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The Hoodoo Apprentice

Summary: Amelia packed her things and took a train to Clarksdale Mississippi to reunite with an old friend, Annie. Annie promised she’d teach Amelia the art of Hoodoo. After a month, Smoke and Stack return with a plan to open a Juke Joint.

Warnings: SMUT

Part Three

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Desire to us

Was like a double death,

Swift dying

Of our mingled breath,

Evaporation

Of an unknown strange perfume

Between us quickly

In a naked

Room…

The illegal hooch coursing through Stack’s body faded away, bringing back his senses. He was able to smell the lingering fragrance of fried catfish, savory collards, and honey butter cornbread. His back felt stiff against the floorboards. His tongue was dry, dehydrated from drinking too much Irish Beer. The Mississippi heat engulfed him, even in the confines of the home his brother and Annie owned.

Stack shifted his body to a more comfortable position, turning onto his left side, facing the wall. He shut his eyes, trying to capture sleep once more, but the sound of a bed frame thumping against the floorboards kept his eyes open and alert.

“Smoke…Smoke!”

“Get this dick in you!”

He’d been in this position plenty of times.

THUMP! SQUEAK! THUMP! SQUEAK!

Sitting up, Stack stretched his arms above his head. He rubbed his eyes and blinked to focus against the darkness. As his vision grew, he sought out Princess.

Only to find her bed empty.

Stack lifted to his feet. He made his way over to the door, moonlight casting sensual shadows against the muscles of his back. His fingertips brushed against the wooden door and he tapped it slightly to open it up. He peaked out, wondering where Amelia had gone to. The bedroom door to Annie and Smoke’s room is completely shut with light seeping from beneath the door.

Stack entered the room again, slipped his feet into his shoes and snatched his button down shirt from a chair. He didn’t bother to enclose the shirt, walking out into the main area of the tiny home. He could distinctly make out the sound of the kerosene lamp going out. Stack made his way out back first. He checked the time on his gold watch, tapping the face of it.

3:20 am

An unknown insect grazed his cheek. Stack swatted the air before making his way down the steps and into the yard. The moon casted a white glow over the ground, giving him enough light to see where he was going. Stack strolled over to the outhouse to relieve himself. He did a quick piss before using a wash bucket and some soap.

Out in the yard again, Stack shoved his hand into his left pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette. He pat his back right pocket and found his old lighter. Stack lit his cigarette and continued on walking until he made it to the front of the home. Puffing on the cigarette, french inhaling the smoke, he furrowed his brows.

No sign of Princess. Interesting.

Stack was too curious. Too invested in wanting to know where she’d gone. His size nine feet led the way through the trees and along a dirt path that led to Annie’s apothecary. He’d taken this walk plenty, so it wasn’t hard for him to find his way. After ten minutes of walking and searching, Stack caught the sound of water splashing. His footsteps slowed down until he stopped at a willow tree.

The inky pond was so dark that it was hard to see where it ended. The night sky was full of stars, but it revealed nothing of the pond’s inky depths. The serenity of it was a welcome respite from the vast, flat alluvial plain filled with plantations and little freedom.

Back stroking above it, was Princess.

Amelia. She waded through the water before disappearing beneath it. Stack watched her from behind the willow tree, cigarette burning down and long forgotten. His once dry tongue became a slippery appendage that he couldn’t keep hidden, constantly licking his lips at the stunning visual before him.

Amelia popped back to the surface wiping her hand over her face. She didn’t know he was watching her. She sang, caught up in the rapture of the warmth of the pond and how it carried her body.

“Blackbird, blackbird singing the blues all day right outside my door…Blackbird, blackbird gotta be on your way…Where there's sunshine galore…”

The water trickled down her chestnut skin and if Stack could lick every single droplet off with his tongue he would. She brought her hands into her long, wavy hair that sat flat against her scalp and back from the weight of the water. Full, round, breasts with a tan line. Hourglass waistline with the cutest navel.

“Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight, Blackbird, bye, bye…”

Stack felt the wind knocked out of him. Breathless and lost for words. The vision before him stunned him. The usual chatty tomcat with a slick tongue rendered speechless. How was it possible to feel all the blood in his veins rush to the tip of his dick to his tallywags.

Princess splashed around in glee, a true ethereal vision. Like a fairy in her own world.

She swam closer towards the edge of the pond. Stack took a step back.

SNAP.

Amelia cast her eyes towards the tree. Stack had nowhere to run. She would see him.

“Who’s there?” Amelia says, looking around to see where the noise came from.

Stack cursed under his breath. He dropped his cigarette.

“…Stack, is that you?”

He hung his head. Fuck it.

Stack appeared from behind the tree. He pushed his hands into his pockets, locking his eyes with Amelia’s. She didn’t chastise him or even question his being there. Not put off in the slightest. The silence between them was unbearable. Stack had to say something.

“Uh…this what you do at three in the mornin’?”

Amelia tilted her head, studying him. Reading his body language.

“It’s what I’m used to. Did it all the time back home.”

Stack walked up to the edge of the pond. He stared down at her, hands still in his pockets. Amelia looked up at him, the tops of her breasts visible.

“Why you here, Stack?” Amelia asked with a soft spoken voice.

“Annie and Smoke woke me up. All that noise they was makin’,” Stack chuckled, “Then I seen ya’ bed empty.”

Stack crouched down. He picked at the grass and a few dandelions.

“Can’t remember the last time I been swimming,” Stack cut his eyes to Amelia with deep concentration, “water does look nice.”

“Feels great. Nice and warm…”

Amelia cupped some water in her hands.

“Why you ain’t get all jumpy when you saw me?”

Amelia shrugged, “‘Cause I ain’t.”

Stack squinted his eyes at her, “But you…you naked.”

Amelia giggles.

“Stack,” she shook her head, “I don’t care ‘bout that. Ain’t like ya’ knew.”

He chuckles, “Fair, Princess…you got a pretty voice.”

“Thank you.”

Amelia braced herself on the edge of the pond. Stack immediately jumped up to help her. He saw her towel and grabbed it before reaching out a hand to lift her out. She grasped his hand and pulled him in the water.

SPLASH!

“AHA!” Amelia laughed hysterically.

Stack broke the surface, wiping water from his face. His button down shirt was plastered to his skin and hanging from his shoulders. His hair for sure was fucked up, curling up into its usual coily fro. He glared at Amelia with a practiced scowl, but her continuous laughter made him cave. He couldn’t be upset with her.

“Ya’ sneaky, lil’ thang! Whatchu do that fa��?!”

“You said the water looks nice! Had to show ya’!”

Stack splashed water in Amelia’s direction. She tried swimming away, but Stack caught up with her. He circled his arms around her waist, trapping her. Beneath the water, Stack could feel her backside brush against his crotch. Dispite her skin being covered in pond water, the faint smell of sweet peaches lingered on her neck.

“Think you slick, huh?” Stack whispered in her ear.

“Slick enough to double cross a gangster…”

Stack loosened his grip around her waist. He backed away and Amelia paddled over to him. Water collected on his lashes, curling them. Brown skin glistening as liquid glossed his bottom lip. Amelia swayed forward, somehow guided by the water.

“Feels good, right?”

Stack stroked the water with his arms.

“Yeah, Princess.”

Amelia gave him a bashful smile.

Stack’s eyes fell to her lips.

“…I wanna kiss you.”

Amelia tucked her chin, “I’m sure you do, Stack.”

“Elias.”

Amelia blinked at him softly. She circled around, Stack following her. An evening wind picked up, blowing pussy willow into the pond. Some of it latched onto Amelia’s hair.

“I like Stack…rolls of the tongue real nice,” Amelia arched a brow, “No please?”

“C’mere…before I take it.” Stack said with a grin.

“You take often…”

Amelia glided over to him. Close. The flesh of her breasts feathered against his pecs. Stack sank his teeth into his bottom lip.

Amelia trekked her hands over his shoulders, “What about me makes you go crazy?”

Stack swept his eyes over her face. He wanted to touch her. Consume her.

“Can’t explain it,” He huffed, “You just…make a nigga weak. And I ain’t known you a day.”

“Crushin’ on me?” Amelia beamed, “Really?”

“Fuck you mean really. You gorgeous.”

Stack thumbed Amelia’s chin.

“You just want me to say it. Look at you, eating it up. Like a Princess.” Stack said.

“What can I say, I love praises.” Amelia bat her lashes.

She tired to swim away again but Stack gripped her elbow.

“Where you goin’?”

Both arms in his grip, he leaned in, face fo face with her, noses touching. Amelia stared into his eyes deeply. Her breasts fully flattened against his chest.

“Let me go, Stack…”

Amelia wiggled. Stack chuckled sinisterly.

Her breath hitched.

His pillow soft lips pecked her cheek. Amelia exhaled.

“See,” Stack locked his gaze on her, searing hot, “I got my kiss.”

He released her arms. Amelia tracked his movements in the water. Stack backstroked towards the edge of the pond. Fireflies began to commune, circling above them with their bioluminescence. Amelia swam over to him. Stack felt her presence, facing her. He flashed her a charming smirk with a single dimple.

Amelia draped her arms over his shoulders and then her legs around his waist. Stack’s thick fingers rubbed along Amelia’s waistline, outlining the flare of her hips and the dip in her spine. He was acutely aware that her vulva, pouty and rounded, was situated against his clothed dick. That made his dick jump. She was a true ethereal vision and the reverence in his eyes must've stalled any thoughts she may have had of him being a creep watching her.

“You were in the war,” Amelia stroked the circular dog tag hanging from Stack’s neck.

“Me and Smoke.”

“Must of been awful…”

Stack gave Amelia a one shoulder shrug, “I had my brother with me. All that other shit don’t matter. The war did teach us how to fight. How to fire a gun. But it reminded us that we still the same even to them foreigners…”

Stack flashed Amelia a charming smile, “this water gettin’ cold.”

“We can get out.”

Amelia tried to separate herself from Stack but he wasn’t ready to let her go so easily.

“Come back to my place tonight.”

Amelia arched a single brow, “You askin’ or telling me?”

“Princess,” Stack replied with a laugh, “C’mon, baby…let Smoke and Annie be. Unless you wanna hear them fucking all damn day and night.”

Amelia splashed water on Stack. He chuckled at her attempts at annoyance.

“So you can fuck me?” Amelia flashed Stack a knowing smile, “I ain’t one to be tricked.”

Stack let Amelia go. She swam to the edge and lifted her body from the water. The shine of the moon highlighted the beauty of her sinewy body. He stood still in the pond, watching the water flow down her body. Amelia rung out her hair while staring down at Stack in the pond. Everything on her body was a mouthful. That shape almost made him bark like an alpha.

“You comin’ out or what?”

Stack glided over to the edge and pushed himself up. Immediately he felt weighed down from his clothes being soaked. Amelia wrapped her towel around her body, hiding away all that mouth watering goodness. He’d never seen a pussy with hair like hers. A patch of swirls perfectly groomed above a puffy slit.

Amelia tossed him the towel.

Stack removed his shirt and pants. Amelia got dressed while watching the way Stack’s dick looked outlined by his white boxer shorts. He was good and solid. Annie’s words from earlier echoed in her mind. It’s been a while for her. And after catching a glimpse of what the SmokeStack Twins carried…

Definitely heavy artillery.

Nathaniel gave Amelia what she assumed was good dick. Most of their tryst were sneaky link ups, quick and easy. And boy, was Nathaniel a quick pumper. Couldn’t last long enough to make Amelia cum. Annie’s lips and fingers did more than Nathaniel’s pecker. Something about Smoke and Stack carried much more. She needed to experience it. Jezebel be damned. It was in the way Smoke held his pipe after lighting it. The way he tracked Amelia like a predator to his prey. Stack’s suave demeanor and toothpick–laden mouth. Attentive eyes and knowing hands.

“Race me to the house. If you win, I’ll come home wit’ you.”

“Now hold on—”

Amelia took off running. Stack cursed something fierce. He snatched up his shoes, socks, and shirt before sprinting after Amelia. She could hear his heavy footsteps darting toward her. She whisked away as fast as she could, between trees and blades of grass. The house came into view, and Amelia turned to look behind her.

Stack was on her heels. He picked up speed, Amelia screeching like a banshee. His arms captured her waist and Stack tossed her over his shoulder. Amelia saw the world upside down, eyes blurry from being spun around.

“You put me down, Stack!”

Stack lifted her in the air by her waist.

Just like in those romance novels Amelia read.

Amelia clung to his shoulders, staring down at Stack beyond her frizzy curls. His strong hands brought her down and she circled his waist with her thighs.

He excited her. Made her skin prickly with lust.

“Gimme some tongue before I change my mind.” Amelia ordered with a sigh.

Stack thrust his slick tongue into her mouth. His lips were moist and soft. Tongue warm and skillful. Amelia sucked on his lips and mixed her saliva with his. Stack’s thick fingers tangled in her curls. He groaned into her mouth and thrust his hips. Sloppy lips covered in spit. It was a heated kiss that left Amelia dizzy. Their teeth clashed and Stack hissed.

He broke away from her, “I win,” Stack exhaled, “You coming with me.”

Amelia simply nodded her head.

He wasn’t asking. He was telling.

Amelia hung her head against the car door. Stack stopped in front of a cozy home with a wrap–around porch and a tree swing. Tucked behind the home was a shed, and Amelia could make out grave stones. Stack killed the ignition and hopped out the car all improper because he did what he wanted. Like the world was his playground. He jogged over to Amelia’s side of the car and opened the door for her. He was halfway tempted to lift her out of her seat, but Amelia declined with all giggly.

Stack grasped her dainty hand in his calloused one and they urged forward. Amelia darted her eyes around the property, trying to make out the head stones and what they’d read. Stack tugged on her arm gently and she climbed the stairs to the front entrance. Stack unlocked the door and held it open for Amelia to enter first.

This rural home was more spacious than Annie’s. Amelia took it as the Twins needed a place to do business with more leg room. Amelia could tell that the home had been renovated and properly cleaned. Stack most likely hired someone to take care of the place while they were gone. Amelia slipped off her leather, ballerina flats, walking barefoot along the carpet that felt so soft and lush beneath her feet.

“Persian,” Stack emptied his pockets onto a heavy duty wooden table covered in playing cards, a pocket watch, coins, and a half drunken glass of whiskey, “Snagged it from my apartment back in Chicago.”

“It’s nice.”

Amelia sauntered over to a piano. She absentmindedly pressed keys, the different notes titillating her ears. She could feel Stack’s heat against her back. Amelia looked up and over her shoulder at him. Stack went in for another kiss and then he wrapped an arm around her curvy waist.

“Whose piano?”

“…My Pops.”

“You play?”

Stack scuffed, “Hell nah. When he was breathing, he ain’t like me and Smoke touching it. Used to get so fucking angry ‘bout it.”

“So, why you keep it?”

“Adds personality to this place. Might get Delta Slim to come on over and play a tune for us sometime,” Stack jokes.

“Delta Slim?” Amelia gave Stack a quizzical look.

“Harmonica man. Unc.”

“Okay,” Amelia slipped away from Stack, “Where you sleep?”

Stack removed his toothpick from his mouth and pointed behind Amelia. She whirled around to face a short hall that led to a room with the door left ajar. Amelia made her way down the hallway, Stack behind her. She pushed open the door, standing at the entryway.

“So…this you?”

“Is. You like it?”

“Pretty snazzy. Definitely all you.” Amelia replied.

Amelia took a seat on Stack’s bed and rubbed her hands against the soft quilt. Stack watched her closely, twirling the toothpick in his mouth. Amelia leaned back against her hands.

“I need to freshen up before we…you know…”

Amelia flashed Stack a timid glance.

“Got just the thang for ya’ princess.”

Stack reached for her hand. Amelia interlocked her fingers with his. Stack led the way out into the yard. It was nothing but overgrown grass. Amelia noticed that Stack was leading her towards two rectangular wooden structures. One of them had a crescent moon carved into it. The other a star.

“This here is the outhouse,” Stack pointed to the one with the moon, “right here’s the shower.”

Stack opened the door to the shower room. Amelia peeked inside. She was impressed.

“Water ain’t hot though. But it gets the job done.”

“Perfect…”

Amelia thumbed the thin straps of her lavender chemise over her shoulders before shimmying her hips to get the rest of the slip off. Once again, she stood deliciously nude before Stack. Amelia swept some of her hair behind her ear before stepping forward and entering the shower room.

Stack followed the sway of her backside, each cheek moving like jello. Amelia pulled a chain and the cold water hit her breasts, causing her to jump back.

“Told you, Princess.”

Stack shrugged his shirt off. Then his pants. Then his white boxer shorts that weren’t so white no more. His shoes came last, and then he stepped into the shower room behind Amelia. Stack reached around to open a little makeshift compartment that held linen rags and some Palmolive.

Amelia shivered like she’d been thrust into Antarctic waters. Her erect nipples sat rigid and uncomfortably hard while goosebumps decorated her chestnut skin. Her tangled curls were damp against her scalp again. Stack traded places with her to rinse off. He was used to the ice cold water. Amelia lathered her rag and began scrubbing away the algae and musk of being outside and swimming in the pond.

She allowed her curious eyes to sweep over Stack. Everything was identical to Smoke except for a long, jagged scar situated along the lateral side of his body. Amelia pressed her fingertips against it. Stack watched her. She was brought back to the present when Stack’s growing member tapped her hip.

“War scars. They run deeper. More so in Smoke than me.”

Amelia finished cleansing herself and offered to wash Stack’s back. He turned, placing his hands against the wall of the shower room. Amelia washed his broad back in a circular motion. She finished and rung out the rag before placing it neatly next to hers. Stack quickly rinsed his back off before turning off the water. There was a tub behind the shower room that provided water. It was nearly empty.

They left the shower room and Stack carried Amelia through the yard, bodies still soaking wet but warming up from the Mississippi heat. The air smelled like rain and the early morning clouds were a stormy gray. Stack put Amelia down and grabbed a towel from a folded laundry basket. She did a quick dry before tossing it to Stack.

The reality of what was about to happen settled into her bones. Her shoulders pulled back and her spine became stiff. Her stomach did somersaults. Her vulva twitched with anticipation. Stack tossed the towel and stared down at Amelia. She swallowed spit. He simply smirked at her.

“Nervous?”

Amelia poked Stack, “Why? you askin’? That make you happy?”

“It does. I’m ‘bout to show you why they call me Big Daddy.”

Stack hoisted Amelia up and forced her legs around his waist. The mingled heat of their sex caused her to burry her face against his neck. Stack peppered soft, reassuring kisses along her exposed skin.

