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off limits - part five

pairing: brother’sbestfriend! henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6 coming soon

After getting the ominous text from Theo, your mind had been racing a million miles a minute. You had no idea why he suddenly wanted to hang out with you and Henry, specifically. Theo wasn’t even really supposed to know that you and Henry had been spending time together.

You tried to distract yourself with a whole lists of hobbies, but your mind kept running back to wondering what Theo wanted to talk about. Theo wasn’t normally very secretive. He was normally an extrovert who didn’t keep anything in. You started preparing yourself for the chance that Theo knew about you and Henry.

Theo had sent you an address for some gala being hosted by the company he worked for. The only other information he gave you was that you’d talk once you got there.

You tried to assure yourself that if he was going to yell at you for dating-but-not-dating his best friend, he probably wouldn’t have picked a public event.

You got dressed up, as the invitation mentioned, and arrived at the gala way earlier than you were supposed to. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Henry since you got the text from Theo. You both were mentally spiraling and needed some time to think.

When it was finally an acceptable time, you headed into the lobby, where you saw Henry waiting. He was sitting on a bench, anxiously tapping his leg.

He gave you a soft smile once he saw you. He was so anxious that he couldn’t even force himself to stand and give you a hug.

“Theo here yet?” You asked him, trying to keep your hands from shaking. He shook his head. “Haven’t seen him yet,” he told you.

You grabbed your phone out of your purse, hoping you could distract yourself. It didn’t work. You anxiously switched between your Instagram feed and your email for ten minutes, until Theo showed up.

When Theo finally walked through the door, you and Henry practically jumped. “Hey, Theo. How are you?” You asked, giving your brother a quick hug. You were partially convinced that if you acted like everything was okay, maybe it would be. “Hey, guys. It’s good to see you both.” Theo said, also giving Henry a hug.

“So, you guys are probably wondering about my text. I’m sorry that I was so vague, but I was worried that neither of you would agree if I told you beforehand.” Theo started to explain.

Your fears that this was about you and Henry started to fade, but they were replaced by fears that this was worse.

“So, you both know that you’re the maid of honor and best man at the wedding, which me and Sarah are so happy about. But, we knew neither of you had a date yet to the wedding, so me and Sarah wanted to set you both up.” Theo finished explaining.

You and Henry were stunned. You glanced over at Henry, trying to read his expression. You both had been so worried about Theo finding out, and now, it sounded like he wanted the two of you to be together. You weren’t sure what you were hearing. Neither one of you knew how to respond.

“So, Sarah’s on her way in with two of our friends. We think you’ll love them. For you, we have my coworker Todd. He loves all your favorite movies, and he’s really into cooking. And Henry, Sarah has this friend named Mia, who owns this little bakery downtown. And if all goes well, maybe they could be your dates to the wedding.” Theo said, causing a pit to form in both yours and Henry’s stomachs.

Theo wasn’t setting you up with Henry. He was setting you both up with different people. You couldn’t even tell Theo that you weren’t interested because both your dates already in the parking lot.

“Alright. One of you say something, please. You’re scaring me.” Theo said, noticing your stunned reactions.

You were pissed. Theo had ambushed you.

“What’s to say? They’re already here, aren’t they?” You said, with a slight bitterness. Henry and Theo both picked up on it, but neither of them mentioned it.

Then, the front door to the lobby opened, and Sarah walked in with two people behind her. Sarah smiled at you both, unaware of the awkward tension in the room.

“Hey, guys. This is Todd and Mia.” Sarah said, introducing you all. You politely smiled at Todd, who was giving you an expectant look. “Shall we?” He asked you, holding out his arm for you. You reluctantly held onto his arm, and he led you into the banquet hall.

Henry didn’t realize how protective he was over you until he saw you with Todd. It made Henry sick to his stomach.

Todd brought you over to your assigned table. You glanced at the name tags and realized that all six of you were at one table. Todd pulled out your chair for you, but you still didn’t even want to look at him.

“So, you work with Theo?” You asked with a desperate attempt at conversation. Todd nodded his head and starting rambling about his job. You watched Henry, Mia, Theo, and Sarah start heading towards your table and prepared for the disaster that you knew would occur.

You zoned out as Todd rambled on and on. Henry gave you a sympathetic look as he sat down. You’re weren’t mad at Henry in anyway, but for some reason, you hoped that he would stand up to Theo and fight for you. You knew it was a crazy hope and that Henry wouldn’t do it. Henry had promised you that he’d keep whatever your relationship was a secret from Theo. He wouldn’t break that promise without your permission.

As if you weren’t feeling upset enough, watching Mia practically drool over Henry wasn’t helping.

“I’m going to go get a drink. If anyone wants to come with.” Sarah excused herself, starting to pick up on the tension. “We’ll come with you,” Mia volunteered, grabbing onto Henry’s hand.

You watched Henry’s eyes widen as he was dragged away from the table. “While they’re gone, I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a minute.” Todd excused himself as well.

“So how do you like him?” Theo asked from across the table as soon as Todd was out of earshot.

You refused to look at Theo. You fixed your attention on the other side of the room and didn’t budge. “Hello? What’s wrong?” Theo asked you.

“I’m fucking pissed at you. That’s what’s wrong.” You snapped at him. Theo looked genuinely shocked by your response. “You’re mad because I…got you a date?” He asked, confused.

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through your hair. “No, I’m mad because you ambushed me. You didn’t ask if I was interested, and I couldn’t have said no because he was already here.” You ranted. Theo was trying to reason with you, but all the stress from hiding your feelings for Henry was bubbling up.

“I was just trying to be helpful. I just want you to be happy.” Theo told you. You believed him, and you knew he had good intentions, but sometimes his execution was shit. “Maybe I already am happy. Maybe I don’t want to be in a relationship right now. Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean I have to. I mean, I get enough of this shit from mom. I don’t need it from you too.” You said, standing up from the table and walking away.

You started walking towards the lobby again. You walked past the bar, and Sarah and Henry saw that you were fuming. “I’m gonna go check on her. Can you get me a drink?” Henry asked Mia, to which she quickly nodded.

Henry followed you into the lobby. “Hey, wait up. It’s me.” He called after you. You stopped when you recognized his voice. You turned around to face him and a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Talk to me,” Henry said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug. You hated how safe you felt with him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him like it would make your problems go away. “I am so fucking pissed at Theo for this, and this has all been so much recently. I’ve just fucking had it.” You rambled.

Henry rubbed your back as you ranted to him. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to complain so much. I mean, you’re going through this too, and I haven’t heard you complain once.” You apologized.

Henry took your hand and pulled you over to one of the benches against the wall. He sat down next to you. “You’re allowed to complain all you want. This fucking sucks. And trust me, I am just as upset as you are.” He comforted you, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. You never felt alone when you were with Henry.

“You’re such a good listener. You should be my therapist. God knows I’m gonna need one after tonight,” you joked, laughing as you wiped another tear off your cheek.

“I hate seeing you cry.” Henry said, grabbing one of your hands in his. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

You saw a flash of doubt in Henry’s eyes for a split second, and then he cupped your face with his free hand. Then, he slowly leaned in to kiss you. It wasn’t like any of the other times you’d kissed Henry. Normally, it was heat of the moment and rushed. This was different. It was slow and sweet.

You leaned into the kiss. Butterflies swirled around inside you. You interlaced your fingers with Henry’s. It was magical.

Henry could feel you smile against the kiss. For a second, his feelings for you were simple. In that moment, he didn’t care about anything else, especially Theo. He just wanted you.

“Hey, Theo said you ran off. I wanted to come check on you.” Todd said, bursting into the room before realizing what was going on.

You and Henry froze. You half expected Henry to jump away from you. He didn’t. He let his hand rest on your waist. “I’m sorry. We really had no idea Theo was going to set us up. Theo doesn’t know about this. Please, don’t tell him.” You apologized.

Todd nodded and left you both alone.

Henry quickly stood up. “I need to go talk to Mia.” He said.

“That’s your first reaction after kissing me?” You asked him, half teasing.

“I need to tell her that there is somebody else who makes me very happy. I don’t want to lead her on when I am one thousand percent crazy about you.” He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“What do we do about Theo?” You asked him.

“I think we should talk to him and see how he reacts. There’s so much stuff going on with the wedding in three weeks, but I think we should talk to him after the wedding. I know that’s still a while from now, but I don’t want him to be stressed about the wedding when we talk to him.” He suggested.

You pulled him in for a hug. “I’m going to go hang out with Sarah. I’m not really in the mood to talk to Theo yet. But we’ll talk soon, okay?” You told him. He nodded and smiled before you left.

Then, Henry went to find Mia. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked her. She quickly nodded.

“I had no idea that Theo and Sarah were setting us up today. I don’t want to lead you on, and there’s this girl. I mean, it’s complicated, but it wouldn’t be fair to lie to you. Theo doesn’t know anything about it though.” He explained.

“Thank you for telling me. I really appreciate your honesty. And I totally understand why you’d be nervous to tell Theo.” She told Henry. Henry furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, I’m sorry. What do you mean?” He asked her, curiously.

“Because she’s his sister,” Mia told Henry, as though it was clear as day.

Henry chuckled to himself. “I didn’t realize it was so obvious.” He admitted. Mia shyly nodded her head. “It’s just the way you look at her,” she told him.

They wrapped up their conversation, and Henry went back into the lobby to think. He wanted to seem confident and hopeful in front of you when talking about telling Theo, but Henry was terrified. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin his relationship with his best friend or ruin yours and Theo’s relationship.

The stress had really gotten to Henry over the past few weeks. He felt his eyes start to water from the pure stress and anxiety. He had no one to talk about these things with except you, and he wanted to be strong for you.

Theo walked into the lobby, startling Henry. “You mad at me too? My sister's pissed, and judging by the way Mia and Todd are making out, I’m assuming neither of you were interested in your dates.” Theo said.

Henry shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. Slightly irritated, but not mad. But, I couldn’t date Mia, Theo.” He told him.

Theo noticed the emotion in Henry’s face. “Hey, man, are you alright?” Theo asked, concerned. Henry just shook his head. “There’s this girl. And god, I want to be with her. I think about her all the time, and it fucking sucks because I know how amazing we could be together, but it can’t happen. All I really want to do is take her on a date.” Henry explained, wiping his eyes quickly and faking a smile.

Theo put his hand on Henry’s back. “No one can really stop you though. You should go be with this girl if she makes you happy. Don’t let anything stand in your way.” Theo assured Henry. Henry chuckled to himself at the irony. He knew Theo would have a very different sentiment if he knew the girl was his sister.

“It’s just way too complicated. You have no idea.” Henry told him.

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reidbae · 1 year

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Ecstasy

summary: You’re always nervous around your professor, which he has taken note to, but had chosen not to speak on. It’s not until you come to his classroom late to turn in a missing assignment that he decides to ask you about it, and he’ll do anything for the answer.

warnings/mentions: dom!spencer x sub!reader, teacher x student relationship, tall x short, reader is 22+ and spencer is 32+, age gap, AFAB reader, use of Y/N in slowburn but pet names used during smut (sweetheart, baby, doll, honey, etc), degradation, praise, choking, fingering, rough sex, hair pulling, vaginal sex, office sex technically lol, literally just filth dude

wc: 4.4k

a/n: hey, i’m kit! i write a lot in my free time and i think it’s high time i made a tumblr. this is my first post and the first smut i’ve written in a while. this is partially slowburn but it’s MOSTLY smut. anyway, hope you enjoy and also know that i take requests!

You knocked on the classroom door before entering it, shutting it quietly behind you. “Professor Reid?” you called out, unsure if the intelligent doctor was even here so late.

He looked up from his desk, his nose previously buried in paperwork. He was no doubt grading assignments, and you felt a twinge of guilt for interrupting him.

You nervously cleared your throat, beginning to approach his desk. “I’m sorry for interrupting you. I- I know it’s late. I just have that missing essay you wanted me to make up?” you explained, holding out the essay that you had finished shortly before you got here.

You noticed Spencer’s eyes darting to your clothing, lingering there for a few moments as he seemed to be taking in the view of you. You’d pulled on the first thing you’d found in your closet, a skimpy red dress that was tugging forcefully against your body. Ultimately, however, Spencer didn’t say anything and cleared his throat, then accepted your paper from you.

He looked it over for a second, then spoke up. “This is a lot of work, Y/N. It only needed to be two pages,” he pointed out to you.

You began to sweat at that comment, gazing at him with an apprehensive expression. “I- I know, sir. I just wanted to make up for the fact that I’m turning it in late. I hope you won’t take points off,” you explained. He may have made your palms sweat, but you did still care heavily about your grades.

“I’m not going to,” he said with a soft smile, placing your essay down on his desk. “Your essay seems to be well written, as usual, from what I’ve read so far.”

You could feel your face heat up at his praise and you gently nodded. “Thank you. And thank you again for giving me an extension.”

He nodded, too. “You’re welcome. But I hope you’re aware that I won’t always be so understanding, Y/N. I was glad to give you an extension this time, but I won’t shy away from taking points off if this happens again. I want you to learn to be more punctual,” he sternly continued.

It was conversations like these that made you heavily aware that no matter what you felt, Spencer was still your professor, and he wasn’t afraid to remind you of that. Shyly, you nodded your head, becoming more nervous as the seconds went on. “I- I understand, Professor Reid. I promise that it won’t happen again,” you could barely stammer out, coherent sentences beginning to fail you.

He smiled up at you and gave you another respectful nod. “Good. Make sure you live up to that,” he said firmly.

Did he have to be so overly stern? “I will,�� you simply returned. You weren’t really sure what to say at this point now that the reason you’d come here had been addressed. You took a shaky breath, then nodded in finality. “Well, um, I guess I’d better get going now. Again, sorry to disturb you so late, Professor. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you timidly told Spencer, turning on your feet and starting to walk towards the door.

Spencer’s husky voice stopped you dead in your tracks. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” he asked you. Nervously, you turned back around, looking at him.

“What is it, sir?” you politely responded, giving him your best innocent smile.

“Why are you always so nervous around me?”

Your eyes widened as your cheeks flushed red, caught off guard by his sudden question. You knew that, at some point, he would confront you about your continued nervousness around him that had started the second he became your professor three months ago. You were awful at hiding it: You blush and sweat, you stutter and stammer, and you toy with your hands and hair when he talks to you. You couldn’t be blamed for your attractiveness to the handsome doctor, but, really, you wish you were better at burying it.

“N- nervous?” you responded, in a feeble attempt to sound clueless. “I- I’m not- What makes you say that, Professor?” you asked, knowing exactly why he was asking.

“You seem much more nervous and tense when you talk to me as opposed to when you talk to others. It’s something I’ve noticed since the beginning of the semester,” he explained to you, folding his hands atop his desk.

“Uh, well, you know,” you nervously laughed, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs. “I’m just shy.” Yeah, right.

“You’re loud and exuberant around your other professors, along with your classmates. I’ve heard you laugh and joke with quite a few people. It seems like this nervous demeanor is only saved for me,” he pointed out, sounding completely convinced that he was correct in his observations. He paused for a brief moment before continuing on. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

Your expression turned shocked at the fact that he could possibly think that anything he did would make anyone uncomfortable. “No, no, I swear, it’s not like that,” you mumbled shyly, shaking your head.

“Forgive me for thinking so, Y/N, but my words do hold some truth to them. You are aware of this behavior that you’ve constantly displayed towards me over the last few months, though, correct?” he asked. His words came out so fluently, as though he had been meaning to come to you about this for longer than you’d anticipated. In regards to how you were speaking at the moment, you wish you could say the same.

“S- Somewhat,” you admitted.

He looked more intrigued now that you had confirmed the fact that you were nervous around him. He leaned back in his chair now, hands in his lap as he stared up at you. “Then, tell me what it is that’s making you nervous. I’d like to clear up whatever it is.”

You immediately shook your head, eyes still averted from the brunette professor. “I- It’s nothing.”

“It’s not ‘nothing’ if you’re constantly stuttering when you talk to me, or fidgeting with your hands when I walk by your desk,” he said, his stern tone growing increasingly prominent with each word he said. “I want to know what’s going on, Y/N.”

“Nothing’s going on,” you instantly defended. You were not in the mood to blow your cover about this. Not today, and maybe not ever.

“Oh, really?” he asked you in return, cocking an eyebrow. “You just told me you know that your behavior has been odd over the last few months,” he sighed. He grabbed a pen on his desk, clicking it a few times before continuing. “You and I both know there’s something wrong. This issue will never be resolved if you don’t discuss it with me. I promise that it will be to your benefit.”

You couldn’t help but remain silent. If you spoke, you’d stutter, only further proving Spencer’s point. You didn’t shake your head or give any sign at all that you’d heard him.

At this, he sighed again, shaking his head from what you could see out of the corner of your eye. “Am I going to have to figure it out for myself?” he asked you in a genuine tone. His voice, you noticed, was notably lower than it was before.

