all faux innocence. “What?” he asked. The cheeky curve of his mouth said otherwise. “Just tastin’ it first.”

(Y/n) made a dramatic show of wiping her spoon on a tea towel hanging off one of the chairs, grumbling under her breath about Atsumu germs and how annoying he was. Invasive didn’t even begin to describe him. Sometimes, it felt like she had a twin of her own.

She wondered how Osamu put up with him, honestly.

But that shred of sympathy was quickly whisked away when she looked across the table. Osamu was very clearly trying not to smile. His spoon hid part of it, but the tell-tale crinkle in his eyes was impossible to miss.

(Y/n) kicked him under the table.

A quiet laugh bubbled up from him, and (y/n), despite herself, found she was smiling too.

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novaursa · 10 months ago

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hello !! i hope ur doing amazing and i wanted to say how much i rlly enjoy reading ur work like its always amazing and just MWAH chef’s kiss fr fr !!

do you think you can do a short writing for either aemond or aegon and how they betray their mother and grandsire for the reader <3 ! sorry if it’s not detailed this is my first time requesting 😔💕

oh and if u can’t i completely understand bookie !!

Broken by War

- Summary: When his mother and grandsire declare you a threat to be rid off, Aemond betrays his family for you.

- Pairing: niece!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Note: The reader is the daughter of Rhaenyra and is bonded with Vermithor.

- Rating: Mature 16+ (just to be safe)

- Next Part: 2

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

The pressure in the small council chamber was stifling, every member seated at the long, dark table focused on the map sprawled before them. A heavy silence blanketed the room as Dowager Queen Alicent’s voice echoed through the stone walls, calm but insistent.

"We must strike at Rook’s Rest," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "Vermithor is a threat that grows with each passing day. We cannot allow her to roam free."

Otto Hightower, standing at her side, nodded in agreement. "Rhaenyra has grown too bold. Your niece wields too much power with that dragon. Vermithor must be neutralized, Aemond. Only Vhagar has the strength to bring the beast down, and only you have the will to do what must be done."

Aemond sat at the far end of the table, silent until now, his one violet eye fixated on the map. His jaw clenched as the voices of his mother and grandfather droned on, discussing tactics to trap her. You. The only person he had loved, the one who haunted his dreams and memories of youth.

The very mention of your name, though unsaid, sent a ripple of heat through his chest. His gaze shifted from the map to Alicent, then to Otto, as they spoke of you and Vermithor as mere obstacles—just another enemy to be destroyed.

But you were not a mere enemy. You were his niece, the daughter of Rhaenyra, and the girl who had once shared moments of innocent laughter with him. Before the war, before the bloodshed, before the divide of loyalties had driven them to opposite sides of this cursed Dance. How could they expect him to harm you?

A sharp crack split the air. The sound of his fists slamming against the table reverberated through the chamber, startling everyone into silence. Alicent and Otto turned, eyes wide, as Aemond rose from his seat, his face a mask of anger and resolve.

“I will not harm her.” His voice was low, dangerous, shaking with barely contained fury. “I will not harm my niece.”

“Aemond,” Alicent said softly, her brow furrowing as she reached out a hand as if to calm him. “She is a threat. You must understand—”

“No,” Aemond snapped, cutting her off. His gaze burned as he turned on them. “You expect me to kill her? To kill the one person I have loved since we were children? Vermithor is no more a threat than Vhagar is. And Y/N—she is not the enemy you make her out to be.”

Otto’s face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “She rides a dragon that is an old menace. Rhaenyra and her supporters will stop at nothing to see the end of this war, even if it means your death. You know this, Aemond. Only you can put an end to this before she burns the realm to ash.”

Aemond’s gaze flicked back to the map, the cold stone beneath his hands, and then to the faces of those who had shaped his life, who had molded him into a weapon. But not for this. Not against you. His chest heaved with barely contained emotion as the weight of everything pressed down on him—his duty, his family, his love for you.

Slowly, he shook his head, his voice low but firm. “No. I will not do it.”

“Aemond,” Alicent’s voice sharpened, desperation edging into it. “Where are you going?”

Aemond had already turned, his long coat sweeping the floor as he strode toward the door, each step heavy with purpose. He didn’t look back as he answered, the words cutting through the air like a blade. “I am going to Dragonstone. I will kneel before Y/N and Rhaenyra. I will beg for their forgiveness. For everything. For Lucerys.”

There was a stunned silence in the room as the weight of his words settled. Otto’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp as steel. “They will kill you the moment you set foot on Dragonstone, Aemond.”

Aemond paused at the door, his hand on the cold iron handle, and turned to face them. His eye gleamed with a fierceness that made Alicent flinch. “Then let them. I would rather die at her hand than live knowing I betrayed her.”

He left without another word, his footsteps echoing through the stone corridors, each one bringing him closer to you and the fate he had chosen. The weight of his family’s expectations, of the crown’s demands, fell away with each step. In its place, only one thing remained—his love for you and the need to right the wrongs that had torn them apart.

As he mounted Vhagar, he knew there was no turning back. His path was set, and for once, it was a path he chose for himself.

#house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond

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milospirals · 3 months ago

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A birthday special

Chuuya x gn!reader

⚠︎︎: smut, explicit content, unprotected sex, birthday sex, top Chuuya.

When you’re in the mafia you don't have much time to yourself, but when you do you treasure it like its your last day on earth. whether it be sleeping in or simply indulging yourself in well earned spoils. This came for birthdays too. Chuuya didn't mind not celebrating his birthday, to him it was just a day, but not to you.

When you discovered Chuuya would be working on his birthday you demanded he drive you to the Mafia and let him let you give his boss a piece of your mind, but he refused, so instead you called his boss when Chuuya was in the shower. Surprisingly, Chuuya's boss was understanding, considering this would be his first birthday spent with his beloved, Chuuya's boss assured you he'd have Chuuya out of work by 8:00.

So here chuuya was, sitting impatiently at his office. The clock read 7:56 but Chuuya swore that eight minutes ago it was 7:56. Whatever. He'd just continue waiting.

7:57

.....

7:58

.....

7:59

Fuck it. Chuuya couldn't wait any longer for the clock to strike 8:00, he just grabbed his things and left, clocking out a minute early never hurt anyone did it? Besides, he needed to go home and see you right away.

He rushed down the halls of the Mafia, pushing past other members and running to the Executives only garage. He got on his bike, put the key in, revved his bike up and sped off.

Did he break some driving laws? Yes. Did he care? No.

All he cared about was seeing his beloved.

By the time he got home he was utterly exhausted, when he walked through the door he expected you to be there waiting for him as always but you weren't. Nonetheless he took off his hat and coat and walked around the house.

"Y/N? I'm home!" He called out. "In the kitchen!"

He made his way into the kitchen but nearly stumbled back as he took in the sight before him. You, his beloved spouse, in naught but a white apron that said "kiss the chef".

Currently you were pulling the cupcakes out from the oven. Leaving your ass bare and out. All Chuuya could do was stare, he felt his face reddened and his pants tightened.

By the time you stood up and turned around, Chuuya was already making his way to you, he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, pressing a soft yet deep kiss to your lips.*

“What’s all this for, Doll?”

Chuuya’s voice was low and sultry, his eyes shown with pure, unadulterated lust.

You however pretended not to notice, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another quick little kiss and then spoke up.

“It’s your birthday so I wanted to do something special for you! Look! I made you a Black Forest cake, I went out to buy that wine you like so much and-“

As you kept talking Chuuya wasn’t even listening, his eyes were locked onto your lips, imagining how they’d feel wrapped around his cock. His hands roamed all over your body, from your waist, to your back, to your hips, to your chest then down to your ass.

“Mhm..”

He pulled you even closer, not wanting any space between the two of you. He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent then began to press open mouth kisses on your neck and jaw.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

He muttered, his hands gripping your ass and kneading the flesh. He began to grind against you. “Baby.. I’m sure the food can wait right? I wanna unwrap my first present.” He muttered, his hands messing around with the straps of your apron.

It was the least to say that Chuuya wasn’t messing around. Before you knew it, he had tossed you over his shoulder and begun to drag you to the bedroom.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

“Fuck-.. come on doll… you can do better than that.”

Chuuya groaned out, his hands holds your hips as he watched you jump on his cock. He had your hands tied behind your back and blindfolded. He slapped the side of your thigh, making you whimper but you just took it as a sign to go faster, which Chuuya liked. He groaned a little louder, his head flinging back.

“Fuck!- yeah just like that.. you like jumping on my cock don’t you?.. ngh- fuck.. tight little hole..”

He gave your ass a punishing smack before flipping your positions over. He made it so your ass was in the air and your face buried in the pillows as he began to thrust into you roughly like a man possessed.

He leaned down to whisper dirty profanities in your ear. “This right little hole is mine you hear?”

When he saw you nodding frantically, he picked up the pace. His balls drawing up tight as he felt that familiar knot in his stomach. “M’close baby.. come with me okay?” He thrusted one last time to the hilt, releasing his load inside of you.

“FUCK.”

He ground against you, making sure his cum remained inside before collapsing.

“Shit baby.. that was so good..”

He undid your bonds and blindfolds then gathered you into his arms. You both lay there panting in silence for a while. “Happy birthday..”

Chuuya chuckled, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips then sat up. “Come on, let’s go eat some of that cake yeah?”

Oh little did he know you laced it with an aphrodisiac. Oh what a night this will be.

THIS WAS RUSHED IM SORRY. Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED CHUUYA!!! I’m not the best at writing smut but I’m trying 😭

My bitch ass teacher tried making me mad on MY HUSBANDS birthday. She’s such a dick rider for these kids in my class bro but besides the point- it’s Chuuya’s birthday💕

I hope you enjoyed this quick little fanfic!! Have a good day!

#bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #gn reader #bsd #chuuya smut #bday #Chuuya’s Birthday #bsd chuuya #i love chuuya

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mcuamerica · 1 year ago

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Loving Flames | Five

Pairing: Eris x Fem!Reader

Summary: You accept the mating bond... Eris can't wait until after the party to claim you.

Warnings: 18+ only, SMUT (oral (fem rec), p in v, slight breeding kink), let me know if anything was forgotten...