They were back in his room, and Amelia felt the patchwork of the quilt against her back. Stack kneeled between her legs. He cupped both full breasts in his hands and mushed them together. His thumbs stroked her nipples.

“You got a body on you, baby. I just wanna eat you up.”

Stack feasted on her nipples. Amelia squirmed.

“I bet that pussy nice and wet right now,” Stack whispered.

Amelia didn’t have to guess that Stack was nice and solid because she felt that nine–inch pole poking her. Tension settled over her body once more. Stack could sense it.

“You ain’t no virgin is you?” Stack questioned with an elevated brow.

“No.” Amelia replied with a sigh.

“Aight then. So you know what typa’ time I’m on, Princess. Ain’t no patience ‘round here I’m tryna break you down.”

Amelia shivered.

“Open up,” He placed his hands on her knees, “Time to taste that sweet puss…”

How would Stack’s tongue compare to Annie’s?

Amelia spread her thighs and Stack settled onto his stomach. She opened up like a blooming flower, pretty pussy glistening before his eyes. Stack licked his greedy lips before diving in to devour her.

Amelia reached both of her hands up to grip the pillow beneath her head. She stared up at the ceiling, unable to bring herself to watch him eat her. She was missing out on an erotic visual experience.

Stack’s slick tongue did wondrous things to her pussy.

His lips, so full and succulent, glided across her slippery folds in a rhythm that had her moaning.

Not too hard. Not too fast.

She felt herself leaking.

Her hips began gyrating.

“Mhm,” Stack hummed with an egotistical expression.

Amelia dropped a hand to his coily bush and gripped the thick strands as best as she could. The part in his hair was somewhat visible. Amelia’s inner thighs began to quake and Stack wasn’t having that. He spread her wider.

“Fuck, Stack…”

He tongued her pussy so good Amelia felt tears brim her eyes. The closer she got to cumming, Stack rubbed his nose along her button. She looked down and directly into his eyes. If she’s the princess, then Stack is her servant.

“I’m on that spot, pretty baby?”

Amelia replied with a meek “Yes.”

Amelia tightened the hold she had on his thick hair and started feeding Stack pussy. He had her pussy talking, making gushy sounds of music. He was intoxicated from the taste and feel of her pussy on his tongue. Stack’s eyes were hazy slits and his mustache shined from her sticky juices.

“You ain’t too far, give me that shit…”

Amelia let go of his hair and sat up on her elbows.

“This my pussy, Princess?” He spoke between licks, “This my pussy.” He declared with a possessive smile.

Amelia replied with a drawn out moan.

Stack wiggled his tongue deep into her, the sensation tickling her navel with overwhelming intensity. She shoved at his forehead, but that neck was too strong.

“STACK! StackStackStackStack—I’m cumming for you!”

Amelia twisted her hips, but Stack’s grip on her thighs kept her right where he wanted her. Her continuous cries of ecstasy urged him to keep going.

“S'il vous plaît!!”

Stack eased off her button, drawing his lips back slowly to kiss along her inner thighs. His lips trailed cum and spit along her skin. Amelia felt herself clench around nothing, walls anxious for big dick. She was more than ready with her wetness. Stack sank his teeth into her skin and sucked. His thick fingers rubbed on her button.

“Ouch!” Amelia replied with a giggle.

“You’re such a good girl, Princess.”

Stack lifted up and when Amelia got a look at his dick she almost choked on her own spit.

Nathaniel who?

She’d NEVER seen dick that big. Stack kissed her as a distraction. While Amelia slipped him some tongue, Stack’s arms circled her thighs and with his skills, he lined himself up with Amelia’s pussy, impatient hips ready to shove all that big dick deep enough. He wanted to feel all that candy–coated sticky on him. From tip to balls.

Amelia slipped away from Stack’s mouth when he began folding her legs back hard enough to lock her in place. She didn’t have time to catch her breath when he thrust in. Amelia squealed so loud from the intrusive nature.

“Ooo? You nice and tight!”

The girth of him tugged on her clit. Stretched her wide enough to invoke panic. Annie warned her. Amelia wasn’t prepared.

“Stop tryna push me out.”

Amelia clawed his biceps.

“Shit! I got myself a gripper.” He chuckled.

Stack sucked on Amelia’s neck.

“Stack, you so big…”

He pulled out to the tip. The fullness she’d felt disappeared. For a moment, she was able to breathe easily.

Stack stared down at her, “This your first big dick?”

The teasing lilt of his voice pricked her.

“It is. Look at the mess you made.”

Amelia glanced down between her legs. She painted Stack’s dick creamy.

“Bet you ain’t know you could do all that, huh?”

Stack’s fingers played in her cum–covered pubic hair. He gave her a second to catch her breath. He stroked between her folds before his tip sat at her entrance. Amelia shut her eyes. Stack slowly invaded her again.

When he started thrusting faster, Amelia almost screamed. Stack interlocked his fingers between her toes and plowed her into the mattress. The more he fed her wet pussy some dick, the more Amelia cried for more.

“DADDY!”

“That’s right, you used to this dick now, I see that little pussy!”

Stack was hitting that bottom. As soon as he did that, Amelia sprung a leak. She didn’t have a chance to register what happened because seconds later she was cumming so hard on his dick she lost the ability to speak.

Stack’s eyes shined with lust at the sight of her cumming on his dick.

He slipped out and Amelia opened her eyes, blinking to focus.

“You got some good pussy, Princess.”

“So I’ve been told,” Amelia replied with a smile.

“Taste you on this dick,” Stack pointed his dick towards her mouth.

Amelia licked her mess from his dick before sucking as much as she could.

Stack had her pussy wide open. So open.

“I want you on top.”

Amelia sought his gaze with her tongue in his slit. He chuckled at the look of excitement in her eyes.

“C’mon, Princess. Sit on your throne.”

Stack settled onto his back and kept his dick pointed to the ceiling. Amelia threw her leg over him and bent forward.

“Hold your cheeks open…there ya’ go, baby…”

Amelia gasped when Stack pushed into her from a different angle. When she was fully seated on his dick, Stack popped her on the ass to get moving. Her doe eyes connected with his while she rode the tip.

“That shit feelin’ good…squeezing on my tip like that…you nasty bitch…”

Amelia rocked back and forth until she could easily ride his length. Her thick hips jiggled from the momentum. Stack was meeting her with his own thrusts. Hands on her waist, he dug his heels into the bed.

“You gon’ make me cum! Woo, shit,” Stack popped Amelia on her rump, “Gahdamn!”

Amelia bounced, titties jumping, pussy gripping, hair wild.

“STACK!”

Stack plowed up into her. The bed rocked. He growled into her ear. Amelia cried out.

“That’s it, Princess! Fuck, I’m a cum!”

Amelia shot up off his dick and wrapped her lips around him. Stack palmed the back of her head and forced as much of his big dick down her throat as he could. Amelia gagged and coughed, his warm cum painting the back of her throat.

“Drank all that shit down!” Stack commands.

Amelia struggled. She pushed off of him, cum oozing down her chin.

“You cum a lot,” Amelia wiped her mouth off with her fingers, “my throat hurt.”

“That pussy hurt too, don’t it?”

Amelia swatted Stack’s arm. She was indeed sore, but beyond that, she craved more of him. She needed more.

“I wanna go again,” Amelia cuddled against Stack’s side, drawing circles along his chest.

“In a minute, baby. I’m tired.”

Amelia peeked at Stack. He had his eyes closed while stroking her soft back. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Amelia closed her eyes and drifted off into her own slumber.

Roosters crowed. The birds chirped. Bleats of sheep in the distance. Church bells rang.

Annie awoke.

Smoke’s obnoxious snoring pierced her ears. Annie lifted his heavy arm from around her waist as she climbed out of bed. Underworked muscles ached as she stretched her arms and legs. She slithered her feet into a pair of slippers and grabbed a robe from her wardrobe, securing it around her waist as best as she could. It fit her snuggly, large, pendulous breasts fighting to break through. Annie had lost her scarf in the middle of sleep, frizzy coils smashed to her head.

She made her way out into the main area of the home and sauntered over to the open flame. Grabbing a tea kettle, she filled it with water before placing it on a hook. Annie made a fire. The flame grew before her eyes. She entered the yard when she’d heard a sound.

The night men were late. They waved to Annie after collecting the waste receptacle from her outhouse, replacing it with a clean one. She took that opportunity to use the bathroom. After reliving herself, Annie prepared fresh bath water in the large iron tub on her back porch. It took her a minute to fill from a well in her yard, but at least she didn’t have to worry about it until the following day.

Still, Smoke slept. Probably the most sleep he’d had in a long time.

Annie took a quick bath standing up before drying off. She put her robe back on and covered her hair with a head wrap. She decided to prepare some ham and eggs for breakfast. There was still some left over corn bread as well. The tea kettle steamed, and Annie pulled coffee from her cupboard for Smoke. Cast iron skillets greased and ready to go, Annie went to wake Amelia.

She knocked on her door.

“Lia?” Annie called out beyond the door.

She tried knocking again.

Annie turned the doorknob.

Empty. Unkept bed. Forlorn blankets on the floor.

Annie pursed her lips. It didn’t take much to put two–and–two together.

Amelia and Elias were having their own fun.

She hoped Amelia would return for her lesson. But then again, Stack was probably fucking her so good she didn’t give a damn about her final learnings on Red Magick.

Annie shut the door behind her and went to prepare breakfast. As she pan seared the ham and fried the eggs, her mind continued to wander. The immediate desire between Stack and Amelia at dinner made her slightly jealous. She knew the effect Stack had on women. Hell, Annie was almost swept up into it.

Oven mitt in hand, she grabbed the cast iron from the flame.

Would she still want Annie’s pussy against her own?

Annie had wanted to try that with Amelia next. Rubbing pussies together.

The thought of her returning with Stack’s dick print molded into her lush walls stroked the green evil riding her shoulder. Annie NEVER felt like this for a woman. But she felt it. She couldn’t ward off the temptation. Annie pat sweat from her forehead before setting the table. Smoke’s tulips sat in a vase in the center of the table. Annie stroked the petals with a smile.

Her Smoke.

Annie made her way into their room. The sun shined through the window, igniting the body of her husband, still fast asleep. She looked down on him from the foot of the bed. Beyond the thin sheets, Annie could see Smoke’s morning wood. Annie slowly pulled the sheets away, revealing a mouthful.

She knelt one leg between his, and used her mouth to grab hold of him, sucking him down with a hollow of her cheeks. Smoke’s face frowned, eyelids fluttering open. He could hardly open his eyes, but his hand cradled the back of Annie’s head.

Slurping noises filled the room. The bed creaked.

“Annie, shit…”

His sleepy voice was so pleasant.

Smoke flexed his muscles when Annie swallowed him whole.

“Ahhh–huh–hhh…”

Annie fisted his big dick while sucking. Smoke poked out his bottom lip.

“I’m sensitive, baby—”

Annie knew this. But she kept on going. Smoke’s tight nuts sat against her chin the more she deep–throated.

“Fuck, Annie…”

Smoke’s hips stuttered out of control. Annie hummed, creating a sensation that had Smoke groaning.

She emptied his balls.

“Got me cumming already, huh?” Smoke said with a raspy voice.

Smoke gripped Annie by the neck. She stuck her tongue out and he sucked on it. She stroked him with both hands while they tongue kissed.

“You getting this dick, you know that?” He whispered against her lips.

Hand still around her neck, Smoke got between Annie’s legs. He snatched her robe tie off, both hefty breasts free and sitting fat. Smoke grunted, hiking her legs up in a frenzy.

“You want in this pussy so bad, look at you…”

Smoke locked eyes with her. He thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt in Annie. Her breath escalated and her eyes fluttered at the feeling of Smoke’s dick.

“So good, so, so, good.” Annie said between moans.

Smoke had his lip between his teeth and his hands all over her big titties, stomach, hips, thighs. Anywhere he could grab onto.

“Don’t make no gahdamn sense…”

Annie let her man dominate her pussy. Her elekes wrapped around her titties from how fierce Smoke worked her pussy.

“I missed my baby…I missed you Annie…”

All while making love to her so good Annie could only moan. Her sweet cries of pleasure.

“Elijah!” Annie squeaked.

He had a hold of her big tail with his strong hands.

“Don’t hold back, baby, cum on Big Smoke’s dick.”

His shit talking had her speaking Creole.

Annie coated his shaft with her cum.

“Ooof—SHIT!!!!”

Smoke erupted. He made sure to stay buried. Painting her walls.

“Baby, shit,” Smoke heaved, “Shit so good…”

Annie kissed Smoke’s fluffy lips before pushing him away.

“Got breakfast on the table.”

Smoke snatched up his boxer shorts. He slipped into them and went on the hunt for his smoke pipe. He found it, inspecting it before sucking his teeth.

“Shit need to be cleaned out.” He fussed.

“Stack left you pre–rolled cigarettes.”

Annie shoved on her robed and wrapped it around her voluptuous body before exiting the room. She walked on unsteady feet to the table. Smoke appeared with his dick poking the front of his boxer shorts. He left to brush his teeth while Annie went out to sweep the front porch. She grabbed one of her brooms and swept away, removing dirt, leaves, and any other debris.

She checked on her rue, rosemary, and St. John’s Wart before walking back inside to join her husband for breakfast. Smoke puffed on a cigarette, taking sips of his black coffee. His plate was cleaned off, nothing but crumbs and smeared egg yoke left behind.

“You goin’ down to the store today?”

“Yes. I have some bundles to prepare. If Amelia comes back, we gotta finish up a lesson.”

Smoke looked like a fire breathing dragon with the way the cigarette smoke billowed from his nose.

“She gone?”

Annie gave Smoke a look.

“…She left with Stack?”

“Mhm.”

Smoke scuffed, “That nigga couldn’t help himself.”

“Can you blame him?” Annie said.

Smoke ashes out his cigarette.

“She must got a pussy made of pure gold the way ya’ll acting.” Smoke argued.

“Thought you wasn’t gonna be all upset?”

“I ain’t upset. Just curious. Remember how you told me stories ‘bout sex demons?”

“Smoke, she ain’t no succubus.” Annie argued.

“She a floozy.”

“And? What’s wrong wit’ that?” Annie fired back.

“Getting all bent outta shape, I’m just teasing.”

Annie rolled her eyes, “Elijah, I ain’t for your games. I gotta get ready. You gon’ be here or no?”

“Not for long. Once Stack pull his tongue outta Amelia ass we got business in town.”

Annie cleared the table. Smoke got up, rushing over to Annie.

“I’ll handle this. Go on.”

He kissed Annie’s neck and slapped her on the behind.

Annie sauntered into the room while Smoke cleaned. Lit cigarette between his lips, his thoughts drifted to Amelia.

First his wife, now his little brother.

He felt an emptiness. Something he tried to shake.

That Louisiana Bayou swept little Miss Amelia to the Delta bringing hot pussy and babydoll eyes with her.

Last night, while Smoke was wedged between Annie’s legs and balls deep, he looked up and caught Amelia watching him. She locked eyes with him through the mirror, and Smoke smirked at her. She slipped away into the darkness, and since then, Smoke couldn’t get the visual of her face frowned and hand between her legs out of his gahdamn head.

He wanted to pull on all that hair. Treat her how she deserved for coming in and making a mess of things. She wanted dick and pussy? He was gonna give it to her. But on his watch. Teach her hottie–tottie ass a real lesson.

Hoodoo Apprentice turned Sex Apprentice.

Smoke’s feet carried him out into the yard where he allowed the dishes to dry. Annie appeared wearing a teal–blue dress that flared at the hips and hung from her shoulders. She wore a white headscarf and tiny gold hoops in her ears. Around her neck was a gold necklace Smoke gifted her.

“You look beautiful, baby.”

Smoke kissed her forehead.

“Thank you,” Annie ran a hand over his mojo bag, “I love you, Smoke.”

“I love you too.”

They fell into a kiss. Smoke pressed his body against Annie’s, reminding her once again that his body never forgot her. Hard dick tickled her and his tongue mingled with hers. She broke the kiss with a shaky breath.

“I gotta go…”

Smoke bent forward and snaked a hand up the front of Annie’s dress, stroking her pussy lips. Bare pussy lips.

“This for me? I’ll come down there and bend you over…”

Annie knew the routine. No panties. When Smoke wanted it, no restrictions.

“Glad you know who you belong to…”

Smoke whacked her on the rump.

“Get on down to the store.”

Annie pulled away reluctantly. Smoke puckered his lips and blew her a kiss.

That made Annie blush.

He watched her walk down the dirt trail to the Shack until she dissipated.

Smoke returned inside the home and turned his gaze towards Amelia’s room.

He walked forward and opened the door.

Sweet peaches. Hibiscus.

It smelled so much like her. He took slow strides toward her vanity. The mirror there was shattered at the edges. Smoke puffed on his cigarette while using his other hand to open her jewelry box.

It was a music box. Soft lullabies filtered out. He lifted a pearl necklace with his finger, stroking it. Shutting the box, Smoke picked up a perfume bottle, sniffing it.

That’s where that sugary smell came from. He took another whiff before placing it back where he’d found it.

He glanced around her room before his nosy gaze fell upon her half open wardrobe. Smoke gripped the edge of his cigarette between his lips and opened the wardrobe with both hands.

Satin. Breathable cotton. Lace.

Pastels. Florals. White.

Nothing that stood out to him…except…

A pair of ivory cotton bloomers fell from its hiding place. Smoke took a step back and crouched down to pick them up. He removed the cigarette from between his lips, the smoke clouding his vision.

He gathered the panties in his hand and brought them to his nose to smell.

Tangy. Slightly sweet. Earthy.

His dick chubbed up immediately. Smoke felt a heat creeping up his spine. He tossed her panties back in the wardrobe and closed the doors slightly. As he moved over to a pile of books situated on top of a travel bag, the fragrance of her pussy lingered in his mustache.

Smoke sifted through an array of books until he came upon what looked like a journal.

Brown leather. Yellowing pages. Her name embroidered in gold.

Amelia Selene Broussard.

Smoke flipped the pages until he landed on the last entry.

Dear Diary,

This is a quick entry. He’s returned. Annie’s husband.

Smoke.

Chaos. Mystery.

As I move about, I can’t help but to wonder while also fear him.

Annie loves him. I can see it in her eyes. I can hear it in her voice.

I watched them make love in the shack today.

It was beautiful. And for a second, I got to see Smoke’s vulnerability.

I sense he doesn’t like me very much. Maybe he can smell his wife’s essence on my body.

This will be an interesting circumstance…

The sound of a car approaching caused Smoke to abruptly shut her Diary, placing it back where he’d gone snooping. Smoke left her room and walked towards the window in the drawing room.