You only rolled your eyes in response to that. The fact that he had asked why you were nervous was one thing, but the idea of him attempting to figure it out was much more daunting, and you weren’t looking forward to it.

“Don’t give me that, Y/N,” he demanded when you rolled your eyes, tone fierce. “If you can’t verbally tell me what’s going on, your body language will.“

“My body language has nothing to tell,” you tried to correct him, trembling hands finding your hair and messing with it anxiously, eyes still torn from Spencer’s.

“You seriously believe that?” he almost scoffed, shaking his head. “I teach you how to read this stuff. Your body language has nothing to tell? You mean your shaky hands, stuttering, and red face have nothing to tell? Or, what about the fact that your hands are tangled in your hair? Or, that you can’t even look at me?” he went on, and he didn’t stop there.

“Do you want me to list every possibility I can think of until you tell me why you’re so nervous?” he asked. There was no tone of joke in his words: You knew that he would do it, and he’d do it with pride, at that.

“No,” you told him, the first word you’d said since the beginning of his ramble.

“Are you sure? Maybe that’s what you need.” Maybe it was the hour or the context of the situation, but you could swear for a second that this sentence had some air of teasing to it.

“I- I don’t, Professor Reid,” you stammered out.

“Tell me something, Y/N. Why are you the only student I have who still calls me ‘Professor Reid?’” he questioned.

“It’s respectful,” you tried, but it sounded like bullshit even as the words left your tongue. Spencer wasn’t that far off your age. Every one of your classmates called him by his first name, as he had said he was comfortable with several times. But you knew that calling him by his first name would put him on the same level as you, and if you didn’t see him as your professor, you weren’t sure you’d be able to control yourself.

“I’ve said several times that it’s okay to call me Spencer. All of my students do, and some even call me ‘Reid,’ they’re that comfortable. Yet, you only use ‘Professor,’ ‘Professor Reid,’ and ‘sir’ to address me,” he went on. You slowly started to realize that he was profiling you, and you felt your face grow redder, already knowing the outcome: He would figure you out.

In hopes of making yourself seem clueless, you shrugged. He wasn’t buying it, and asked, “Does this have anything to do with your continued nervousness around me?”

“I- I’m not nervous,” you could barely manage to get out, let alone lie properly. Deflection was your last hope of getting Spencer to drop this topic, a hope that you were almost positive would not be worth hoping for.

“Look at me, then, Y/N.”

No. Immediately, no.

“If you’re so ‘not nervous’ around me like you say, then look at me. If you’re not anxious, or shy, you should have no problem doing so,” Spencer said in a confident tone.

“I- I can’t look at you,” you immediately returned. You wanted to, but given the context of this situation, you knew he’d easily get you to talk if you did.

“Why?” he asked, his tone one of pure and utter confusion. Because I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I do.

“I just can’t,” you repeated, rubbing your eyes.

He sighed again, sounding genuinely exasperated. “Do you need me to profile it out of you, Y/N? Because I have no trouble doing that,” he said sternly. “I want you to feel comfortable around me. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on with you.”

When you didn’t respond, he took a deep breath, tapping his fingers on his desk before standing up and continuing. You were really looking away now. The fact that he was at least five inches taller than you was not helping.

“You show common signs of tenseness when I’m around you, like a stiff jaw, sweating, shaking, and, above all, avoiding eye contact,” he started, and you scoffed. Fucking profilers.

“Your body language offers common tells of your continued nervousness around me, like touching your face, constantly fidgeting with your hands and hair, and turning red when I say your name.”

“Stop,” you managed to say, your face growing darker at his words. But he continued.

“You’re talkative and open with others, but closed off and shy with me. You talk with your hands during class but they find their way into your hair the second I’m in your presence,” he went on.

“Stop,” you tried again, your voice growing quieter and your singular word coming out in a low whisper.

“You’re my only student who seems to refuse to call me by my first name. You can present in my class without flash cards but are unable to form clear, coherent sentences around me-“

“For fuck’s sake, Spencer, I’m attracted to you!” you finally blurted, unable to take any more of this.

He stopped talking, looking at you as if he was physically unable to process what you had just said. “What?”

“I’m attracted to you,” you repeated again, finally looking up at him and now realizing how hard it would be. Your cheeks were clearly flushed red, and your body was trembling.

He chuckled for a second, then immediately stopped. “That’s what this is?” he asked you in disbelief, his tone evidently amused, as if this was something he heard on the daily basis. “Attraction?”

“Yes,” you returned.

“And it makes you this nervous to talk to me?” he asked you genuinely, but his voice still showed underlying tones of amusement.

“Yes.”

He thought for a moment, truly taking in your words. Then, a faint smirk danced across his face as he walked around his desk with his hands in his pockets, stopping a few feet away from you.

You refused to give him whatever satisfaction he seemed to be gaining by teasing you and looked away as he looked at you. He chuckled, stepping closer. “You’re nervous because of a little crush? Come on, Y/N. How old are you?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes again and remained silent.

“Look at me,” he said sternly, taking another step closer. There was now minimal distance between the two of you. It would be easy to lean and kiss him. What the hell is he doing to you?

All you did was shake your head. Absolutely not.

He reached out to cup your cheek, caressing his thumb over it as he looked down at you with a smirk, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re always so good in class. Be a good girl for me now, won’t you, Y/N?” he cooed, continuing to smooth his thumb over your face. You felt yourself growing redder by the second.

You shook your head, not at him, but at yourself for what you were about to do. You were too easy. You made eye contact with him, gazing lewdly up into his auburn eyes.

“That’s it,” he murmured. You were correct: He was smirking at you. He spoke up again. “Three months is a long time, sweetheart. How many fantasies have you had about me in that time?”

You blushed harder at that, stuttering out, “A lot.”

“Voice one to me,” Spencer continued in a raspy tone. His voice was riling you up, and you were almost unsure of how to answer. “What’s on your mind?”

“I- I’ve thought about-,” you tried, but you stopped, unsure if you should even speak the explicit fantasy that came to your mind first into the universe.

Noticing your hesitation, Spencer said, “You can say it, sweetheart. What have you thought about?” he demanded, although his words were almost sweet.

You took a breath of courage before replying, “A- About you, bending me over your desk,” you barely managed to stutter out.

He chuckled even further at your shy admission. “Doing what to you?” he asked in his teasing tone.

You let out a small frustrated groan. Isn’t it obvious?

“Fucking me.”

He gave you a flirty smile at your words. “What do you want, sweetheart?” he now asked you in a raspy tone, the distance between you becoming too hard to resist closing.

“To take you across this desk,” you openly admitted, finding it difficult to stare at his eyes when his lips were so close.

“Then do it.”

His words mixed with his proximity gave you the confidence to finally pull him in, wrapping your arms around his neck and fervently kissing him. To your surprise, he reciprocated instantly, roughly grabbing your waist and backing you into his desk.

He lifted you up with ease and sat you on the only part of it that wasn’t filled with papers, his lips never leaving yours as his tongue explored your mouth. After a few minutes, there was nowhere his hands hadn’t roamed, as he shamelessly grabbed your neck, cupped your tits, and squeezed your ass.

His fingers found their way under your dress, his cold hands meeting your warm skin. You shuddered at the contact, moaning surprisedly into your kiss. You could feel him tugging at the hem of your panties as he pulled back from you, breathing heavily.

“Professor,” you breathed out, calling him ‘Professor’ out of habit. He shook his head at you in response to it.

“Say my name,” he demanded of you, continuing his movements with his hand as he looked down at you.

“Sp- Spencer,” you stammered out, breath quickening at his dominant tone.

“Attagirl,” Spencer praised, hands dipping suddenly into your panties. You gasped, looking up at him with a sultry stare. His fingers slid in between your soaked folds and you involuntarily let out a whorish moan.

“Fuck, doll, you’re already this wet?” he asked you in a tone that was a mixture of both surprise and excitement as his fingers felt all of your built up arousal. “Is this all for me?”

You didn’t know what to say, in pure and utter shock that this was even happening.

He gave you a look that screamed both pleading and demanding at the same time. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he cooed, moving his fingers in no particular direction, which made you moan softly anyway.

“I- It’s all for you, Spencer,” you stammered.

“There you go. I like hearing that pretty voice of yours,” Spencer cooed. He buried a finger into your cunt, and you groaned at the sudden intrusion. He started slow, making sure you were comfortable with this sensation, then stuck another in, quickening his pace.

You arched your back as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting a spot that you had never been able to reach when you were touching yourself alone. He knew exactly what he was doing, using another finger to rub slow circles around your clit. He pumped his fingers in and out fast, eliciting several moans of pleasure from you.

You leaned in to fiercely kiss him as he continued to finger you, sliding your tongue into his mouth. He accepted it gladly, gently choking you with his other hand as the two of you kissed. You groaned into it, his use of force getting you closer and closer to your high.

He pulled away, then started on your neck, kissing and sucking harshly as he continued to finger you below. His pace was getting faster, pushing his fingers deeper with every second that went by. When he curved them further than he had before, he found exactly where your pleasure point was: Your G-Spot.

“Fuck, Spencer,” you groaned out, your climax directly around the corner as he left kisses and no doubt hickies all over your neck.

He payed close attention to your reaction, making sure to continue to finger you directly where you needed him and continuing to rub your clit in quick motions. You were nearly there, and he surely knew that. However, suddenly, all movements ceased, and he pulled away from your neck to lustfully look down on you, retracting his fingers from your wetness.

You looked up at him with a mirroring lustful expression, but only because you were so close to releasing, and he had just taken that away from you.

“Sp- Spencer? Why’d you stop?” you stuttered out a little frustratedly.

“Because that’s not where I want you to finish,” he said, like it was the most simple thing to humanly comprehend. He backed up a step, then lifted you from his desk, spinning you round and bending you over it in one swift movement. You gasped as his hand found your lower back, his crotch pressed up on you and his bulge pressing into your ass.

“Spencer-“

“You said you saw me bending you over across my own desk, right?” Spencer reminded you in a low voice.

“Y- yeah,” you returned in a needy voice.

“Thought so.”

You could hear him unbuckling his belt from behind, working quickly to undo it with his only free hand. The sound was followed by that of his zipper, and then of him shrugging his pants partially down. He then turned his attention to you, pulling your dress up and revealing your red panties that matched the color of your dress. He chuckled, no doubt at that fact, then pulled them down.

He took his cock out of his boxers and pumped it up and down a few times. You tried to turn your head back to look, but he used his free hand to turn your head back around. You were about to say something about it, until he suddenly thrusted deep into your cunt, and you let out a whorish moan.

“F- Fuck, you’re so big, Spencer,” you couldn’t help but moan out. He was far inside of you, and his throbbing cock was no doubt seven inches minimum.

“You can take it,” he groaned back, placing his hand on the back of your head as he moved slowly but deeply into you. His hands roamed your body again, settling on your tits. He used a hand to grab one, eliciting a mewl from you. He fondled it with force, running his thumb in forceful circles around your tit as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“You like being fucked like this, sweetheart?” he cooed in your ear, voice audibly raspy as his movements didn’t cease.

“Yes, sir,” you responded in a slutty voice, calling him ‘sir’ for the first time in what felt like years.

“Such a, fuck- Slut for me,” he said in between thrusts. His pace was getting faster now as he rammed into you from behind, going at a speed you were finding difficult to not readily climax from. His words only enhanced this feeling.

He grabbed the back of your head by your hair, turning you to face a part of the classroom to your left.

“That’s where you sit in my class. Perfect view of my desk. Do you fantasize about this when you look at it?” he asked. His words came out in groans as he tried to both talk and maintain his quick pace.

“Maybe,” you breathed as you looked at your own desk where you had been sitting mere hours beforehand, never in a million years anticipating this.

“That’s not an answer,” he forcefully said, ceasing his movements and beginning to pull his cock from your cunt.

“Wait- Fuck,” you sighed, whimpering when you no longer felt him inside of you. “Yes, I do,” you admitted, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

He chuckled at your needy attempt to feel him inside of you again, teasing your wet entrance with the tip of his cock. “That desperate, huh?”

“Y- Yes, sir,” you said softly, finding it hard to get any words out as you took note of his teasing. He thrusted back into you, pushing hard and fast.

“Slut,” Spencer grunted. He pulled your head back by your hair, managing to grip it gently despite his rough pace. “My fucking slut.”

You moaned at his use of degradation, feeling your climax beginning to bubble up inside of you again, but you held it back, wanting to prolong the pleasurable feeling that you were receiving.

“Such a, fuck- Slutty dress,” he suddenly commented, toying with the hem on your dress. “Always wearin’ skirts hiked all the way up to your ass. Hoping I’d notice that, sweetheart?” he asked, the hand that was pulling your hair roaming over to your neck and choking you.

All you could do was nod as your words failed you, coherent sentences vacant in your head and absent from your mouth, as they usually were regardless.

“Use your words, baby,” he demanded of you, squeezing down harder on your neck.

You groaned out, complying and stammering, “Y- Yes,” in response to his question.

“That’s a good girl. Doin’ so fucking good for me,” Spencer praised you.

You were moaning loudly now, the sound of both of your grunts filling the air as Spencer continued at his quick speed. You could feel your eyes watering at the pressure and size of his cock that was deep into your cunt, and your climax was approaching as fast as his pace was going.

“Spencer,” you whispered, cheeks hot and absolutely flushed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Spencer groaned back.

“I’m close,” you breathed, words breaking.

He let out a soft moan at your words, then moved his hand away from your neck and down to your clit. He rubbed it in quick circles as he had done before, gladly helping you to reach your high. You bit your lip, loud moans and whines falling from your mouth.

“That’s it, doll. I want to hear you,” he demanded of you in response to your moans, his long fingers moving on your throbbing clit as fast as his cock was pounding into your cunt.

You happily complied, continuing to moan out as broken murmurs of his name fell from your lips. He let out his own moans as he chased his high, too. He used his free hand to grip your ass, holding you roughly as he groaned behind you.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let it out,” he groaned.

His words pushed you over the threshold, being all you needed to finally moan out his name loud as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Spencer groaned out your name, too, as he finished inside of you, gripping your ass as roughly as he possibly could.

When you were both done, he pulled out, breathing heavily as he returned his cock to his boxers. You pulled your panties up and your dress back down, breathing heavily too as you looked back at Spencer with tousled hair.

Spencer stuck the two fingers he’d used to finger you into his mouth, sucking away whatever elements of your release he had managed to get on his hand. You let out a soft moan at the view as Spencer looked down on you. He moved his other hand on your waist.

“You taste sweet,” he whispered to you, caressing his thumb over your hip. Your legs were shaking, and, taking note of this, he picked you up and sat you on his desk. You smiled tiredly up at him as he did.

“I take it this means I’ll get a good grade on my essay?” you joked, giggling.

He smiled down at you, planting a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “A+, baby. A+.”

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Hello, I'd like to request for fuegoleon, William, nozel, zora and Nacht where they hurt their s/O's feelings and make her cry? And just how guilty they feel, how they make it up, comfort their s/o and apologize. You can choose whatever they couldve said or done to make her cry I love anything you write they're all so good

If 5 characters is too much then just fuego, nozel and nacht would be fine please and thankyou❤️

Hello! Some hurt comfort is on the menu it seems, and I'm happy to oblige ^^ This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope it's worth the wait ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Zora x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader

Fanfic type: Headcanons

Genre: Hurt-comfort

Length: about 0.75k each, 3.9k total

Warnings: Generally hurt-comfort, the guys snap at reader, all for reasons of their own, in Nozel's scenario the reader doesn't really know what kind of a person Nozel's dad is, Zora addresses reader as "babydoll", Zora calls himself as a "jerk ass", reader cries and the guys try to comfort in their own ways

Fuegoleon

He had had very taxing couple of months. The adverse the country was facing seemed to have no end in sight, and it felt that in terms of politics and finances the country was being pushed further and further into a corner, which took an immense toll on him emotionally.

And though a part of him wished that he could simply take a vacation and not worry about any of it, he knew it to be senseless. Quite simply because the same issues would wait him as he returned, and they would have further piled up, so taking a vacation would be counterproductive. But still he felt that his nerves were hanging by a thin thread, even if he considered himself as a patient man.

As he sat by his desk, you came through the door with a paper in hand.

“I made us a reservation to a restaurant,” you told him. “I thought we could take a nice evening off, have a date and just enjoy life,” you smiled, while presenting the reservation information to him.

“No thank you,” he said without looking up from the documents in front of him.

“But you need to have some time off as well,” you insisted while placing your hand onto his arm and tugging him slightly. “So I planned us a day where we can just do something w-“

“I can’t take a day off!” He snapped. “Surely a moment of peace and quiet would be pleasant, but there is too much to take care of for me to quite simply ‘take a day off’,” he continued.

And you… lifted your hand off of his arm, and took a step back.

You had intended to do something nice for him, because you had seen how strained he was and now he… wasn’t… feeling the sentiment. A part of you wanted to blame yourself because you had failed to read him and what he’d wish correctly, because wasn’t a spouse supposed to be able to do that?