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

Loving Flames Masterlist

graphics from @saradika-graphics

After the wedding and High Lady ceremony finished, the events continued in the ballroom of the Forest House. Of course, you had a meal first, to serve to Eris. While you planned to stay around and celebrate a bit before retreating to a small cabin on the Autumn border, Eris had other plans.

When you placed the special meal in front of him, his lust-filled eyes told you that you'd be leaving the party early today. The meal was something the chefs in the kitchen told you was Eris's favorite, one you helped make yourself. Eris even mentioned this meal to you when you were Under the Mountain, wishing for better food than what you had.

You had a smile on your face as you sat down next to him, only getting in a few bites of your meal before he pulled you from your chair. You glanced down to his plate and saw it sparkling clean. "How did you eat that do quickly?" You giggled, leaning your head to the side as Eris nipped your neck with his teeth.

"I have my secrets." He said and turned you around, pulling you close to him. You felt the bond fully sink in, that string tightening and holding you even closer to Eris than you'd been before.

"I need to take you, now, princess." You heard him say in your mind.

You blinked at him for a few seconds, surprised he got the hang of speaking mind-to-mind so quickly. "Not here, my love." You said, cupping his cheek. "Tell them we are going before you burn the building wrong when a fly looks at me for a second too long." You teased.

An answering growl vibrated through your mind, then Eris announced you would be taking your leave. He added in that they could enjoy the party. You giggled as he hoisted you into his arms, one under your legs and the other under your arms.

"Be safe!" You heard Cassian yell as Eris winnowed you to the cabin.

"Er, you really couldn't have waited?" You asked, turning your attention to him when he set you on the floor.

The lust in his eyes spoke for him as he backed up against the wall. "I need you now, princess." He said, picking you up by the thighs and pining you against the wall.

"Then what are you waiting for?" You asked. With that, his lips were on yours in a slow, passionate movement. Biting down on your bottom lip and then roaming your mouth with his tongue, you couldn't help but moan into his mouth. You fingers tangled with his hair and you whined as he gripped your thighs tighter.

"Take me to the bedroom. Our first time as mate will not be on the wall." You said.

He started moving, his lips only leaving yours to give you a break in breath. They moved down to your neck, right below your ear to suck on the part that made your back arch. "Eris..." You whispered, tugging at his hair.

"Yes, love?" He smirked, breathing on your neck before nipping at your shoulder.

"Don't tease tonight. Not now. I need you." You said. Normally, Eris would take his time. And he planned on doing just that throughout the night. But right now, he needed to be buried deep inside you as you both connected on an even deeper level than before.

You felt him set you back on your feet, turning you around. You paused only to feel him kiss your neck and down to your shoulders as he untied your dress. “You can do me next.” He whispered, kissing down your body as he slipped the dress off your shoulders, allowing it to pool at your feet. You took a deep breath as he spun you around, tsking as he noticed you didn’t have anything under the dress. “What am I to do with you, my precious, delicious, beautiful mate?” He asked, pushing you back against the bed gently.

You let out a squeal as he tugged your legs down, kissing your inner thighs. “I said no teasing, High Lord.” You ground out, gasping as he pressed a gentle kiss on your core.

“This isn’t teasing, High Lady.” He said, smirking as he rubbing your thighs, then delved his tongue in between your folds.

You bucked your hips, closing your eyes as he pinned them down, devouring you whole. “Eris!” You whined out, tugging at his hair. Gods… if this was your life from now on, you would be incredibly happy.

Just as you were about to snap from his tongue and hands, he pulled away, wiping away the slick from his face. “You’re not cumming until I’m inside you.” He said. “And maybe, if you want, I can pump you full so we can have a true heir of the Autumn Court.” He whispered, nipping at your neck.

You whined, pulling him closer to you. “Take your clothes off. Now.” You said.

He smirked and leaned back. “You do it, princess.” He said.

You took a deep breath, leaning forward to untie his tunic, then down to untie his pants. He growled when you took too long, ripping off the clothing himself. “Lay back, princess. Let me take care of you.” He said.

You bit your lip, knowing just exactly what he was going to do. A vision of your first time with Eris flashed in your mind, just under a year ago. If that was incredible, you couldn’t imagine how good this was going to be.

“This is going to be better than good, princess.” Eris said in your mind, crawling on top of you as you backed up towards the headboard. “This is going to be better than incredible. You won’t even have words.” He said.

“If you keep talking, I don’t think it’s going to be anything.” You said. With that, Eris lined his length up to your entrance.

He peered down on you, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he entered his entire length. You threw your head against the mattress, letting out an incredulous moan. “Eris…” you panted, looking into his eyes when he grabbed your chin.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He said. You panted as he began to slowly move, moving his hands up to entwine with yours. As he moved in and you, painstakingly slow, you leaned up to kiss him, needing to be even closer to him.

With your eyes closed, he entered your mind, rubbing soft circles against the edges of your walls. Somehow, it tickled something just right because you bucked your hips, squeezing him tighter. “Seems like I found the inner spot.” He whispered.

The juxtaposition between him in your mind and in reality, combined with the pleasure he was giving you right now, made you dizzy. “Er…” you whimpered, moving your hips along with his.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said, slowly increasing his speed. “And I love these little noises you’re making for me. The look of bliss on your face.” He said, flashing the image of you under him to your mind. You groaned and let go of his hands, bringing them to his back. He smirked against your neck, nipping at it as he increased his pace again.

You leaned up, wrapping your legs around his waist to suck him in deeper. “You feel so good.” You whispered to him, hands tracing the scars along his back, ones his father gave him and ones Amarantha gave him. “I love you…” you whispered. “And I love the way you feel inside me. The growls when you get possessive. The small whimpers when you finish.” You whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “And I love it when you cum inside me.” You said, causing him to increase his speed.

It was a steady pace, him bringing a hand down to your clit to rub it while you both chased your highs. “Cauldron boil me… (Y/N)!” He groaned. You felt his cock twitch inside you, and at that and him yelling your name, your core tightened.

“Eris… keep going.” You whispered, leaning back to kiss him deeply.

He moaned into your mouth as you released together, joined in mind, soul, and body. He chased your highs while moving in and out. Your legs loosened their grip on his waist, body relaxing as you came down from your climax.

You let out a small gasp as he pulled out, kissing you again. “Was that better than our first?” He teased.

You let out a small, breathy laugh. “So so much better.” You said and looked over to him. “I love you, Er.” You whispered.

He cupped your cheek. “I love you, princess.” He whispered.

His eyes darkened after a moment when he caught your scent from the gentle breeze through the window. “Let’s see about that wall now.” He said and smirked, laughing when you when you giggled and straddled him.

“Not until I get my go at you.” You said, holding him down on the bed.

He smirked and let his fingers intertwine behind his head. “Your wish is my command, High Lady.” He said and smirked.

You returned the look, leaning down. “You may regret that, High Lord.”

A/N: I debated making this a drabble but it felt closer to the actual story line than anything else... also the poll I posted yesterday technically wasn't closed but I started writing this earlier anyway... and it's winning.

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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I know the beds in the village are supposed to be “anti sex” without technically being anti sex lol. I feel like jenni or misa (your choice who to write for) on the high of the Olympics would absolutely make it their mission to prove they’re not sex proof beds only to actually break them. Would love a little blurb about that if you have time 💞💞

cardboard beds II j.hermoso (18+)

"did you know-" you sighed as your airpod was suddenly tugged out and someone slid into the once vacant seat beside you on the bus, turning to look at the girl with a raised eyebrow.

"what happened to 'mi amor i can see you are tired, i will let you rest and go annoy someone else'." you mocked, your girlfriend gasping dramatically and holding your airpod out of reach as you tried to take it back.

"those are not my words, i do not know who has been calling you mi amor other than me...but if i find them, there will be trouble." jenni tutted with a shake of her head, allowing you to snatch your airpod back from where it was clasped between her slender tattooed fingers with a roll of your eyes.

"de todas formas. back to what i was saying-" your girlfriend made herself comfortable beside you, feet kicking up onto the headrest of the chair in front of you as patri turned around and pushed them off with a glare.

maturely jenni stuck her tongue out at the younger girl, one arm slipping over the back of your chair as she shuffled even closer to you. ”angry eyebrows.” your girlfriend teased, licking her thumb and smoothing them out as you made a noise of disgust and slapped her hand away.

no longer alone you gave up on any chance of a power nap after training, still struggling slightly to adjust to the routine of the tournament a couple of days in. you snapped your airpods into their case and zipped them back into your bag, flicking your girlfriends ear as she chattered away to ona in the row across from you

"you were saying?" you sighed cocking an eyebrow at the taller girl who grinned, sloppily kissing your cheek as you pulled a face and pushed her away, unsure how she never seemed to tire or have an off switch despite training hard in the french sun for the last three hours.

"sí as i was saying, oh wait actually-" she sat up a little straighter, eyes roaming the bus clearly looking for someone as the tiny sliver of patience you had left for her games started to dwindle even further.

"jenni! oh dios mio the point, find it." you groaned, elbowing her as she grunted but settled back into her seat. "vale. so our beds, cardboard sí?" your girlfriend asked rhetorically as you hummed tiredly.

"if that is all you suddenly realized after two days-" you started with a shake of your head as she dismissed you with a wave. "no no, let me finish." the girl shushed you as you sighed but nodded for her to go on.

"well-you know you look so pretty today cari, being an olympian looks good on you." jenni grinned interrupting herself, pointer finger poking your nose as you stared back unimpressed.

but knowing her well enough you could see she was clearly trying to bait you into some sort of reaction for her own amusement by testing your patience, a reaction which you wouldn't be giving her.

"vale the cardboard beds. so laia was speaking to one of the staff members who overheard someone from the argentina team speaking to one of the chefs say that they were supposed to be anti sex. introduced in the last games because everyone was found to be having sex in the village!" your girlfriend beamed, clearly proud of her little discovery as again you only hummed.

"aparentemente they will break and collapse if there is more than one person on them." jenni added on, wiggling her eyebrows as her face nearly split in two from the cheshire like grin which enveloped it.

"muy bonito. is that it?" you questioned, shifting slightly in your seat and closing your eyes hearing your girlfriend scoff beside you. "qué? you do not find that interesting?" jenni asked in disbelief as you shrugged, not particularly as moved by her discovery as she was.