Stack opened Amelia’s door for her. She clasped his hand and stepped out. Amelia tried walking away, but Stack pulled her back against him, trapping her.

They spoke closely, and then Smoke watched his little brother tongue Amelia down.

Amelia shoved Stack before sprinting to the steps. Stack caught up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist before climbing the steps.

Smoke opened the door before they could.

Two pairs of eyes met his.

It was after three in the afternoon.

Amelia was sleeping soundly.

That was, until she’d heard angry whispers.

Stack’s side of the bed is vacant. Amelia threw the quilt back from her naked body. She searched for her lavender chemise, unable to find it.

So she grabbed Stack’s white button down shirt.

Amelia did a lazy button job before she tip toed to the bedroom door. Opening it slow and steady, she could see Stack’s back at the entrance to the house. He waved his hands animatedly, clearly fussing with someone. Amelia entered the hall to make out the other voice.

She caught onto a feminine voice.

“Seven years, Stack! Do you understand how that made me feel? I waited for you! No letter! Nothing!”

“We found you a rich, white husband in Arkansas! You got what you wanted! Stop blaming me for what happened! We was never gon’ be together, Mary.”

Mary laughed bitterly, “Oh, Stack. You and Smoke forced me to Mary that man—”

“You grown enough to make ya’ own decisions! Hell, ya’ could’ve said no!”

“The both of ya’ll gave me no choice! You wanted to keep me safe, right? Do you know how hard it’s been to lay next to a man I don’t love? To fuck a man I don’t love?”

“But you spending his money. Eating that good steak. Driving his car! A car he bought ya’ ! So who’s unhappy?”

“My momma died, and all you can do is treat me like I ain’t mean nothing to you? What about all the times we shared? You forget that? Spending days in this house!”

Amelia scuffed.

“Listen to me, Mary. I’m a always love you. But—But this —this thing we used to have is long gone. You somebody else’s. It ain’t safe for you to be in the Delta. I’m sorry ‘bout your momma. She was a good woman. But…Mary, whatchu want me to say?”

Silence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then came the sniffles.

Amelia rolled her eyes with disdain.

Stack wasn’t even her man, and yet this entire situation irritated her. Clearly, he still had feelings for the woman.

A white woman at that. Amelia folded her arms and waited for Stack’s reaction to the rehearsal of tears.

“Mary…hey…c’mon now. Listen, I’m sorry. Sorry I hurt ya’…”

Amelia inched closer. She needed to see how this woman looked. She crept to the window, peeling back the curtain.

Peachy skin. Button nose. Rosebud lips. Shoulder length, bouncy brunette hair. Trim body with subtle curves. Dark brown eyes.

Mary wore a striped deep v-neck patchwork dress in black and white with a matching black cloche hat decorated with a white flower. White satin opera gloves with a lace trimming covered her hands. A tiny black purse in her right hand. Sheer pantyhose and black and white Olina pumps on her feet.

She rubbed tears from her cheeks. Amelia was staring a bit too long. Mary turned towards her direction, and her eyes caught Amelia staring.

Her face immediately went from agonized to outraged.

A pretty octoroon.

“Who was that!?”

Mary tried to push past Stack at the door. Amelia remained against the wall.

“Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout?”

“I saw someone at the window. A woman.”

“Mary, ain’t nobody here!”

“Don’t lie to me, Stack! Move,” Mary shoved Stack, “Let me in!”

Mary whacked Stack with her purse and pushed her way inside. Amelia stood frozen.

Mary faced her with vengeance.

This was not a part of the plan. The plan was to get some good dick. Not get caught up in a forbidden love triangle.

But didn’t Amelia always?

Stack shut the door while rubbing the side of his face where Mary’s purse struck him. He cut his eyes to Amelia, appearing apologetic.

“Who the hell is this?” Mary questioned grumpily.

“I’m Amelia. I take it you’re Mary?” Amelia replied with a jaded expression.

“I am,” she fixed Stack with a chagrined smile, “this your new piece of ass?”

Amelia lifted from the wall defensively. She appeared in front of Mary, hands on her hips, staring her up and down boldly. Mary’s hands curled into fists at her side and she rolled her shoulders back, chin up like she was better.

“Aight now, Mary, time to get!”

Stack reached for her arm but Mary pushed him away.

“Go to hell, Elias!”

Amelia fluttered away with a roguish smile.

“You think this bitch can replace me?”

“MARY!”

Amelia was unfazed. She sat on one of Stack’s arm chairs, crossed one shapely leg over the other, and reclined back like she owned the place.

Doe eyes be damned, Amelia could easily drag Mary by her uppity hair, but what was the point? Not her business. Not her man. No fucks given. Stack was clearly a man that did what he wanted. From what Amelia overheard last night, he was selling ass in Little Rock. Probably did the same shit in Chicago. Hell, he could have a baby or two somewhere.

“Fine. FINE. I’m leaving!”

“Shoulda been left!” Stack shouted.

Mary regained her composure before fluffing her hair. She strutted to the door, Stack opening it for her. Mary turned her eyes onto Amelia.

“Enjoy it while you can. He don’t stick around too long.”

Her derisive attitude did little to make Amelia feel any type of way.

“I will.” Amelia replied with a rapturous smile.

Mary turned her nose up before stomping away and down the stairs. Stack waited for her to drive off before shutting his door.

Awkward silence.

Amelia stood, quietly walking back to Stack’s room. Stack followed her with his eyes, watching her peel his shirt from her body. The sway in her hips and the cuff of her ass had him drooling. Amelia propped herself up in the doorway to his room, creating strong lines with her body, emphasizing her curves. An alluring smile painted her pouty lips and her doe eyes glistened with arousal.

“You coming in to finish fucking me or what?”

Stack took long strides to his room. Amelia ran inside, climbing up on his bed. Stack followed the sensual sway of her body. Arms above her head, waistline moving in slow motion, Stack watched her like she was on stage. He was her audience.

“You break hearts, Elias,” Amelia spoke in the middle of her erotic dance, “Don’t you?”

Stack licked his lips.

Amelia turned, poking her ass out. She swayed back and forth, looking down at Stack. He started taking off his pants, no boxer shorts on just dick and balls.

“You must’ve fucked Miss Mary so good before you left. Seven years of reminiscing on how that dick touched her heart in ways her husband couldn’t…”

“You’re so fucking sexy, darlin’…”

Amelia climbed down from the bed. Stack curled his finger for her to come to him. She did, gliding her hands up his chest.

“I woke up without your dick in me…why?” Amelia asked with a soft, whiny voice.

That did something to Stack.

He picked Amelia up, pointed his dick at her wet cooze, and slammed her down until she was filled. Stack had two handfuls of ass while he fucked her standing. Amelia bounced, arms circling his shoulders to hold on for the ride. Stack was hitting her bottom so good she was delighted. A smile stretched across her lips.

“Fuck this pussy, Stack! Fuck me!”

“Hot damn, baby! Tight ass pussy! Fuckin’ love this pussy!”

Amelia gleamed before a string of moans escaped her mouth.

“Take your pussy! Yes, Daddy!”

“You used to this dick now, huh?” Stack picked up the pace of his fucking, “I’m all deep in this wet shit…I’d fuck you all day if I could…good pussy…fuck, Princess…”

Amelia could feel him pulsating inside of her. The stretch and the way he continued to kiss her spot with his tip, she felt herself come undone. It was so overwhelming. He didn’t stop. Stack had her in a bear hug.

In and out…in and out…

More slip. A better glide. Increased sensation. She could feel it all. And it felt so good. He was close. Stack pressed his sweaty forehead against hers.

“You close, Daddy?”

“FUCK!”

Stack snatched Amelia off his dick and she dropped to her knees. Amelia poked her tongue out and stack sat his tip against it while jerking. He came all over her lips and tongue.

“You so nasty wit’ it, baby…”

Amelia cleaned him off.

“Satisfied?” Stack asked with a smirk.

“I could always use more…but you need to take me back to Annie’s.”

Amelia found her lavender chemise beneath the bed. Stack could go for another round.

“Annie be aight. She can hold it down.”

“I’ve had enough of you for now. My pussy need a good herbal bath. I’m sore.” Amelia said.

Stack locked his arms around Amelia’s waist. She tried to wiggle free.

“Let me go, Stack,” Amelia giggled from his kisses to her neck, “Stop it!”

“How you put that pussy on me and expect me to act right? Answer me that, gorgeous.”

“You’ll never get this pussy again if you don’t take me back to Annie’s! It’s late!”

Stack groaned before releasing Amelia.

“You lucky I got business wit’ Smoke. Otherwise, you’d be seated on this dick again.”

“Uh-huh.” Amelia rolled her eyes, “Let’s go playboy.”

A crack of thunder evoked fear into Ameila. She covered her ears and looked towards the window in Stack’s room with panic–stricken eyes.

“I don’t much like thunder…can we go?”

Stack’s probing eyes searched hers. The change in her demeanor concerned him. He grabbed a clean tank top and slipped into his white button down shirt. Pants secure and belt around his waist, stack put on his loafers before quickly leaving his room. Ameila put on her ballet flats and grabbed her handbag. Stack snatched his keys from the table before guiding Amelia out of the house with his hand on the small of her back.

It was windy and the sky was dark and cloudy. They rushed inside of the car and Stack drove off. Another crack of thunder pierced the sky. Amelia jumped in her seat. Stack placed an arm around her shoulder while driving with one hand. Ameila rested her head against his shoulder, nervously fiddling with her hands.

“We here…”

Stack slowed the car down to a complete stop. The thunder had gone away, but the sky still seemed gloomy.

A storm was expected.

“Thank you…”

Stack trapped Ameila against the car.

“You know we opening a Juke?”

Ameila tilted her head, “I do.”

“You coming I hope.”

“Maybe,” Amelia pushed at Stack’s chest, “get out my way, Stack.”

“That’s not so polite, Princess. Where your manners?”

“Long gone. Move before I bite that lip!”

“Do it.” Stack challenged with a gruff tone.

Ameila chomped at him. Stack gripped her chin and slipped her some tongue. Amelia couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Their heads swiveled, Stack feeling up on Amelia’s behind. With him distracted, Ameila was able to shove him back. She made a beeline for the steps.

“I’m a get you!”

“Ahhhh!—”

Stack carried Amelia up the stairs with one arm.

The door opened.

Amelia’s breath hitched. Stack tilted his chin in greeting.

“What’s shakin’, nigga? Hope you don’t mind I stole this dame for one night…maybe more…”

Ameila whispered, “Stop.” Before drifting her eyes back to Smoke timidly.

“Made her feel welcome I hope.” Smoke said.

“Sure did. You know I got real good hospitality.”

Stack kissed the back of Amelia’s hand.

“See ya’ soon, Princess. Go on in there before you melt.”

“Bye for now, Stack…”

Ameila fiddled with her dress before quickly entering the home. She brushed past Smoke, grazing his arm.

“I’ll catch you in about an hour or so. Gotta get this hair slicked up.”

“Don’t take too long, Stack. We got shit to do.” Smoke argued.

“Nigga, I know.”

Stack climbed back into his car and drove off.

Alone.

Ameila paced back and forth in her room. The rain beat down on the rooftop aggressively. She could hear Smoke moving about the house. She could smell the tobacco from beyond the door. Amelia nibbled on her bottom lip anxiously.

A bath would definitely help, but not with Smoke here.

She walked over to her vanity and took a seat. Ameila grabbed a brush and parted her long, thick strands before brushing out the tangled hair. A frizzy mountain of hair that reached the middle of her back.

Dewy–eyed and twitching with nervousness, Ameila made her way to the door again, opening it and entering the hall. She moved quietly out into the main area. No Smoke in sight.

That was, until she’d heard the sound of water sloshing on the back porch.

The rain hadn’t stopped, blanketing the garden. The droplets bounced off of the porch heavily and ferociously. A misty breeze picked up and tickled her skin the closer she got to the back door.

Curiosity always got the best of her.

She’d already been caught last night.

Annie and Smoke’s fucking kept her up. Stack was so tired and wasted from the beer, but Ameila assumed he was probably used to it. Ameila sat up in bed, listening to the two of them have sex. She climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Stack.

She left her room and snuck over to peek inside theirs.

And when she did, Smoke caught her eye.

And he smirked at her. Snidely.

Like he was silently telling her “Yeah…this my woman…let me show you who fucks her right.”

Ameila could never take that away from him.

He did fuck Annie right indeed.

And she stroked her clit to it. Openly.

Like a submissive little slut.

Showing him that she understood her place.

That Smoke was in charge.

Ameila’s stomach muscles warped at that memory. She peeked her head out and found Smoke taking a bath. He had his head reclined back with a cigarette between his lips. Smoke’s biceps bulged imposingly as they draped over the edge of the tub. His hair was covered with a press cap.

Amelia cleared her throat.

Smoke paused with the cigarette at his full lips. He slowly turned his eyes on Ameila. Seemingly displeased with her standing there and interrupting his bath.

“Sorry….I was just—just wondering if—did Annie mention anything about me going to the Shack?”

Smoke didn’t answer her right away. He took a hit of his cigarette first.

“She did…said you have a lesson to finish up on.”

“Thank you, Sir—I mean—thank you, Smoke.”

Ameila flashed Smoke a cowardly smile. Smoke’s stark face and perturbed eyes had such an effect on her. It made her want to obey.

“You good at cleaning pipes?”

Amelia flicked her gaze towards him, abashed.

��Cleaning pipes?”

“That’s what I said. I need my pipe cleaned out. Think you can do that for me?”

Smoke waited for her response. A devilish grin appeared on his lips.

“You ain’t got no clue what I’m talking bout?”

“No, sorry—”

“My smoke pipe.”

“Oh!” Amelia fluttered with a laugh, “I can do that for you.”

Smoke furrowed his brows, “Whatchu think I meant?”

“Not sure.” Amelia replied.

“Mhm,” Smoke motioned towards the door, “It’s on the table in there.”

Ameila disappeared inside the house. She found Smoke’s pipe and went on the hunt for Annie’s cleaning supplies. She knelt down on her hands and knees, searching the kitchen area. Ameila found some pipe cleaners and a cloth.

Back outside, Ameila situated herself on the chaise. As she cleaned, thoughts of Annie flooded her mind. The rain slowed down, sunlight attempting to break through the clouds.

Smoke began washing off. Ameila tried to focus, but she was clearly losing the battle. Her eyes raked over his upper body. She rubbed the same spot on his wooden pipe in a circular motion, caught in a trance. Smoke could feel her staring, because he turned to look at her.

Ameila dropped her attention to cleaning the pipe again.

But her heart raced.

Her breathing choppy.

She inspected the pipe thoroughly before standing.

“Good as new.” Ameila smiled.

“Let’s see how good you did,” Smoke motioned for her to come to him.

Ameila slowly approaches him. She extended her hand and Smoke grabbed the pipe.

The soap suds in the water swirled around his crotch.

“Almost look new. Thank you.”

“…You’re welcome.”

Ameila accepted the pipe back.

“I’ll place it on the table for you.”

“Yeah, do that,” Smoke eyed her up and down.

Amelia backed away.

She exhaled, making her way over to the table. Ameila sat the pipe down carefully. Birds chirped as the sunlight rose over the yard. Smoke appeared, towel sitting low on his hips. Amelia gawked at him before quickly regaining her composure. She busied herself with pouring a glass of water from the icebox.

“You was at my door last night. Care to explain that?”

Ameila’s stomach dropped. She couldn’t even take a sip of water.

“Smoke—Smoke I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—”

“What are you?” Smoke questioned firmly.

“What am I?” Amelia replied with a quizzical expression.

“Ain’t that what I asked?” Smoke fired back.

“I’m a woman. I’m Annie’s friend. I’m…I’m Amelia.”

Smoke glared at Ameila. She cast her eyes to her feet.

“That ain’t all you are, darling. You see, I know about you. All about you. How you fucking my wife. Fucking my brother…”

Ameila ogled Smoke.

He did know. He’d known since the moment he laid eyes on her. His disgruntled eyes made her feel apologetic.

“I’m so sorry, Smoke, please…it wasn’t Annie’s fault. Don’t blame her. Blame me.”

Smoke crinkled his nose as his eyes dragged over her body.

“Please…I tempted her–I–I wanted her…”

Smoke narrowed his eyes at her.

“Despite all that shit…I can’t get you out my head.”

Ameila was visibly stunned by his words.

“What is it about you that makes them go crazy?”

Ameila was tight–lipped. She didn’t know how to respond to that. He was visibly agitated and hostile yet inquisitive and enthralled.

Smoke’s chest muscles flexed as he inched closer. Ameila gripped the edge of the table for balance. She mustered all her strength to look him in the eyes.

“What are we gon’ do ‘bout that?”

Smoke reached up and stroked Amelia’s chin with his thumb. A searing look crossed his face and it had Ameila spellbound.

“I…”

Her grip on the edge of the table tightened painfully.

Suddenly, he had her by the chin. Ameila gasped.

“Sluts like you get what they ask for…it’s best you tell me the truth…you want a taste of what Annie getting?”

Ameila’s bottom lip trembled, “Smoke—”

“No, no, no, no. You answer my question.”

“YES.” Ameila replied hastily.

“What make you think you deserve this dick?”

“Because I’m on your mind. Seems like you want it as bad as I do.” Amelia replied sassily.

Smoke wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled. Ameila hissed.

“Bad mouthing me? Watch ya’ mouth…”

“I’m sorry!”

“You ain’t sorry…turn around.”

Ameila faced the opposite way. The sound of his towel hitting the floor caused her to chew on her bottom lip.

“Smoke…”

Ameila quivered. She felt her pussy jumping. Pulsating with need. Smoke sat his dick between her cheeks. Ameila’s jaw dropped.

“Let’s see what we got here…”

Smoke’s fingertips lifted her chemise over her ass. The cool air brushed her pussy from behind, leaving goosebumps in its tracks.

With one powerful hand, Smoke nudged Ameila against the table. Cheek planted firmly, smoke pinned her arms behind her back with one hand securing her wrists.

“You smell like fresh sex.”

Ameila felt his fingers stroke her vulva from behind. She whimpered pathetically. Smoke found her button and rubbed it in a circular motion.

“Feel like it too. My little brother fucked you good I see,” Smoke pushed two fingers deep, “Uhuh…nice and wide.”

He didn’t hesitate finger–fucking her. Ameila felt tears roll over her nose and to the table.

“I’m digging in this pussy with my fingers, slut?”

“Yesssssssss….”

“Had my wife tongue all up in this shit…”

Smoke’s fingers slipped out. Ameila whimpered with need.

“Get up.”