There were a lot of emotions swirling around in you, but none of them were pleasant. And with it, tears begun climbing to your eyes with a burning sensation, only to roll down your cheeks.

Fuegoleon looked at you, and there was a gnawing, pricking ocean of guilt in his chest, because he knew that you had meant well. You had wanted to do something nice for him and make the situation at least a little bit more bearable.

“My love I’m…” he reached forward for you. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, but … I…” his gaze fell to the side as he spoke, feeling the weight of his words, spoken carelessly.

You didn’t shy away from him as he tried to get close to you again, because it wasn’t… that you didn’t understand him, and you could see the sincere apology and regret in his eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll try to take the day off…” he promised with something that sounded almost like a sigh, but really it was because he knew what it’d mean.

And you knew what it’d mean too. It’d mean sleepless nights, having less time during the next week or two for you two to spend together regularly, in place of that one day. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, but it wouldn’t be worth it. You’d rather see him a little each day than not at all.

“No,” you shook your head with a faint tone while mirroring his movements and reaching for him. “We can… just have a moment, a short moment, in the evening to ourselves,” you said through your drying tears.

His eyes gathered that gentle undertone that was too beautiful for this world, as he placed his hand onto your cheek and brushed away your tears. “If that is what you wish,” he said with gratitude in his voice before he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

You nodded as a reply, even if only faintly.

“I am sorry, my beloved,” he still repeated. “You’re the most important person in my life, and I don’t wish to impose any-“

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I get it. There’s a lot on your plate and I should have talked about your schedule with you before making reservations…”

“But your heart was in the right place,” he told you while placing his hand under your chin. “And that’s one of the reasons why I love you,” he admitted while lifting your chin, and placing another kiss onto your lips, warm, gentle and caressing, which washed away any shadow of doubt of his sentiments that might have been there.

William

The days had grown long, because of everything that was going on in the kingdom. And with the disappearance of Julius, it had gotten him thinking about what had happened after the whole ordeal with the elves. Which had made… something about the whole state of the kingdom hit too close to home with him.

Perhaps he was questioning being pardoned altogether, since it seemed that the one to pardon him, had taken a run for it. Or perhaps something more dire.

But if the only person to be willing to pardon him was someone like him, willing to look the other way when the kingdom was falling to its knees then…

It filled him with various emotions, all swirling and twisting and turning until he felt all of them trying to bubble to the surface, but he didn’t know which to let out first. How to let them out. Instead it felt like they were all stuck in his throat, just building, building, building up pressure so much that he might-

“Hey honey!” You greeted while entering through the door of his office, only to see him hunching over his own desk. “Oh did you eat something bad, or-“ you placed your hand onto his shoulder.

But he pushed it away. “Don’t touch me!” He ordered without as much as looking at you. And from his tone, you heard nothing but pain, hurt, and… you could have sworn… disgust… underlying it all… You could have sworn there to be contempt… in there…

You took a step back, pulling your hand to you and holding it with the other. As you couldn’t… imagine why… why would he have… Your sweet William…

His chest was heaving, and as his eyes lifted from the desk to you, the most prominent feelings you could se were fear and pain. The way they flickered, his purple eyes that were so gentle, flickered around as tears lined the corners of his eyes.

“Forgive me…” he whispered as his eyes turned to the side. “I didn’t… I just… Why did he pardon me? Some… solidarity from a villain to another?” His head swayed from side to side, as if trying to comprehend, but failed to do so.

“You’re… not a villain, Will…” you tried, because his reaction had… made sense. It wasn’t you he was trying to shoo away, it was his own emotions, but you sounded anything but convinced. Tears climbed to your own eyes.

You buried your face into your hands, and wept, from the shock of what had happened, his words, but also because you had understood where it came from. Because he was pained from the guilt of his past actions, and you felt his pain too.

He turned to look at you again, as he heard your sobs, and got up from the chair to make his way to you from the other side of the desk.

“I’m sorry… so, so sorry my little song bird…” he wrapped his arms around you, and pressed his head against yours, as his tears rolled down his cheeks, and onto you. “I’ll… make it up to you…” he pleaded. “Just don’t… please don’t… hate me, I… didn’t… wasn’t… I didn’t mean to….” His voice was faint, broken and defeated, and he swayed in place with you in his arms.

It sounded like he was repenting. Praying for forgiveness.

“I don’t hate you… Will,” you told him while wrapping your own arms around him. He was a broken man, and he had acted out of distress. Without intent to hurt you. Without intent to push you away.

He pressed a kiss onto your head as his embrace grew tighter. “I’m sorry,” he still whispered.

You nudged his head with yours, and whispered against his skin “we’ll make it through.”

Because you would. The two of you would. He wasn’t a bad man. He wasn’t a villain. It was simply that the guilt he felt got overbearing sometimes, which had caused him to call out in fear of what he thought about himself.

But he loved you, and you loved him. So, you could heal, together. You were certain about it, as you stood there, holding onto each other.

Nozel

Nozel had learned to deal with his family situation from a young age. Though ‘dealing with it’ had turned into something that seemed more like survival. Not that you could see it from the surface. Because, while looking from afar, without seeing into his eyes, his emotions, he was a calm sea. Vast and serene. Though something, someone to be revered and respected, because there was also harshness in the oceans.

But if you had the opportunity to peek under the surface, you’d see a twisting, turning vortex of guilt, pain, sorrow… fear… A lot of emotions one might deem ugly.

‘Unsightly’ he would describe them in himself. Because he couldn’t be any of those things. The Captain of the Silver Eagles, the First Born Son of the Royal House of Silva, couldn’t be any of those things. And thus… to him, in him, they were unsightly.

He didn’t talk about his childhood either. He didn’t talk about his parents, aside of his mother. Which, given the circumstances of her parting, made sense. He would talk about her more because of the fate she had faced.

You had been thinking about starting a family with him. You had talked about it in passing. And as you sat in the living room, him staring out of the window, deep in thought. You talked about how lovely it’d be. “I’m sure you’d be a great father,” you thought out loud, meaning just it, and nothing else. “Just like yours.”

His head begun to turn to you with a slow motion, as if mechanic, and his eyes were wide open. It wasn’t even a glare, but a mad stare.

“I will never be like that bastard!” He shouted, making you press against your seat out of the sheer force in which the words were pushed, spat out of his mouth.

His body started to shake, and the stare turned into a look of horror as his eyes fell down to the floor. Because…. Because… though his father had been horrid, spewed poisonous words in a whole different way than shouting… maybe you had been right and… he was on his way becoming just like his father. Which was among the last things he’d want.

But you… you didn’t quite understand where it had come from. Sure, he hadn’t talked about his father, but you hadn’t thought that there’d be this level of hatred and contempt for him from Nozel. Though you had gathered that Older Lord Silva wasn’t a well liked man, but… surely he… would have been… kinder to his… own children, right?

Right…?

There were a lot of emotions turning within you. Partly from the force of Nozel’s words, and partly from guilt of having failed to see through his silence. Through the things he didn’t want to talk about, and… as you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees and buried your face into your hands, you cried. You cried and you cried and you… didn’t know what to do. What to say?

You felt a weight right next to you on the couch, as a pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Nozel I…” you tried while pushing against his chest with a faint motion.

“Don’t…” he started as his hold of you grew more firm. “Look at me…” he continued as his voice broke, and something… as if a droplet, landed onto your shoulder.

The words sounded like a plea. Plea filled with shame and the broken pieces of his soul that he wasn’t eager to show you.

But you did as he wished, and settled into his embrace.

“I’m… sorry, my dear,” he whispered with that same broken tone while placing his hand to the back of your head. “I’ll… be better, than him. I will…” you couldn’t tell if he was trying to tell that to you or to himself.

But whatever his father must’ve been like in reality, you could already tell that Nozel was far better of a man than his father had ever been. He was. Because the man who held you in the soft, gentle, secure embrace felt so very deeply about you and the ones close to him.

He really was like an ocean of secrets.

“I love you,” he professed through another whisper, but while the tone was silent, the proclamation was loud as ever. “I love you…” he repeated, just to make sure that you heard him.

And as you buried your face into his shoulder, and the scent of his haircare products flowed to you, it was as if your tears had disappeared into thin air.

Nozel might not have been the best with words, but he was there, when you needed him the most.

Zora

Zora had had to raise himself for a good portion of his childhood. Though Zara had given him good tools to life, and a lot of wonderful memories, it didn’t mean that Zora wouldn’t have had to toughen up.

His accomplishments, his skills and tenacity were all a result of him having a keen eye for details, while also having had to, quite bluntly, tell himself to do better. Pay attention to his own shortcomings and fix the issue.

But… it had also resulted in him being blunt with others. Though it was all for the sake of betterment, for growth and development of skills, the way he delivered the words were harsh more often than not. Which was something he was trying to fix, when it came to some people, at least.

You knew that he was like that. And you knew that he wasn’t the type of a guy to just sit around and expect you to do all the housework, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t like cooking from time to time. Actually, maybe it was the idea that you didn’t need to cook, because he’d be more than alright with cooking if you asked him to, but rather that you could.

But today the dish wasn’t… cutting it. You had tried to taste it many times and there was something in the seasoning that wasn’t just… doing it for you. But you couldn’t really place your finger on what was wrong with it. Or not… wrong wrong per se, but it certainly could be better.

You leaned against the stove, and sighed to yourself, as the gears in your head tried to turn. But came up empty.

A drawer was opened, and closed. There was a sound of metal clicking against metal and steps coming closer, accompanied by a hum from a certain, masked, someone.

Zora dipped his spoon into the food and took a bite to test the taste. And after he had, he sighed, sounding disappointed before making his way to the spice cabinet and laying thme out onto the table.

“The balance is all wrong,” he said. “It’s mainly salty while you want there to be some sweetness to it for the contrast as well. A bit of acid would do wonders, but the real issue is that the spices aren’t complimenting each other,” he explained while taking the spoon and adding one spice after another along with other ingredients.

And you… took a step back and let him do it. Because if it was ‘all wrong’, why should you have interjected?

In all honesty, it made you feel unappreciated. Like you couldn’t even cook right. If I can’t even cook right, then why is he with me….? You found yourself thinking.

Before you knew it, your eyes had turned to the floor and you were grinding your molars together as tears started climbing to your eyes. And eventually, they ran down your cheeks as you were still immersed into your own thoughts, in how you didn’t think that you could do a simple task correct. Because surely Zora wanted someone by his side who could contribute as much as he did. Surely. So why was he-

“Hey babydoll?”

You looked up, and saw him standing there, having placed his hand onto your shoulder.

His eyes were deep, calm blue. Clear and yet deep blue. And there was worry in them. That was when you realized that you were crying and looked away while wrapping your arms around yourself.

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about the tone,” he said. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, and… I’m happy to eat whatever you make,” he tried but the consolation fell short, given how he had started cooking in your place.

You curled around yourself a bit more, without really meaning to, but you did. In any case.

“Come here,” he said while pulling you into an embrace.

Seconds ticked away for a while as he just held you, and the dinner was slowly cooking on the stove.

“If you want me to stay out of it, you need to just tell me, y’know? I know that I can be too harsh, and… And… I try to not be.”

He was trying to help you get better. But he could be a wee bit of a jerk about it at times.

“We both know I can be a real ass jerk,” he said with a hint of amusement, trying to make you laugh.

And it worked. “But you’re my jerk,” you replied with a hint of a giggle in your tone.

“That I am,” he replied. “And I hope you never need to get sick of me,” he continued while pulling away just enough to wipe your tears away.

You gave him a small smile as a reply to his careful one, and went back to cooking, together.

Nacht

Nacht had been a loner for most of his life. Someone who travelled down his own path without caring what everyone else thought. And it had made him someone who spoke directly about anything and everything he deemed to be topical to say.

Though he could also be harsh. Granted that he was the harshest to himself, but still. His directness could be harsh, and you both knew it.

He tried not to be, to you. He tried to treat you with the kindness that you deserved. He tried to treat you with the respect that you ought to be treated with. But sometimes, he failed.

Though watching him scold the Bulls for their shenanigans yet again, you didn’t think that he was trying all that hard to be constructive. Maybe he just wanted them to be efficient during missions, because that would drive the squad forward the best. ‘Not to be wasteful of energy’, or something like that.

“You could try going easier on them,” you told him later on when it was just the two of you. “Be kinder.”

“Kindness is a weakness,” he scoffed. “And Yami has let them slack off enough already which will get them killed. Only a fool would go easy on them.”

You stopped, thinking about what he had just said. Because you were going easy with the rest of the Bulls. You were kind to them. And Nacht. So… so.

You couldn’t help but think that Nacht had, there and then, revealed what he really thought of you. Though it wasn’t directed at you, he had been, still, indirectly talking about you too. Basically he had called you weak and stupid.

Basically.

Which made your eyes turn to the ground as you bit down your molars and tried to will away the tears that were climbing to your eyes. Because you shouldn’t have taken such an off-hand comment that wasn’t even said to you, to the heart in such a way but… But. It had struck a nerve in you.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, having stopped and turned around to look at you, as if he hadn’t realized what he had said.

“So you think that I’m dumb and weak?” You asked with bitterness lacing your tone as the tears finally glazed over your eyes, but didn’t roll down quite yet.

“That isn’t what I said,” he argued, now facing you fully and taking a few steps closer to you.

“But I am letting them off easier and I am being kind to them. So. If being kind and letting them have a breather is-“

“You’re not responsible for them.”

“Neither are you!” Now tears ran, but you didn’t look at him.

You didn’t look, and he said nothing.

Surely, he could have argued that as a vice captain he was more or less responsible, but not to the same extent as Yami. And at the end of the day, all the Bulls were responsible for themselves. So, he didn’t need to care about what they did with their time. Really.

“You are not weak and stupid,” he said while taking you by the hand. “Quite the contrary,” he admitted. “And I shouldn’t have spoken so carelessly.”

He sounded like he was speaking out a ready made dialogue of a noble man that he used to be. But you supposed that he hadn’t needed to comfort anyone lately either. If ever. If he had ever needed to comfort anyone. Even himself, since he had denied such a thing from himself.

But he could see how the ready made dialogue wasn’t doing it. The words might have been there, but the sentiment wasn’t.

“Darling?” He whispered, while moving again a little bit closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he said while summoning his shadows and tugging you, as if to ask to come along with him. To which you nodded, and he transported you both to your bedroom.

As you stood there, in the sanctity of the room with the door closed, he finally wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “You are not weak. Or stupid,” he repeated. This time the tone was one that sounded genuine, caring, insisting. “I’m sorry for insinuating it.”

You nodded and returned the embrace.

“It’s simply that… not being prepared can get people killed…” there was a reason, in there, why he would remind you of such a thing.

“But people need to live too.” And there was no arguing over it. Because life was meant to be lived.

Not even he could deny it. “They do…” he admitted while holding you closer in his arms.

And it was in that embrace that you could feel his heartbeat, his remorse and regret. But most importantly, you could feel how he did love you. Because he did. With his entire heart and soul.

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pedgito · 1 year

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summary | using your neighbors address for deliveries doesn’t seem like the worst idea until you find yourself with a world of dilemmas and a burgeoning crush on the single dad who lives there. [10k+]

pairing | pre-outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

content warning | 18+ content, as always: no explicit use of y/n, reader is a teacher (only for loose plot purposes) meet-weirds, a cliche stranger neighbors to pining lovers take on pre-outbreak joel, lots of sweet interactions with sarah, joel's internal struggles to be a good dad, awkward interactions & flirting, soft sexual content (oral, protected sex, joel talking you through it like a gentleman)

author’s note | this came from a prompt i saw (ignore that actual legality issues of this, it's just for fun) that was meant to be a quick blurb but turned into this monster of porn with plot…i regret nothing, enjoy! or don’t that’s fine

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To be clear, this wasn’t the first route you took to avoid the problem. And for whatever reason, fate or be it some other evil, unseen force, it always stuck you in the awkwardest positions.

It also didn’t help that your mailman was probably the judgiest person on this earth, despite it not being his business, the suspicious amount of packages and content of said packages were enough to garner a few looks and even the occasional mumble under his breath.

So, when you start to put down your neighbors address for all of your future packages, it doesn’t seem like a problem.

He’s gone a lot anyways, his truck only pulling once the sun has already set and you’re laying in bed, bright headlights cascading against the walls through your upstairs window. His exhaust kicks off a couple times and it always rouses you from your sleep just enough to annoy you. He's hardly there, it's fine. You've got nothing to worry about.

You’ve only caught a glimpse of him in the morning, a young woman prancing at his side as she hops into the passenger seat. Her name is Sarah.

As for him, he was Dad.

You’ve been here for three months and haven’t made any attempt to be neighborly or make friends, yet you were brave enough to slip his address onto your order forms and go on about your day.

And, in your defense, it works well.

Packages always arrive around the time you’re pulling into your driveway, the perfect opportunity before the trail of buses traverse through the cul de sac and flush out the rowdy kids from their seats.