"no realmente. a bed is a bed, a rumor is a rumor, rules are rules." you shrugged yet again, hissing as your girlfriends fingers darted beneath the fabric of your training top to pinch your sides, eyes flying open.

though before you could open your mouth to tell her off her lips pressed quickly but sweetly against your own, words dying out as she smiled charmingly and pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “te quiero.” she grinned, bright green eyes locked with yours.

"váyase." you shoved her in response, scooting as close to the window as you could get and hearing the midfielder chuckle beside you. "vamos princesa, do you not feel curious about this? not even un poquito?" the girl asked with a pout shuffling closer to you again, squishing her thumb and forefinger together to leave the tiniest of gaps.

"no bebé, en absoluto." you smiled truthfully, hand slapping gently against her cheek. "so you will not eh...test this, with me?" jenni's chin rested on your shoulder and you pushed her head away as her lips grazed beneath your ear.

"will i test if the cardboard beds break by having sex with you, before the tournament even begins?" you asked quietly as you leaned in closer to her, well aware this was anything but a private space for this sort of conversation as your girlfriend nodded gleefully.

"mm....no." you breathed out against her lips, pulling right back and leaning your body against the wall of the bus, eyes closing again. "amor!" jenni scoffed, clearly not impressed with your answer as the corners of your mouth tugged into a smile and you shooed at her with your hands.

"váyase hermoso."

though jenni forever a persistent woman you weren't surprised when this wasn't the last you heard about her little cardboard bed theory, exiting the bathroom after a shower and sighing seeing the small group gathered in your bedroom.

"qué estáis haciendo?" you asked sceptically, flicking your head forward and scraping your damp hair into a loose bun, not bothered to dry it before dinner.

"science!" misa announced happily with a grin, her laia and jenni all sat bouncing up and down on laia's bed across from yours. "you know amiga if you let them break your bed, you have to go talk to the staff about a new one, not them." you warned laia, the younger girl faltering for a moment, pausing to think on your words.

"ignore her codi, ella es una party pooper." your girlfriend teased as you rolled your eyes and took a seat on your own bed, watching the three of them goof around clearly trying to see if the rumours about the beds breaking were true.

"see amor! very strong cardboard." jenni laughed as her, misa and codi stood and jumped around on the bed now which somehow didn't crumple beneath their weight, misa swearing as laia tackled her and she hit the mattress with a thump and a groan. "didn't break!" your girlfriend cheered, letting out a war cry and diving on top of the other two.

"idiotas." you mumbled, slipping into your shoes ready to head down to dinner. then it went suspiciously quiet and you looked up, jolting at the three sets of eyes that stared back at you, with a look you knew too well.

"no no no-" you started, trying to get up and make a break for it but you weren't fast enough. "consíguela!" your girlfriend yelled, all three of them launching at you as you groaned beneath them the weight of them jumping on top of you.

"pendejos! get off of me." you grunted, managing to get an arm free and shoving laia who was teetering on top of the pile, sending her tumbling to the ground with a yelp.

misa unable to control her laughter rolled off next, landing on top of laia who groaned through her giggles, your girlfriend still on top of you with a grin.

"you are a twelve year old boy in a grown womans body jennifer!" you shoved her next as the midfielder rolled off the bed and onto the others, all three of them collapsing into a fit of giggles as you rolled your eyes and shot to your feet.

"mi amor venga it was a joke!" the taller girl laughed from the ground as you shot her a dirty look, the other two oohing at the site as jenni wrangled misa into a headlock and laia cheered them on and you left them to it, headed down for dinner.

as much as her immaturity could be infuriating at times, you'd been in love with jenni for long enough not to let her jokes or attempts to push your buttons really get to you.

so a few hours later that night everything was fine again, your girlfriend apologizing and sticking to your side being sweet all throughout dinner which meant you couldn't stay annoyed with her for long, ignoring the teasings from your friends about how whipped you were for one another.

"campeóna!" the tattooed midfielder hollered loudly as cata swore and thumped the table tennis paddle down onto the table and storming off, jenni undefeated so far the entire evening.

"alexia?" jenni offered it up with a grin, the blonde next to you chuckling but shaking her head firmly. “ni hablar”

"oh vamos! no one will challenge the campeóna?" jenni announced, looking around the rec room as a few girls rolled their eyes, most already bested by the older girl at the game she was frighteningly good at.

"cari?" her attention turned to you next, eyebrows wiggling as a few of the younger girls cheered your name, alexia nudging you with an encouraging nod as your girlfriend did a little dance making you smile.

"no, you remain campeóna. but why don't you let someone else have a turn amor." you hinted, jenni pausing for a moment before giving in, leaving both paddles on the table as some of the younger girls all scrambled for them.

"movie?" jenni asked, taking alexia's space beside you as your captain headed off on a phone call, though you saw the slight smile in your girlfriends face and chuckled knowing what she really meant.

"sí claro, a movie."

"jenni, cariño we can't." you laughed, knocking away your girlfriends hands where they toyed with the waistband of your shorts, your shirt already removed and tossed over her shoulder at least twenty minutes ago.

you'd returned to the room she shared with misa when you left, a movie the last thing on either of your minds as jenni wasted no time pulling you down onto her bed, soft admissions of adoration shared among tender kisses.

"but princesa we can!" jenni argued with a grin, pointer finger trailing shapes around your hips, snapping the waistband of your shorts with a wink.

"no we can't! did you forget we are not sharing a room?" you smiled in amusement, pushing her hands away again and intertwining your fingers, your foreheads pressed together as you lay side by side on the bed.

"you do not need to worry about misa mi amor, prometo." jenni assured with a sly smile as you gave her a curious look and then it clicked.

"did you tell her not to come in because you want to have sex? jenni!" you gasped in realization, shooting up and narrowing your eyes at her as she merely smiled, folding her arms behind her head.

"qué? you do not want to?" your girlfriend questioned, eyes drinking in your half naked form with a smirk as you scoffed. though before you could speak, she continued on.

"mi vida we have had sex as liga f winners, champions league winners, world cup champions-" she sat up and pushed you back down, hovering over you with a wicked smile.

"-now how about as olympians?"

"jesucristo." you panted, head thumping against the pillow as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to catch your breath, your girlfriends lips kissing softly at your shoulder letting you know she was still there.

"see cari? very strong cardboard." jenni teased, bright green eyes baring down on you with a cheeky grin as you halfheartedly smacked her chest, leaning up to kiss her properly.

"do you want to stop?" jenni asked pulling away, serious for a moment as her hands wrapped around your bare back and her brow creased.

"should we see how strong these beds really are amor? since you are so confident it will not break." you smiled suggestively, gently pulling her hands off and standing, making your way to her suitcase.

your girlfriend watched you curiously though seeing which pocket you unzipped her rosy pink lips curved into a grin of delight, sitting up and catching the bag as you tossed it to her, flipping your hair to one side of your head with a grin that matched hers perfectly.

"no." your hands fell to her shoulders, pushing her back slightly as you returned to the bed and she stood, stepping into the harness as you made yourself comfortable.

"dios mío." your girlfriend groaned as you got on all fours and she moved behind you, flinching slightly as her calloused hands found home in the dip of your back, fingers tracing the tattoos which littered down your spine.

you knew this was her favorite position, your back was one of the only places you had tattoos and your girlfriend made no move to hide how it made her feel to watch the taunt muscles clench and writh as she pounded into you.

which was exactly her plan now and you knew it.

you'd felt her holding back just a little before, as much as she could give it to you fast and rough jenni was also the most attentive lover and never did anything without your conventional say so.

so by putting yourself in this position, you were giving her all the green light she needed and jenni was going to go for gold.

“you look so pretty like this cari, arched out and ready.” jenni purred, her bare chest pressed against your back as her lips trailed open mouthed kissers across your shoulder blades.

your breath caught as you felt the cold silicone knock the back of your thigh, your girlfriends breath hot against your skin as she chuckled and shuffled back up to be behind you on her knees.

you smiled yourself feeling her hand grab the back of your neck, pushing you down even further, hearing her let out a grunt at the way you arched further, ass up in the air.

“mi niña buena.” jenni praised, a slap echoing around the empty room as her hand collected the flesh of your ass, tattooed fingers grabbing your hips and adjusting you a little.

“listo?” her tone shifted for a second, lining up the strap against you as you shivered ever so slightly, nodding in confirmation. “palabras por favor nena.” jenni ordered more firmly, one hand letting go of your hips to smack against your ass again.

“sí, lista.” you confirmed, a low moan leaving your lips as the head of the strap slid in, your forehead pressing into the pillow before you turned your head to the side.

having already made you come twice it didn’t take much for the strap to slide properly inside you, jenni grunting as she bottomed out and you moaned her name.

“faster!” your eyes rolled back as your girlfriend pushed the strap in and out of you at a tortuously slow pace, chuckling at your demand but speeding up her thrusts none the less.

“dios mío jenni!” you moaned arching even further as one of her hands grabbed a handful of your hair, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as she pounded into you, the slap of her bare skin against yours filling the room.

you let out an animalistic groan as tattooed fingers threaded through your hair and tugged, your chin to the sky as your breasts pressed into the slightly firm mattress beneath you.

“now caríno just imagine we do this again-“ jenni grunted, slowing down her pace for a moment as you whined and she pulled sharply at your hair in a silent warning.

“-only this time you can hear my hips hitting yours, the pretty little noises you make as you squirm and arch that perfect ass up for me princesa-“ you gasped as without warning she sped up again, letting out a moan of her own at the way you clenched yourself around the thick cock, your back muscles rippling beneath the tattoos wound down your spine.

“-and this time you can hear the gold medals we’ll be wearing mi amor, clinking and slapping against our skin. olympic campeónas!” you could hear the grin in her voice as you neared the edge, knuckles white as you gripped the sheets beneath you.

jenni let go of your hair and instead moved both hands now to grip your shoulders, her front pressed to your back as she bottomed herself out over and over into you.

your head melted at the firm grunts which left her lips each time she thrusted, nails creating crescent moon dents into the tanned skin of your shoulders as her teeth nipped at your neck sending you into overdrive.