Ameila stood on shaky feet.

She still hasn’t recovered from Stack’s dick putting a hurting on her cooze.

“Turn.”

Ameila faced Smoke. Her eyes fell to his dick.

Fat. Long. Curved to the left.

“Now,” Smoke forced his fingers with her pussy on it into her mouth, “Suck.”

Ameila sucked her mess off. Smoke’s fingers rubbed along her tongue and when they slipped from her mouth, a trail of spit followed. Ameila waited patiently for his next command, keen eyes slick with arousal. Smoke stroked her pouty lips with his thumb, memorizing the shape of them.

“Go take a bath.”

Amelia’s eyes filled with despair.

Smoke walked off, leaving Ameila alone and under his spell.

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timmydraker · 10 months ago

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CW: amputation

Tim was born with wings.

There were tiny at first, so small the doctors didn’t even notice. It was after a few months the little nubs became visible and as soon as they noticed, that was it. They were growing.

By two years old they were three times his size and he wasn’t allowed to leave the house. His parents own a medical company yet they couldn’t figure out how the hell such a deformity could ever exist. They hired very specific doctors to help them and forced them to sign NDA’s, though even if they did people would probably just think it was usual Gotham horse shit.

So, they cut them off.

At two years old his wings were removed and shut away in a box in the basement and after that, Tim Drake stopped being the happy little boy he was. His second year of life was spent in agony as the wounds healed and he learnt to walk again without the normal weight, and that slight discomfort and phantom pain didn’t leave even after he met Batman.

It got worse when he became Robin and knew he was hiding his two disgusting humerus bone nubs left protruding his middle back.

He manages to keep it hidden for several years, but it’s when he’s newly seventeen that he gets hit too bad. A grenade he managed to dodge the explosion from, but that knocked him off a roof and onto a railing.

It’s agony as he lands on his left and feels his ribs shatter and snap, but luckily he passes out and doesn’t feel much of it.

Unfortunately, that also means he can’t insist on doing his own medical assessment like he usually does and Alfred and Dick do it themself.

Alfred notices first and freezes, which makes Dick come over to see.

Neither of them have the chance to hide it from Bruce who surpassingly accepts it quickly and is instead crushed that his son didn’t trust him with such a vital part of he he is.

Tim tells them the real story when he wakes and admits that’s why he didn’t take his parents house after they died and just left it vacant, so he wouldn’t have to accidentally find the bones of his lost life.

When Jason and Dick go with him, Damian as well though he tries to say it’s because he’s bored when really he doesn’t want to be left out on his brothers new chapter.

As requested, Jason goes to find the box for him and he finds it after an hour of looking, only… the wings haven’t decayed.

They’re also moving.

#tim drake #tim drake is red robin #avian au #wings au #bat family #batfam #Janet and Jack Drake #Tim Drake need a hug #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #tim drake angst #dc comics

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3verythingiknowaboutlove · 6 months ago

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say yes to heaven

how spencer and you deal (or don't deal) with the fact that he doesn’t want a baby anymore after coming home from prison, and you really do.

MDNI | angst

word count: 2226 warnings & tags & stuff: bau!reader, avoidant reader, avoidant spencer, no happy ending (wtf), reader wants a baby, one line about reader not having a certain religious belief, they like almost have sex, spencer undresses reader, lots of talk about a condom, they dont really fight at all?, very underdeveloped/bad description of quantum immortality author's note: heyyyyy guyss whats up..... this is a different vibe to my regular stuff and i fear it may be really ooc?? i don't know how to feel but i literally have to post or i'll go even more crazy sooo here we are!! have a delightful day, let me know your thoughts if you have any, ily!!!

Antique shops, you and Spencer have decided, are the hidden gems of this nation yet to be appreciated enough by the general public.

Each town or city you visit is bound to have one, and going to them has become a little celebratory tradition. In the early mornings after cases are solved, right before the plane ride home, you take a look around. You’re typically the first and only ones in the store, wandering with intertwined hands and sipping on ‘2 extra foamy cappuccinos with an additional shot of espresso, please’ and occasionally, but not necessarily, choosing something to take back to D.C.

You’ve been trying your absolute hardest to fill your home to the brim– sometimes with objects, and other times with words, or touch, or the ever so valuable and fleeting concept of shared time– in effort to replace what had been lost in that three month long period when it was completely devoid of tangible, fresh love.

It’s today you’re wandering through a quaint, very cluttered shop in western Oregon, the Pacific visible from the store’s windows.

Wheels up in an hour. Don’t be late. Hotch’s text buzzes in your pocket, but you barely glance at it– there’s something about the Oregon coast that reaches into your heart and gives it a gentle massage, enveloping you in a refreshing lack of urgency.

Spencer, in his own peaceful world, is staring at a tall wall of books. He reaches out to pick up a dusty rendition of Moby Dick, carefully cracking it open to the first few pages to check the publication date, brow scrunching as he reads. You go to peer over his arm to check as well, when something catches the corner of your eye. You let go of his hand to inspect.

A bassinet. Dark wood, surface polished to a faint sheen, with intricate little waves engraved on the sides, like the ocean’s misty outreach had come all the way into the shop and placed this here for you to see.

You weren’t exactly sure when this now familiar ache had started; this deep, internal desire felt in your stomach for a little hand to be gripped around your pointer and for tiny onesies to fill your laundry basket, but you’re sure, with every fiber of your being, that you want it to be there.

“Spence,” you say softly, voice jarring in the otherwise stillness of the shop. “Come look.” He carefully closes the book and puts it back where it was and pads over, looking down at the bassinet. His eyebrows raise slightly.

“Wow. It looks like it was made in the 80s, maybe even earlier. You won’t find any level of detailing more recently than that, it’s too labor intensive for modern production methods. Good find.”

“I know. Should we get it?” you ask, biting a smile. He quickly meets your eyes, brow raising slightly.

“Do you want to?” he asks, voice even.

“I mean, I just think it’s really cute, with the waves and stuff.” you say bashfully, nudging it with your toe so it rocks back and forth. Spencer swallows, adam's apple bobbing.

“Yeah, I just…” Spencer hesitates. “I don't think we’d be able to bring it on the jet. It would probably snap in half if we held it in the wrong way,” he says, making your brain race even though he hasn’t said a single thing that should cause it to do so.

“Oh.”

You blink.

“No, yeah, you’re totally right. It’s too inconvenient. You should get that copy of Moby Dick instead. That edition looked cool, with the forward explaining all the names,” you say gently, pushing a smile, nudging him back towards the shelf. He goes, shooting you one last glance as you move to observe a few clocks hanging on the wall.

Spencer doesn’t reach for your hand again when he comes back.

…

The house is quiet when you arrive back home, hours later. Spencer sets his bag down by the door, and yours goes next to his to be dealt with later.

Exhaustion from the case is heavy in your limbs; the long flight and the sleepless nights are seeping into your bones, but Spencer seems perfectly intent upon kissing it better. You rest your forehead on his chest, exhaling softly, contentedly, as he presses kiss after kiss into your hair. He gently rests his hands on your waist and pushes you against the door– not as an act of dominance, like if someone were viewing you two from afar might assume, but one of simple convenience.

His hand reaches up to tilt your chin to the position he wants. Before leaning in to your neck, he pauses.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to go to bed?” he asks. “You didn't sleep last night.” You shake your head, giving his cheek a small peck of your own.

“It’s one of those tireds where I can’t even think about sleep ever again.”

A small smile grows on his face.

“I bet I can change that,” Spencer offers, knuckles skimming over your waist. You smile and let him tug you upstairs to your room and guide your hips to sit on the bed. His hand cups the side of your jaw, as always, lips moving to press against yours in a soft, affectionate display of his adoration. His other hand moves to your waist, squeezing, and you shiver a little in response, making him hum gently.

His hands go underneath the hem of your top. “Okay?” he asks. You nod, lifting your arms to help. His eyes take their time tracing over you, but never in a way that couldn't be defined as sweet. His hand leaves your cheek and goes to the bedside table, sliding open the drawer. It draws toward the front left corner, as it always does, when it pauses. He turns to look at you, hesitating.

You, whose legs are now pulled up to your chest, chin resting on them. You stare at the yellow light of the lamp you and Spencer picked out months ago reflecting against those countless little squares of foil.

Your lips are drawn inwards, between your teeth, unable to help your mind from racing to other realities, ones where every detail is the very same, except Spencer chose not to open that drawer tonight.

…

Spencer explained the basis of quantum immortality to you a long time ago, in the early stages of your relationship, at a time so late in the night where a regular person would never be able to form coherent thoughts, let alone thoughts like these.

You were slumped over the kitchen island, peering at him as he wandered around, silently marveling at the preciousness of your boyfriend the world seemed to take for granted as he tried to get you to understand how cool this concept was.

“There’s also an interpretation of quantum mechanics proposed by a physicist named Hugh Everett which involves a ‘many worlds’ concept: essentially, it suggests that every possible outcome of an event creates its own branch of reality, meaning an infinite number of parallel worlds exist, each containing a version of events where everything that can happen, does happen,” he starts, widening his eyes for dramatic effect. “So quantum immortality is rooted in the concept that when we die in one timeline, we essentially just move on to the next one where every detail is the same except… well, you don’t die.”

He went on to emphatically talk about some guy’s cat in a box, but how this time, in a thought experiment that demonstrates this theory of immortality, you’re the cat.

You had pretty much lost him when he got to that part.

…

You blink, shoving the memory from your mind.

“You’re staring,” you point out quietly.

“You’re pretty,” Spencer responds. He sits next to you on the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You watch as his other hand fiddles with the condom he grabbed, running his thumb over the edges of the wrapper. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he says, “Did I do something?” You shake your head softly.

“Mm-mm.”

“Really? Because we’ve been sitting in silence and you haven’t stopped staring at the condom in my hand for the past two minutes.”

You exhale quietly, internally screaming at yourself to just spit it out.

It’s never been easy, being an agent dating an agent. Sure, agreements have been made to not profile each other, but with so many years of experience, small observations and connections about your partner’s nature are an automatic practice. You know that Spencer takes 3 sugars in his coffee just as well as you know he says your name more frequently and shortens his sentences when scared, almost like he tries to instead convey the appearance he’s mad.

You also know very well that you and Spencer have both been consciously avoiding this conversation like the plague, especially since his homecoming.

You gnaw at your lip, trying to think of something to say, but your mind can only come up with freaky images of cats that are simultaneously alive and dead until observed.

“`M sorry, I was just thinking. Lost in my mind.”

“Thinking about what?”

Relationships that are simultaneously kept and broken until a certain conversation is had.

“Um. Quantum immortality. Who’s that guy? Hugh Jackman?”

Spencer straightens, eyebrows raising a little. “Hugh Everett,” he supplies. His tone is gentle, coaxing. “You’ve been thinking about that? I told you about him months ago.”

He stands as you quietly think of a response, grabbing a hoodie from the closet to tug over your bare torso, letting his hand gently cradle the back of your head after doing so.

“Yeah. I did a little more reading on it. It’s kind of a nice thought I keep going back to. Obviously really, really scary when you think about it for too long. But nice in the sense that there’s probably a version of us out there somewhere where…” you trail off, suddenly extremely aware of the weight of your words.

He glances down to the condom he left on the comforter.

The thick silence that follows feels like it stretches across a thousand timelines, each one probably also filled with countless what-ifs and unspoken words and really bad communication, and at the very root of all of it, fear. That deep, gaping hole in both of your souls.

When Spencer finally looks at you, his eyes are so deep it takes your breath away. So deep that it jars you into just saying it.

“Spencer,” you begin, voice so quiet. “Do you still want kids?”

You find yourself shooting up a silent prayer to whoever is out there looking out for you– God or Isaac Newton or Hugh Everett or Jason Gideon:

Pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes.

When he doesn’t answer right away, you continue– a habit probably picked up from the person standing right in front of you. “I just feel like there was a time where we were almost talking about it, but then it… went away.”

He reaches out to gently take the condom you were now fiddling with and sets it back in the drawer, his hand resting on the edge of the table as if grounding himself. His face is soft, almost glowing in the dim yellow light.

“I know,” he starts, voice crackling at the edges.

You stay dead silent.

“I didn’t mean for it to go away,” Spencer says, the crack in his voice causing you to glance up and see his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

You nod, shakily, though the perpetual ache in your stomach is sharper now, more like it’s a knife stabbing you through the gut.

“I get it,” you say, even though part of you doesn’t want to. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You can’t even bring yourself to think of the implications of what he just said– all you know is that there is something fundamentally different between you and Spencer that wasn’t there before.

“It’s not that I don’t want it. I do. You know I do. But I can’t. Not now.”

You reach out your hand for him to take.

“Spencer,” you whisper. “It’s okay. Really. We don’t have to talk about it any more.”

His lips press into a thin line, and you can tell he doesn’t believe you. Clearly. It wasn’t a statement said to be believed. There was nothing okay, at all, but this isn’t a fight- there’s nothing to fight about. There's just a quiet understanding. He nods, finally, and steps back. “We should get some sleep,” he says, his voice almost too soft to hear.

You watch as he pulls back the covers and slides into bed, still in his work clothes, leaving just enough space for you beside him. After a moment you curl up next to him because, despite everything, doing the alternative would be so much worse.

Spencer's arms wrap around you, his breath warm against the nape of your neck, and you close your eyes and let the silence settle over you both, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your back. Something you would have given anything to have not so long ago.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #piper’s works

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yunopouts · 2 years ago

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scream - l. jeno

-> lee jeno x fem reader

-> frat! au, pure smut (jeno lee is one nasty mother fucker in this one y'all)

-> CW: dom! jeno, rough sex(??), choking, edging, a small... TINY (VERY TINY) bit of ass play, protected sex, handjob, overuse of the word fuck, overstim, head god jeno, fingering, spitting, squirting, slight praise, lots of crying (reader), dumbification, marking/biting, scratching, blood, nipple play, gagging, bdj (big dick jeno LMFAOO)

-> a/n: this is my apology for going on such a long break T-T, i'm telling you i didn't even realise it went on for that long. i was checking in every now and then but i feel so bad T-T anyways! I'm back :P this one doesn't have THAT much dialogue, so i hope you guys enjoy the gory details 😁 also i think this is the filthiest, most smutty, smut i've ever fucking written, and i've written a lot... trust me on this.

-> upcoming: dilf! jaehyun next week and maybe another halloween special idk. oh btw, everything has some sort of halloween aspect to it :)) psst! requests are open!!

-> word count: 4.2k!

-> also p.s: idk how to explain the way he's acting in this fic... he's like very sweet and cute when he's kissing, but he's being a bitch when he's fucking and being rough... idk, i hope you understand what I mean. but also, as rough as he maybe, he's very touchy-feely and kissy :D ANYWHO! I present to you, six pages of pure filth!

safe! master list

mature! masterlist

“When you said we’re going to a party, I didn’t know it was a frat party.” Minjeong said as the three of you walked through the door. The house reeked of weed and sweat, all the criteria for a proper frat party, except everyone is in a Halloween costume.

“Girl, where else would the party have been?” Jimin scoffed lightly. She paused in the doorway, looking down at her phone before she sighed. “Apparently Sungchan’s waiting for me in the living room, I’ll see you two later?” Both you and Minjeong nodded, wishing the girl goodbye and watched as she walked away in her cheerleader costume.

Turning to each other, you silently agreed that the first thing you needed was a drink, so you headed off to the kitchen.

“I forgot to tell you how hot you look in that outfit.” She said in your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music, and you gave her a smile while you poured yourself a drink.

“So do you,” you whistled as you looked her up and down, the way the gross boys in movies do when they spot a hot girl.

Together, you looked like an odd pair, seeing as you were dressed up as Jennifer, from Jennifer’s Body, and Minjeong was Little Red Riding Hood. The music thumped through the air as the two of you stood in the crowded kitchen, surrounded by costumed partygoers. The laughter and chatter blended with the bass, creating a symphony of Halloween revelry. Your playful compliment still lingered in the atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise chilly, dimly lit room. You took a sip from your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but your attention was momentarily drawn away from the sensation by something else. From across the room, you spotted a familiar figure, the ever so iconic Ghost Face mask, in the back corner, talking to a boy dressed up as a mummy.

The menacing presence seemed to defy the festive atmosphere, and your eyes were drawn to it as if by some magnetic force. The Ghost Face mask turned slowly in your direction, and even though you couldn't see their face, you felt a shiver race down your spine. It was as though an invisible connection had formed between you and the enigmatic figure, a connection that transcended the costume and the anonymity it provided. There was something magnetic about their presence, something that sparked a potent and unspoken attraction.

For a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes met those hidden behind the Ghost Face mask. Time seemed to stand still as you locked onto each other, and a subtle, unspoken acknowledgment passed between you, like a silent agreement in the midst of the raucous party. Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that charged moment.

Feeling a surge of heat and anticipation, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the enigmatic figure and turned back to Minjeong, who had been watching the silent exchange with keen interest. She met your eyes, and the shared understanding between you two was palpable. “You saw him too, didn’t you.” Minjeong said in a way that had her sounding winded. With a knowing smile and another sip of your drink, you and Minjeong silently toasted to the unspoken intrigue that had captured your attention.

As the night continued, the magnetic pull you felt towards the Ghost Face figure in the corner didn't wane. It was like an invisible thread connected the two of you, and despite the ongoing revelry, your attention kept drifting back to that mysterious presence.

Minjeong, ever perceptive, nudged you and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Why not go for it?" Encouraged by her silent urging, you decided to take the initiative. Setting down your drink, you nodded toward the Ghost Face figure, indicating your intention to approach.

Minjeong gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to navigate the sea of Halloween costumes on your own. You weaved through the dancing crowd, anticipation growing with each step.

As you approached, the mask-wearing figure seemed to sense your approach and turned slightly in your direction. They leaned against the counter with their arms crossed over their chest, waiting for you to arrive. The closer you got, the more you could feel the intensity of the connection between the two of you.

Finally standing face to face, the silence was almost deafening. The mask stared at you, unmoving, but you could sense a palpable tension beneath it. Without exchanging words, you both seemed to understand that this moment was special, a secret shared between you in the midst of chaos.

Slowly, your hand extended, and you reached for the Ghost Face mask. Your fingertips brushed against it, and you felt a rapid heartbeat beneath your touch. The mask gave the slightest nod, and you grasped it, carefully pulling it up.

Beneath the mask, a pair of intense, dark eyes met yours. You were momentarily lost in their depth, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had held your attention all night. The corners of your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and a spark of recognition flared in those deep, mysterious eyes.