A quick jog over and you’re snatching up the package without any inclination that something is amiss.

Until again, it becomes a problem.

Not even a problem, really—but it’s still a weird conversation to have, standing at your neighbors doorstep with a package in your hand and looking like some porch pirate with bad manners, if that was even possible.

He was home, but that wasn’t the issue. It was Saturday, a small overlook when you placed your order last week that led you to the position you were in now, staring down the man with your package clutched in his hands.

“This yours?” He asks, an eyebrow raising inquisitively. The contents shake as he holds it up.

“Yeah.” You start, sounding unsure of yourself, “I accidentally gave them the wrong address, didn’t realize until it was already shipped and I’ve been waitin’ all week.”

He didn’t need the explanation, but he lets you speak until your heart’s content, taking a quick glance at the label on the box.

He says your name, double checking to make sure it was you. You nod, extending a friendly hand.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize. It’s sweet, clipped, believable enough that he doesn’t try to implore further.

He finally hands the box over, not a word on your tongue as you fetch the package and retreat back to your home with your heart racing like it was going to burst out of your chest.

You’re already long gone by the time the smirk reaches Joel’s face, a sudden glance back at his daughter. Sarah is laughing from the couch, the noise muffled behind her hand.

“Maybe she’s flirting with you.”

Joel huffs at that, a warm laugh bubbling from his chest.

“Darlin’, I doubt that.”

“That’s the sixth package that’s been sent here.” Sarah adds, “I’m not orderin’ anything. Are you?”

Joel gives her a look that answers itself.

“Then?”

Things are smooth sailing for another couple weeks, but the shared secret between Joel and Sarah is unbeknownst to you.

So, smooth sailing for you, you think.

Joel drags it out until another day when he’s free from work, waiting for those footsteps to reach his porch, a quick nudge from Sarah that has him standing from his comfortable spot on the couch as she moves away from his shoulder.

But, they never come.

And Joel doesn’t know why that sends a surge of confused worry down his spine, but it’s out of the norm. He should check on you.

Sarah's the one to remind him of it.

“Take it over there.” It startles Joel, her ability to sneak up on him so easily. His brow furrows, flipping the package in his grip after he finally opened the door and gave in.

“Go.”

Sarah’s practically shoving him out of the door before he can refuse.

When Joel reaches your front door he can already see you, arm tucked under your head, resting over the arm of your couch as you napped silently, the soft hum of the television muffled by the front door. Joel knocks once, a softer and gentler attempt than he’d usually go for, and when that doesn’t work he goes for the latter, one solid knock that could surely wake you.

It doesn’t.

Joel leans over the trimmed hedge resting underneath the window sill and taps on the glass, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when you finally wake.

It takes you a moment to adjust, but your eyes are stretching like saucers when your blurry vision becomes clear.

“Shit, shit,” Joel hears the tail end of it as you open the door, “—I’m so—“

“Look I’m not judgin’” He begins, handing the package over without question, “but seein’ as you’re using my address, it would be nice if you clued me in.”

Your mouth opens slightly, wondering how in the hell you could explain this. Joel catches wind of your uncertainty.

“My daughter’s pretty observant,” He scratches at his forehead idly, shoving his other hand into his front pocket, “and I’ve noticed it for about a month now—m’just curious.”

“Uh, okay—how do I explain this?” You ask aloud, placing the package on a nearby surface. “I order a lot of stuff for work. Like, more than normal. It’s a bunch of different things, sometimes a little odd, I guess?”

Joel flashes a grin of amusement, subtle, but there. He nods, urging you to continue.

“Our mail guy kept giving me weird looks—not like it’s his job to judge but I haven’t been here long, the last thing I needed was someone spreadin’ word around the neighbhorhood.”

It was a small community, tight knit. It was a reasonable defense, but Joel kept quiet.

“I’m sure he thinks I’m a psychopath, but I figured maybe putting your address down and pickin’ them up after would help. I mean, it did for a while, but—It was a stupid idea, I'm sorry.“

“What’s in the box?” Joel asks curiously.

It catches you off-guard, blinking a few times as you glance over at the package.

“Uh, pipe cleaners. You know, the craft ones. All different colors.”

“And what about the other ones?”

It was justifiable, the questions he had.

“Huh, um—lots of paint, some rolls of tape, rope, these little face masks for the kids to work on for the town carnival next week. I can keep going but...I don't think you'd find it that interesting.”

“You’re…a teacher?” Joel assumes.

You don’t realize until half a second later that you’d slipped up so easily.

“Yeah, first grade.”

“Well, I don’t mind it, but don’t worry about that kid.” Joel tells you, “We’ve been workin’ on that street by the office for a few weeks and he’s always causin’ some type of trouble. If anything, I can talk to the boss up there, let ‘em know.”

“It’s fine, there’s no need for all that.”

“Well, just trying to be neighborly,” Joel shrugs, and the smile that breaks through, one that you can see, is something indescribable, “I can help you out and have Sarah drop the packages off when she can, unless I happen to catch it before she does to save you a trip.”

“You’re okay with me using your address still?” You ask, a little perturbed.

“Don’t see why not, it’s not hurting anyone.” Joel responds, “And if it saves you a few minutes of feelin’ embarrassed.”

“I don’t know, this is pretty embarrassing too.”

Joel doesn’t seem bothered, shaking his head with the corners of his mouth downturned.

“You’re fine, again—it’s harmless.”

You nod slowly, relenting to his unusual politeness. You weren’t sure southern hospitality was a real thing, but there he was, standing on two legs before you.

“Thank you, uh—“

“Joel.” He answers for you, “Probably should’ve started with that.”

And putting a name to a face had never been more satisfying.

“Thank you, Joel.” You repeat once more, name rolling off your tongue foreignly, smiling nonetheless.

“If you need anything we’re just across the way,” Joel jabs his thumb in the direction of his home, “as much as Sarah loves the Adlers', she might end up clingin’ to you if you let her get to know you.”

Unfortunately for Joel, he’s sealing his own fate by speaking it into existence.

He leaves without a word, waving a quick goodbye over his shoulder as his boots scuff against pavement.

The deep, shaky breath you let out is a reminder that being in new places, trying new things, forming new relationships, wasn’t always a bad thing.

Sarah greets you with a big smile the first day she catches a package before you, opening with a line you don’t expect.

“Do you have markers, by chance?”

She’s all sunshine and adolescent innocence, eyes too wide and unguarded from the world—it’s an effect of Joel’s obvious overprotectiveness he feels toward her. He’s shielded her from so much, though if you asked Joel, not enough.

“I do,” You answer with an airiness to your voice, “whaddya say, fair trade—my package for the markers?”

“Sure.” She nods, handing over the box.

You disappear briefly, the heels of her converse teetering on your doorstep, a gentle rock back and forth as she curiously peers inside your home.

It’s fairly boring, but it’s home. That’s all that matters to you.

“Just try to get them back to me when you’re done?” It’s not so much a demand, handing the pack over to the young girl. “No rush, take them as long as you need ‘em.”

“Yeah, I will!” She responds cheerfully. “I’ve been reminding my dad for a few days but he works a lot, forgets things—are all adults that bad at remembering?”

“Some of us have a lot on our mind,” You shrug, speaking candidly, “You know what—just keep those.”

“Are you sure?” She asks warily, “I didn’t mean to, like, guilt you or anything—“

“No, no.” You assure her, “It helps you both out, that way your dad won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“Okay.” Sarah responds wistfully, glancing back as the sound of Joel’s truck inches up the street. Joel is pulling the toolbox out of his truck bed when Sarah calls out loudly, “Dad!” shaking the boxed markers in the air.

“She hustle you for those?” Joel calls out, eyes connecting with you. “Sarah, we talked about this—“

“She did not,” Still, the implication earns a laugh from both of you, “they’re free, less for you to worry about.”

And it stings a little, but Joel hides it well.

“Don’t let her fool you,” Joel warns, “She’s just as evil as she is sweet.”

The smile that stretches across Sarah’s face is telling in its own right.

There’s a month of nice, minimal interaction with your neighbors. The Adler's bake too much, always offering up baked goods to the surrounding houses, yours included. You always end up with the extra oatmeal raisins because Sarah despises them and apparently, so does Joel.

Sometimes you catch Sarah at the front door or outside, kicking her soccer ball around or waiting on the steps for her father, even into the later hours of the night. Sometimes it’s Joel, who always ends up at your doorstep rather than you at his.

Joel likes to ask about your day, a polite but awkward attempt at small talk.

He hasn’t tried talking to anyone since Sarah’s mom, it felt forced—but he was trying, even if it was nearly impossible to get through some days.

Joel talked a lot about Sarah, or work, occasionally bringing up his brother Tommy—he works with him too. You’ve seen him a few times and finally put another name to another face, and he's younger than Joel by five years, closer to your own age. Joel opens up little by little, day by day, completely by his own doing despite how little you talk about yourself.

Joel enjoys the way you always have a smile on your face despite how your morning goes, always hanging on to his words like they're the most interesting thing you've heard in a while. He enjoys having someone to talk to that isn't family or people who he's obligated to converse with to get himself through the day. It's the first time he's really started to go out of his own way to get to know someone.

It’s late Friday night when you end up at his doorstep, dressed in some thin pajamas to combat that Texas heat and humidity—nighttime somehow felt worse, the bugs pricking at your bare legs and the material sticking to your skin.

Your package should’ve arrived today and you didn’t see it outside—but a quick glance through the open entrance, albeit guarded by a screen door, showed that it was sitting right there on their kitchen table.

You knock on the glass pane lightly.

“Dad!” Sarah calls out from somewhere you can’t see, “Door!”

“You can’t get it?” He shouts back, also nowhere to be seen.

“I’m busy!”

You chuckle to yourself, hearing Joel's gruff, “Like I ain’t!”

Sarah’s silence is answer enough.

“Shit—“ It’s a gruff noise, stuck deep in Joel’s gravelly undertone, “hold on!”

Joel’s pulling his shirt over his head as he rounds the corner, leaving you a small glimpse of the tan skin underneath. He relaxes when he realizes it's you.

“Just come in,” Joel says, “you’re probably getting eaten up out there.”

And truly, you’ve never been more thankful.

Joel opens the door to let you pass, the strong scent of fresh body wash invading your senses, his hair still wet from the shower.

“M’sorry, I was gonna bring it by later.” Joel apologizes, “I got off a little earlier tonight and wanted to grab a shower.”

He’s handing you the box with a calculated movement, flicking his watch over his wrist as he secures it, glancing at you briefly.

“Should I guess?” Joel asks.

“Uh—“

“The box.” He clarifies.

You decide to tease him a little, head tilted slightly as you grin, “You’d be guessin’ for a while.”

Joel hums a small noise, fidgeting with watch as he shifts it into place before standing with his hands resting against his hips.

“Uh, let’s see—clay?”

Not a terrible guess. An odd one to go for on the first try, though.

“God no, that would be everywhere.”

“Those creepy little eyes?”

“Googly eyes?” You correct with a faint laugh, “No, but that’s definitely been one of the packages I’ve ordered lately. The kids love them.”

“I give up.” Joel says in defeat, hands raising up slightly before slapping down at his sides. A rather quick win on your part.

“They’re seeds, for flowers.” You tell him, “We’re going over photosynthesis right now. All that boring stuff about plants and how they grow but the kids are more excited to play with dirt for a couple hours.”

Joel nods slowly, thoughtfully, top lip disappearing behind his bottom in a pout of thoughtfulness.

“Invite her over already!”

Joel sighs, rubbing his palm over his beard as he scratches lightly.

“If you don’t I will.” She adds.

You don’t have to see her face to know that smile. She was evil, and damn was she good at it.

“Right, uh—“

“No, please don’t feel obligated,” If anything, it made you feel like more of a bother, “my feelings won’t be hurt.”

“No, I was—I planned on asking.” Joel admits, “Just kept forgettin’.”

That and he didn’t know to casually bring it up in conversation.

Point one, Sarah. Joel, zero.

“They’re throwin’ a little party for my birthday. Just a cookout is all, gonna have food, beers—is that somethin’ you’re into?”

Joel feels ridiculous, a grown man in his mid-thirties and sweating over the prospect of inviting a woman over.

“I can be.”

Your smile is relaxed, reaching your eyes in the way that makes them squint a little.

You can smell the fresh soap and spice of his cologne from this distance, a welcomed change from his usual worn, dirty state—not that you hated it, but Joel did clean up nice.

“Great, tomorrow at 7?”

“6!” Sarah quickly corrects, sounding exhausted.

Joel rolls his eyes, a sign of an also very tired father.

The snort of laugh slips out before you can hide it, slapping your hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

“Uh, I’ll just show up somewhere in between, how about that?”

Joel seems unfazed, fighting against his own grin as he nods.

He forgets to tell you goodnight as you leave, something that doesn’t even cross your mind, but to him, feels like a missed opportunity.

“So out of your league, brother.” Tommy whistles lowly, shaking his head in disbelief as he flips the half-cooked burger on the grill. “Shit—explain it to me again, actually.”

“She sends her packages here,” Joel’s short, to the point. “s’not much to explain, Tommy.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Tommy counters.

Joel shrugs.

“What the hell’ve you done with my brother?” Tommy jokes lightly, earning a half-hearted shove from Joel.

Tommy’s eyes flick toward you briefly, helping Sarah in the kitchen as she ices the cake. Sarah smiles at whatever you’re saying, your back turned to both of the men.

“Don’t act like you’d be lettin’ slide for just anyone. How well do you know her?”

“Well enough,” Joel shrugs, “Sarah likes her, probably a little too much.”

Truth be told, Joel didn’t know much about you at all. But, he wanted too. Tommy saw right through it, but he didn't push Joel. He knew better.

“Careful,” He warns with a soft chuckle, “once that kid sinks her teeth in, there's no way she’s letting her leave.”

Joel knows it’s too late—her eagerness to invite you over, always finding excuses to talk to you or force Joel to do the same. The kid was too smart for her own good.

Even after all is said and done, you decide to stick around to help clean up. Tommy nearly runs at the opportunity to skip out of the mess, waving a quick goodbye to three of you before he’s gone.

Sarah doesn’t fight Joel when he tells her to head upstairs to get some sleep, knowing that he could manage it on his own. He didn’t deny your offer to help either, taking the kind gesture in stride.

“How does it feel?” You ask, breaking the silence as you swipe up the dishes into your right arm, stacking the plates and cutlery with a careful movement. “35, I mean?”

Joel chuckles aloud at that, short and flippant as he turns his back, swiping the empty beer bottle from the grill.

“Old,” He answers simply, “and with Sarah getting older it feels like five years for every one.”

“You look like you’re doing alright,” You admit, but it feels like an overstep, your mouth backtracking before your brain can think, “at least, it seems that way.”

Joel smiles slightly, an emotion that only fills half of his face. He’s unsure of it all.

“I don’t think I’ve seen a more cheerful kid,” You sidestep through the backdoor and into the kitchen, placing the dishes in the sink, “and she talks about you a lot.”

Joel drops the empty bottles into the trash, joining you by the sink before politely shoving you aside, “I got ‘em.”

You pull away begrudgingly, but it fades quickly.

“I’m probably the last person you care to hear this from, but I’ve met a lot of parents, seen a lot of different situations, families—she’s happy, so you’re doing somethin’ right.”

“I’m just tryin’ to keep things normal, I guess.” Joel explains with his hands halfway submerged in soapy water. “I’m all she’s got.”

A system flows smoothly as Joel passes off the wet dishes for you to dry, stacking them up on the counter.

The glaringly obvious lack of a second parent is not lost on you and if Joel didn’t want to bring it up, it wasn’t your business. But, his face reads guilt—it always does.

Guilty for working too much, guilty for forgetting things, guilty for making Sarah (and Tommy) worry about him so much.

“Enough about me,” Joel shakes away the excess water, taking the offered dish towel from your hands and patting his own dry, “you want a piece to go?”

The beautiful cake Sarah made, homemade and imperfect, nearly devoured by the four of you already.

“No, I’ll be okay,” You wave your hand freely before resting them in the back pockets of your jeans, scuffing the toe of your shoe against the flooring, “thank you for inviting me, by the way. Not that Sarah gave you an option.”

Joel laughs behind his curled fist, a finger scratching at the fullness of his beard before he’s rubbing his palm over the expanse of it and down his neck.

It doesn’t matter that Joel was the one to mention it to Sarah, wondering if it seemed to forward. The look she returned was typical of a teenage girl and nothing short of making Joel feel stupid for asking.

“You’re good company,” He compliments, “plus the Adlers might think I’m stiffin’ them if I don’t bring a plate over in the morning, so it’s probably best you don’t take that piece anyways.”

“Hey, they’re sweet,” You chastise him lightly, shoving him gently in the side with a finger, “— and those cookies, man.”

Joel smiles thoughtfully, glancing up toward the open front door, a windless night covered in a blanket of silence.