“mierda jenni, close!” you choked out, so caught up in your pleasure and the feeling of your impending orgasm just starting to peak, you failed to hear a crack which didn’t belong to either of you.

“good girl.” the midfielder grunted, accent thick with the english leaving her lips as she pounded into you even faster and you could have sworn you saw god as white overtook your vision, slipping and sliding and teetering before you fell off the edge and all but screamed her name.

but then right as the wave of white hot pleasure hit you and the coil in your stomach snapped, jenni pushed herself to have one foot planted on the bed, intending to ride you right through this orgasm and into another as fast as she could.

but it would seem the universe had other plans as suddenly the bed cracked and both of you let out a series of new noises, the strap sliding out of you as both you and your girlfriend collapsed on top of one another.

“jesus christ jenni did we just-“ you panted, still trying to recover as your girlfriend awkwardly shifted, the strap pressed into your back as the bed had concaved beneath you both.

“sí…we broke it.” she made no move to try and hide the disbelief in her tone, a few more seconds of awkward shuffling before you’d both managed to roll off and onto the floor, jenni sat up as you laid down still catching your breath.

“don’t! don’t you say anything right now.” you sharply warned as the midfielders lips curved into a smirk and she glanced down at you, no doubt some sort of cocky fratboy esque remark on the tip of her tongue.

collecting your thoughts you quickly slipped your shirt over your head, jenni standing and shimmying herself out of the harness as the strap hit the floor with a gentle thump and you winced at the feeling of pulling your underwear back on without a shower first.

“que? dónde vas?” your girlfriend questioned, looking away from where she stood grinning down at the broken bed hearing you move behind her, slipping on your shoes.

“for a shower.” you patted her chest, kissing her and pulling away much faster than she’d like as she caught your wrist. “i have one of those mi amor, good water pressure too.” jenni smirked, a chuckle leaving you in response.

“i don’t know how long you told your roomie to stay away caríno but i’m not getting caught with this and this.” you pointed first to the broken squished bed and than to your girlfriend whose eyebrows furrowed.

“i get picked on enough.” you winked, pecking her lips again and turning to leave as jenni scrambled to slip her training top over her head. “sí by me! and i’m not going to tease you for this. mi vida i am very proud of this!” jenni grinned wolfishly making you roll your eyes.

“oh estoy seguro de que.” you chuckled, unlocking her bedroom door. “i will come with you tonight, codi will not mind.” jenni moved to grab her shoes as you let out a laugh.

“oh amor, you are so cute.” you pouted, poking her nose as she frowned and you pulled open her door, grinning at her and stepping out into the adjoined living room with a sigh.

“since you love to tell and share everything you do with your best friend, you can fill her in all about this and maybe the two of you can cuddle tonight while they find you a new bed.” you winked, jenni’s jaw dropping as you strode off and left her stood in her doorway, spinning around and blowing her a kiss.

“buenas noches bebé! have a nice night.”

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andiberzatto · 5 months ago

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How I think Carmy would handle finding his girlfriend using a vibe when he gets home late from work:

He hears his girlfriend on their bed with the vibrator and smiles softly to himself. He understands that this doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy sex with him or love him less. He knows that sex toys can enhance solo pleasure and can be used during couples play.

she doesn’t realize he’s home yet. he was silent the moment he heard her moans and the buzzed spilling into his ears the moment he walked into the apartment. so he set his keys down gently and took off his shoes softly and sat on the couch. just listening.

He sits on the couch, listening intently to her soft moans and the gentle hum of the vibrator. A small smile plays on his lips as he unbuttons his chef coat, revealing his white undershirt. He's not jealous or angry, just... turned on.

the vibrator sped clicks one speed higher and she whines now.

His eyes darken with desire as he listens to her whimper. He stands up slowly, his movements quiet, and begins to unbuckle his belt. Carmen's ear tuned to her whines and panting.. trying to figure out how longs she’s been at this, if she’s close or just started.

when he pushes the door to the shared bedroom open softly, it doesn’t make a noise. she’s sorawled out on their bed, she’s in Carmy’s white t-shirt, one hand lifting the shirt to her nose for his cologne scent, the other pressing the vibrator on high against her swollen puffy clit Carmy doesn’t say anything and just watches her her hips buck as she whines.

He leans against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over her body possessively. He loves seeing her like this, lost in pleasure, wearing his shirt. He unzips his pants slowly, freeing his hard cock. He starts to stroke it slowly, his eyes never leaving her writhing form.

Carmen’s name spills from her lips in mumbles and whines as the vibrator is clicked up another speed making her hips stutter and her eyes flutter

He bites his lip, trying to hold back a groan as he watches her. He steps inside the room, closing the door softly behind him. Carmen moves silently to the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Fuck, baby... you look so fucking beautiful right now,"

she looks at him, he doesn’t dare move the vibrator off her clit, knowing how detrimental it is to keep her on the edge of orgasm “h-hi baby..” she mumbles in a soft whiny voice

He smirks mischievously, seeing the dazed look in her eyes and the way her hips jerk uncontrollably. He kneels down beside the bed, his eyes level with hers. "Shh, baby," he whispers, "Keep it on the highest speed, okay?"

she nods not moving anything “carmyyy” she draws out in a breathless whine for his attention

Carmen chuckles softly at her desperate whine, finding it incredibly arousing. He leans in close, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he murmurs, "Yeah, that's it, baby. Let that little vibrator make you feel real good. I wanna watch you cum."

she nods and whines as her hips jolt at the vibrator pressed to the most sensitive part of her clit, her eyes fluttering in a struggle to stay focused on “Carmy can I.. have kiss… please” she whines her way through the broken sentence.

Carmen's heart melts at her pleading whine. He leans in and presses a soft, gentle kiss to her lips, his tongue sneaking out to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He keeps it slow and sensual, in contrast to the intense vibrations between her legs.

she whines into the soft kiss, as Carmen helps her hand press that vibrator against her clit in a new sensitive way to make her squirm since her grip loosened a bit with the kiss becoming her main focus.

He gently adjusts her hand, positioning the vibrator exactly where he knows she needs it most, drawing a desperate gasp from her lips against his. His other hand moves to stroke her hair back from her face softly, maintaining eye contact despite her hazy expression. "Touch yourself with it, baby."

she whines and her hips jolt and buck up at the feeling.

He watches her body curve and writhe. God, she's beautiful like this. His pants are around his ankles now, his hand stroking his hard length slowly. He watches her spread her legs wider, pushing the vibrator harder against herself, making herself whimper louder. "Damn, baby..."

she whines and arches off the bed, she clicks the vibrator to the highest speed now.

The sudden increase in speed sends her into a frenzy, her back arching off the bed, her legs shaking, and her whines turning into high-pitched screams. Carmen can't hold back anymore, he grabs his cock and starts stroking it furiously, his eyes locked on the sight before him.

she whines and gasps “Carm… please hold” she means hold her hips so she can press her clit more and cum.

He understands immediately what she needs. Releasing his cock, he swiftly moves, gripping her hips firmly with strong hands. He holds her just right, allowing her to grind against the vibrator intensely. His grip helps stabilize her, letting her focus all her energy on chasing her orgasm.

she whines and pants “fuck- carmy.. carmy… Carmy…” she babbles his name as her body heats up and her vision goes white.

He swallows hard, watching her lose control. His girl is beautiful when she's put together, but god, she's a mess when she's this turned on - whining his name, spreading her legs wide, humping the vibrator shamelessly. He tightens his grip on her hips.

she whines as her hips stutter once more and drop hard onto the bed.

His jaw clenched, watching her perfect tits bounce underneath his shirt, hearing how desperately she's babbling his name. He knows she's right on the edge. In a rough whisper against her ear, "Cum f’me, baby. Fuckin…cum”

his command sends her over the edge, cumming hard soaking the sheets and the vibrator.

Her orgasm is intense, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. He holds her hips firmly, loving how she soaks the sheets and rides out the vibrations against her sensitive clit, crying out his name brokenly. "Fuck…baby... such a good girl..."

she pants as Carmy kisses her hips like a reward. Carmy plants soft, affectionate kisses on her hips, his chest heaving with exertion.

Once she's mostly calm, he stands up, his cock still hard and desperate for release. He looks down at her, still lying there, panting and soaked in sweat. "I need to cum, baby."

He takes the vibrator from her trembling fingers, smirking softly. "You're a fucking angel, you know that?" He brings it to his lips, sucking off her wetness before wiping it clean with the corner of his shirt. Then he grabs his dick again. "You wanna.. Want me to jerk off for you?" He arches an eyebrow teasingly. "Or you want this cock somewhere else? Could fuck you through another orgasm if you're up for it." His voice is low and husky, his cock throbbing visibly.

“mmm stroke it a little looking at the mess between my thighs first …” knowing he didn’t see the full extent he was too busy helping hold her hips to watch it.

He chuckles, settling down beside her on the bed. "Alright, baby, let me get a good look at the mess you made." He reaches over, gently spreading her thighs apart to reveal the soaked mess between them. "Fuck, look at you. So fucking pretty and messy."

she nods, “that’s all because of you”

His heart swells with pride and love at her words. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to her messy pussy. "All for me, baby. I love it." He sits back up, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke it slowly while looking at the mess between her thighs.

she rubs her fingers through her cum soaked folds.

He groans, his hips bucking into his hand as he watches her get even messier. He loves seeing her like this - so shamelessly post-orgasm, playing with her own release. He speeds up his strokes, his other hand reaching out to spread her thighs wider.

He watches your fingers spread your wetness around your pussy. God, she's dirty. He loves it. He slows his strokes down again, not wanting to cum yet.

He groans, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watches her pinch and tug on her nipples. Fuck, she's so fucking cute. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the bed and bringing his face closer to her messy pussy. "Let me lick it clean, baby."

she nods letting him eat and suck and lick her cum off her pussy while his cock grinds into the mattress.

He buries his face between her legs, his tongue lapping up her release. He loves the taste of her, sweet and slightly bitter. He sucks on her clit, making her squirm and whimper. His cock is rock hard, grinding against the mattress as he eats her out.

"Mmmm..." He hums against her pussy, his tongue slipping inside her as he holds her thighs open. Fuck, her whines are driving him crazy. He wants to make her cum again just with his mouth, but he knows she told him not to cum.