The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you erupted in a whirlwind of excitement. It was a dance of anticipation and curiosity, an unspoken agreement that you had both been waiting for this moment. And even though the music continued to thump, and the crowd continued to revel, for that brief, electric moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a silent, thrilling connection.

You told him your name when he asked for it, and he introduced himself as ‘Jeno’.

“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You sucked in a breath and nodded before he pulled the mask back down and took your hand in his to lead the way through the crowd.

The staircase was crowded with a few people, Minjeong included. You spotted her talking to a girl in fairy costume and when you caught her eye, she gave you a grin, wider than you’ve ever seen.

Every now and then, Jeno’s leather gloved hand would lightly squeeze yours as you climbed up the stairs. You held on a little tighter each time, but before you knew it, you were standing in front of a room with a big ‘JN’ poster hanging in the middle.

The boy opened the door for you and let you enter first before entering himself. The door clicked shut behind you as you sat down on the bed, your eyes locked on Jeno's every move. With a seductive confidence, he slowly peeled off the Ghost Face mask, revealing a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

As he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, you sucked in a breath in response to the sensual tension that crackled between you. His gloved hands, still gripping the mask, dropped to his sides, and he advanced with a slow, deliberate purpose. The room was drowning in desire, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

Jeno moved in until he was standing directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself unable to resist as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The touch was electrifying, and you leaned into it, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation. You reached up slowly and pulled his hands away, suddenly regretting it, but you went on with pulling the leather gloves off, exposing a set of large, veiny hands.

Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the top of his bed and watched as he concentrated on your every move with dark eyes. In a flash, Jeno had pulled off the cloak, leaving his chest exposed and him only in his jeans. It felt like you were freezing without his touch on you, but soon enough, he was in front of you, inspecting your face before his eyes ultimately landed on your lips that were stained red from makeup.

His lips rushed to meet yours in a tantalising kiss, a soft exploration that soon deepened into a passionate melding of mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, and your tongues danced in a heated rhythm, exchanging breathless sighs and moans. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. It was amazing.

His hands travelled from your face, down to your waist and they pulled you to meet his body. Jeno groaned into the kiss from all the friction caused by his chest rubbing against your sweater, making his nipples hard and sensitive.

While your arms wrap around his neck, Jeno’s hips dig into yours, creating a tent in his pants. It’s hard and uncomfortable but the pressure it’s putting on your cunt is to die for, so you grind… hard. Jeno moans your name while his hands tug at your jeans so aggressively you thought he would tear them if he continued. After blindly messing around with your pants, Jeno popped the button open and pulled down your jeans, exposing the lacy underwear you had on.

You whined as he pulled away from your lips but you shut up quicker than ever when you noticed how he was staring at your pussy. He looked hungry.

He looked like he was starving.

And starving, he was.

Jeno practically tore off your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him, before he dove into you. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, licking a stripe up, the muscle’s warmth and making you moan softly. His nose poked at your clit as his tongue toyed with your hole. He lapped at your folds, making sure no spot was left untouched by his tongue. Jeno loved the way you tasted; you had the best pussy he’s ever eaten, he felt like he could spend all day eating you out, and he’d never get tired of it.

Jeno pulled away for a second to put his middle finger in his mouth, coating it in saliva before pressing it to your entrance. A hum escaped your lips as his thick digit slowly pulsed in and out of you as your hands worked to take off your sweater and shirt. Soon, one finger became two, and Jeno went back to eating you out. Your moans were driving him crazy; they were making it hard focus on your clit because his cock was so fucking hard. The hand he had pressed on your lower abdomen moved down to his button, undoing it and moving the zipper down far enough for him to get his dick out.

As he rubbed his cock, Jeno’s teeth grazed your clit before his lips latched on to it, sucking forcefully. With that, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start to form. As your moans quickened, the pace of Jeno’s fingers grew faster, and he sucked harder on your clit– if it were even possible. He loved the way you were tightening around his fingers, like you were trying to keep them inside you, wanting them absorb your juices.

“Fuck, Jeno…” you gasped, fingers tugging at his dark, messy hair. “God, I’m so close.”

Your eyes squeezed shut right as you were about to cum, but you never did. You felt so high, but now you dropped back down to zero, and you were empty and cold. Opening your eyes, you saw Jeno looking down at you with a smug expression. He leaned down and kissed you softly, which allowed you to taste yourself off his tongue, the somewhat sweet taste filling your mouth.

Reaching down, you felt for his cock, and began stroking when you found it. He was girthier than other guys you’ve had sex with, and he had a slight curve upwards, but my god was he long. You didn’t know if he would fit, but there was nothing you wouldn’t try.

Jeno moaned as he kissed you, the feeling of your warm hands rubbing him up and down forced him to thrust at the pace you were moving at. He pulled back from your lips to drop his head into the crook of your neck, marking and panting against the soft skin. Behind the shell of your ear, he wet a small spot with saliva before he kissed it softly, and he did the same to a few other spots. He sucked on your skin until it bruised while he moved down to the curve of your neck. Jeno’s hot tongue laid against your skin once again before he closed his teeth around it.

You jerked his cock harder as the boy continued to bite into different spots until his husky voice whispered a demand.

“Stop.” Jeno told you.

You did as you were told, but you kept your fingers trailing up and down his shaft as he kissed back up your neck, to your lips.

“Gimme two seconds.” he said against your lips with a smile. You kissed him quickly before he got up, which made him chuckle.

You watched as he got up, cock out and everything, which made you smile a bit. Jeno slid off his remaining clothes and tossed them in what presumed to be a laundry bin, and opened a drawer of his dresser, only to pull out something wrapped in a gold foil.

Oh…

Not one;

Not two;

Or three;

But six.

Jeno pulled out a strand of six condoms before he turned back to you. “Just in case.” he smiled innocently, even though he absolutely was not. He tore one from the line and ripped the top off with his teeth before he handed you the open package.

“Only six?” you asked in attempt to make a joke out of the pain you’re going to be in tomorrow.

Jeno chuckled as he shrugged while you took the condom and rolled it on to his cock. “We can use the whole pack if you want, it’s new.”

And that was that, seeing as Jeno grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth once again, grazing your own tongue and cheeks before he pulled away. A string of your mixed saliva hung like a teather from your mouth to his.

“Turn over for me, won’t you?” you nodded in a daze and turned so that your face was in the pillows. “Good girl,” he said, his cool hands grazing down your back, sliding all the way down to your ass. He spread your cheeks far enough apart to see everything, and you swore you heard evil laughter coming from somewhere.

What you thought was going to come, did not, in fact, come. Instead, you were surprised to feel a warm glob of spit fall on to your ass and how it trailed down to your pussy. Jeno leaned down and licked one long stripe, starting from your clit and ending at your ass. His tongue poked into your hole, once again, but this time he scisored in and out, the same way he used his fingers earlier. His tongue was warm and soft inside you, but that feeling didn’t last very long.

Jeno pulled his tongue out, subbing it out for his fingers, but instead, he used his tongue on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. He licked at the puckered hole, warming it up a bit as he fucked your pussy with his fingers.

“You doing okay?” he asked, but you were only able to moan out your response. His fingers fucked you faster, his thumb was ruining your clit with friction, your ass was slick with his spit. Everything was happening just as it needed to be for you to cum. “Oh fuck, Jeno, I’m gonna cum.” And this time you did. Jeno’s fingers curled inside you as they fucked you through your orgasm. Your body shook, your pussy was covered in spit and cum. Jeno’s fingers were coated in a mixture of his and your fluids, and he sucked it off like he was eating icing from a cake.

You felt hot and sticky; he hadn’t even fucked you with his cock yet and yet that was the best orgasm you’d ever fucking felt. “Jen… Jeno, I need you.”

The desparity in your voice sent Jeno spiraling and in no time, the fingers in your pussy were gone and his cock was poking at your enterance. He spit into his hand and coated his covered cock in it, even though he doubted he needed it, considering the fact that you were so wet you could drip on to his bed.

With a slow push, Jeno’s cock entered you, but refrained from moving after hearing you gasp. You knew he was going to be big, but you didn’t know he would be that big. He was a length you’d never taken before, so it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but soon enough you were able to build up to a medium pace.

Jeno’s hands snuck up your back to undo the clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts. Jeno firmly gripped your ass, with his thumb prodding at your assshole. You hummed with pleasure as the thick digit dipped into you slightly. With that, along with the pounding from his cock, you were basically in heaven.

“Faster,” you gasped, finally feeling only pleasure as he fucks into you.

Pulling you up by the shoulder, your bra slipped off in an instant, which let Jeno get a proper view of your tits, plump and beautiful. He watched how they jiggled with each thrust, and he grew more and more fond of them. Jeno even switched his grip on you from your shoulder to your neck. His hand gripped you around the base of your throat, just tight enough for there to be a handprint later. Meanwhile, the other snaked down to your pussy, where he drew fast circles on your clit. Jeno’s cock was deep inside your cunt, it filled you to the brim and you were loving every minute of it.

And so was he. The sound of skin slapping on skin, how your pussy fit his cock like a glove, how you moaned his name like you knew it well, how your back was practically glued to his chest. That made him go crazy; that made him fuck you even harder– a more vigurous pace that felt so good it brought you to tears.

Jeno got a hold of one of your nipples, it was hard and practically begging for it to be twisted. You moaned at the feeling and begged for more through your tears, so Jeno’s arms crossed over your stomach, his hands reaching up to play with your nipples some more. He pulled at them until they slipped from his grip, he squeezed them until you begged for mercy. When he shoved two fingers in your mouth, you gagged and yet you could still go further. Jeno pulled his fingers out and covered your tits in your spit.

It didn’t take long for his hips to pick up the pace once he that he was about to cum. Your moans grew choppier and choppier as his thrusts became more sharp.

“Shit, baby.” he groaned, his teeth biting down on your ear loab as he came. Your breaths were ragged in the moments of his orgasm, but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, even with the condom. Your body couldn’t keep up with the speed he was going at and soon enough you were shaking in his arms for a second time, cumming with him.

When Jeno pulled out, your head lolled backwards and you eyed him with a smile. Jeno kissed your temple and whispered his next words into your skin.

“On to the second condom, then?” You each laughed at his comment and Jeno wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he shook with laughter.

The boy helped you off of him before getting off the bed again to switch condoms. The exchange was quick and before you knew it, Jeno was hovering above of you once more, staring down at you like you were his prey. This predatory look formed a pit in your stomach, but the good kind.

Jeno’s eyes scanned you from head to toe.

Your body glistened with sweat, collarbones and throat covered with markings of all kinds, your nipples were puffy and wet, and your pussy was swollen and slick with juices. Everything looked delectable; you looked delectable and he was so tempted to consume it all.

The boy picked up one of your legs and propped it over his shoulder and placed his tip at your entrance. He bottomed out smoothly, and this time you seemed to be able to handle his length much better. Your head sunk into the pillows as you let out a sigh.

You watched how Jeno’s eyes closed when he felt your cunt wrap around him with his head falling back with pleasure. “Feels so good.” he groaned into the air, his jaw hanging open slightly as he continued to thrust. His head turned to the side and he brought your calf closer to his mouth, littering it with harsh bites and soft kisses.

Biting your lip, you reached your arm out, silently asking for him to come closer to you, to which he accepted. Setting your leg down, Jeno placed his arms on either side of your head, his face now just centimetres away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wanted to keep the eye contact, so you mustered up the courage to look into his swirling orbs. In his eyes were a mix of emotions, ones that were unrecognisable to you, but you liked it. Tilting your head up slightly, you pecked his bottom lip lightly, which earned you a grin from Jeno. It grew wider when you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in even closer to you. He hummed and kissed you back forcefully as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you sharply.

The tears that ran from your eyes down your cheeks seemed to motivate Jeno. Before, he could only hear your sobs, but seeing you cry switched something inside him. It made him want to fuck you harder, just to see you cry even harder. You looked so pretty, with your makeup all messy and tears running down your face. He loved it.

So he fucked you harder, and so you cried harder, you moaned louder, and you pawed at his back. His skin was under your nails, he could feel how they cut into him the harder he thrust. You were driving him fucking insane.

Jeno leaned his forehead on to yours as he moaned out sweet nothings. “I fucking love your pussy, fuck.” he cursed. His words made you tighten around his cock, which only made him groan louder, but it was like music to your ears. He felt like your pussy was sucking him in the way it would constrict when he fucked into you.

“Jeno, please,” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Fuck, Jeno, you’re so fucking good.” you repeated your words as you whined out to him.

His words made your insides flutter, his movements made your heart race and your breaths quicker. Everything felt so good you could barely moan out words anymore.

He was fucking you dumb and silly. You were nothing but drawn out exclamations and tears. You were so sensitive, and yet you didn’t even want to tell him to stop.

It was just too good to stop.

So he kept fucking you, and he kept filling you, over, and over, and over again until you felt it. “Jen… Jeno, fuck, I’m cumming.” Suddenly, Jeno pulled out again, the same way he did earlier, but this time, he crawled between your legs again, fingering you until you came while jerking himself off. This one hit you so hard that your mind went completely blank and no words could even come out of your mouth. Jeno couldn’t even register what happened until he felt a wet substance leak on to his sheet.

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

His mouth latched on to your squirting cunt almsot immediately, drinking in your juices like it was water. Some liquid dripped down his neck as he lapped up the rest that leaked from your pussy, but he never let up. He continued to eat you out so well even after you came, you thought you were going to do it again.

As your hand raked through his dark hair, all it took was one tug at his roots for him to cum. Jeno rode his high by fucking himself into his mattress, and until he was done, he rest in between your thighs.

Slowly making his way up to you, you looked down, only to find that his dick was still hard. “You’re joking, right?”

“How about we finish that pack in a bit, hm?” he grinned, making you scoff.

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demonic0angel · 6 months ago

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One of the Phantoms walk through the walls of Wayne Manor. They immediately get weirded out by the number of hidden guns of various kinds hidden everywhere. (Alfred was not kidding when he told Bruce he'd never find them all...)

Dan stared at a bazooka stuck in between the vents. “Wow,” he said. There were no other words he could think of to describe his disbelief and awe at the way such a weapon was so perfectly hidden in a tiny vent.

Dani groaned. “Can we please go? Why do we have to be here anyways? Please? Can we go?”

Danny was also pausing in place, staring at a rifle that was hidden in a tiny compartment in the wall. “We have to be here to give the shovel talk to your new boo, remember? Damn, how many weapons do you think are hidden in the walls?” He turned to address Dan at the last part.

Dan gave him a disgusted sneer, but after a moment, responded, “Probably a lot. This is only one room but I already see 9 weapons.”

Danny floated through the walls again, doing a little perimeter check before he came back, eyes wide. “You’re right. I looked into the other rooms and there are even more hidden! Who do you think hid them? Can’t be one of the kids, right?”

Dani whined. “Guys!” She tugged on Dan’s cape but he steadfastly ignored her.

“I think it’s that big one. Dick’s dad. Bryce or whatever.”

“You know that his name is Bruce, don’t pretend not to just because you hate him. And I heard from Jason that he hates guns, which is why he uses them,” Danny said, reaching over to restrain their wayward and complaining little sister. She bit down on him viciously but he didn’t care as he and Dan chatted.

“Well, it’s obviously not Dick,” Dan huffed. He tapped his chin. “Do you think it’s Damian? That’d be quite funny.”

They both snorted at the idea of the littlest Wayne hiding bazookas in vents. “It would only make sense if it’s Jason, isn’t it?”

“Actually,” a voice interrupted, drawing back their attention, “it was me.”

The three ghosts turned and stared at the butler, who looked unimpressed. He folded his arms in front of him and then asked, “May I inquire as to why you three are haunting this manor? Or shall I see if my guns work on ghosts too?”

There was silence.

Then Dani growled lightly and hissed, “This is your fault!”

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yawnderu · 2 years ago

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Showtime — Keegan P. Russ x Reader

Kinktober day 4: Uniform kink

They don't hate each other I promise

CW: hate sex, hardcore, scratching, dirty talk, manhandling, creampie, just. Pure filth

"Fucking stay still." Keegan mutters between clenched teeth, trying to get you to stop fucking yourself on his dick. It was ruining the rhythm he set on his thrusts, and while any other time he would have enjoyed it, it ruined his orgasm three times already.

"Fuck you." You retort back, making him take a deep breath and wonder for a second if he should just pull out and jerk off instead of dealing with you. He shakes his head, grabbing your hips again and slamming himself all the way back inside in one thrust, basking in your loud moan before he pulled out again. Big, gloved hands pull you by the ankles as he swiftly puts you on your back, his hands folding your legs up with ease as he slams himself back in, quickly setting a punishing rhythm.

"Wanna act like a bitch? I'll fucking treat you like one." His voice is deeper and more raw, eyes shut as he holds your legs even closer to your body, the way your tight cunt is swallowing him up like nothing is making him go nuts. One of his gloved hands goes to hold the top of your head, angling it up so you can see his stupidly large dick fuck into you.

"Takin' me like nothing... how many dicks have been in this sweet cunt, hm? How many from the Ghosts?" He's simply trying to get in your head and he knows it's working by the way your half-lidded eyes open simply to glare up at him, a small frown forming on your lips as you refuse to answer.

"None of... your fucking business." Damn him and his massive cock, stretching your wet cunt out with ease as he pounds you into the mattress, using your own body to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. The tip of his dick keeps slamming into the entrance of your abused womb, making a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot up in your body with every single deep thrust.

"The whole squad, huh?" He asked with a small, deep laugh, and you know him well enough to be able to tell he has a shit-eating grin under his skull balaclava. He lowers his body into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he hammers his thick shaft inside you, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and your combined moans are bouncing off the walls of the safehouse. You're mentally glad none of the other Ghosts are here yet, listening to your slutty, needy moans as Keegan uses your tiny cunt to jerk himself off.

"Maybe." You confess jokingly, though you're trying to make it seem like it's true. You've seen the way Keegan becomes possessive over you before, and you can see it now, as his light blue eyes narrow before he slams into you deeper and harder than before, his breath hot and labored right in your ear.

"Fucking slut." He says with a breathy chuckle, the way your squelching cunt is leaking all over the crotch of his uniform while you swallow him up is giving him the chance to ignore the way his heart strings get pulled at the thought of you with anyone else. His gloved hands hold the back of your knees, pulling them to your chest until you whine out. He thrashes inside you a few times before his arms wrap under the back of your knees, pulling you up with him.

"Hold on tight." Your arms immediately wrap around his neck when he lifts you up, wincing softly at the way his tactical vest is rubbing against your sensitive nipples. He moves your body up and down his dick slowly, hissing once your patience runs out and your nails scratch the only place uncovered by his uniform— the back of his neck.