“Can I walk you back?” Joel asks, mostly out of his habitual politeness but a few more minutes with you would be nice.

“Joel, I’m practically in your backyard.” Your eyes study him shortly, the subtle shrug in his shoulders. It was a kind gesture, one that you wouldn’t expect from anyone else. “Fine, have it your way.”

Joel shakes his head in amusement, hearing you giggle on the way to the door, his footsteps following closely behind.

And it feels akin to the awkwardness you feel after a first date, the will he won’t he, who should make a move—is there a move to be made? It’s the unspoken giddiness that terrifies you, something you haven’t felt in a long time.

But, it also doesn’t surprise you when Joel does absolutely nothing—not that he needs to feel the responsibility too, but he always looks like he’s poised to say more, ask another question, and even now as you turn to him, fingers wrapped around the handle of your front door, he’s thinking.

You're quick to quiet his mind.

“Hey,” You call to him quietly, “I’ll give you a quick tour, if you want?”

It’s harmless, giving him a chance to get a peek inside your life, as hectic and unorganized as it was. You were single, alone, and didn’t have to worry about anything but yourself and the overload of things you’ve accumulated in your space, namely for your job.

But, despite the disorganization it’s nearly spotless.

“You still haven’t unpacked?” He asks curiously, tapping his fingers against a pile of cardboard stacked high, unopened.

“Mostly,” You answer candidly, leading him through the open floor of your home, doors wide open, the freshness of lemon lingering throughout, “living room, some of the kitchen, bedroom—it’s mostly done, it’s just the last room on the right that’s kickin’ my ass.”

Joel’s eyebrows raise in question, silently asking you to lead him further. He ignores how soft your fingers feel as they wrap around his wrist, shoving his watch a few centimeters higher as you do and pulling him down the hall with a leisurely stride.

He whistles lowly at the sight, a hoard of boxes and no homes. It was the perfect size for an office, probably what you were intending, a small desk buried underneath the rubble.

“No shelves, no storage?”

You point at a few larger boxes stowed away in a corner.

“I couldn’t build one of those things without breaking somethin’,” You admit with an aura of embarrassment, “plus I need a power drill and bunch of other shit I don’t have right now, so I’ve been putting it off.”

“I’ll help,” Joel suddenly offers, “Given I can manage a day off soon, but I can come over early and we can knock it out in a day.”

“That’s nice, Joel, but—“

“I don’t need your money and I’m not takin’ no for an answer.” Joel realizes how aggressive that sounds, quickly adjusting his manner of speaking, “You’ve been keepin’ Sarah company when I can’t, let me do this.”

Your eyes soften slightly, head tilted at an angle to admire the almost apologetic look on his face.

“You are too kind, Joel Miller.”

And if he could have the smile engraved into his memory, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I never told you my last name.” Joel looks at you quizzically, eyebrows furrowing.

“Got a piece of your mail the other day by mistake,” You admit, “s’kinda funny considering the situation. I was curious. You still trust me?”

“You are somethin’ else.” He grins. “Can I trust you?”

Flirty Joel was sweet, you liked it. But, it was gone in a flash. Too soon, too quick.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

The part of you that wishes Joel would’ve stayed a little longer that night aches as you lay in bed, dragging your fingertips lightly over your stomach, shirt pushed up near your breasts. It feels ridiculous, pining over your neighbor.

But, even as you fingers dip inside you, explore your body in all the ways you need, a steady pressure over your clit until you’re coming with a soft gasp, the only thing you can picture is Joel—his face, his hands, and the softness of his voice as he calls out to you, comforts you into that deep void of sleep.

Joel ends with a second shower that night when the world is quiet and everyone is already tucked away in bed, climbing into the brisk cold of the water before it even has the chance to heat up, hoping it calms him down. He ends up in a similar predicament, dragging it out until it’s nearly painful as he squeezes the head of his cock, your sweet smile still fresh in his mind. Joel calls out your name as he comes, just as quiet, and he knows he’s fucked.

You don’t see Joel for a couple weeks, outside of a few occasions where you’re greeting him from your yard, albeit taking out the trash or spending time on your front porch as the tail-end of summer was winding down and evenings were becoming cooler.

He seems more preoccupied than usual, smile not always reaching his eyes and you’re wondering if you’ve done something wrong, if he can read the guilt that oozed from you—crushing on a neighbor? Preposterous.

Most of Joel’s own guilt rides on the fact that he’s always busy, it never fails. A screw up at work meant another setback, setbacks meant longer hours and they had been experiencing far too many these days.

He’s stressed about work and bills and everything any normal adult should while also trying to maintain the balance of being a good dad to Sarah. He hates leaving her home alone so often, even though most of the time she would wander next door to the Adlers’ or over to yours, always supplying herself with the company when she needed it.

He greets you on a Sunday morning, mid-October when the Texas heat was still prickly enough to keep you in a tank top and shorts more often than not. He’s already dressed for the job, tattered jeans and an old shirt on his frame, toolbox clutched in his right hand while he rubs the fingertips of his left against the inside of his palm.

Joel looks a little cleaner around the edges, his beard was trimmed, the hair that started to curl over his ears was shorter and tucked behind his ears and he’s taken a shower despite how much work they had ahead of them for the day.

And, hell, it was work.

Joel made it look easy, but the sheer amount of energy needed to put all the furniture together was something you just weren’t equipped with. He’s explaining random things to you—the importance of anchoring things down, keeping things stable by balancing out the weight distribution and why he always marks and rechecks things twice before drilling.

It’s all a completely foreign language, but you can fake the perplexed look on your face as long as needed—you’d nearly mastered it being around an army of tiny children all day, fighting for your attention to show off their new tricks.

“You’ve been sittin’ on this stuff for how long?” Joel asks, eyebrows pulling together in amusement.

“A few months, maybe. Only a couple days after I moved in, really.”

“I work in construction, sweetheart. You could’ve asked.”

It’s the first time Joel lets his fondness slip, a little word that you skim over entirely when his eyes avert away at the realization.

“Well—I mean, you offered.” Like that wasn’t obvious as he kneeled crouch on your floor, jeans spread tight over his thighs, shirt riding up his back as he leaned in to twist the screw in at an awkward angle. His head is nearly touching your knee, legs tucked under you as you watch. “Seems a little too forward if you ask me.”

“And using my address for your packages don’t?”

He’s got you there, chuckling under his breath at your silence. He thinks back to Sarah’s constant nagging, pushing him to get over his own self-loathing and talk to you, or at least make an attempt.

“Sarah thought you were doing it for other reasons.” He admits, rising slowly to rest his palms against his thighs, sweat collecting around his neck, wetting his collar slightly. “Flirting with me, I guess.”

“That wasn’t my intention,” You answer honestly, “I mean, you’re nice to look at but—“

Joel’s eyebrows raise, intrigued.

You shrug, making a noncommittal noise as you hum.

“It’s the first time she’s been really eager about me getting back out there since, ever, I guess.”

It startles you a moment, the revelation, a small glimpse into his real life, the deeper parts—it’s the tiniest crack, but it’s there.

“Can I ask you somethin’, Joel?”

He nods slightly, stuffing away the screwdriver and lifting the stand with ease, resting his forearm against the surface of it.

“Has it always been—shit, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You huff softly, rubbing some sawdust between your fingers, “I guess I’m just tryin’ to say that even if Sarah’s mom isn’t in the picture, for whatever reason, she’s always welcome to come to me for stuff. I remember being that young and losin’ my mind when I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone.”

“Oh, she’s got you hooked.” Joel’s grin grew wide for a moment before softening, “Sarah’s mom, she—I’ve raised that little girl from birth on my own, so she doesn't know anything but her. She doesn’t ask, I’m not gonna force it on here either. But, I’m glad she’s found someone she’s comfortable with.”

There’s a moment of silence that feels like a new connection, a tether tying the two of you together—closer.

“What about you?” Joel asks suddenly, turning the topic of vulnerability and family back toward you. “If you’re comfortable sharin’.”

“Family moved around a lot, my parents traveled for work so it was just me most of the time—boarding schools, weeks by myself during breaks where I was fending for myself, really. My parents always kept me secure financially, but I raised myself.”

Joel sits on that, absorbing the information as you sit a little deeper into the floor, back resting against the front panel of your desk as you shift your legs in front of you, knees bent.

Joel mirrors you after a moment, the soft cream of the ceiling fan filling their air as he leans his head back, enjoying the faint breeze.

“Never wanted kids of my own, either.” You admit, “But, I loved ‘em when they weren’t my own—partially why I started teaching. I just don’t want my kids feeling the way I felt, so if I never have them then…”

Joel understands, fidgeting with his fingers as they rest over his knees.

“I was so young when Sarah came, I didn’t have a clue.”

It’s something you never really thought about, the quickness to grow up at such a young age—not quite a kid but barely stepping into adulthood.

“Well, it seems like you figured it out. She’s got a strong personality but she’s smart, that’s gotta count for something.”

Joel laughs a short, silent noise through his nose, shoulders shaking with the movement. You push away some of the mess from your bare legs, finding that building things was a lot messier than you thought.

“A wet paper towel or washcloth can help,” Joel adds, pointing toward the dusting of wood on the floor, “the rest,” he waves a loose finger toward your hair, pulling at a small piece and flicking it away, “a shower will do just fine.”

Joel glances over your frame briefly, but the gaze he holds is intense, the time that burns even when he finally looks away.

“I can clean this up for you,” Joel offers, “go ahead and take a shower and I’ll be outta your hair before you’re done.”

And you don’t put up a fight, as much as you could have.

The shower feels like heaven after a long day, nearly into late afternoon now and having skipped out on lunch completely—maybe you should offer to feed him as a thank you, knowing he’d never take any money. You hear him moving around outside the door, shuffling with tools, rearranging some of the furniture that was probably a little on the heavier side, falling silent as you finally turned the faucet off.

You should’ve wait a few more seconds, could’ve—you would have missed him completely by then, but you’re wrenching the door open in a hurry to the short distance to your room that was attached to your bathroom, but not before colliding with Joel on the opposite side of the wall as he dug through a cabinet, admittedly a little lost.

“There weren’t any hand towels in the kitchen,” Joel explains calmly when he turns to you, holding his gaze with yours, avoidant of your blatant nakedness as you silently reach for a towel, wrapping it around your frame without a single blink, “I figured—seemed like the second best option…”

He gestures vaguely to the cabinet full of towels.

You nod slowly, speaking evenly, to your own surprise.

“And I was gonna invite you over for dinner, or out—whichever, but that seems a little cliche now, seein’ as you just saw me naked, don’t want you getting the wrong impression.”

“Can’t have that,” Joel nods, agreeable, the remnants of smug grin catching the corner of his mouth, “can we?”

It takes every last ounce of self control to keep you from making a mistake, beg him to take you there—wherever, on the floor, the counter, the bed just some several feet away in the adjoining room.

“I’ll just…finish cleanin’ up and see myself out,” Joel nods, letting his gaze drag down slightly, fingers tightening around the towel instinctively—for your own good, “sorry ‘bout all this.”

You nod slightly in response, wracking your brain with any reason you could give to keep him here a second longer, convince yourself to stop being so scared of putting yourself out there.

It wasn’t lost on you that Joel seemed interested. He’s got that look that lingers when you’re around, always catching glances when he thinks your attentions drawn somewhere else—you see it in the early mornings when you’re leaving for work now, less before you had gotten to know him, and the soften in his voice when he talks to you lately, it’s comforting; he feels safer allowing himself to relax around you now, free of any judgment.

But, he’s also never made any attempt to cross those boundaries, polite to a default and sometimes his own demise—until now, something telling him to go for it.

“But, if you were wanting to treat me to a nice meal,” There’s a calmness to his tone, that same drip of snark you always had toward him but teasing in a way that made your body run warm all over, “Sarah’s spending the night a few blocks over with a girl on her soccer team, so—a little peace and quiet, some dinner,” Joel shrugs, arm raising up to lean against your frame of the door, palm pressed high and fingers tapping along the woods, “it does sound like a fair trade. For the work.”

And whatever he’s trying for, it’s successful.

Hell, you would’ve ended up finding your way over there somehow, but the fact that Joel’s reciprocating and in a way that almost seems playful, it’s too good to pass up on no matter how stubborn you wanted to be to cover the embarrassment you were feeling right now.

Sure, for the work.

“Deal.”

It doesn’t take long for you and Joel to settle on something simpler than some meal that would take too long, too much work, and it was glaringly obvious from the moment you arrived at Joel’s front door that neither of you gave a shit about dinner or deals or paying him back for the work he did.

Whatever was lingering between you now was bigger, much bigger than it had been before and impossible to ignore.

But, the attempt at small talk is nice—a slice or two of pizza into dinner and you’re settled on his couch, legs crossed and facing him fully with his leg stretched out and resting on the coffee table settled a few feet away. He’s no more dressed down than usual, a pair of jeans (arguably one of his cleaner pairs) and a loose shirt that’s design had faded, probably from years and years of wear. You settled for something similar, comfortable, a knitted blanket slung around your shoulders for comfort.

“Cold?” He asks around a bite.

One word. A simple question, but it feels like an answer to so much more. An excuse, even.

“A little,” You nod, punctuating the answer by pulling the blanket over your shoulder more, knees rising to huddle your body closer to yourself, “it’s not that bad.”

“Let me turn the heat up,” Joel’s standing before you can respond, messing with the small panel on the wall, pointing toward the vent settled conveniently above the couch, “feel it?”

You reach a hand out feebly, waiting for the rush of hot air that never comes. You shake your head slightly, rising on your knees slightly, waddling yourself forward until it finally hits you, closer to Joel’s original spot as he returns, settling back in the same position as before, though you’re much closer in proximity now.

You snort softly, falling back on the heels of your bare feet, palms pressing into the tops of your thighs in an attempt to keep the height you had on Joel currently, the smugness in your expression unavoidable.

He’s got his left arm slung over the back of the couch, fingers curling and straightening in a subconscious movement, food forgotten on the table, his eyes dragging toward yours lazily, the buzz of the television filling whatever silence was settling between you two.

Joel is playing oh, so innocent—you can see right through it.

“Smooth,” You can give him some credit, he’s got you closer—not where he wants you or needs you, but he can touch you if he wants, right now, yet still, “how long did you think that over in your head?”

“An hour,” He admits sheepishly, eyes squinting with the half-hearted smile that stretches his face, “pathetic, right?”

You shrug indifferently, settling in deeper, more comfortably. The shift in your movements has your knees pressed against his thighs, hands settling in your lap and just a few inches from his own. There’s a small tear in your jeans that Joel can see, right against the bend of your knee—he’s got the urge to touch you, so he does.

His touch is rough, warm, all calloused from hard work but containing the hominess you crave so deep in your bones.

“I can let it slide,” You assure him, fingers inching closer to his, the width of his palm covering your kneecap now, a slow, precarious movement as your fingers slip over his own, wrapping around his wrist and feeling the faint thrum of his pulse as it quickens, “if you’ll do something for me.”

It's been weeks of build up, unnecessary tension between the two of you that threatened to spill anytime one of you moved to close to the other, a simple touch in passing or looks that dragged on too long.

“‘Course, anything.”

The admission comes quickly. He doesn’t even need to think it over. He’s staring more intently, the shadows of his face changing with every flashing picture on the screen several feet away.

“Stop torturing me,” You supply softly, guiding his hand between your legs until his knuckles bump against your center, a soft squeeze to your thigh as his fingers fit comfortably against your body, his brain mapping out how the levels of his touch affect you, “you take me to your room,” it’s your turn to reach for him, fingers leaving his wrist to trace alone his thigh in return, though stretching past the the button of his jeans to find the soft skin of his abdomen under his shirt and dragging over his stomach delicately until he can’t stand it anymore, using his free hand to lock yours in place, pulling your attention to his face once more and away from the slow rise and fall of his breathing, “and you fuck me.”

Joel frowns slightly, the creases in his forehead becoming a little deeper, the beginnings of his crows feet wrinkling around his eyes and he’s trading the spot where his hand is cuddle against the apex of your thighs to slip his fingers under your jaw, tracing the fragile lines of your face until he can cradle your cheek gently, using the pad of his thumb to press on your chin, guiding your face down to look at him, and somehow pulling you impossibly closer.

“Fuck you?” He questions, eyes searching yours briefly, tongue swiping at his bottom lip, “No—no, that’s not how I do things, sweetheart.”

You smile under his touch, watching as he mirrors those emotions and urges you toward him and over his lap, large palms holding steady at your waist. You filter your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, tracing until you reach the shell of his ear, playing with the short tuft of hair that curls behind it, his eyes watching your movements carefully.

“Care to enlighten me?”

Joel chuffs out a laugh, short and brimming with a darkness that wasn’t there before, using the leverage he has to lean forward and secure you on his lap until you’re hanging by a thread over his knees, letting out a small yelp at the change in position that quickly dissipates into laughter.

“Darlin’, I’d rather show you.”