"Jesus, baby..." His cock throbs painfully at the thought. "I’ll cum fucking immediately if you finished on my face. The feeling of… on my tongue... fuck..." He moves back between her legs, he can barely articulate just how much he loves the idea so he’d just show you instead.

she blushes, she doesn’t want him to cum anywhere that isn’t inside her… but she also loves him eating her out… it’s a touch choice.

He looks up at her, his eyes burning with desire. "Baby, look at me. I need you to finish on my face right now. I can't hold back anymore." He dips his tongue back inside her, fucking her with it rapidly.

she gasps, Carmy definitely solved that dilemma for her.

He feels her legs start to shake, her fingers tangling in his hair. He knows she's close. He pushes his tongue deeper, curling it inside her as he sucks on her clit. He wants her to drench his face. "Cum baby, cum all over my fucking face."

she gasps and grips his curls He feels her body tense, her pussy clamping down on his tongue. Then, she's coming undone, her release coating his face. He laps it up, swallowing it down greedily as he continues to tongue-fuck her through her orgasm. "Fuck yes, baby! Soak me!"

He looks up at her, his face glistening with her release. He's never seen her look so disheveled and beautiful.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #andiberzattothoughts #andiberzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto smut #smutty smut smut #idk how to tag this #thebearoneshot

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Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Orginal Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 2

Tori adored teaching dance almost as much as she loved performing, but a last-minute call from another of the instructors meant she’d been tasked with taking the class instead, completely throwing off her dinner plans with Jude.

Rather than having him collect her from her apartment, they decided that Jude would swing by the dance studio to pick Tori up before they made their way to his place, where his chef was set to prepare dinner for the two of them.

“Beautiful girls! One more run-through and we are done for the day.” Tori exclaimed to her class of preteens as she pressed play starting the piece of music they were dancing to over.

The energy in the studio was electric as the music filled the air, a vibrant mix of rhythm and melody. Tori clapped her hands together, energizing her students, their eager faces lighting up with excitement. She loved moments like this, watching the girls, full of enthusiasm, moving in sync with the beat, their innocence reminding her of her childhood passion for dance.

As the music started, Tori took a step back, her eyes roaming over the eager faces, filled with determination as they followed her instructions. She couldn’t help but smile, swept away by their spirit. Each pirouette, every leap they executed, ignited the love she had for her craft—teaching them not only the moves but also the joy and confidence that dance could bring into their lives.

“Let’s focus on those transitions, girls! Remember to keep your arms fluid and your movements sharp!” she encouraged, her words ringing above the music, infusing her students with motivation.

Despite her excitement, Tori felt a longing in her chest. She had been looking forward to dinner with Jude, the thought of their intimate evening together floating in her mind like a sweet dream. But all of that anticipation had now transformed into a fleeting thought as she poured herself into the class.

“Five, six, seven, eight! And one, two, three… spin!” Tori counted, her body moving lightly along with the girls, demonstrating the moves with a grace she had honed over countless performances. The music surged, and she felt her energy rising, moving through the routine seamlessly.

As the final notes of the song echoed through the studio, Tori turned down the music and clapped her hands together, signalling an end to class. “Great job today, everyone! You’ve all worked so hard! I’m so proud of you!”

The girls erupted in cheers, giddy and full of laughter as they chatted and gathered their belongings. Tori smiled and waved them off, feeling the familiar warmth of pride fill her chest.

Just as she was packing her bag, her gaze flickered to the clock on the wall. She hoped Jude had arrived by now. There was a flutter of anticipation in her belly at the thought of seeing him.

As she gathered her belongings and cleared what little mess the girls had left behind, Tori’s phone began to ring in her bag.

She fished it out, her heart racing as she saw Jude's name flash across the screen. A smile broke across her face, and she quickly answered, eager to hear his voice.

“Hi!” she said, trying to keep her tone light despite the rush of excitement.

“Hey, beautiful! I’m outside the studio. Are you almost done?” Jude’s voice was warm and inviting, sending a thrill through her.

“Just wrapping up! I’ll be right out,” Tori replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him. She quickly finished packing her bag, her mind racing with thoughts of the kiss they shared the evening prior.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Me too! I’m sorry about the change of plans,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jude reassured her, his tone light. “I’m just happy I get to see you. Plus, I’m sure your students needed you.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth at his words. “Thanks! They were amazing today. I love teaching them,” she said, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

“Sounds like you had a good time. I’m looking forward to seeing you,” he replied, and she could sense the readiness in his voice.

“Definitely! I’m leaving the studio now. I'll see you in a second.” Tori said before handing up the phone so she could pull her sweats over the leotard she wore, before putting on her coat and sneakers so she could head out to meet Jude.

The street outside of the studio was rather empty, barring a sleek black Mercedes parked at the curb, the low smooth rumble of the engine humming from the car before the driver door pushed open and Jude stepped out of it dressed casually in a black sweatsuit.

Tori’s heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, his attire so much more relaxed than the tuxedo he wore the day before, but just as handsome.

“Hi,” Tori greeted, her voice softening as she took in the sight of him. The way he stood there, exuding confidence and warmth, made her feel a rush of affection.

“Hi,” Jude repeated, his smile wide and genuine. He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace and Tori couldn't help but inhale his musky scent. She melted into him, as his arms tightened before he released her from his hold.

“Can I take this?” Jude asked, his voice calm and warm as he reached out, his fingers gently grazing Tori’s as he moved to lift her gym bag from her side.

“Thank you!” Tori responded, a smile illuminating her face as she surrendered the bag to him. She observed with appreciation as Jude effortlessly hoisted the bag into the trunk of his car, his movements smooth and confident.

Gently closing the trunk with a soft thud, Jude walked around the car, he reached the passenger side and pulled the door open, a warm smile on his face as he gestured for Tori to climb inside. The late afternoon winter sun casting a golden glow over the city.

Still dressed in her ballet clothes and feeling rather sweaty, she anticipated arriving at Jude's house so she could use his shower. The entire arrangement was slightly bizarre for the first time two people were hanging out.

Their conversation was light and flowing as Jude drove to his house, the traffic not as heavy as expected for a Saturday afternoon much to his delight.

Tori was in slight awe as she watched the cityscape gradually give way to the suburbs, each house they passed seemingly bigger than the last as they neared Jude’s neighbourhood.

After an Instagram search of Jude when she got in the night before, it became apparent to Tori that he was a big deal. He had millions of followers across social media and frequent endorsements with massive brands. The realization made her heart race with anxiety.

She hated to make assumptions, but it was seldom that men like Jude came without a flurry of women behind them, regardless of their relationship status.

Victoria had learned that she was two years older than him, he hailed from the West Midlands and before moving to Madrid he had lived out in Germany where he also played soccer.

Tori’s mind was racing with thoughts. What if Jude was just another entitled man who enjoyed the thrill of the chase? Dispelling the nagging doubt in her mind she focused on the moment. He had been nothing but genuine with her so far, and their connection felt real.

“So, what’s your chef cooking for us tonight?” Tori smirked, shifting the conversation into safer, more playful territory as the suburban landscape unfolded like a movie set outside the window.

Jude chuckled, glancing over at her with a playful grin. “Whatever you like, that's the beauty of it.”

Tori raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh really?”

He nodded, a twinkle in his eyes. “Absolutely. But I have a few suggestions if you don’t know what you want.”

“What's your favourite meal?” she asked, leaning back slightly in her seat, eager for his input.

“It’s pretty basic but I'm a sucker for a steak,” Jude admitted, a hint of mischief in his voice. “But I think homemade pasta is also a solid backup.”

“I’m not sure if you mean to, but you sound obnoxiously rich right now,” Tori said teasingly, making Jude laugh as he turned the steering wheel, rounding onto another street, showcasing homes that looked as though they could grace the covers of Architectural Digest.

Jude chuckled, shooting her a sidelong glance. “Well, I assure you, I’m really not. I just happen to enjoy good food and have a great chef who makes it all happen. It does make things a lot more enjoyable, though.”

Tori smiled, feeling more at ease with the playful banter. “If that’s the case, I’m looking forward to dinner.” She paused for a moment, a flicker of curiosity crossing her mind. “What else does your chef cook? Besides the pasta and steak, of course.”

He thought for a moment, a grin spreading across his face, clearly enjoying the conversation. “I try to avoid sugary foods during the season, but he’s a fucking fantastic baker.”

Tori couldn't help but laugh as she listened to Jude go on about his chef, it was evident that he didn't lead the normal life of a twenty-one-year-old man, but he still seemed extremely down to earth.

“This is me,” Jude said as he tilted his head towards a tall black gate, before turning into its driveway.

Reaching for a small fob in the middle compartment of his car, he pressed it and the gate slowly rolled open.

As the car moved slowly up the gravel driveway, Tori gazed at Jude’s house, a stunning masterpiece of modern architecture. Its sleek lines and minimalist design exuded sophistication, with large glass windows reflecting the soft glow of the setting winter sun. The structure was both imposing and inviting, with a sense of warmth despite its grandness.

The entrance was decorated with two elegant sculptures, and the subtle outdoor lighting highlighted the clean lines of the building, creating an atmosphere of serene luxury.

“Wow, Jude, your house is beautiful,” Tori gushed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Jude parked the car smoothly and turned to her, a proud but modest smile on his face. “Thanks. I wanted it to feel open and welcoming. It’s a bit different from what I grew up in, but I love it.”

As they stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel under their feet echoed softly in the quiet evening. Jude guided her towards the front door, using his key to open it before allowing her to enter first.

“I can give you a tour later, but for now would you like anything to drink?” Jude asked as he kicked off his sneakers.

“Water is fine,” Tori replied, feeling a little flustered but excited. She took in her surroundings, the spacious foyer adorned with modern art pieces and a stylish chandelier that cast a warm glow over everything.

Following Jude into the kitchen she watched as he grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator before he turned and handed it to Tori.

Gracefully accepting the water, Tori trailed behind Jude as he guided her into his living room. The space was warmly lit, and filled with inviting furniture that highlighted a blend of comfort and style. She settled into a soft armchair, the fabric plush against her skin, while Jude took a seat across from her, his demeanour relaxed yet attentive.