"Bitch." He barks out, arms now wrapped around your waist as he begins to slam back into you, masked face hidden on the nape of your neck as he moans lowly, trying his best to fuck you as hard as he can despite his vest getting in the way. One of your hands holds onto his vest for support from his animalistic thrusts and he throws his head back, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him is already driving him over the edge.

"I'm not pulling out." He warns, as if he didn't have you begging for him to cum inside you every single time you've fucked. You simply nod your head, eyes closed as you feel the knot on your stomach coming undone, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave at the same time Keegan is milked, letting out a deep groan right into your ear while your greedy womb gladly takes his cum, filling you to the brim with his seed just as he had done so many times in the past. He holds you close to him and you don't register his balaclava is pulled over half of his face until you feel his lips gently kissing your neck.

"Attagirl."

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dark-moonlust · 10 months ago

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Yeti x Ice Witch

Pairing: Yeti monster x Ice Witch reader

Summary: You are weakened after a spell and a Yeti finds you in the cold woods. He nurses you back to health and then you realize you are mates. But how will this mating work between you, when he is three times your size?

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+!!!!, explicit monster smut, size kink, oral (fem+male), huge 🍆, magic to fit, buckets of come.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts! Happy reading!!

In the icy wilderness, you forced your legs to move and take you back to your cabin. Your most recent magic spell had left you weakened, your power drained from exertion. Alone and shaking from the cold, you looked around the vast forest and felt the snowflakes kissing your face. You wouldn’t make it back, you wouldn’t—

A massive figure appeared on the horizon, three times bigger than your own size, closing in on you with loud footsteps. It was a Yeti, towering and powerful, his fur glistening white. Your eyes and body were heavy but before you could lose consciousness, strong hairy arms held you, cradling you against a surprisingly warm chest.

The Yeti took you to his home and treated your internal magic force. Power sung through you and after hours of rest and sleep, you woke up feeling more powerful than ever. You sat up on the comfortable bed and looked around his house. The ceilings were impossibly tall, built to fit his great height.

You heard his footsteps as he approached. He entered the room and somehow he made it look small. Now that you were feeling well and strong again you could appreciate him fully. He was furry all over with broad shoulders, strong arms, a chiseled chest, and thick thighs. He was naked, but didn’t look indecent at all. You guessed his cock was hidden in the slit between his legs. Somehow that thought made your belly pool with warmth.

“What are you thinking, little witch?” he asked, his glinting blue eyes fixed on you.

“You.. you saved me, thank you,” you said, trying to ignore the ripples of pleasure inside you. What was wrong with you?

He sniffled the air. “You’re aroused.”

“I’m not doing it deliberately. Perhaps it’s because I’ve just recovered.”

“Perhaps,” he growled, his voice husky with hunger. “Or perhaps it’s something else entirely.”

A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other, and then, you both realized the truth—you were mates.

“Mate,” he growled, causing a shiver of desire to ran down your spine.

“Yes, mate,” you agreed, a hand rubbing over your heart.

He was upon you in no time, his massive body looming over your small frame, his fur-covered chest rising and falling with each breath. Retracting his sharp claws, he tugged at your clothes and exposed your lithe body to his eyes.

“Slender,” he muttered as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Yet so round,” he said as his tongue tasted one breast, his hand cupping and feeling the other mound. “I can feel your little heart pounding, mate. So strong.”

Moving even lower, he worshipped your smooth belly and seemed fascinated with your bellybutton. Trails of fire ignited along your skin when he reached the apex of your legs, his mouth licking your pussy. He suckled and nibbled gently at the plump lips, lapping up your juices. He feasted on you, and you rocked your hips in time with his movements. You came in no time, waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your back arching in ecstasy.

“This one is tiny,” he commented, a thick finger probing your pussy. “I won’t fit.”

Just in time, you looked down and widened your eyes at the sight. His cock had exited his slit, it was long and hard, veins traveling around the curved shaft. The head was a wide flare, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was thrice the size of a human dick at full-mast and your heart gave a little flip at how strong and monstrously beautiful he was.

Reaching down, you cupped his cock, wrapping both palms around it. He growled and since he couldn’t kiss you— his jaws were too big, he thrust his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed and mated, though his was wide and textured, impatient to explore every crevice of your mouth.

“Want to suck you, my big handsome mate,” you whispered as he devoured your mouth.

Sitting back on his back paws, he offered you his cock. “It’s all yours, my beautiful witch.”

Feeling giddy, you crawled between his legs and let your tongue taste the pre-cum at the tip of the pulsing cock. You pumped him with both hands, licking around each vein and lapping up the seed that escaped the head.

‘“Fuck,” he hissed, watching as you struggled to suck the whole head of his cock in your mouth. You managed it, your lips stretching wide, little tongue licking frantically. You tried to take him deeper but he was too thick.

The Yeti cupped the back of your neck. “You are doing so good.”

“Hnn… I want you inside of me,” you muttered around his cockhead. You ran your lips along the girth of it, nuzzling it, wanting it.

“You can’t,” he said, his voice pained. “Your pussy’s too small.”

“I… I can help with that,” you kissed his cock one last time then drew back.

Focusing your energy, you weaved your magic and altered your insides to accommodate the Yeti’s massive cock. The procedure was painless, it only tickled slightly as the changes took effect. Immensely proud of yourself, you sent him a wicked grin.

“I believe nothing will stop you now.”

His gaze darkened with desire. “My little witch, you never cease to amaze me.”

The Yeti wasted no time, his body crawling over you. His furry chest rubbed against your nipples while his big paws splayed your legs wide, baring your our slick pussy to him. He kneeled between you and closed his mouth over your pussy, suckling loudly.

Clutching his head, you held for dear life and rubbed your cunt against his face. You wanted him inside you. He growled, pleased as he tongued your cunt, thrusting a thick finger in your depths. You accepted it easily, your walls stretching around it. Another followed and you squealed as it pushed inside you with ease.

"Please, ah, hah… just take me," your words faded when you felt the warmth of his leaking cock probing your pussy. His snout buried in your hair as he fingered your cunt and replaced them with his cockhead. Carefully, very carefully, he parted your pussy lips and moved his hips, the flared head of his dick moving past your tight entrance. He filled you, inch by delectable inch and you clutched his fur, your breath hitching when he bottomed out.

You’d done it.

Looking down, you saw him staring at the same sight; his cock was balls-deep inside you, making your belly bulge.

“Damn, that is a sight I will never get bored of,” he drawled, “look at you. So stretched and perfect around my dick.”

“Hmm… now please, move.”

“Eager little witch,” he kissed you, plunging his tongue inside your mouth.

He started thrusting, fucking you with primal ferocity, his penetration deep and powerful. You were so wet that his cock came out frothing with your juices. He fucked you to the edge of ecstasy and you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. Your contractions made him piston faster, and with a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with violent aftershocks. Load after load of hot cum was released inside you, it filled your belly and trickled down your shaking legs.

“I love your pussy,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I wonder how many rounds it can go.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” you said, giving his big wet nose a kiss.

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baronessvonglitter · 1 month ago

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don't come around here no more

javier peña x f!reader | wc: 1.8k

summary: On a visit to Colombia, you're reunited with old work friends.. Javi is the only one who doesn't come to say hi...

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Work relationship. Hidden feelings. Mentions of sex work and office hookups/infidelity. Brief mention of smut. A tiny bit of emotional infidelity. Reader is not described apart from having worn skirts on occasion in the workplace. No use of y/n. Not beta'd.

a/n 1: this is a personal one, based on an experience I had a couple months ago when I dropped by an old workplace. Not gonna lie, it stung when an old friend (and work husband) of mine didn't want to see me. But I'm okay with not knowing. Writing this has been therapeutic 🤍

dividers by @strangergraphics 👑

JAVIER PEÑA MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You haven't been to the embassy in almost five years.

You'd spent over a decade of your life in service to the government, tracking down the bad guys until worse guys came along and then you'd work on catching them too, and on and on it went, cyclical. You never thought you'd dream of something more until you were offered a better chance back in the States.

Atlanta wasn't your hometown, but it was American soil and it offered more pay. You wouldn't have to worry about guerrillas and crooked cops there. They called and said they needed you. You answered that call, and left your post at the embassy.

Perhaps the hardest thing was leaving Javier Peña behind.

He'd been a friend from the start, showing you the ropes, offering a cigarette when you stepped out to take a break. You grew closer with each case you worked on, the leads growing stronger, the job riskier.

You heard all the rumors about him - he often went against orders, he had a knack for pissing off authority no matter how good of an agent he was - but the biggest rumor about him was that he had a tendency to fuck every willing female in his path.

You didn't give it too much credence. He was an American just like you, a Texan by birth, and just trying to do his job. He was single, like you, and in a foreign country. You couldn't blame the man for having some fun. It certainly didn't affect you.

Then the rumors grew worse. You heard about certain CIs of his, women who walked the streets, spent time in the beds of powerful drug lords.. they had information that he needed. Not uncommon for agents to strike deals with these women. Cops and agents all over did the same. Only thing was, Javi had a penchant for sleeping with them too.

You never asked him about his apparent conquests. He was your friend, your partner. But he told you anyway, giving you all the dirty details over bottom-shelf whiskey at the nearest bar in the embassy district. You got the sense he wasn't gloating, nor even confessing. Just spilling his secret:. Blanca had the inside dirt on private parties held by wealthy politicians, which often included visits from men of high rank within the cartels. And Jennifer, one of the secretaries at the embassy, met with him three times a week for a quickie in the filing room, and even after her honeymoon she came right back to work, staying late at the office, under Javi's desk with his dick in her mouth.

There wasn't a thing you didn't know about Javier Peña. And while you yourself harbored an innocent crush on him, you merely shook your head at hearing of his antics. Every Friday you found yourselves talking, laughing, even gossiping over your drinks as the evening gave way to night. And when the bar closed he'd walk you home,

And now you're back in Colombia, the air the same as you remember, the sky and even the buildings the same hues, pinks and purples and yellows to entertain the eye. It's as if time stopped the moment you left on your flight to Georgia.

You're welcomed back after being given clearance to the building, your former fellow civil servants greeting you with wide smiles, asking how your new posting is, what it's like in your new town, what your new husband is like. You answer them, taking a look around and noting the tiny changes in personnel. Wendy is on maternity leave, Felipe is retiring, and there's some leftover cake in the fridge which you're invited to have. You're trying to catch up with everyone, recollecting kids' and grandkids' names, when you catch a glimpse of him across the way, coming out of the elevator.

Javi's in a suit now, so different from the days of his barely-buttoned short sleeve shirts and tight jeans. His hair is a little longer, combed to the side, the little curls at the nape of his neck gone, the ones you used to tease him about and call him a baby duck.

As if he can feel your eyes on him, he looks your way, and it looks like his eyes widen as he stops in his tracks, nearly fumbling in his steps. You manage a meager wave, giving a smile, but he doesn't do anything in response. Not even a curt nod. He turns his gaze from you and walks on, into a corridor where you can no longer see him.

Rita, one of the clerks you'd worked closely with during your time at the embassy and who'd been like a mother to you, finds you and embraces you with a warm hug. She still smells like Giorgio Beverly Hills. "How have you been, my dear? We've all missed you so much," she says, pulling you away from her so she can admire the casualness of your look. She'd only ever seen you in pantsuits and the occasional skirt, and now she likes the new you: jeans and a relaxed button down blouse, at ease with life, albeit still chasing criminals.

"I'm well," you answer her, eyes still darting around for Javi. Where did he go? He'd surely seen you. "I've missed you all. The states are so different after being away so long."

Rita's eyes widen in realization. "I have to tell Javi that you're here!" she whispers conspiratorially, as if somehow she's reading your mind. "I'll go get him." She pats your arm and hurries away in the direction you saw him go earlier.

Everyone else gets back to work as you wait, feeling out of place. Your fingers itch to comb through files, to answer the ringing phones with hopes of a hot tip. The clacking of computer keys has you imagining typing up a report, the way you used to after a big raid or breakthrough, Javi at the desk in front of yours. pouring some tequila in a couple glasses for you to celebrate, loosening his tie.

No matter what, he never touched you. Not like that. Ever.

And a part of you always wanted him to. The closest you got was a side-armed hug as he walked you to your car the very last day of your work here.

Your eyes wander to your old office, the blinds open, and through the slats you see Javi turning in his chair as Rita raps at his door. You can barely make out the gruff "come in" from his lips. Rita approaches him a bit timidly, all smiles, hands clasped at her waist.

She's explaining that you're here, that this is probably a once in a lifetime chance because retired agents don't typically come back. They become too invested in their new lives, new cases, or worse.. they retire for good, put into the earth when a bullet finds its way to its target or a bomb goes off.

You're still here, looking right at Javi as his eyes find you, the harshness in them softens a little, perhaps at Rita's soft pleading. You ignore the crazy skip of your heart's beat as he keeps his gaze on you, his chest expanding as he takes in a deep gulp of air.

In an instant it's gone, the stony glare from before now in its place. He says some curt words to Rita, who pauses, a baffled look on her bespectacled face. Javi replies, his face growing red, obviously not changing his mind. Rita goes for the door but turns around, saying one more thing to him, looking rather high and mighty about it.

She meets you where she's left you, a sad sort of smile on her face. "He's busy," she says quickly. "He sends his regrets, dear."

You look back into Javi's office and find him already staring at you. He swiftly drops his gaze, pretending to read a file as he casually closes the office blinds.

"Rita, what's going on?" you ask her, disheartened because this is now how you'd hoped this reunion would go.

She only shakes her head, pursing her lips. "I don't know, honey.. I really don't know."

At the hotel, your husband is relaxing on the bed watching an old Colombian telenovela. He turns down the volume, patting the space next to him as you come in. "How'd it go?" he asks, watching you shed your jacket and hook your purse around a chair. "I'm guessing you didn't get the welcome you hoped for." His brows creases with worry as he strokes your hair. You lean into his touch, wishing you could dislodge the heavy stone of disappointment now resting in your belly. He's always so attentive towards you, so thoughtful. He knows all about Javi and your time with the embassy. Tears prick at the edge of your eyes and you do your best to blink them away, but he's there already with a tissue as his arm goes around you.

"I wish I knew why he didn't want to see me. What did I do wrong? We were partners for years.. friends too. And after all these years he treats me like it all meant nothing.."

"It's okay," your husband soothes you. "Can I tell you something you might not want to hear?"

"Right now I'd love for anyone to be honest with me," you sniffle.

"I think you broke his heart when you left."

That thought had never occurred to you. It's a strange, foreign concept. Javi had treated you differently, but you supposed he just didn't need to get involved emotionally, physically, sexually with someone he'd work with personally every day. He slept with almost everyone in the workplace except you, and you'd considered yourself safe from his charms.

"It makes sense," your husband continues. "From everything you've told me, Javi's had the hots for you since day one."

You scoff at this idea at first. Then, thinking more deeply on it, the pieces start to come together. What if Javi had harbored these feelings for you and never told you, just let them sour in his heart until it turned bitter against you after all these years? "He never told me. The way he dismissed me you'd think we were strangers all this time.."

“Do you feel like you missed out? Would you have given him that chance when you were partners?”

It’s not an odd question, just one that takes you by surprise. Any adulterous thoughts are usually played off as jokes between you. You’re that comfortable with each other. But to give an honest answer requires more strength than you possess at the moment.

“No.. I wouldn’t have risked our friendship or our working relationship like that.”

Your husband kisses your cheek, still soothing you as he strokes your hair. "Baby, sometimes the best way to show our love for someone is to let them go."

Let him go.

a/n 2: adding some music inspo. Of course the title is from Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers:

and secondly, after my real life non-encounter with my former friend, I heard this song in a restaurant while I was still in a daze. It's such a sad and beautiful melody. (They Will Destroy You is always good when you're moody)

tagging those interested: @regularjoel @stevie75 @tateypots

@titabel @milla-frenchy @mystickittytaco @thesassyteacher91

@dilfsw @ghoulzlovez @axshadows @selinakpe

@inept-the-magnificent

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frid4y · 2 months ago

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you wouldn't call yourself dumb when it comes down to it, but your not the brightest tool in the shed. mainly because your focus isn't on school, and more on.. everything else. you would much rather go to a party or watch yourself in the mirror instead of sitting in a boring lecture.

but not everyone sees it your way, especially not your university, which is threatening to kick you out if you don't get your grades up. when you first got the letter, you only stared at it in shock , then spent an hour crying to your dad on the phone, who couldn't do much to help you. bribery is a crime after all.

he only had one solution, which was hiring you a tutor. at first, you were against it. now you had to listen to some nerd talk about math your not gonna need again? absolutely not. yet, that was until you met your tutor. he was hot, all six feet of him. those hazel eyes staring down at you with a scrutinizing gaze behind his black rimmed glasses. kento was his name, and you never wanted to forget it.

due to your ignorance, you thought it would be pretty effortless to get into his pants. batting your lashes a few times and running your hands along his biceps, gasping at how strong he looked and asking if he goes to the gym. it's usually that simple, men are easy. but, you would be lying if you said you were able to even get a reaction out of him. his response being to "keep it professional" and "i'm you tutor, you shouldn't be behaving in this manner."

three long excruciating months of sitting in the library and talking about subjects you had no interest in. you pulled all your best tactics, but he just never gave in. until one fateful night. you didn't have the energy to get up from you dorm, so you just told kento to come over. he was reluctant, but you promised you had no alternative motives. such a liar, anyone could've seen that. but he didn't.

you intentionally put on the smallest pair of pajamas you own, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. about 15 minutes into your studying session, you noticed kento's face was extremely red, and he was avoiding looking at you. you felt the smile threatening to form, but you couldn't let him know that. "kento? are you okay? you look as red as a tomato!" you say, placing a "concerned" hand on his upper thigh, feeling the muscle twitch under your hand.

his breathing gets heavier, and you look down where your hand is, your eyes landing on the forming bulge in his jeans. jackpot. the smirk that was hidden by your faux worry is now plastered on your face, and you see those hazel eyes darken as they flick between your tits and your face, his glare intense. your screwed, but you've been waiting for this fucking moment.