There’s a certain giddiness to your energies as you clumsily climb your way up the steps, Joel suddenly a lot more handsy than earlier as he grips at your hips, your thighs, pulling you in for quick, fleeting touches that tickle and have your breath catching in your throat until you can finally break away, nearly tripping into his bedroom before he catches you with a swift hand, shoving the door closed with his heel as he closes in on you, pulling your legs up around his hips in one heft of a motion, arm slung around your backside while the other paws at your thighs, make the small trek to his bed and resting you down slowly, chest heaving with a quickness.

A sudden dip in the bed has your ass nearing the edge but his legs are there to catch you, knees barely pressing against the end of the mattress while he reaches for the button on your pants wordlessly aside from the gaze he’s holding with you, his expression is rather flat (a little concentrated even) and he’s popping it open with ease, thick fingers sneaking around the waistband and tugging until there’s nothing left but a small snag at your ankle that he wrangles quickly, soothing the spot after with his thumb.

“M’sorry about earlier, again,” Joel finds himself apologizing, “never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable around me.”

“I wasn’t—I’m not,” It’s something you’re sure of, more so that anything right now, “I could’ve cleaned up the mess myself.”

Joel shrugs, large palm spreading over the width of your hips, thumbs pressed gently into the ridge of your hip bones as he folds your legs in closer from where they’re hooked around his own waist, the soft cotton dragging against denim and igniting a deep yearning that could only be satiated once he was inside you—it’s what you were hoping for, urging him closer with your foot as you nudged him forward.

“And you were so respectful,” You comment coyly, tilting your head up at him as you reach for the fabric of his shirt, grinding the wet heat of your cunt against the front of his jeans for friction, bottom lip pulled between your lip momentarily when it feels just a little too good, “didn’t even try to take a look, did you?”

Joel laughs quietly, a short huff through his nose when he shakes his head, “I tried—god, did I try—”

His thumbs dip lower, under the waistband over your underwear while his fingertips slide under your shirt, rubbing against the soft skin of your belly, your own hands coming down to claim his, pulling them higher until they settle over your breasts, completely bare underneath.

“I’ve been picturing it since I got home,” Joel admits, glancing up at the ceiling briefly in a desperate plea when he touches the bare skin, nipples pebbling against his touch and he squeezes greedily before he finally has the courage to look at you, watching as you pull the top over your head casually, “you’re poisonin’ my mind, sweetheart.”

It’s a compliment wrapped in some form of emotion you can’t decipher as his mouth drops open an inch, rubbing his thumb over the soft bud of your nipple until you grow impatient, a small whine of protest leaving your mouth as you reach the short distance between your bodies to rub against the swell of his jeans, “Not just that I hope.”

“You really want me to fuck you?” Joel asks sweetly, a little condescending with the way it’s delivered as he glares down at you, his touching lingering from your breasts as he slides a thumb over your clothed cunt, a gentle pressure against your clit until your breath stutters at the sensation. He says your name softly, a warning for your attention to be brought back to him. “Hey, need you with me—you like that? Getting fucked?”

You squeeze him firmly until it forces a chuckle out of his chest, his hand squeezing around your thigh to pull you taut, rocking his hips into the touch before swatting your hand away and working at his belt, jeans, everything keeping him constrained until he can finally reach his cock, working his boxers half away down his thighs and reaching for your hand again, wrapping your softer, less overworked hands around his dick until it registers in your head what he wants, his hand a guiding light as he builds a slow rhythm, squeezing your grip until it’s just right.

“Usually, yeah,” You nod, using your touch to admire every last bit of him, thumb drifting over the head of his cock as you squeeze tight, letting him buck into your touch impatiently—he’s breathing hard through his nose, eye contact more intense now that it ever has been, staring down at your over the bridge of his nose, all beautiful and godlike, sculpted to perfection, “feels good.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s been months. But it has. Almost a year, truthfully, and just by the quick glance you take at him—nothing compares. He doesn’t make a big deal about it, talk himself up like he’s everything you need. He wants to hear what you like, what you want.

“I can do that,” He obliges and suddenly his hand is hit against your folds, middle finger spreading you open gently, pressing against your opening testingly, “do what you like—or we can do things my way.”

“Your—your way?” You gasp softly, nodding without hearing what he has to say, “Yeah—fuck, your way is fine.”

“Didn’t even let me talk, sweet girl.” Joel remarks smugly.

But, it doesn’t matter. The second his finger breaches you fully it’s nothing but white noise, his thumb working just as tentatively at your clit.

Joel drones on anyways, his voice like a warm current as it guides you into a state of calm.

“I’ll get you there, real close, just like this,” He nudges his fingers against a soft spot inside of you that has your eyes squeezing shut, choking off a moan as you squeeze tight around his cock, hands moving a lot less now that he had you distracted, but Joel didn’t mind, “then I’ll fuck you, slow…hard, whatever you like, okay?” And there comes your name again, a bouy pulling you back to the surface as you nod, “But, fuck if I don’t take my time with you—I’m gonna save her for last,” He slips another finger in silently before pulling out and rubs the collected slick over your clit in a couple quick movements, “show her all the attention she deserves, right?”

“Joel,” You whine—a beg, a plea, just another reason to say his name so desperately, “Joel, please.”

“I gotcha,” He comforts, lifting a knee up to rest against the mattress, shifting your leg higher and switching up the angle entirely as it forces his fingers in deeper as he pushes back in, “relax, breathe, lean into it, baby.”

Letting yourself go, he means. The baby is an afterthought and maybe he doesn’t mean anything by it, but it doesn’t fail to send a flutter through your insides and somehow calm you in the same instance.

And really, nothing compares. He’s attentive in a way that’s new to you, never something you’ve experienced in the past and maybe it helps that he’s got a few years on you, or more experience, but it’s addictive—he’s got a hold on you that you can’t seem to break.

He listens to the way your breath buckles when he rubs your clit a little too fast, clearly nearing your edge quicker than he or you would like, but he knows just when to stop and slow down, fill you full of his fingers and keep you wanting more. He sees the subtle pull of your brow when he drags it on longer than you’re used to, that’s when he finally pulls away.

“Joel, can’t—“ You breath out tiredly, eyes closed and resting as you catch your breath, his hands nudging yours away from his cock as it bounces against his stomach, quickly shoving his jeans and underwear the rest of the way down, “want you inside, need you to fuck me like you—you said—“

He rubs a comforting hand against your stomach, up your sternum until he’s flat against the center of your chest and you’re looking at him again, more focused this time around.

“Scoot up,” He tells you softly, nodding while he reaches behind his head, yanking his shirt over his head in one fluid act, “get comfortable, sweetheart.”

He’s unabashed and cool in the way he holds himself before you, yielding a vulnerability that he never would’ve had with you if he hadn’t gotten to know to you more, if he didn’t have the chance to—he walks around the bed and to his nightstand a few feet away, admittedly littered in either dirty clothes or laundry he hadn’t put away yet, rustling through one of his top drawers for something you can only assume, his bare ass on display and in perfect view.

It’s something to admire, firm and toned from the heavy lifting and upkeep he kept on his body, through work and exercise, the muscles in his backs molding to each move he made as he stretched, rolling a tight shoulder as he closed the blinds a little tighter, turning to you then and switching on his bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow that leaves you nowhere to hide from him.

Not that you felt the need to anymore. Maybe a few weeks ago, but definitely not now.

“Here,” He’s adjusting a pillow underneath your head as you lean forward, assuring you’re comfort as you nod to his waiting look, eyebrow raised slightly, “do you—I can turn that off if you want?” He rubs a curious hand down your chest again, clambering to settle between your legs as he kneels, cock hanging heavy between you as he rips the foil open quietly with his opposite hand, the other again, curious as he palms your breast, pointer finger dragging along the swell of it as he traces down to the underside, “I just—I like seein’ you.”

“It’s fine, Joel.” You answer him, stalling his movements with your touch as you trap his hand, watching as he spits away the foil and rolls the condom over his cock with ease, stroking languidly until he feels secure, somehow making the moment even more tender as he winds his fingers through your loose ones, subconsciously asking for the touch as he smile when your eyes catch his gaze.

“You let me know what you need,” He orders kindly, though there’s a sternness behind it, “I’ll be damned if you’re not gettin’ what you want, alright?”

You nod, inhaling silently on the first press of his head against your cunt, his shaft sliding against the center and coating in your wetness before he’s pushing in with a carefulness that’s indicated through the tight grip you have on his hand, loosening when he finally bottoms out.

Joel groans low, quiet, savoring how tight you’re gripping him in the moment, pulsating with need from how hard he’d edged you to near orgasm. He’s thankful, for once, because he’s not sure he has much will power to hold off either.

“Slow,” He reminds you, a gentle rock of his hips as he focuses his attention toward the point where you two meet, watching the way you pull him in with greed, fingers once twisted between his fingers now clawing tightly at the sheets, “shit—it’s been too long.”

You nod knowingly, other hand shifting to put space between you and the headboard, placing opposite pressure against the wood with your hand, in turn allowing you to gain some leverage and work yourself easier against Joel, whatever slow place he was going for quickly dissolving into madness, hands wild and gripping at whatever flesh it could reach.

“Oh, hell.” Joel groans, head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut for his own good, fingers digging into your thighs so he can fuck himself into you with fervor, your moans quickly morphing into pleas for, “more, more—please, Joel.”

“Gimme your hand,” He gruffs out, voice scratchy and raw, guiding your fingers until they lock around the back of your thigh, pushing until you’re spread wide and he’s guiding your other leg over his chest, ankle resting against his shoulder as he pulls out without warning to adjust himself, “you’re gonna hold yourself open, baby—keep yourself open for me.”

And then he’s sliding back in with no preamble or words of comfort, just a desperate slide of his body against your own, seeking to be back inside you.

The angle is almost unbearable this way, teetering on the edge of too much but whatever words you’re trying to form in your head aren’t making sense, eyes locked on Joel—all of him; his face and the subtle way his forehead creases, mouth dropping open wider when you clench down on him, gasping through every thrust of his hips, and his chest in the way it flexes as he pulls you tighter, biceps flexing as he strains, his own self control breaking down piece by piece. You’re mostly mesmerized by the way this angle gives an almost perfect view to watch him fuck up into you, the veins running along the side of his cock and how careful he is too pull all the way out before he’s driving you insane with the forceful thrusts he gives as he returns, his eyes flicking up briefly when he catches you staring.

“Oh, fuck—“ He huffs through a laugh, your name falling from his lips once more, “sweetheart, you’ve got no clue how good you feel.”

He moans a little louder, unrestrained and rough, almost like he’s growling with every sharp snap of his hips and it’s driving you insane, that subtle throb of need turning into an ache that had to be soothed.

“Joel…” You call out to him, sounding soft and broken.

He’s right there with you, ripping your hand away from where it’s latched to your thigh and bringing it between your legs, feeling exactly how wet you were for him, his thumb covering your own as he helped you start a steady rhythm against your clit.

“Look so pretty like this, sweetheart,” Joel notes, voice sounding even more strained, his grip growing tighter as he seeked to wrap you around him more, more, more, leaving your hand to wrap around the back of your thighs and push you apart, “I got you—come for me. Think you can do that?”

You nod absently, feeling like you were falling into a trance, a dark void that was just you and him and nothing else, touching yourself with an urgency that didn’t let up, fingers immediately speeding up when his hands moved away and he sees it, the desperation.

Joel chuckles to himself, a noise that breaks you from the haze as your eyes creep open, watching how he admired you openly with no shame, “Fuck—you really need it, don’t you?”

You can hear yourself, him—that wet squelch of arousal, skin against skin as he fucks into you with no restraint. You nod again, a quick jerky movement as you feel that familiar heat in your belly build, “Yesyes—god, Joel.”

And Joel soothes you every step of the way as it finally hits you, his hands giving your thighs that desperate relief they needed as he pulls you close, a hand cupping the back of your neck firm and tilting your chin up, lips dragging along yours without taking the step to press against them for a full kiss, a intimate moment of breathing against one another while Joel follows a few moments later, his hips rocking to a slow halt as he rides through the force of his orgasm, groaning deeply against your mouth as you feel everything calm around you, the soft hum of the fan on his dresser pulling you back to earth.

You want to kiss him so badly, watching him pull away for a brief second to check in with you, eyes scanning your face for anything—but you’re tired of overthinking so you do it, no second guessing, no worrying, cupping his face gently and pulling him in for a long, but simple kiss that feels like it could go on for eternity. He melts into it instantly, the firm grip on your neck softening to cradle your face, one of you (though, maybe both) eventually coming up for air with grins wider than you’ve ever seen.

There’s nothing left to do but feel it, both of you laughing into each other’s skin and that small snort of amusement slipping from you, feeling Joel mumble something against your collarbone but not asking him to repeat it, watching him smile to himself again as he rises on steady legs to dispose of the condom.

“How are you even—“ You giggle softly, rubbing a gentle hand over your face and through your hair, watching as he retreats toward his ensuite bathroom to retrieve something small, a tiny towel as he wipes up the last remnants of mess around you and his own body, but not yet reaching for you, “my legs are shaking, can you—“ You reach weakly for the towel.

But, he’s spreading out between your legs before you can protest, that smug fucking look on his face as he tosses the towel to the side and waits for you to finish.

You never do.

“Didn’t forget, did you?” Joel asks, eyebrows raised in question. “I’m takin’ my time, sweetheart.”

And the night lends all the time in the world, watching with a sated grin and tired eyes as Joel presses a kiss to your core and dives in, finding every last bit of you to taste, devour, savor in the off chance he never gets to experience this again.

“Pussy’s fuckin’ perfect, darlin’.” He murmurs—and how he manages to make that sound so endearing despite how depraved it actually is, you’ll never know.

He also really loves when you play with his hair, the delicate traces of your fingertips as you take through his soft tufts of brown and pull when things get a little too intense.

Joel brings you to a slow, but satisfying second orgasm that has you whining at how intense it feels after the first, gasping when his tongue works you through it and nearly has you cursing his name in a plea to stop, but he pulls away at the perfect moment, careful as he cleans you up now, not a word shared until he’s settled in the bed beside you, reaching to pull at the lamp string and let the room succumb to darkness.

Part of your brain thinks this should feel strange—screwing your neighbor after he’s been helping you out for weeks and building your furniture for free (technically), but Joel’s mind is elsewhere, rubbing softly at your side as he turns you in bed, pulling the sheets up over you both despite your obvious states of undress, clearly too tired to go searching for your clothes.

You want to make an excuse to leave. You do, but Joel quickly squashes that worry of making things weird by staying.

You can't see face but you hear him, lips brushing the top of your head as he speaks in a soft tone, “Sleep here,” He encourages you, but adding a quick, “if you want—only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“Tommy’s pickin’ Sarah up for me in the morning,” He tells you, sensing your hesitation of an uncomfortable face to face the next morning, and you voice that to him softly, “don’t worry, I can sneak you out if it comes to that.”

Joel lends a soft touch to your thighs, still sore and shot from earlier as he squeezes the flesh gently.

“M’not gonna fuck you like that and let you leave,” and that shouldn’t make you feel the way it does, leaning into his touch a little further, wanting more, but it does, “somethin’ about you relaxes me, can’t put my finger on it.”

“The mind-blowing sex to start,” You joke lightly, speaking softly to him despite the empty house, “among other things.”

Joel’s laugh is the last thing you hear before you both lose the battle to exhaustion, curled around one another.

Tommy catches you in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee before you even realize he’s inside, quiet as a mouse as Sarah trods up behind him and beyond, waving a quick greeting with no outward comment or acknowledgement on why you were here, at the Miller residence, somehow stuck in the middle of their morning routine as they readied for work around you.

“My brother?” He asks with a smile, polite but amused.

“Bathroom, shower.” You answer, watching him nod, digesting the context clues and laughing to himself.

You hand him a cup wordlessly, filling the coffee for him.

“Didn’t think he had it in ‘em.” Tommy comments off-handedly, blowing out a faint puff through his lips as he shakes his head, dipping his head into the fridge in search of breakfast.

Joel saves you soon after, walking you back to your house without a word to his brother aside from a quick shared look, one that reads him getting teased to all he’ll later.

There’s a silent agreement that’s made as Joel backs you against your front door, tilting your chin up briefly to press a chaste kiss to the side of your jaw, not quite your lips, not quite your cheek, but still somehow more sensual than it should be.

“I’ve got a lot of fixin’ to do, still,” You admit, “could really use your help—if you’re still offerin’.”

“At your service, sweetheart.”

Tommy’s waiting eagerly in the kitchen when Joel returns, digging into a blueberry muffin like an animal.

“You are so screwed, brother.”

And Joel knows it’s true.