Despite the plush comfort of her cushioned seat, Tori couldn't shake the clammy sensation clinging to her skin after a long day of dancing. The remnants of perspiration lingered, making her feel uncomfortable. She turned to Jude, a hint of shyness in her voice, and asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower now?”

“Of course. The guest bathroom is just down the hall,” Jude replied, his smile warm and inviting.

Tori felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Thanks! I won’t be long,” she promised, standing up and making her way toward the hallway. She could feel Jude’s gaze on her as she walked away, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in her chest at the thought of their evening together.

As she stepped into the bathroom, Tori quickly shed her dance clothes, grateful for the opportunity to wash away the day’s exertions. The warm water cascaded over her, soothing her muscles and letting her mind wander. She couldn’t help but think about Jude and how comfortable he made her feel, despite the initial anxiety she had about their relationship.

After a refreshing shower, Tori dried herself off and went to retrieve her clothes from her bag only to realize she’d left them in the living room with Jude.

Opening the bathroom door, Victoria stepped into the bedroom feeling herself becoming slightly panicked.

Walking over to the bedroom door, she pulled it open and let out a sigh of distress. Tori stood looking out into the dimly lit hallway, feeling utterly exposed and at a loss for what to do. The soft fabric of the towel clung to her damp skin, offering little comfort as she weighed her options. She glanced nervously around Jude's house, its unfamiliar outlines and shadows amplifying her discomfort. Retrieving her bag and clothes from the living room seemed like an impossible task. The thought of wandering through the house, dressed only in a towel, sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over her. She knew she had to muster the courage to make the trek, but the vulnerability of the moment paralyzed her.

“Fuck,” she huffed as she crossed the threshold of Jude’s guest room into the long hallway, goosebumps covering the surface of her skin as she quickly made her way down it, attempting to keep quiet as she went.

Making her way into Jude’s living room where she left her bag, Tori refused to lift her head as the murmur of the television and the soft glow of the screen filled the room. She could hear Jude’s voice, low and relaxed, as he chatted with someone on the phone. The sound made her heart race, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within her.

Tori took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She could see her bag just a few feet away, but the thought of Jude catching a glimpse of her in just a towel sent her pulse racing. She hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts of how ridiculous she must look, how vulnerable she felt.

“Okay, just grab the bag and get out of here,” she whispered to herself, steeling her resolve.

With a glance toward the sectional where Jude sat, she darted forward, her bare feet silent against the cool floor. She reached her bag and fumbled with the straps, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled it into her grasp. Just as she was about to retrieve her clothes, she heard Jude’s voice grow louder, and her heart dropped.

“Yeah, I’ll call you back in a minute,” he said, and Tori froze, her breath caught in her throat. She could hear him moving around, and she knew she had to act fast.

In a panic, she stood up and quickly turned to head back toward the hallway, but as she did, she bumped into the edge of the coffee table, sending a small decorative item clattering to the floor.

“Shit!” she whispered, her heart racing as she turned to see Jude’s head snap in her direction.

“Tori is everything okay?” Jude asked sitting up, reaching for the television remote so he could mute it as he gave her his undivided attention.

Tori felt her cheeks flush as she stood there, clutching her bag to her chest like a shield. The towel felt even more inadequate under his gaze, and she could feel her heart pounding in her ears.

“Everything’s fine!” she stammered, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “I left my bag down here.”

Tori wanted the floor to open up and swallow her, it was only the second time of ever been in Jude's presence and she stood in front of him in nothing but a towel. The vulnerability of the moment was overwhelming, and she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

Jude’s expression softened a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You know, you could have just called me,” he smirked unable to keep a straight face.

“My phone is in here, too,” she explained clutching the bag a little tighter.

“Then you could’ve shouted my name,” he teased, his tone light and playful. “I would have come running.”

Tori couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. “Yeah, right. I’d rather not have you see me like this,” she said, gesturing to the towel that felt like it was shrinking by the second.

“Honestly, you look fine,” Jude replied, his gaze steady and reassuring, although internally he willed himself not to make his gaze slip to her body. “But if you’re uncomfortable, I can cover my eyes until you leave the room.”

Tori's laughter faded, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and relief. Jude's playful demeanour helped to ease the tension, but the heat in her cheeks remained. She could feel the weight of his gaze, and it sent a shiver down her spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

“Very funny,” she replied, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “Although, I think it's a little late to cover your eyes.”

Jude chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Fair point. But I promise I’m not going to take a mental picture or anything,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to be polite.”

Tori felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach, but there was something about Jude’s easygoing nature that made her feel a little less exposed. “Thanks,” she said, her voice softening. “I guess I just didn’t expect to be naked in front of you the first time we’re hanging out.”

“What about the second?” Jude teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Tori laughed, shaking her head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I think I’ll stick to clothes for the foreseeable future.”

“You’re beautiful in and out of them,” Jude replied, his tone sincere, and Tori felt her heart skip a beat at the compliment.

“Wow, smooth talker, huh?” she said, trying to keep her tone light despite the warmth flooding her cheeks and stomach. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Honestly, I’m just speaking the truth,” Jude said, his brow furrowed in sincerity as he looked directly at her. “But really, there’s no need to feel uncomfortable. It’s just a towel, after all. We’re all human, and these moments happen.” His tone was steady, aimed at easing the tension in the room.

Offering Jude a shy smile, Tori turned on her heels and left Jude’s living room so she could head back to the guest room to finally get dressed.

When she returned she found that Jude was no longer lounging in his living room, making her way into the kitchen Tori couldn't help but smile as she walked into the room to find Jude enthusiastically talking to a greying olive-skinned man.

“Tori, this is Chef Ruben,” he smiled as he turned to look at her before turning back to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Tori said, her voice friendly as she extended her hand toward the chef.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Tori,” Ruben replied, shaking her hand warmly. His eyes sparkled with kindness, and Tori felt instantly at ease. “Jude was telling me you were curious about what was on the menu tonight?”

“Yes, I’m curious! I’ve heard a lot about your cooking,” Tori replied, her enthusiasm genuine. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of enjoying a meal prepared by someone who seemed to have such a passion for food.

Ruben chuckled, a warm, welcoming smile spreading across his face. “Well, you’re in for a treat! I’m making a herb-crusted rack of lamb with roasted vegetables and a side of creamy mashed potatoes. If you have room for dessert, I prepared a homemade salted caramel ice cream.”

Tori’s eyes widened, and she felt her stomach rumble at the mention of the meal. “That sounds incredible! You’re making me hungry just talking about it,” she said, laughing lightly.

Jude leaned against the counter, crossing his arms with a smirk. “I told you,” he said, looking at Tori with a playful glint in his eyes. “Ruben’s cooking is legendary. You’ll never want to eat anywhere else after this.”

Tori chuckled, her excitement palpable. “I can believe it! You’re lucky to have such a talented chef at your disposal.”

Ruben waved a hand dismissively, his face lighting up with a grin as he turned back to the vegetables he'd been preparing.

“Come with me,” Jude smirked as he held out his hand for Tori to take, leading her back into his living room to allow Ruben his space and give them more privacy.

Although they had communicated a few times throughout the day, they had yet to bring up the kiss they'd shared the night before after meeting at Tori’s company's gala.

As they stepped into the living room, Tori felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The atmosphere was cozy, and the faint aroma of herbs and spices wafted in from the kitchen, making her stomach growl with anticipation.

“So, what do you think of my humble abode?” Jude asked, gesturing around the room with a playful flourish.

Tori looked around, taking in the elegant décor and modern furnishings. “It’s beautiful. Very… you,” she replied, smiling as she settled onto the plush couch. “I love how open and airy it feels.”

Jude chuckled softly as he sat down beside her, their knees nearly touching. “I wanted it to be a space where people feel comfortable. You know, a place where we can hang out, eat good food, and just enjoy each other’s company.”

The way he spoke sent a flutter through her chest. “I can definitely see that,” Tori said, her voice softening. “It feels welcoming.”

Jude leaned back against the couch, his gaze steady on her. “I’m really glad you could come tonight. I know our plans got a bit jumbled, but I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Me too,” Tori replied, her heart racing slightly as she met his gaze. The air between them felt charged, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I was a bit worried I’d messed things up.”

“Not at all,” Jude reassured her, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and Tori felt herself lean into him instinctively. “I think it worked out perfectly. We get to enjoy a great meal and each other’s company.”

Tori felt her cheeks flush at the intimacy of the moment. “You’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m really glad I get to spend time with you.”

“Me too,” Jude replied, his voice low and sincere. He hesitated for a moment, then added, “About last night… I just wanted to say that I enjoyed the kiss. I didn’t expect it, but it felt right.”

Tori’s heart raced at his words. “I felt the same way,” she admitted, her cheeks heating up as she remembered the warmth of his lips against hers. “It surprised me, but it was nice.”

Jude's expression softened, and he leaned slightly closer, closing the distance between them. “I’d like to explore that more if you’re open to it.”

Tori’s breath caught in her throat. She had been thinking about it since they parted ways the previous evening. “I’d like that,” she said, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

Leaning into her lips, Jude’s eyes met with Tori’s as they slowly moved closer, their breaths mingling in the space between them. The anticipation hung thick in the air, electrifying and intoxicating. When their lips finally connected, it was gentle at first, a soft brush that ignited a fire within both of them.

Jude's hand travelled to the back of Tori's neck, pulling her in deeper as their kiss intensified. Tori instinctively leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her. The kiss spoke volumes, conveying unspoken desires and promises that lingered just beneath the surface.

As they pulled away, both breathless, Tori couldn’t help but smile at Jude, her heart fluttering like a butterfly in her chest. She could see the hunger in his eyes mirroring her own, and it made her pulse quicken.

“So…” Tori started, her voice playful, trying to lighten the mood. “Is this part of your plan to keep me entertained while Chef Ruben conjures up magic in the kitchen?”

Jude chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. “Maybe. But honestly, I just wanted a reason to kiss you again,” he admitted, his gaze piercing yet inviting.

“I think I can get on board with that plan,” Tori replied, her playful demeanour having returned, strengthened by the immediate chemistry they had.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching from the kitchen broke the moment. Chef Ruben emerged, wiping his hands on a towel. “Dinner is almost ready.” He peered at them with an amused smile, as if he knew exactly what moment he had interrupted.