"the little whore thinks it's fun to tease, huh? f-fuckk... you don't know how long i've been waiting to put this bratty mouth to good use." kento grunts, his hands in your hair making a makeshift ponytail as his hips thrust up, grinding his cock into your mouth. the sight of your lips stretching around his length to fit it all in makes him go crazy, watching how his pre-cum and your saliva coat his dick. you maintain eye contact with kento, watching how his lips part in hazy satisfaction, then come together to muffle what you assume was a groan.

you feel tears brimming at your eyes, and kento sees them, the view only spurring him on and causing his cock to twitch in your mouth. "wonder how daddy would feel if he found out his daughter was slutting herself out for her tutor.. and parading around in these tiny fucking outfits— shitt, c'mon princess, don't tap out on me now.." he coos, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop as your nails dig into his thigh.

kento watches as you catch your breath, strings of spit connecting your lips and his tip. he smirks as watches your lashes flutter rapidly, every breath heavy and deep. “feel better baby?” he coos, tugging your bottom lip slightly with his thumb. when you nod, he smiles. “good, cause we’re not done. now say ahh and open up..” he taps his cock on your cheek, waiting for you. his cock twitches against your face causing pre-cum to smear across your cheek. when you open your mouth again, kento slips himself back in, your lips wrap around his cock eagerly as your tongue slides over his tip.

“good girl—and just when I thought you were incapable of listening. seems like you’ll only listen when your throat is stuffed with cock.” he teases, guiding your head farther down, the sound of your gags purely music to his ears. “wonder how much more I can fit in that pretty little mouth..” you can only make incoherent sounds as if in response, completely filling up you throat as your nose comes in contact with his pubic bone.

kento's grip on your hair tightens, his breathing getting heavier. you watch as he leans back and his head tilts up.. he's getting closer. he moans, his tugging almost bruising as his jaw slacks and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stuttering as his orgasm comes rushing out of him. you swallow his cum as quickly as it comes, earning a breathy whimper from him.

“i knew you would give in, just a slut like the rest of them.” you grin, kento rolling his eyes.

“shut up and get onto the fucking bed.”

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sungodsfav · 3 months ago

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okay hear me out on hitman!toji aka just a stranger teaser

hitman!toji who loses his wife in what he thinks is a car accident and realizes his son is the last thing he has left of her. so toji changes his top priority to somehow make megumi untouchable

easily influenced hitman!toji who takes shiu’s sarcasm to just marry a rich woman as an actual solution to his dilemma. which leads him to finding you, a cold lawyer who happens to be his boss’ personal lawyer that always gets him out of trouble

being out of the dating scene for a while, poor hitman!toji can’t seem to get your attention after trying to pursue you for a few weeks, that is until you see little megumi and you immediately fall in love with the timid boy and finally give his dad the time of day

hitman!toji quickly notices that you aren’t actually a cold hearted bitch like he had originally assumed you’re actually a bit too bubbly for him and it drains him to no end, but he has to suck it up and keep up this facade because he notices that no one has tried to mess with him lately

a part of hitman!toji’s soul dies a little when you tell him that you were saving yourself for marriage which meant that he now had to be abstinent until further notice while dating you.

easily manipulated hitman!toji who jumps at the solution his boss gave him that he should just marry you so that he can get his dick wet already.

he does take a couple weeks after trying to weigh out the pros and cons to marrying you or not, it was actually Megumi who made him commit to a decision. hitman!toji’s heart burns as his two year old son calls you mama and clings to you for comfort. the poor kid doesn’t remember his actual mom. It was bittersweet for hitman!toji, but seeing his son so attached to you, he felt it was only right to marry you and make you megumi’s new mama.

it wasn’t until after he and Megumi have officially moved into your house does husband hitman!toji’s start to feel like you were hiding something from him. so he decides to snoop through your home office while you were at work.

He normally stayed away from your office finding it all boring (the terminology you used actually just made him feel stupid). He’s experienced with snooping around where he shouldn't thanks to his occupation. husband hitman!toji doesn’t touch or move anything, just pulling drawers open and having his phone open to a dictionary app. He does freeze as he opens a drawler with a manilla folder labeled t. Zenin

before husband hitman!toji can grab it he hears his son’s bare feet stomp down the hall calling for him. “papa look what i found!” husband hitman!toji’s heart drops out of his ass as megumi rushes towards him with a fucking glock in his tiny fist. he nearly tears apart your home finding three more guns that you have clearly hidden from him

he is consumed with anger as he waits for you to come home. when you do get home you immediately feel the tense atmosphere in your home especially when your sweet boy megumi doesn’t run up to you to greet you. So you take it upon yourself to put megumi to bed and go check on the silent bear of a man that is husband hitman!toji. “so, you mad or something?”

husband hitman!toji glares at you and you smirk because you know what happened while you were at work. he drops all four of the guns he’s found onto the counter and continues to glare expecting you to defend yourself. but you don’t say anything so he then throws the folder you had containing all information you had on husband hitman!toji and even the papers that you immediately recognize as your marriage contract

you find this amusing and it pisses husband hitman!toji off even more. “what the fuck is this shit” he’s yelling and shouting at you now, demanding answers while you just go through the fridge nonchalantly which pisses him off more

“stop fucking yelling, i just put megs to bed and i swear to god if you wake him up i will beat your ass.” you pour yourself a glass of wine and drink the entire glass before speaking to him “sorry i wanted to make sure megumi had some type of legal parent for when his hitman dad fucks up and gets himself killed while on the job.”

husband hitman!toji is shocked that you know he’s a hitman “if you knew why marry me”

“i fell in love with megumi and didn’t want him to be alone if that ever happened. he doesn’t deserve that. i also didn’t mind having a dumb hitman as a husband to have on my arm to make sure that people thought twice before trying to test me”

“when did you find out? do you even love me?”

“about two seconds into you trying to talk to me” “love is a strong word, let's use tolerate for now.”

husband hitman!toji is completely in shock at how you have tricked and played him this entire time. at this point he should send an admission to who the fuck did i marry

“zenin, sweetheart, now that you’re finally caught up ima need you to clock in and keep an ear out, ryomen told me they hear that the gojo’s are trying to put a hit on me. so be a good boy and sniff around for me, let me know what you find.”

“and what if you were actually just a job for me to complete?”

“don’t be silly, you couldn't kill me on your best day.”

“are you doubting me, beca-”

mid blink you held up a gun pointed directly at husband hitman!toji your form completely calm and relaxed his jaw drops, you’ve done this before

“you think i only had four guns hidden, how pathetic.”

you pat his cheek with the gun and peck his lips before pouring yourself another glass

husband hitman!toji being husband hitman!toji ends up coming to a realization about himself. that he really loves a cutthroat type of woman. poor husband hitman!toji being so turned on for the first time since meeting you that he walks up to you not minding that you now had a gun pressed to his chest. in fact it actually makes his cock throb

“well fuck me,” he begs practically out of breath

a/n

currently writing this multi chapter fic! you can find it here ( just a stranger ). I already have the first part out and currently working on more chapters that I will post soon just want to write most of it out

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #toji fic #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader

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hollyoongs · 6 months ago

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⤷ SINGLE DAD TAESAN FELL IN LOVE!

시놉시스 ┆𝘁͟aesan, ─────⠀f!reader 𓂅 𝑤.𝑐: +6k ꒰ ⌗ angst, mutual pinning and a lot of fluff ꒱ ↷⠀ ℰditoral ! 𓂂

“Come on, Dad! I’m going to be late for the recital!” Dohyun was dragging his young dad through the hallways of the school, his cute little elf costume already out of place due to the running from every member of the family.

“Dohyun, we are getting there! Just slow down a little for your grandparents!.” Taesan said, smiling when his son behaved and all three adults could walk slightly slower.

“God Lord, Dohyun! I’m putting you in track classes or whatever it’s called,” Taesan’s dad said, making his grandson Dohyun smile wide.

“Shut up and buy some snacks.” Now it was the turn of Taesan’s mom to talk out to him, giving him a few dollar bills so that he can have the food. The two adults and the kid went straight to designated places of the school theater. Once the kid was seated, his grandma fixed his clothes as Taesan got out his mom's makeup pouch to retouch Dohyun’s makeup. Once Grandma was finished and gave a good luck kiss on the forehead to his grandson, they ran to the back of the stage, saying “Sorry” every now and then to any person that he slightly pushed.

He looked for a seat that was available and thanked the person that left it hidden. Dohyun ran to sit, and Taesan followed behind, kneeling in front of the kid with the makeup pouch fully opened.

“Hold still, Dohyun.” Taesan whispered, carefully dabbing a bit of blush onto his son’s chubby cheeks as he learned from the moms of the class, making him scrunch his nose a little as he giggled.

“Dad! It tickles!” Dohyun squirmed, his tiny elf hat slipping over his eyes.

“Hey, hey, we can’t have the cutest elf in the recital looking like a clown, even more if it is my son.” Taesan teased as he gently readjusted the hat and wiped the stray makeup he did with his thumb. He looked around when his son asked for a bathroom break, noticing how the kids had their moms beside them and smiled with slight nostalgia.

Being a dad at 20 was no joke to him, but it was a responsibility Taesan was going to fulfill the moment he held the little body of Dohyun in his arms. At fifteen, he hadn’t known much about life; he was barely old enough to understand himself, let alone how to raise another human being. But of course, he was big enough to know where to place his dick, and it was not inside his underwear.

His mind was not prepared for his girlfriend passing away in a car accident the day all the family was going to the delivery appointment. The memory haunted him like a vivid nightmare, one that he couldn’t escape. He remembered holding her hand. chattering about names and what features the baby might inherit, everything changing in a split second.

The air was not joyful as before, but heavy with desperation. The screech of tires, the deafening crunch of metal, and how everything spun out of control were etched into his mind. The moment he looked at his right side dizzy, it hit him like a punch; she was gone, and with her, part of his heart left with it.

Dohyun had to be delivered through an emergency C-section and directly to the NICU, hooked up to wires and monitors that thankfully beeped steadily. He remembered how he was clinging to that sound like a lifeline, being the only sign that something—someone—had survived. A part of her.

Her parents didn’t even let him come to the funeral, firm believers that it was his fault for her passing, or in her father's words that were covered in venom and grief, “You ruined her life.” And he still remembers the lack of strength he had to argue because, deep down, he believed it too.

The hospital stay was a blur, exhaustion and paperwork that he needed to help himself with the phone and his parents. But he remembers the moment he was left alone with a days-old Dohyun. The nurses had wheeled the bassinet into his room, and he simply stared. Who could imagine a human could be so small, so fragile, and yet so heartbreakingly real?

When Taesan had Dohyun in his trembling arms, it was like a button had been pushed that made him break into tears. He cried a river—deep, gut-wrenching sobs that shook his entire body, not even caring how his parents saw, for the first time ever, him turning into pieces.

He cried for her, for his ruined future with her, for the childhood he was about to lose, and for this new role he had to take alone. He cried until he felt his head hurt and both of his parents' heads on each side of his shoulder, hugging the two of them as they cried with them, watching the pacific face of the sleepy baby.

Dohyun was a piece of her, a tiny reminder of the girl he had loved. He wasn’t ready to be a father, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Taesan realized he had two choices: step up or let life swallow them both whole.

And he chose to step up.

He was already used to pitiful looks and disapproving words from every direction. He heard it all, whether the words were whispered or written on someone’s glance. At first, it stung like salt on an open wound, but he managed to make those people's words the background noise of their life.

His parents were no exception. When they first found out about the pregnancy, their disappointment was a physical barrier between them. They barely spoke to him; he felt like a stranger in his own home. But at the seventh month of her pregnancy, they had a change of heart. The small change involved raised voices and tears, deciding at the end that they wanted to be involved.

Even with the anger piled up, he would always catch her mom knitting tiny blankets in the evenings, and his dad began painting the extra room they had at home and searching for cribs.

Dohyun became their world. Taesan and his parents worked together like a family. His mom took care of Dohyun when Taesan had classes, a non-negotiable for the parents to keep living in the house; his dad taught him practical parenting skills he never thought he’d need, and he worked two part-time jobs to make enough money for him.

There were sleepless nights, endless worries about money, and moments when the grief was still present. But he overcame it; thankfully, he got a scholarship to the best university thanks to his grades and finally got a stable job that pays more than enough.

“Dad, I need help with my suspenders.” He slightly shook his head when he heard the voice of his son, smiling at how he was looking weirdly at the piece of clothing.

“To the rescue.” He took him by his arms and sat him on an empty table, making airplane sound effects. From the corner of his eye, Taesan noticed movement by the door, realizing it was you going in with a clipboard, ushering parents, and checking on the kids. The soft red cardigan gives you a beautiful glow, and your hair accentuates your features beautifully. He could feel his heart skip, like it always did when he saw you.

You were your mom's current replacement as a teacher; you were on college vacation, and you took that time to help out as your mother was on a trip until New Year. He didn’t know there was a change until he saw you for the first time, giving him his son after a small class picnic, being hooked by you.

Sure, he felt ashamed to start having a crush on his son’s teacher, a teacher that was the same age as him, but there was something about you that made him feel safe. It wasn’t just your beauty, though that alone could make anyone lose their breath. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke to the kids with kindness. It was how you listened—not just heard, but truly listened—to the worries and small triumphs of every parent who came to you, as if their world mattered as much as your own.

Taesan wasn’t even sure when it started. Maybe it was the day you knelt down to fix Dohyun’s shoelace with a smile that crinkled the corners of your eyes. Or maybe it was the first time he heard you laugh because of his clumsiness around you—a sound so warm that it felt like his own heart being full. He only remembers his mother pushing him after she realized his feelings for her when he went to a parents meeting with her favorite flowers.

Whatever it was, it was undeniable now.

“Dad, you’re staring.” Dohyun’s voice cut through his thoughts once again, dragging his gaze from you to the tiny smirk on his son’s face.

“I’m not,” Taesan replied quickly, his ears flushing pink as he clipped Dohyun’s suspenders in place. “I’m just making sure my favorite elf is recital ready.”

“No… You were looking at Miss Y/N again.” He raised his eyebrows several times, teasing him, and Taesan was about to hide under that table.

“Just be quiet, or you will not have hot chocolate at home.” He used his dad card, and the kid “zipped” his mouth. But not long after that, he dropped a sentence that felt like a snowball being smashed on his face.

“Can Miss Y/N be my mom?”

“Dohyun, lower your voice!” Taesan’s voice was barely above a whisper, his face now fully red, matching the poinsettias decorating the room for ambiance.

“Why? Grandma says she’s nice, pretty, and that you like her.” Dohyun was so unbothered, completely the opposite of his panicking dad. He had to finish working in the suspenders and put him on the ground. Kids really had the uncanny ability to expose your deepest thoughts without even trying.

“It’s… complicated, buddy,” he somehow managed to say, smoothing down Dohyun’s costume as a distraction. “And it’s not something you can just ask. She’s your teacher, and I’m—”

“Handsome, responsible, and funny!” Dohyun interrupted, and Taesan's eyes widened. “That’s what Grandma says. I say you make the best pancakes. She’d like you if you made her pancakes, Dad.”

“You’re spending too much time with your grandma.” Taesan shook his head, trying not to laugh at the attempt of both his mom and his own son, trying to make him find someone.

“It's okay, Dad. I’ll tell her for you. Miss Y/N!” Never in a million years would Taesan have imagined his son screaming at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of everyone backstage. His face turned a deeper shade of crimson as he watched you walking to both of you.

You arrived in no time, smiling at Taesan before kneeling down to his eye level. “Yes, Dohyun?” you asked warmly.

“My dad wants to ask you to—”

“If the makeup is well executed!” Taesan came up with an excuse faster than the speed of light; he made a ‘quiet’ gesture to Dohyun when he saw you viewing the makeup.

“Yes, Taesan, it’s well done. You got better.”

“Okay! Listen up, we are about to go to the stage. Please separate into groups: Santas, elves, and reindeer." The other teacher that was in charge of the choreography called out the kids, and Dohyun left them both alone. The parents of the rest of the kids were starting to leave, rushing to their seats to set all the cameras to record every moment of their child's recital. “Let’s rehearse before we go to the stage.”

A touch on his shoulder made him turn his sight from his son to you, the culprit. You smiled softly at him, and he couldn’t help but do the same.

“How are you, Taesan? You haven’t been around for a few weeks.” You said, going around collecting some trash left behind, him helping right away willingly.

It was refreshing having someone the same age as you around, aside from your college friends, and you couldn’t lie to yourself that meeting Taesan was something that you would love to do in all your lives.

He was not only handsome, but how he was a person spoke volumes about his character—gentle, attentive, and full of strength. He also had this goofy side of him; he only showed his son that you could catch a glimpse of it and laugh quietly without the duo noticing it; his clumsy side, however, was the one you saw the most.

“I’ve been good, just work and college. I got vacation from both, and that’s why I could come to see Dohyun.” Taesan replied, trying to keep his tone steady as he picked up a stray juice box.

“That’s amazing. He couldn’t stop mentioning every day how many days were left for you to be on a break.” Both of you laughed, going to the trash cans and depositing everything in your hands.

“He made me practice his lines, and not to brag, but his dance is amazing.” You give him a soft chuckle while Taesan scratches the back of his neck.

“He’s adorable, and he’s lucky to have you. You’re doing a great job, Dongmin.”

Whenever you said his real name, it was like a warm hug to his heart; he felt reassured and couldn’t help but break into a smile with the words coming from you. “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot.”

“Y/N, the kids are about to go to the stage; take the “reindeers.”” Another teacher caught your attention, and you remembered why you were there in the first place.

“I’m going! You should also leave backstage; seeing your son in the front is so much better." Because of the excitement, you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, your fingers intertwined, that left him shocked. You looked down on what you did and immediately lost his hand from yours, embarrassed. “Sorry!”

He saw you running to your designated group, catching a small glimpse of how your ears turned red. Taesan stood there for a moment, his hand tingling where yours had just been, as if your touch had left an imprint.

He walked out of the backstage area with a lovesick smile, a smile that was caught by her mom, who laughed quietly with her husband. He took the recording camera from his backpack when the place exploded with claps and cheers; the kids were slowly entering, and Dohyun spotted Taesan immediately.

He waved at Dohyun with equal excitement when he realized he was front row and center, letting his parents know, and they also brought up their phones with the same excitement as him. His eyes went to you; you moved gracefully across the stage, gently guiding the kids into their spots with a smile, whispering encouragement to a nervous child—you were a natural at this; even if it was not your job, you still poured your heart into it.

The lights dimmed, and the music began to play. He couldn’t help but smile tenderly and chuckle at Dohyun’s acting and dancing. He was the best and stayed on beat, almost the same as he used to do when he was a child, or that’s what his mom told him. The room was filled with the sound of parents cheering and clapping as cameras flashed to capture the adorable chaos of mismatched choreography.

You could be slightly seen with two other teachers clapping along and mouthing the words to the song as you watched the kids with pride. The moment the performance ended, there was a burst of applause, and Taesan was so into the moment that he even stood up, cheering louder than anyone to make himself noticed to Dohyun, followed by his parents.