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Shut Up & Drive

matt sturniolo x mechanic!reader

a/n: i know nothing about cars yall so i’m sorry to the car bros if i get something wrong

genre: fluff

summary: when matt needs to take the car into the shop, he meets a cute mechanic who fixes his car.

cw: language

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OIL CHANGE REQUIRED. matt groaned audibly as he saw the notification on the car. “what?” nick asked from the backseat. “i need to get the oil changed for the car.” matt sighs. he was not a fan of taking his car into the shop (but who is?). “cant you do that at home or whatever?” chris said. “no, i’ll have to take it into the shop.” matt retorted. “oh, ok, so do that.” chris brushes him off. since matt was the only one who could drive, he was obviously always the one to take care of the car too. “i’ll do it tomorrow, i guess.” matt grumbles.

the next day, matt drove to the mechanic to get the oil changed for the car. when he arrived at the shop, it appeared to just be a big open garage with cars parked all around. the sounds of buzzing and car doors opening and closing was overwhelming. as he was trying to look for someone who worked there, he spotted somebody underneath a car, fiddling around with something on the bottom. “shit!” the person exclaims before sliding out from beneath the car, shaking her hand in pain.

matt couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. she wore a baggy f/c jumpsuit with the top half unzipped and wrapped around her waist, a black tank top on the upper half of her body. safety goggles were propped on top of her head but she didn’t seem to use them. her h/l h/c hair was pulled into a ponytail. a few tattoos decorated her left arm.

“mother fucker-“ she cuts herself off when she sees matt. “oh, hi! i, uh, didn’t see you there.” she chuckles. “are you ok?” matt asks, looking at her finger that she’s clutching in her hand. “wh- oh! this? i’m fine, it’s just a tiny cut.” she dismisses it. “i’m y/n, what do you need help with?” she holds out her hand for matt to shake and he does. “i’m matt. my car needs an oil change.” he explains. “lead the way, matt.” she grinned.

as she was working on his car, he couldn’t help but admire her. “so how old are you? usually it’s older people bringing their cars in because kids just have their parents bring it in.” y/n asks, still focused on the car. “i’m 20. how about you?” he replies. “no way! me too!” she exclaims as if she’s never found someone the same age as her. the conversation continues smoothly and matt can’t help but like her more and more by the minute. turns out they actually had a lot in common. he was fighting the urge to ask for her number or something, but he didn’t want to make things weird or uncomfortable and assumed her friendliness was just her customer service attitude.

y/n finishes the oil change and the two of them head over to the register. “alright, that’ll be $80.” y/n says when she rings him up. he swipes his card and thanks her. she waves goodbye to him as he walks to his car, seemingly contemplating something. as soon as he enters the car and turns on the engine, she runs over to him.

“are you free tomorrow night? wait- i should ask if you’re single—are you single?” she blurts out when she leans into his window. “um, yeah- yes, i’m single. and also free tomorrow night.” he awkwardly chuckles. “great! do you maybe wanna get dinner tomorrow?” she asks, suddenly a little shy. “yes, of course! i mean, where should i pick you up?” he can’t help but smile. “here’s my number and my address.” she writes on a small piece of paper and gives it to him. “i’ll see you tomorrow then?” he confirms. “yep! see ya, matt!” she grins and quickly kisses him on the cheek before jogging back to the shop. going to the shop wasn’t so bad this time.

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matthewfuckinggraygubler · 9 days

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Could you do Spencer x reader where he’s holding a cast party and reader goes to his home to help get the party ready and confesses that she is attracted to him and he likes her back (Smut/ cute Fluff if possible)

Or could you do where the reader is starting to show her baby bump/ tell Spencer she’s pregnant? Thank uuu

Party with a surprise | Spencer Reid +18

· Pairing: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader · Category: fluff, smut-fluff, Angst · Warning: Sex, pregnancy, body-shaming · Words: 4854 · Summary: You and Spencer are really close, and lately, you've been hanging out a lot. You're excited to help him set up his party, hoping to spend more time with him. You had no idea things would change so quickly between you two.

· Spanish on Wattpad. English isn't my first language, be kind!

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"Hey, have you sent animated invitations to everyone for Saturday’s party?"

You heard a voice complaining behind you as a coffee flew through the air and landed in your hands.

"Yes, don’t you like it? They turned out pretty good, didn’t they?"

"Big social event at Spencer Reid's house. Please be on time, if you've been invited it's because you're a very special person… The time, the day... the address... a heart, another one... moving animals... very creative, yes." He complained, barely holding back a laugh.

"I think it was successful… everyone liked it, they all confirmed their attendance, by the way. You’re welcome for the help," you responded sarcastically.

He hadn’t asked for help with the party, but you wanted to do it. It wasn’t something he would normally do, though you thought it was great, and it was as good an excuse as any to spend time together. You’d been friends for a long time, but lately, you’d been feeling more attracted to him than usual, something you tried to deny to yourself.

"I didn’t ask for it, no need, really, just you coming is enough." You knew he didn’t mean to bother you, which only made him more adorable.

"I’ll be there early on Saturday to help with everything. And don’t try to argue! I know you." You said with a cheeky smile but a certain authoritative tone, and he couldn’t help but smile too.

On Saturday, you arrived at his house at four sharp, loaded with bags full of decorations, food, and drinks. You climbed the stairs, feeling sweat trickling down your back and your heart racing. You wanted to look perfect for him. Once at the top, you dropped everything with a sigh. Your hair was a bit tousled, and your cheeks were flushed. Just as you were about to fix yourself up, the door opened.

"Hey… What are you doing…?" A shy smile appeared on his lips.

"N-nothing... I was… resting. I carried all these things up." You were still panting.

"You should’ve called me! You’re so stubborn... You’re early." He protested as he helped you bring in the bags.

"There’s a lot of decorating to do... Why are you throwing a party if you're going to complain so much?"

"Okay, okay, sorry. I’m just nervous. You... You look really pretty, by the way."

Your eyes widened, and you fought to keep your cheeks from turning red.

"Oh… Thanks…" You turned away, trying to hide the fact that the comment affected you, and started taking things out of the bag. "Come on… Help me..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Spencer was beside you, helping you take out the decorations and placing them on the table. His arm brushed against yours, and it was affecting you more than you'd like to admit.

"Hey, look." Spencer wrapped your head with a garland. "It really suits you," he said with a laugh. You were standing quite close, and your heart raced at his adorable gesture.

"Oh, so funny." You put a bow on his head. "Now you’re a gift."

He smiled when you didn’t pull away. He looked at you intently and, with a moment of bravery, said, "I don’t mind if I’m a gift for you."

Your cheeks flushed, and you lowered your gaze, feeling your heart pound. You didn’t expect such a direct declaration. Was he openly flirting with you? Was Spencer Reid flirting? He was, and you liked it, but the idea of crossing that line with your best friend terrified you.

As you both decorated the living room, the tension between you increased with every accidental touch and prolonged glance. Your body responded instinctively to his closeness, but a part of you fought to maintain distance. When you finished, you both sat on the couch.

"Have you thought about the music? Parties have music, Spence..." You grabbed your phone and searched for a lively playlist.

"Good thing you’re here, or else…" Suddenly, you felt his hand gently stroke your arm, casually, as if it were something he did all the time. You glanced at his hand out of the corner of your eye but tried to ignore it, focusing on your phone, but your body betrayed you, and your skin tingled at his touch. You looked up and realized he was much closer than you thought. The tension was palpable, like that typical movie moment where the protagonists kiss. You felt it, you wanted it, and you could tell he did too. But oh, right... just as you were about to get closer, the doorbell rang—a timely yet inconvenient coincidence. You both cursed internally; it was clear on your faces.

"I’ll get it..." Spencer said as he stroked your arm once more, pressing gently. You didn’t know what they had done to your friend and colleague. He was so bold, so confident, you couldn’t believe it, though you loved it.

When he opened the door, Penelope burst in, with Derek and JJ following behind.

"Heyyy!" The blonde greeted cheerfully.

"How’s it going, lovebirds? I brought this," Derek placed something to drink on the table.

JJ entered and sat in the living room, looking at you curiously when she saw your frown. She smiled.

Soon, the others arrived, and honestly, you were all having a great time. You kept handling the music for everyone's sake, and watching Morgan and Garcia break into dance quickly got the party going. Rossi pulled you out to dance, Emily and JJ made amusing comments, and Hotch stayed off to the side, sipping his drink and "smiling" at the spectacle. But noticing how Spencer never took his eyes off you for a second made your heart race non-stop. If there hadn’t been music, everyone could have probably heard your heartbeat.

You spent the whole night flirting, glances here and there, a touch now and then, a subtle comment whenever one of you got close to the other… Tonight you felt like you were on cloud nine. You went to Spencer’s room, where you had all left your personal things, to grab some lip balm from your purse. As you were about to leave, you bumped into him.

"Oh..! You scared me... Sorry."

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you." Spencer had a relaxed smile on his face. He had followed you, clearly wanting to be alone with you, and at that point, you had no control over your nerves.

"N-no, it’s fine..."

"You still… still haven’t danced with me," he said, raising his eyebrows, giving you those puppy-dog eyes that made you melt. You hadn’t really been aware of it until now. And suddenly, you realized you were in his room, in the dark, with only the light from outside and the sound of the music from the living room and your friends having fun.

"No, you don’t dance..." You said with a nervous giggle.

"I would dance with you," he replied, stepping closer.

The shy laugh that escaped you as you lowered your head, embarrassed, seemed like more than enough of a sign for him to approach, with a soft but determined touch on your waist. His touch was slow, cautious, waiting for any sign of doubt or rejection, but that never came. Instead, your hands slowly moved up his arms, tracing the path to his shoulders, and you were completely pressed together as you started a slow, swaying dance.

Your gazes locked, trapping you in the warmth of his brown eyes that seemed to speak without words. Slowly, he leaned his face toward yours until your foreheads touched. He smiled—a smile full of tenderness you could see even with the dim light that entered, making you shiver.

With a slight movement of his foot, he closed the door, isolating the two of you from the rest of the world. The darkness surrounding you seemed to intensify your heartbeat. His hands, which had rested on your waist, began to slowly slide down, while yours, almost without realizing it, moved up to his neck, seeking more closeness.

Your noses brushed in a sweet, innocent gesture, but it was loaded with restrained desire. Your bodies, once swaying in sync, now moved erratically, but in that lack of coordination, there was something deliberate, as if every small accidental touch was a game you both wanted to keep playing. You could feel it—his body reacting, and yours responding to his touch.

Almost at the same time, you both leaned in, meeting in a kiss that, though passionate, was slow, delicate. With each touch, each caress of his lips on yours, you felt your mind fog, and time seemed to stop, letting only your deepest instincts guide the moment. Your tongues tangled together, while Spencer’s hands tenderly caressed the rest of your body, pulling it as close to his as he could, wanting to treat it with all the care in the world, and that’s when he seemed to realize he wanted to kiss every part of you. There was nothing innocent about the way your tongues intertwined, exploring each other with a sweetness that made you feel like you were floating. Spencer’s hands were careful, starting to explore your body with the same tenderness with which he kissed your lips.

He pushed you gently against the door, his ragged breath hitting your skin as he began a trail of kisses down your neck, slowly descending to your collarbone. Each kiss ignited a spark, making your thoughts completely vanish. The softness with which he treated you was a delicious contradiction; his kisses were soft, but the desire only made you burn more.

In the background, you barely heard the music and distant voices. Laughter, conversations, even Derek’s booming laughter or Garcia’s loud voice faded away. All that mattered was him and how his hands drew you closer to his body, as

In the background, you could barely hear the music and distant voices. Laughter, conversations, even Derek's loud laughter or García's booming voice faded away. All that mattered was him, and the way his hands pulled you closer to his body, as if he never wanted to let you go.

With a gentle movement, you pulled Spencer, and the two of you fell onto the bed. You on your back and him on top of you, his lips never stopped moving across your skin. A mixture of desire and tenderness filled every second. His body against yours enveloped you, not just physically, but emotionally, as you felt the intensity that only kept growing. And there, while Spencer's hands continued to explore your body with that infinite devotion, you knew that moment was just yours, perfect in its mix of passion and love.

His lips didn’t stop exploring every part of you they could reach, while his ragged breathing brushed your skin with an intoxicating warmth, the way his mouth lingered on your skin was slow, but filled with an intensity that made you shiver. Your hands weren’t still. They slid to his hair, tangling in it, tugging slightly, trying to feel him even closer. You could feel how every one of his movements seemed intentional, designed to make you feel loved and desired at the same time. He paused occasionally, breathing deeply. The silence in the room, broken only by whispers, shallow breaths, and the music in the background, became even more palpable when his lips finally met yours again in a deeper, more desperate kiss.

His hands rested on your face, caressing your cheek with an overwhelming softness. He looked into your eyes as his breathing steadied slightly, and then, in a low and husky voice, he said, "You can’t imagine how much I love you." His confession hung in the air, filling it with a warmth that pierced your heart.

You shivered, your body trembled, and your mind went blank. In that moment, it felt like you were floating away, all the feelings you'd been ignoring, and there he was, confessing that he loved you and making you feel like the most desired person in the sweetest way.

As his lips met yours again, Spencer couldn’t help but smile against your mouth. There was something mischievous in that gesture, something that seemed to remind you both that you'd been away from the party for too long. Your stomach fluttered, and you said, "I love you too, Spencer." The urgency started to grow more palpable. His body on top of yours pressed slightly, as if time itself was conspiring to make sure nothing and no one interrupted that moment.

Between kisses, soft laughter, and ragged breaths, he whispered in your ear, with a warm and conspiratorial tone: "They're going to look for us... they must be wondering where we are by now."

"Let them wonder," you replied with a half-smile, almost panting, as you pulled him closer, making your bodies fit together even more. You felt the heat on your skin, the fast beat of his heart, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. There were no longer just brushes of skin, his hands sought your breasts, caressing them beneath your clothes as he kissed your neck.

The hand that had been exploring your torso moved down to your abdomen, unbuttoning your pants. His hands began to slide more firmly over your waist, moving down, pulling off your pants and underwear. Despite the urgency you both felt, there was a softness in his touch that countered the fast pace of his kisses. It seemed like every gesture, every caress, was filled with love and devotion.

Between kisses, Spencer paused his mouth near your ear. "Tell me if you want me to stop..." His voice was a deep whisper, filled with that perfect mix of desire and respect, his words echoed in your mind as you bit your lip.

"No… Don't stop," you responded quickly, your fingers tangling even tighter in his hair, pulling him closer to you. You got rid of his belt, and his hands moved even faster, exploring every part of you, while his mouth reclaimed yours in a deeper kiss, full of that urgent desire. You knew that at any moment someone could knock on the door or ask about you two, but that only seemed to speed things up. You shivered when, in one swift movement, you felt him make you completely his.

Spencer breathed against your neck, his lips moving up and down, leaving a trail of kisses that made your skin burn with each touch. Between whispered moans of pleasure, you felt how his movements became faster, more intense, but never lost the sweetness that had characterized every touch, every kiss.

"You're perfect," he whispered against your lips, his voice ragged from the intensity of the moment. His hot breath brushed your skin as he kissed you over and over, his hands gripping you as if he didn’t want that moment to slip away.

You felt it too; that delicious mix of urgency and emotional connection that made you wish time would stop. As your bodies moved in unison, Spencer kept his eyes closed, as if that allowed him to thrust with more force, as if he wanted to savor every second. But when he opened them, he looked at you with such intensity that it almost took your breath away.

Words were replaced by unintelligible whispers, small confessions of love and desire that escaped between quick breaths. The urgency that had started when you fell on the bed now reached its peak, but even in those most intense moments, Spencer never stopped being tender. His hands, which gripped you more tightly, still kept that softness that made you feel protected and loved.

Finally, the moment culminated in an explosion of sensations, and he had to cover your mouth with his hand between laughs to keep quiet, though luckily the music was loud. The two of you clung to each other, breathing together, sharing the heat and the rapid beat of your hearts. Spencer buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply as he tried to calm down, letting his hand that had been over your lips fall.

After a few moments, both of you started laughing softly, your bodies still close. Spencer sat up just enough to look into your eyes.

"They definitely suspect something," he said, but his tone was light, playful. He didn’t seem too worried.

"I don’t care," you replied, laughing, as you caressed his neck.

That night meant something new for both of you. Monday morning when you arrived, he was there, and you looked at each other nervously, unsure of what to say. You had confessed your love to each other in the middle of the frenzy and hadn’t talked about it afterward. For the rest of the party, you were affectionate, more than usual, and of course, your friends noticed your absence and the playful flirting afterward. You didn’t escape the teasing comments either.

“Hey, lovebirds, here,” Derek handed each of you a drink. “You need to replenish your fluids.” My face turned as red as a tomato, and Spencer laughed, lowering his gaze.

“Morgan... leave them alone, don’t be cruel,” JJ was at least on our side, thankfully.

“I love it when there are new couples! The beginnings are so beautiful!!” García is undoubtedly the team’s biggest blabbermouth. I didn’t know where to hide, and I couldn’t understand why Spencer wasn’t feeling awkward about the situation.