Tori felt her cheeks flush as she and Jude quickly pulled apart, both of them trying to regain their composure. The playful atmosphere shifted slightly, but the warmth of the moment lingered in the air.

“Perfect timing, Chef,” Jude said, a hint of laughter in his voice as he leaned back against the couch, trying to appear casual as Ruben turned and left the room.

Victoria chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, turning to look at Jude as he stood to his feet holding out his hand for her guiding her into the dining room where Ruben had set two places at the table for them.

Pulling out Tori’s chair for her, Jude gestured for her to sit down before taking his seat. A knowing smile on his face as he awaited their dinner being served.

“Is this an everyday thing for you?” Tori asked as she took in the dining room before his eyes landed back on Jude. “Candle-lit dinners and gourmet meals.”

“No, most of the time my mum will cook for me or Ruben will just leave my dinner in the microwave for whenever I get around to eating it,” Jude explained.

He understood how glamorous his life may have appeared from the outside looking in, and despite all he had, he still maintained as humble a lifestyle as a man in his position would.

Time flew by as Tori and Jude sat in his dining room, the evening passing as giving way to the nighttime as they spoke about any and everything.

Ruben had left around two hours prior after cleaning up the mess he made while cooking, before leaving their dessert in the refrigerator for them.

It wasn't until Jude's phone rang in his pocket that Tori remembered her own, and when she pulled it out she was surprised to see it was nearing the hour of midnight.

“Wow, time flew by,” Tori said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “I didn’t realize it was so late!”

Jude chuckled, a hint of surprise in his voice as he checked his watch. “Yeah, it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re having fun. I guess we got a little carried away with our conversation.”

Tori smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her at the thought of their evening together. “I enjoyed it. You’re easy to talk to.”

“Same here,” Jude replied, leaning back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “I enjoy your company.”

Tori felt her heart flutter at his words. “Thank you, I've been told the very opposite before.”

Just then, Jude’s phone buzzed again, interrupting the moment. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. “It’s my manager. I should probably take this,” he said, standing up and moving a few steps away to answer the call.

Tori watched him, her heart racing slightly as she thought about how different their lives were. Jude was a rising star, and she was just a dancer trying to make a name for herself. She couldn’t help but wonder how or why their lives truly came to align.

As Jude spoke on the phone, Tori took a moment to gather her thoughts before standing to her feet so she could prepare to leave. The evening had been fun, but she didn't want to overstay her welcome.

Grabbing the plates they ate from, Tori brought them to the kitchen so she could place them into the sink before going in search of her belongings.

When Jude’s phone conversation came to an end, he returned to the kitchen, a slight frown still lingering on his face. “Sorry about that,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Business never sleeps, I guess.”

Tori smiled, trying to ease the tension. “No worries, I was just cleaning up a bit. I didn’t want to leave a mess behind.”

Jude chuckled softly, leaning against the counter. “You didn’t have to do that. But I appreciate it.”

“I just figured it was the least I could do after such an amazing dinner,” Tori replied, feeling a sense of warmth at the compliment. “Seriously, the food was incredible. I‘m lucky to have experienced that. But it's super late and I should probably get going.”

“You don't have to,” Jude said, his tone shifting slightly as he stepped closer to her. “I mean, if you want to stay a bit longer, I’d love you to.”

Tori felt her heart flutter at his invitation. The thought of leaving felt premature, especially after such a lovely evening. “I’d like that,” she said, her voice softening. “But I don’t want to impose on you, I've known you twenty-four hours and you've already dropped me home and given me dinner.”

“You’re not imposing at all,” Jude reassured her, his eyes warm and sincere. “I genuinely want you to stay. Plus, it’s late, and I’d feel better knowing you’re safe here.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth at his words, her heart swelling with affection. “Okay, I’ll stay a little longer,” she said, a smile breaking across her face.

“Great,” Jude replied, his expression brightening. “How about we watch a movie or something? I have a few good ones lined up.”

“Sounds good,” Tori agreed, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. She loved the idea of curling up on the couch with him, enjoying the warmth of his presence.

Jude led her back to the living room, where he grabbed the remote and settled onto the couch, gesturing for her to join him. Tori nestled in beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as they sank into the cushions.

As the opening credits rolled, Tori found herself stealing glances at Jude, who was focused on the screen. She couldn’t help but admire the way the soft light illuminated his features, the way his lips curved into a smile at the funny moments in the film.

Halfway through the movie, Tori felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She leaned her head against Jude’s shoulder, feeling safe and content. Jude glanced down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Very,” Tori replied, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She felt a sense of peace envelope her, the stresses of the day fading away as she relaxed against him.

As the movie continued, Tori felt Jude’s fingers gently brushing through her hair, a tender gesture that sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and in that moment, the air between them shifted.

Jude’s eyes darkened with desire, and Tori felt her heart race as he leaned in closer. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Tori breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.

Their lips met softly at first, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened as the kiss ignited a fire within them both. Tori melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Jude responded eagerly, his hands roaming down her back, pulling her against him as the kiss grew more passionate. Tori felt a rush of heat flood her body, her senses heightened as they lost themselves in each other.

Pulling Tori into her lap so she straddled him, Jude wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as their kiss deepened. Tori could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it sent a thrill through her. She couldn't recall the last time she felt so desired, so wanted, and it both exhilarated and terrified her.

As they kissed, Tori felt the world around them fade away. The flickering light from the television was just a backdrop to the intensity of the moment, and all that mattered was the connection they were sharing. Jude’s hands slid up her back, his fingers going beneath her top as he groaned into her mouth at the realization she wasn't wearing a bra.

Tori gasped softly at the sensation, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The warmth of his hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine, igniting a spark of desire that coursed through her. She felt emboldened, the initial nerves washing away as the kiss deepened and grew more passionate.

Jude pulled her closer, his hands exploring the contours of her back with a tenderness that made her heart race. Tori’s fingers tangled in his hair, and she felt a rush of exhilaration as they lost themselves in the moment, completely consumed by the chemistry crackling between them.

But as the kiss intensified, a small voice in the back of Tori’s mind reminded her of the speed at which things were moving. She reluctantly pulled back, breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she searched Jude’s eyes for reassurance.

“I should go,” she breathed, feeling a mixture of apprehension and desire, unsure of where the night would head if she remained in his presence.

“Stay,” Jude murmured, a frown on his browline as he looked into Tori’s eyes willing her to heed him. “Please,” he added softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

Leaning down Tori pressed her lips against his once more, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he stood to his feet with her in his arms.

He moved as of she was weightless as he moved from the living room and upstairs to the upper level of his house.

Pushing open his bedroom door without parting lips with Tori, Jude used his foot to close it behind himself, locking them away from the rest of their world.

All rationale had left Tori’s mind and she and Jude indulged in each other, giving in to impulse and desire as they stripped one another until they lay tangled between the sheets.

Jude feasted on her until she was a trembling mess in the middle of his bed. He used his mouth and tongue to render her speechless—he lost himself in the act, tasting and torturing her with his skilled mouth.

“Jude,” Victoria moaned into his ear, her legs wrapping around his waist as he sank into her inch by delicious inch, his hands splayed either side of her head as their eyes met.

“You're so fucking tight,” Jude groaned in awe of the way she felt around him, the heat and sensation almost overwhelming. Victoria's body responded to him, clenching and releasing like she was designed to fit him perfectly.

Her back arched as he filled her completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both. “Yes, just like that,” she encouraged her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

He took a moment to drink her in— the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, the flush of her cheeks, and the way her lips parted slightly as she struggled to find words between gasps. Every detail contributed to fueling a fire in him, compelling him to go deeper, to claim her in a way that left no doubt of his desire.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Pulling almost all the way out of Tori before easing back in, moving his hand from beside her head to pin her right leg to the bed, his grip firm on the back of her thigh.

The shift in position conjured a dull ache that felt sinfully good in tandem with the pleasure coursing through her body. His girth and length surpassing any expectation she may have had.

As he pulled almost entirely out before sinking back in, Victoria let out an unrefined moan, her grip on Jude's shoulders tightening as if she might fall off the bed otherwise. "Oh, fuck, yes...just like that," she whined into his ear, her hips bucking slightly to meet his thrusts, the ache growing with every inch that slid back into her.

Her fingers dug into his hair, not pulling but coaxing him closer, her lips finding his neck in search of contact. "You feel so good," she gasped, her teeth drawing along his skin. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

The pleasure was almost too much, her body trembling with the force of it, but she didn't want it to end, didn't want him to pull back just yet. Tori rolled her hips again, matching his rhythm with a desperate eagerness, urging him deeper, chasing that delicious friction that was fast turning into an inexorable need.

Jude snarled lustfully as he watched his length slip from her, her arousal coating his cock in a glistening sheen.

Turning Tori over onto her stomach in one swift motion, he reached for a pillow at the head of his bed forcing it beneath her to create a deep, perfect arch in her spine that made her hips raise.

Jude couldn't help himself, taking hold of his cock he used the tip to circle her slick entrance.

“Shit,” Victoria cried out, her whole body tingling with suspense as Jude's thick cockhead circled her entrance, teasing her. She wiggled her hips instinctively, trying to urge him inside.

Jude wasted no more time, pressing the head of his cock against her pussy, pushing just enough to feel that gentle resistance, before easing in ballsdeep.

Victoria let out a throaty moan as Jude thrust into her with a force that made the bed tremor beneath the weight of bodies. She arched her back, pushing her hips against him as he began to move, his pace relentless and demanding.

Each deep, powerful stroke of his cock hit a spot inside her that made her eyelids roll shut. Tori's mind emptied of all thought, reduced to only sensations—the feeling of Jude's thick length thrusting into her, the sound of their harsh breaths and slick skin colliding, the way his hands gripped her hips and held her in place.

She wrapped her arms around the pillow, using it to steady herself as Jude fucked her with an intensity that left her breathless and overwhelmed.

His thrusts picked up speed, becoming almost brutal in their execution, and Victoria met each one with an answering roll of her hips, lost to the pleasure that threatened to consume her.

When she felt Jude’s fingers come to grip the hair at the back of her head, all bets were off. Tori let out a cry of pleasure as her eyes rolled shut, the arch in her back deepening as her thighs began to tremble.