Dohyun bowed dramatically, soaking in the attention like the tiny star he was. The curtain of the theater shut down slowly, and he watched his clock; he had time.

“Mom, can I ask you for permission for something?” His mother looked at him and nodded. “Can you help me next week in making Dohyun fall asleep early?”

“What day? You sound very specific.”

“December 24th.” His mom opened her eyes and gave him full attention.

“On Christmas Eve? You better give me a good reason.” She said, his arms crossing on top of her purse.

“I’m going to take Y/N on a date.” He could see how a happy face was starting to form on her face.

“Oh my! Finally, I guess she accepted your date.” She said, her hands clapping together, and he just could scratch the back of his head. His mother's face lit down. “You didn’t even ask her, did you?”

“Yeah, I just want to grab the car keys to go to the flower shop, give her flowers to congratulate her on this show, and then ask her out.” His mom watched her watch and quickly analyzed a pamphlet about the show schedule that she was handed before it began.

“You have thirty minutes before Dohyun’s second act. Go, now.” Taesan kissed his mom's cheek and grabbed the car keys, walking outside the theater before running to the parking lot. Since he already gave her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, he will do it again but with her second favorite, and it will be something equally thoughtful but not repetitive. He drove quickly to the flower shop he had frequented since realizing his feelings for you, one that was near the school and was owned by one of his parents' friends.

“Another bouquet for the teacher?” Sungho teased, arranging the blooms when he saw his friend coming in.

“Her second favorite this time,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. Sungho picked out the flower after he gave him the name, and before he focused on decorating the present, he extended a white card.

“Write her something; you will not always give her only the flowers, do you?” Taesan quickly grabbed a pen from the counter and thought about it, writing almost immediately.

By the time he returned to the theater, his hands held a beautifully arranged bouquet of white lilies and soft pink carnations, neatly tied with a silver ribbon. Before he went inside backstage again, he looked around to see if there was anybody there, but knowing that in ten minutes it would start, Dohyun’s second act, they were rehearsing downstairs.

He spotted you near the dressing rooms, helping one of the kids adjust their Santa hat. He gathered every ounce of courage he had to approach you with the bouquet in hand. Not realizing there was a chair and hitting his leg with it, making some noise in the theater and catching your attention.

“Oh God, Taesan! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He stammered, rubbing his shin awkwardly and clutching the bouquet tightly in his other hand. “I, uh, didn’t see the chair there.”

“You have a talent for finding things to trip over, don’t you?”

“Guess it’s a skill,” he joked, his ears burning and looking at the flowers, extending his arms to you. “These are for you. I probably won’t see you after the show since I promised Dohyun to go to Lotte World as soon as this finishes. The show so far has been amazing; you did amazing. Congratulations.”

Your eyes widened as you took the bouquet, the thoughtful arrangement making you smile and the fragrance of the flowers shutting your eyes. “This is so sweet, Dongmin. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he was quick on his feet saying that, relaxing at that moment as he watched you admiring the flowers. “Also, what are you doing on December 24th?”

“Honestly, since both of my parents are on that trip and my sister is with her family, I was just thinking of binge-watching the Harry Potter saga and ordering food.” You said, and it was like a December miracle for Taesan. “Why the question?”

He inhaled deeply and tried to maintain his composure. “I was wondering if you’d let me take you out for dinner on Christmas Eve.”

Your pretty eyes went straight up to him, big and round in surprise and slowly melting into a softer look. “Like a date?”

“Yeah. But it’s okay if you don’t want it; probably me asking that question makes you feel weird. I’m so sorry; you can act like nothing—”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” You interrupted him, and that’s when he paid close attention to you; your cheeks were flushed, and an unusual shy smile was on your face. A pretty view for him.

Taesan just stood there, blinking a few times, processing your answer as his heart leaped at your words. “Wait. You would?” His question was practically whispered in order to not fool himself.

“Yes. I have Christmas activities with my sister’s family in the afternoon of the 25th, and I’d really like to spend my Christmas Eve with you.”

Taesan’s early awkwardness was a fast exchange for pure joy, a smile on his face exteriorizing what he was feeling at that moment. “Okay, great! I will text you what you have to wear and the time. I’ll pick you up.”

The sound of the bells announcing that the act will start in less than two minutes made you both flinch a little, popping the bubble you two created. You started stepping back, tripping with a table on the way and laughing because of your nerves. At least he was not tripping this time.

“Sounds amazing! I mean… yeah. I’ll be in touch with you.” you said, your voice trailing off and an embarrassed look on your face. “I got to go to place the kids. See you on the 24th!”

This time you ran to the dressing rooms, noticing how you held the flowers so carefully it might fall. When he saw that nobody was around, he couldn’t help but jump in joy because he did; he got out of his comfort zone and decided to give himself another chance to love. He ran back to his place with his parents; his mother didn’t even let him sit.

“Did she say ‘yes’?” Taesan looked at his mom, the smile still on his face, giving her mom a nod; she slapped him on the shoulder in happiness.

Taesan sat watching the curtain being opened again, paying close attention to his son but already feeling completely excited a week in advance.

Taesan checked himself in the full-length mirror located in the living room. Dohyun was deep in sleep after reading him a fairytale with his parents. The clock was pointing to 7 pm, and it was about time to pick up Y/N from her place; he sighed in a way to calm his nerves out.

“You look really handsome, son.” His mother's voice made him look at her through the mirror, giving her a side smile. She came next to him and moved him so both could be face to face. She fixed his son's tie and the collar of the long coat he was wearing to protect himself from the cold. “Why are you nervous?”

“I haven’t had a date in like six years.”

“It's because you were healing, son. Losing someone as precious as Dohyun’s mom was, it takes time to close that wound. But I’m proud that you’re ready to open your heart again.”

For the first time in a long time, his mom cupped his face; her eyes were watery, trying to keep her tears from falling. “Y/N is a wonderful young girl, and if Dohyun adores her, then you can bet she’s special.”

“Thanks, Mom, that means a lot.” He squeezed her hands on her face and gave her a kiss.

“Go get her son.” She gave one last encouraging word, and she extended a small present that he bought for the girl. He grabbed the car keys, saying goodbye on the way out.

The car ride to your house, he had to put on some music, distracting himself and only making a small stop at the flower shop once again, Sungho was already outside with another bouquet, this time with red roses and winter greenery, tied together with a pretty green ribbon resting on the passenger seat.

He shut down the car in front of your house, taking a deep breath before stepping out with the flowers. He knocked on your door with his heart beating faster.

“Coming down!” He started to look around; the streets were decorated, and the lights were as colorful as they could be. He listened to your heels and paid attention to the door being open, his mouth opened a little, taken aback by you.

You were dressed in a long, deep emerald green dress; a long coat was also draped over your shoulders, and your hairstyle framed your face like a picture he won’t forget.

“Wow…” he couldn’t help but say that out loud, making your cheeks flush to the compliment. “You look breathtaking; I have no words.”

Your smile widened at his sincere reaction as you stepped out onto the porch. “Thank you, Taesan. You look perfect; I love it.”

He held out the bouquet of roses with his signature shy smile. “These are for you.”

You took the flowers, smelling the sweet fragrance that made you calm your own nerves. “They’re perfect. Let me put these in water before we go.” You disappeared into the house briefly, leaving him to exhale deeply as he watched your figure respectfully from behind.

When you returned, he offered you his arm like a gentleman. “Shall we?”

You chuckled, slipping your arm through his. “We shall.”

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence at first, the soft hum of holiday jazz playing in the background. Occasionally, you couldn’t help but glance at him, the way his fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the music, his focused view on the road, and even his focused pouts that made you smile without him noticing it.

He caught you looking once and shot you a quick, boyish grin that made your stomach flutter.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going, or is it a surprise?” you asked.

“A little bit of both. Actually, we just arrived.” He pulled into the parking lot of a cozy, upscale restaurant adorned with twinkling fairy lights and garlands. The festive ambiance spilling out onto the snowy street caught your eye the moment you stepped out of the car when he opened the door for you.

“Taesan, this looks amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted tonight to feel special for the both of us.” He paused a second before he showed the palm of his hand. “May I?”

You didn’t hesitate on putting your hand, interwining your fingers, “Yes, Dongmin.”

Inside, the restaurant was even more magical. There were candles flickering on every table, a live jazz band in the corner giving amazing ambiance, and the waiter already pointing at your table. Taesan opened the chair for you, and when you sat, he went directly to his spot.

Your table was near the fireplace, and you were thankful for that because of the cold weather. Your coats were being taken away, and you looked at him directly in his eyes.

“Be honest: how long have you been planning this?”

You could see his ears turning red, a sheepish smile making your heart skip. “If we speak about me building the courage to ask you on a date, a couple of months. If we talk about the date, it came all together this week.”

“Months?” Your surprise was genuine, and he simply nodded. He didn’t seem to be that shy anymore, a small amount of confidence in his aura. “I had no idea.”

“We were busy, and I wanted it to be perfect,” he admitted, leaning slightly forward, his hands resting on the table.

“Well, so far, it’s perfect. Probably the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had in all my twenty years.”

His gaze softened with relief. “That’s great to hear.”

“Good evening, I’m Jihoon, your waiter of the night. Here are your menus, and let me know what you would like to eat.” You two gave a small bow and opened the cards. Taesan sneaked a few looks at you when you glanced over the options.

“What would you recommend? You seem to know this place pretty well.” you said, setting your menu down.

He gave a low chuckle. “Their steak is fantastic, but if you’re not a fan of that, the salmon is also great. Or… we could share a couple of appetizers and try different things."

“Look at you, already planning for us to share.” You raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Just an idea,” he shrugged, grinning at you.

After placing your orders and receiving them, the conversations flowed effortlessly. From favorite holiday memories to even sharing facts about you two, Taesan is already doing mental notes for anything in the future.

“I can’t believe you were always selected for the school shows when you were little. No wonder Dohyun dances so well.” You laugh as you drink your glass of wine. Taesan raised his shoulders, feeling proud.

“It’s true,” he said, his new playful side shining. “I was a star back in the day. They couldn't resist my moves. And now Dohyun’s carrying my legacy.”

You laughed again, infecting him in the process. “I’d love to see old videos of that. I bet you were adorable.”

“Oh no, you’d never let me live it down.”

“Probably not,” you teased, swirling your wine glass. “But it’d be worth it.”

He shook his head, smiling. “I’ll think about it. Maybe if this goes well, I might show you.”

You decided to mess with him a little, so you tilted your head, faking curiosity. “‘If this goes well?’ You mean it’s not going well already?”

You saw how he froze for a moment before realizing your teasing tone. “Oh no, it’s going perfectly. I just mean—uh, you know, if you’d want to go out again sometime.”

“I think I’d like that, Taesan.” You let that grin escape from your lips naturally.

The plates were cleared in the middle of the conversation, being changed by a dessert—a shared crème brûlée that Taesan insisted you try first—he watched you with a soft gaze, a gaze that made your heart flutter.

“Want to know something?” You broke the caramelized sugar with your spoon as well as the silence. “I didn’t expect this night to feel so comfortable.”

“Really? How so?” he asked with his brow raising slightly with his curiosity peaking. You extend your spoon with a portion of the dessert in it right in front of him; he looks at you seriously, and you put on your best doe eyes.

Contrary to your belief, he took the spoon and copied your movements before. “I insist, Y/N. Try it first.” His voice was deep and warm. It made you feel a shiver down your spine, and, reluctantly, you took the spoonful of dessert, the creamy sweetness melting on your tongue.

“Oh my God, wow,” he smirked, satisfied at your reaction.

“Told you. This place never disappoints.” He grabbed another spoon and ate a portion he picked himself. You two were still eating and talking when the waiter came.

“Sorry for interrupting, but it’s already late, and we need to close. Here’s your bill.” Taesan and you looked at each other, wide-eyed in disbelief. You grab your phone from your purse and gasp.

“Taesan, it’s 11 o’clock.” You put your phone back in your purse to grab your wallet but stopped when Taesan gave you a soft look, giving his credit card to the waiter.

“I’ll take you home right after this. No worries,” he said, caressing your hand with his free hand.

“Thank you, but next time, I’m paying,” you crossed your arms playfully.

“Next time? I’ll hold you to that.” The payment was fast, and you saw another waiter holding both of your coats. The female waitress put the coat softly over your shoulders and so did Taesan once he put the card back in his wallet.

The moment you stepped out into the cold night air, the crystal door finally had the “close” sign. As you two walked to the car hand in hand, snowflakes began to fall gently from the sky, settling on your hair and on the coat like they were feathers. “It’s snowing,” you murmured, your breath visible in the cold air.

Taesan glanced up and then back at you, his steps slowing down as he admired you. “It is,” his voice was almost like a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. “Kind of perfect, isn’t it?”

“It truly is.” When you reached the car, he opened the door for you; his hand brushed yours as you got in, and he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

The drive back to your house was quiet but comfortable, taking your time driving since the streets were not completely full due to the people sleeping or celebrating either in a bar in Itaewon or in their houses.

When he finally pulled up to your house after a beautiful trip watching the lights, he turned to you, his hand resting on the steering wheel. “We have finally arrived. I had a really great time.”

“Me too, Taesan. It was unforgettable.”

“But before we finish this night, I have one last thing.” Taesan stretches himself to open the glove compartment, revealing a small box wrapped in Christmas-designed paper. He took it and waited for you to react. “It’s 10 minutes till Christmas, but happy holidays, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at the gift in his hands; it had been a long time since you celebrated either the holidays or received something, the reason why your eyes were watering a little. “Taesan, you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to. Go on, open it.”

You carefully peeled back the wrapping under his sight, and you actually couldn’t contain your happiness. Inside was a delicate bracelet; the center had a small charm of a sun that shimmered under the light.

“I picked the sun because, it may sound cliché, but you have this light that attracts people and makes everything warmer and brighter with just your presence. just like the sun,” he finished with a soft and genuine smile. His words settle over you like the snowflakes outside.

You blinked, a tear falling as you smiled. “Dongmin, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you’ll wear it,” he offered with a small smile. His fingers brushed against yours as he gently took the bracelet from the box. “Here, let me.”

His hands were warm despite the chill in the air; they were as warm as your heart. You’ve never felt this loved by somebody aside from your family, and this dinner just confirmed that you had more than just a crush on Dongmin. Once it was secured, he turned your wrist, taking a risk to deposit a kiss on your hand.

“All done.” Your eyes met, and it was like time was running slowly, all to both of your favor to taste the moment.

“You’ve just created an amazing Christmas Eve.” This time, you cupped his face with your free hand, feeling how his thumb traced imaginary figures on the skin of your hand.

“I’m happy to hear that. Should we call it a night?” he asked softly, though his tone hinted he didn’t really want the evening to end.

“Only if you promise there’ll be more dates.”

His grin was immediate; his confidence shines through his aura. “I promise. Many more.”

“Then, yes. We can call it a night.” You both laughed, the feeling of tenderness in every fiber of your body.

“Let me walk you through the door.” After Taesan said that, he stepped out of the car before you could even protest, quickly rounded the vehicle, and opened your door, offering his hand to help you out.

As you reached the small porch, you took out your phone, watching exactly that there was one minute till Christmas, and you smiled. You stopped your steps, and Taesan did the same, looking at you with tenderness.

“Everything okay?” he asked, tilting his head in an adorable manner.

“Yes, I’m just waiting for the midnight fireworks.” You pointed to the sky; the moon shined brightly, and you could see how he was focused on seeing the moment. “Taesan?”

“Yes?” His gaze went back to yours; his hair had some snowflakes that made him look adorable.

“I want to give you something; just close your eyes.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn’t hesitate to do it. Your gaze went back to the phone, then seconds.

You put your things carefully beside you on the floor, your eyes on his pretty pink lips, before closing your eyes and putting your lips on top of his. The fireworks decided to join as background noise and the cheer of some people in the street who were watching the show. But that truly didn’t matter.

The world seemed to pause in the warmth of the kiss. Taesan froze for a moment, startled, but quickly melted into the moment. His hand cupped your cheek gently as the other one snaked to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He wanted to cuss when you finally pulled back, breathless and cheeks flushed, your eyes found him staring at you with wide eyes with his lips parted slightly in surprise. “That’s… quite the Christmas gift.”

Taesan’s eyes caught something above your head and gave a soft laugh, pointing at the object. “You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

“In my defense, my sister decorated the entrance. But I’m grateful for it.” You both were now staring at the mistletoe.

“That makes two of us,” Taesan replied softly. his hand now holding both of your hands. You took his hands and kissed them before taking all your stuff from the ground, taking the key of the house, and opening it. You stayed in the door frame with a silly smile on your face.

“Merry Christmas, Dongmin.” You spoke, and he did a small bow to you.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he said. He started to walk away, and you closed the door. You left your stuff on the table beside the entrance as your back was resting on the door, your heart beating like crazy. A few seconds pass, and you get startled by a knock on the door.

You opened fully when you saw Taesan again.

“Is there something—” His lips crashed with yours, his hands on your waist with confidence, and your hands simply traveled to the back of his head. He lifted you from the ground without breaking the kiss, spinning in the same spot, smiling in the middle of the kiss.

When Taesan finally set you down, both of you were breathless with your foreheads resting against each other, shy and giddy smiles on your faces.

“I couldn’t leave without doing that,” he confessed, his thumbs gently brushing your sides and your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself.

“And I couldn’t let you go without telling you why this date was so comfortable to me,” you sighed, feeling your heart rising as the nerves came back to you. “I really like you, Dongmin, and I would love to be your new chance to love again. I don’t care that you’re a single dad; I don’t care if you made mistakes in the past; what I care about right now is if you feel the same way as I do.”

With each word you said, you saw how his gaze got softer. “You’ve no idea how long I've been trying to find the right moment to say it, but I’m going to say the truth. I’ve been a little scared of what it could mean and of what might come next. But you turned my life upside down with just a smile and gave me the courage to finally do it.”

His hands grabbed yours, the tension beginning to ease away as your feelings were reciprocated. “I’m all in if you let me, Y/N. I’m ready to try and make you fall in love each day.”

“Dongmin, I’m already in love.” His hands slid from your hands to hold your face the second you said that, initiating a softer and slower kiss. You both could feel all the positive emotions in your bodies. Even more joy.

“God, I’m glad I didn’t leave,” Taesan whispered, making you chuckle, your heart swelling with warmth.

“I’m glad you stayed.” His smile was all you needed to confirm that this was right, that love had found its way to both of you in a way neither of you expected, yet both had been yearning for.

─── IT BEGAN TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS! and this present is for all my people in @onedoornet thank you for this amazing year and let's keep growing this community. forever grateful with @gluion for letting me in ❅

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