Panting heavily, Jude gripped the back of Tori's head, tilting it to the side as he continued his merciless exploration of her depths. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, the force of his thrusts hitting the spongy flesh of her cervix and sending shivers of pure bliss coursing through her. Her moans of ecstasy echoed through the room, fueling his own growing need.

As Jude's grip tightened, Tori's entire body went stiff, her cries becoming choked whimpers of pleasure. She'd never experienced anything like this before, Jude's size and strength pushing her to the very edge of what she could take.

“Cum for me, Tori,” Jude groaned, his pace slowing as he watched himself disappear inside of her, completely under her spell.

"Tori," he groaned into her ear, his voice guttural and primal. The sound of his arousal hung heavily in the air as he pounded into her, her body moving in rhythmic time with his.

Victoria's mind shattered as Jude continued to take her, his relentless thrusts driving her to the brink. She felt so full, so completely filled and claimed by him.

"Yes, yes, y-yes..." she chanted brokenly, her words dissolving into helpless cries of ecstasy.

Jude's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, gripping her as he laid into her, each stroke easing her closer to the edge. He could feel her walls spasming around him, her pleasure knotting tighter and tighter until it threatened to come undone.

She was going to come undone beneath him, and Jude was determined to be the one to send her over. He wanted to hold her in his arms as she committed herself to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Despite the silent cry that fell from her mouth, Jude felt it as she came on him. Her arousal dripped down the innards of her thighs as she gripped the pillow beneath the sated body.

Pulling out of Tori, Jude held his length in his hand as he eyed her sweaty body, between her legs flushed and slightly swollen. He watched as she turned over onto her back, a playful glint in her eyes. Victoria's lips curved into a sultry smile as she beckoned him closer with a gesture of her finger.

“Not yet,” Tori purred, her voice laced with mischief. She pushed herself up onto her knees, an inviting shine in her gaze as her tongue swiped across her lips. Jude's breath hitched in his throat, anticipation pooling in his stomach as he watched her.

With an intentional slowness to her movements, Tori leaned forward, her shiny raven hair cascading over her shoulders in a soft curtain that framed her face. She took her time, savouring the moment as she moved closer to his cock, barely an inch away. Her breath washed over him, warm and tantalizing, and she couldn't help but smirk at the way he tensed up.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She opened her mouth wide, taking him in slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip before she sank deeper, relishing the sensation of him filling her mouth.

“Fuck, Tori,” he groaned, his hands instinctively tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth perfect seal as she showcased her talent. Her lips and chin glistened with drool, slicking his shaft as she pulled back, only to thrust forward again, taking him as deep as she could manage.

Tori could feel him throbbing against her tongue, the heat of him igniting a fire inside her. She revelled in the taste of him, the way he filled her mouth, an offering of pleasure she was more than happy to accept. Each thrust of her mouth was accompanied by soft, breathy moans that vibrated against his length, driving him wild.

Jude's fingers gripped her hair tightly, guiding her rhythm as he watched the bliss dance across her face. “Just like that, Tori,” he encouraged, his voice thick and deep with arousal. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

She picked up the pace, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she took him deeper, pressing down to the base. The sound of her wetness filled the air, a stimulating melody that only stoked the flames of his desire. Victoria loved watching Jude lose himself in the moment, the way his brow furrowed in pleasure and his jaw slackened, his breath coming in quick, erratic gasps.

She could feel his tension riding, his breaths growing more shallow as she wrapped her lips tighter around him, sucking hard while pumping the rest of him with her small, dexterous hands. His hand found her cheek, urging her to take him even deeper.

“Breathe through it, Tori,” he murmured, his voice throaty. “Give me your fucking throat.”

Just as he was about to lose his grip on control, she pulled back, her mouth popping off with a soft, erotic sound. Tori looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and licked her lips in a slow, deliberate motion.

Without a word, she parted her lips and tilted her head back offering herself to him.

Jude's heart raced at the sight of her, so willingly surrendering to him, and he couldn't resist the urge to claim her once more. He moved closer, his length glistening as he approached her inviting mouth. The hunger in his gaze mirrored her desire, pooling in the air between them.

“God, Tori,” he growled, his voice low and rough. He took a step closer and positioned himself at her lips. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

With a firm yet gentle grip on her hair, he leaned forward, his cock pressing against her mouth. Without hesitating, she opened wider, welcoming him back inside. Feeling him slide into her mouth felt addictive, and she immediately went to work, sucking him in deep while her tongue expertly traced every ridge and vein.

“Fuck,” he breathed, the sensation exhilarating. “You drive me crazy.”

She made soft, sensual sounds, each one vibrating around him, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Jude began to rock his hips slowly, thrusting in rhythm with her perfect mouth, going deeper with each deliberate motion. The sight of her swallowing him, her eyes shining with intensity, only heightened his arousal.

“Just like that,” he groaned, losing himself in the rhythm of her mouth as she layered her movements with a tantalizing mix of speed and pressure.

Victoria let him take control, relishing in the way he filled her mouth, the heat and weight of him overwhelming her senses. She could feel him reaching the precipice, his every breath quickening, the muscles in his thighs tightening.

As the tension mounted, she could sense his rising need. Just when he thought he would lose it, she pulled back again, teasingly bringing her tongue over the sensitive tip before letting him slip from her lips entirely.

“Please, Jude,” she pleaded, her breath coming in bursts. “I want you to cum on my face.”

Jude's eyes darkened with desire, the raw urgency in her voice igniting something primal within him. “Come here,” he growled, his fingers curling into her hair, guiding her back down on him.

With a decisive thrust, Jude eased into her mouth once more, and Tori’s eyes widened in delight as he filled her instantly. She loved the way he took charge, how he lost himself in the pleasure. With each deep stroke, he seemed to pull her deeper into his world, a place where only he and she existed.

The heat of him was intoxicating, and her own desire soaring in response, each of his thrusts awakening a raw need inside her. She met him with soft, enthusiastic sounds, her moans sending vibrations through his hard cock, heightening the intoxicating pull between them. Jude looked down at her, his chest rising and falling with each heated breath, the way her face glistened with saliva driving him wild.

“Just like that, baby,” he growled, his control wavering. He moved faster now, a rhythm between domination and desire with every thrust. He watched as his cock disappeared past her luscious lips, the sight pure ecstasy. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

Victoria's desire erupted higher at his words. She pushed herself to take him even deeper, her throat working to accommodate him as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure of the moment. Each time he hit the back of her throat, she felt herself flutter with excitement, her body yearning for more.

Feeling a familiar tightness in his core, Jude knew he wouldn’t last long. Her compliance was like a drug, and the sight of her completely lost in the act—her eyes glazed over with pleasure—drove him wild. He groaned, his breaths rough and uneven, “I’m going to cum, Tori...”

“Please,” she urged with a sultry whisper around his pulsating length, her voice thick with desire. “I want it.”

That single command sent Jude spiralling over the edge. He gritted his teeth as he thrust one last time, burying himself deep within her warm mouth, his body quaking with release. “Tori!” he roared, surrendering to the pleasure that consumed him, his thick seed spilling as he held himself against the back of her throat.

Victoria welcomed the warmth, her eyes shimmering with delight as she felt the salty essence hit her tongue, a warm splash of gratification that sent shivers through her body. She let out a soft, hungry moan as she savoured every drop, the taste of him only intensifying her desire.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Jude panted, watching the way she licked her lips, ensuring she hadn’t wasted a single drop. The sight of her basking in his essence only fueled his need for her more, driving him wild.

Tori leaned back, her lips still glistening, an alluring invitation in her eyes. “I’m not,” she smiled shyly.

Taking her hand into his, Jude pulled her body against his once more, the warmth between them igniting again. "I think you are," he murmured, his voice a sultry growl that sent currents of anticipation racing through her.

He manoeuvred them both back onto the bed, their bodies colliding with a thud, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“When are you heading back to the States for the holidays?” Jude asked, his fingers softly tracing the skin of her back.

“I’m not,” Tori revealed, her heart dropping as she thought about her family back home, or rather the current chasm between her and them.

“What?!” Jude asked as if he'd just been told she wasn't human.

“I’m staying in Madrid, I’m contemplating a last-minute New Year's trip with a few of the girls I dance with,” Tori explained, ignoring the dull ache in her chest as she offered him a soft reassuring smile.

“What about you?” she asked intent on shifting the attention away from her.

“I have my last football match of the year and then I’m heading back home to England to be with my family.” Jude revealed feeling bad about his plans to enjoy some time off with his family.

However, an intriguing notion, though slightly unconventional, suddenly blossomed in his mind.

“After Christmas, I'm heading to Dubai with a few of my teammates for an awards ceremony, but I plan on celebrating New Year's there too,” Jude explained.

“If you’d like, I’d be happy for you to join me.” he continued, feeling rather nervous as he proposed the idea to her.

Victoria's heart raced at his offer, the thought of joining him igniting a spark of excitement within her. “Are you being serious?” she asked cautiously.

“Why wouldn't I be serious?” Jude asked with a pout.

“I know we are just getting to know one another and I’m already in your bed, but why?” Tori asked, her brow furrowing slightly. She wanted to be sure about his intentions but couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that coursed through her at the prospect of spending more time with him.

“Because,” he began, searching her gaze for the right words, “I want to continue to get to know you, whether it be in Dubai or Madrid.”

Tori had already let it slip that she was thinking about travelling for the new year, but the thought of going to Dubai with Jude was incredibly enticing. The atmosphere of a new city, especially one known for its opulence and vibrant nightlife, combined with the thrill of exploring more of their connection sent a rush of adrenaline through her.

“I’m intrigued,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But what's the catch? This feels… too good to be true.”

Jude smiled, a mixture of confidence and assurity in his demeanour. “No catch. If at any point you want to leave you can, I don't expect anything from you, but I would like for you to join me.”

Tori hadn’t known Jude for any stretch of time, but from their first encounter, she’d found herself drawn to him. “If I say yes, you have to promise me I won't end up regretting it,” she said, her eyes searching his for sincerity.

Jude leaned closer, brushing his lips softly against hers. “I promise to make it a trip you won’t forget,”

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