“Alright, alright... Guys, stop, y/n’s going to bolt,” Rossi gestured with his hands as if calming everyone down. “So, where were we? Can someone turn up the music and bring me another drink?” Emily had definitely taken over a couch and was in her happy place.

After the party, I went home. JJ, Emily, and I took an Uber. Spencer and I said goodbye normally; I think we were embarrassed, with everyone there, we didn’t know how to behave. And for the rest of the weekend, we didn’t talk again.

When we saw each other again on Monday, it was a bit awkward. He greeted me when he saw me, and I didn’t know how to react.

“Hi.”

“How are you...?” He seemed like he wanted to say something more, but I think he was feeling the same as me.

“Uh, uh... I’m fine, and you...?”

“I... Well, I’m fine...” There was a pause. “Actually, no, I’m not.”

“You’re not? Okay, why not?” You thought this was the stupidest conversation you’d ever had.

Even with the silly conversation you were having, you cursed when you were interrupted.

“Hey, Reid, I need you to come with me to a crime scene.” Damn Morgan, he’s always so freaking inconvenient.

You spent the whole day at the office nervously trying to do the profile, but you didn’t make much progress. You kept glancing at the door. “Where had they gone?” you wondered.

It wasn’t until the middle of the afternoon that Reid appeared, exhausted from running all over the city, collapsing into his chair. When you saw him, you moved closer, sitting in the chair next to him.

“Hey... how did it go? You took a while.” You were worried when you saw his tired face, and you had the urge to hug him.

He slouched further in the chair. “It went well, it was just a long investigation. I’m tired,” his eyes locked on yours. “I... wanted to see you.”

You tried to contain a smile that was fighting to come out, but you lost the battle. Spencer gave you one in return, sincere, kind. And you saw him extend a hand, inviting you to take it. You didn’t think much about it; you wanted to feel his electrifying, warm, and comforting skin against yours again.

“The day felt so long without you.” You were starting to lose filters; you didn’t want them with him.

“It’s been endless. The thing is, I’ve had something on my mind all day, and I need to ask you.”

“Oh, okay... Go ahead, ask.” You were a nervous wreck, but you acted normal.

“Um... You and I... ? Are we... are we boyfriend and girlfriend...?”

Your smile grew wider without meaning to; you found it so adorable how he was asking to be your boyfriend, how he wasn’t sure if he already was after what had happened. He was sweet even for this. Though to be honest, you didn’t really know either.

“Hm... I’d like that... Do you... do you want to be my boyfriend...?” You asked with a bit of hesitation.

He gently pulled on the hand you had grabbed a few minutes ago, and with the other, he cupped your face and kissed you with a softness and tenderness that made you melt. Yes, he definitely wanted to be your boyfriend.

You spent a few dreamlike months together. You were in love, enjoying your time like any newly-started couple: many hours in bed, just as many out walking, countless more on the couch reading and eating chocolate ice cream like you loved so much, enduring the comments and teasing from your friends... You had been together for a month and a half, and for the last few days, you hadn't been feeling well. Some dizziness and more exhaustion than usual, though you didn’t think much of it.

A week later, and suddenly, the foods you once loved were making you feel sick. Everything disgusted you. By the time two months had passed, the lack of sleep and food, along with body aches, was getting to you.

"Hey, you've not been feeling well lately, babe. We’re going to the doctor," he insisted, kind but firm.

"Seriously, just leave it, these past few weeks have been stressful. I just need to finish this case."

"Stress? You can’t stop moving at night, your back hurts, you're irritable, you're not eating... It’s like…" His face changed completely, becoming sad.

"Like what…?"

"We started dating, and now you… Is this all because you don’t want us to be together? Do you want to go back?"

"W-what?" My eyes were wide. Had I made him think that? I had been so focused on myself that I hadn’t noticed how he was feeling. "NO! I love you! Do you hear me?" I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me.

Spencer nodded slowly and rested his forehead against mine. "I love you too. I’m just worried you’re not okay."

"You’re so adorable I could die right now, you know that?" His laugh, with his forehead still pressed against mine, made him even more adorable. He didn’t know.

A couple more weeks passed, maybe three, you weren’t sure. There was so much chaos in your life—working at the BAU had its downsides: traveling, long hours, constant outings... You hadn’t noticed a pattern until today. You had spent the last five mornings throwing up your coffee. “Sht…” you thought. Suddenly, you became aware of everything else: you were wearing leggings because your jeans were too tight, the aches, the fatigue, the chest pain, the nausea... “Fck… This can’t be, this can’t be…”

You panicked and got dressed quickly, trying not to think about it anymore. When you arrived at the bullpen, JJ showed up with some donuts and offered you one, but you refused as soon as the smell hit your nose.

“Ugh… no thanks, JJ…”

“Oh, alright… I’ll save one for later.” JJ looked at you closely.

“Hey, for how little you’re eating, you’re looking extra huggable. Love looks good on you,” Morgan joked about the obvious change in your body, and it crushed you. It was an innocent comment, seemingly positive, but you couldn’t take it.

“S-sorry, I need to go to the bathroom, guys.” You rushed off, the door closed behind you, and you started crying uncontrollably.

A few seconds later, someone came in. “Hello…? Hey…” JJ was fully aware of what was happening to you. She had been watching for a while—she had gone through the same thing. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“I screwed up, JJ…”

“Well… It’s not exactly that, right?”

“How could I not use…? Damn it, I should’ve known better. I forget to take the pill sometimes. I’m so scatterbrained, and with the time changes, the trips… What do I do?!”

“Hm, I think you two need to talk, honestly. You love each other, don’t you? It’ll be okay.” JJ seemed so calm, and it was actually helping you, but all you wanted to do was scream.

The rest of the day, you were a bit distant with everyone, even with Spencer, who seemed worried about you. He tried to take care of you without overwhelming you too much, always attentive to your needs. He always did that, but now he wanted to make sure you felt better; leaving water on your desk, lollipops you liked next to your monitor, hand cream… At the end of the day, he approached you.

"Hey, um, would you… do you want to come over to my place today?" You could see his concerned, almost pleading expression.

That automatically brought a small smile to your face. "Of course, I want to. Let’s go."

When you arrived, you were determined to talk to him, no matter how hard it might be.

"Um, Spence, can we talk? I need to tell you something." Your face was full of complete and utter distress.

Spencer let out a deep sigh, took your hand, and gently led you to the couch, inviting you to sit beside him. His attitude struck you as odd, though he was always tender with you.

"Alright, uh… I have something important to tell you," you said firmly. You wanted to be direct, not knowing any other way to do it.

"I know what's going on." His face, though serious, radiated affection, empathy, and kindness.

"Oh. Uh… How do you… know?"

"If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s recognizing patterns. And for the past three months, you’ve had some pretty obvious symptoms: nausea, vomiting, aches, fatigue, gaining a bit of volume…" He squeezed your hand, and a small smile appeared on his face.

You felt like you were breaking slowly. "Why… didn’t you say anything?" Your voice sounded high-pitched, on the verge of tears.

"I was giving you space, I thought you needed it. At first, I thought you were sick, and then I realized that wasn’t it. I just wanted you to come to me when you were ready…" Your face was a mix between a pout and a smile.

"It’s just… I didn’t notice, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, I just wasn’t aware. My god, what a stupid thing… Not even with my body, my clothes don’t even fit."

"Your body is perfect, I love it, no matter what it is now or what it will be, I’ll love it always. I love you in all your forms." He lifted your hands and kissed them with his eyes closed, showing all the devotion he felt for you. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and a huge smile spread across your face.

"Look, I haven’t actually taken a test yet, so I don’t know if I really am or not… I also don’t know if… I mean, what now? If it’s real, what are we going to do? I can’t think of anything else right now; it’s like everything is foggy—my work, the future, us…"

"Okay, okay, okay… Stop. Listen. Tomorrow we’ll go to the doctor, and this time you can’t say no. Once we know more, you can decide what you want. I want you to know that I love you and I want to share my life with you. The idea of starting a family together makes me really happy, but what matters most is that we’re okay together." Tears streamed down your cheeks, maybe because of the hormone cocktail, or the mix of happiness, love, fear, uncertainty… and he wiped them away with his fingers, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Everything is going to be okay." His words soothed your hyperactive mind. "I love you."

"I know." You said, gently holding his wrists, wanting to keep him close.

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Ok so blackhill x daughter reader

So Natasha and Maria have been stressed lately and on a mission we keep calling them lil mama and mom (I don’t know which nicknames you want) and some agents (avengers don’t because they are used to) snicker about that. (Don’t get me wrong they love when we call them that no matter the situation and will beat up anybody who laughs at that but now due to the stress they can’t) so they kind of snap at us telling us that we have to adress them with respect.

Now the angst 😈 then some days after that mission we get kidnapped and HYDRA got a device that made us see that our mothers were torturing us. So we got tortured irl but saw that Natasha and Maria did it.

Then when they finally get to where we are (some time has to pass) we start to back up frightened and start saying things like “please miss romanoff please don’t hurt me more miss romanoff” (yk like begging but calling them that) and Natasha is startled and says “what did you call me?” So we get even more frightened and kind of scream “I’m sorry black widow I’m sorry please no more please” also when we are in the compound every time we see them we get duper frightened. And they have to make a lot of effort and rehabilitation to get us back to our past shelf.

I don’t know if this makes sense at all. I’m sorry if it doesn’t

-🦈

We are your mothers

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part 2

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, Natasha and Maria being stupid for a second, torture

genre: angst

words: 1370

a/n: I finally finished a fic, yay😎 hope you like it :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Going on a mission with your moms seemed exciting at first. You and Natasha had spoken about it a lot, and while she was unsure of you joining them, she was proud of you.

Two days in and excitement had died down, now walking on eggshells every time you talked with your moms. They were stressed. Very stressed. The past couple of days hadn’t been easy on them and they carried a lot of responsibility and had a lot on their plate. You tried to help them, but Maria had just ended up telling you to go somewhere else.

You knew it had nothing to do with you, but it still hurt.

To make the whole situation worse, people had been laughing behind your back, and sometimes right in your face due to the fact you called your moms by their names, mom and mama. The other agents made fun of it and you found it annoying but mainly ignored it. You knew they were just some stupid agents, you just wished they’d shut up.

Today wasn’t any different. All of you were working on finding information, hacking into computers and trying to find out where Hydra was going to hit next.

“Hey mama, I think I found something,” you said, typing something in the laptop while you tried to secure a location. You heard an agent snicker, and you knew Natasha had heard it too, but she seemed to ignore it. She walked over to you, leaning down to look at the laptop.

“This proves nothing, y/n. Please take this seriously,” she said, walking back to your mom. You sighed in annoyance, and leaned back into your chair.

“I am taking this seriously mama. Why wouldn’t I? I know it’s serious, but I really thought I had something-” “Well you didn’t, and you need to start being more respectful. We are not at home. Address us properly,” Natasha interrupted, typing something into her own computer.

You looked at your mom pleadingly, but Maria just shook her head and went on with her own work. “You could’ve just told me that. No need to yell!” you replied back to Natasha, who looked at you really pissed. “Go take yourself for a walk, and don’t even dare coming back until you’ve remembered your manners!” Natasha replied angrily, and you could hear some agents snickering.

You stood up aggressively, pushing your chair back and storming out of the room, ignoring your moms scolding you heard.

You walked outside for a while, the cool autumn air helping to calm your nerves. You felt odd, though, but you couldn’t really explain it. You kept looking behind you, feeling as though someone was following you. When the feeling got worse, you reached for your phone, dialing your mom who, stupidly, ignored your call. You cursed yourself quietly, calling your mama, who, surprisingly, picked up.

“What?” you heard your mama say, hearing the annoyance in her voice. “I think I’m being followed…” you replied softly, checking behind you again.

“Where are you?” you heard Natasha ask, her voice suddenly sounding concerned and panicked. “I’m at-” “Hello? y/n?! Answer me!” Natasha yelled through the phone, but you were knocked out cold.

Natasha immediately grabbed Maria’s attention, explaining what happened. The entire mission was thrown around, now solely focussed on finding you.

Meanwhile, you were being dragged into a van, which drove you to a Hydra base. You were still knocked out when they placed you into a dark room, strapping you down to a chair and quickly injecting you with a serum.

Once you woke up, the room was dark, and your mind felt foggy. You couldn’t remember what happened, but when you went to reach for your head you found out your arms and legs were tied. You panicked, frantically trying to get yourself loose but to no avail. Once you stopped struggling, the door opened, and two figures walked in.

You blinked a few times, not trusting your mind, before you realized it was your moms standing in front of you. “Mama! Mom! Please help me!” you pleaded with them, tugging on the restraints.

They didn’t move from their spot, instead who you thought was Maria lifted her arm, a strike hitting you in the face. “Address us properly,” she demanded, waiting for your answer. Your head swept to the side and tears stung in your eyes. “What?...” you questioned quietly, barely above a whisper. Another strike hit your cheek, this time Maria grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.

“Address us properly,” she demanded again, Natasha now stepping closer too.

You shook your head to the best of your abilities, tears running down your cheeks. “Mom please, don’t get it…” you cried, another slap landing on your cheek.

It had been days, and you were beaten and bruised and barely alive. Every few hours, a guy would come to inject you with a blue serum. It didn’t hurt, but it made your brain feel foggy and made you see things that weren’t really there.

Your moms had been coming into the room constantly, torturing you and laughing at you, making fun of you.

You were terrified, but completely obedient to whatever they told you. You had been moved into another room a few days ago, this one with a bed, or rather a mattress, a very thin mattress, on the floor. Your ankle was attached to a chain, which was attached to the wall.

You were shaking and starving, your wounds hurting more than anything you’d ever experienced.

Little did you know your real moms had been doing anything in their power to try and find you. They had gone over every possible Hydra base, skipping sleep and going through every possible file and document to try and locate you, and tonight, they did.

It was late when your cell door opened, and your moms once again walked in. “y/n,” you heard a relieved sigh, but you didn’t dare look at them.

You kept your eyes on the ground, sitting up straight and keeping quiet, just like you’d been taught. Natasha ran up to you, laying her hand on your shoulder to try and assess the damage, but you flinched away from her touch, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Please…” you cried out. “No more… please miss Romanoff no more…”

Natasha hesitated in her movement, making eye contact with Maria, who was slowly approaching. “What did you just call me?” Natasha asked surprised, and she, nor Maria didn’t miss the way that sentence made you flinch and made yourself even smaller.

“I’m sorry Black Widow. I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you cried out, tears violently streaming down your face.

Maria tried to approach you as well, but you flinched away from her as well.

Natasha had tears running down her cheeks, seeing you so afraid of her, too terrified to even look at her. Meanwhile, Maria called for back-up. Soon after, Yelena entered the room, followed by Clint. Natasha was sitting against a wall, her head leaning on it as she cried soundlessly, Maria sitting next to her, tears in her eyes as well.

You were sitting across for them, still covering your face with your arms and you tried to shield yourself.

Yelena slowly approached you, her hands raised as she crouched down next to you. “Baby spider…?” she asked carefully, taking note of your form relaxing slightly as you heard her voice. “Baby spider it’s me. It’s auntie Yelena. Can I help you with your wounds please?”

Seeing as though you made no move to get away from her, she came closer, hugging you tight as she checked your wounds. You finally broke down, feeling safe in the familiar arms of the russian.

Clint helped Natasha and Maria, getting them up and then breaking the chain you were attached to. Yelena lifted you up, taking you to the Quinjet, while your moms were left in that room. They saw your terrible state as Yelena carried you away, and silently cried, knowing this happened only because they got mad over you calling them mom, knowing you’d probably ever call them that again.

a/n: I might rewrite this ending or make a part two cause, yikes.

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min1check · 9 months

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Leto! Joker x Side Chick! Reader part 2

1033 words dw im writing the smut part and again barely proofread so im sorry if u find mistakes

pt 1

description: you work at one of joker’s clubs and he begins to take interest in you… pt 2

I got my window fixed and a new bowl thankfully. If it was just me living there at the apartment I wouldn’t care about the bowl but I was preparing for my family to come and live with me.

But for some reason I began looking for Mr. J more and more. But he stopped coming to the club. I didn’t know why. Maybe he got tired of me?

Actually I’m stupid. That’s a good thing. He cheated on Harley…

…with me.

That goes against all and every girl code out there. What am I doing with my life? I need to focus on school and work.

The night I got home was when I started receiving gifts from him. Sometimes it was flowers, sometimes it was cash, sometimes it was even food. Every night I felt guilty.

One day, Joker finally showed up to the club, with Harley. The feeling I felt so strongly in my heart was guilt. (And jealousy but i’ll never admit that)

I placed down the drinks they usually ordered.

“Sorry hun! Puddin wants to try something different today.” Harley spoke to me.

I smiled back.

“What would Mr. and Mrs. J want today?” I smiled.

“Hmm… Doll what should I get today?” He turned to Harley.

I froze up at the nickname. I should’ve known that nickname wasn’t just for me. It was mad fucking embarrassing. It didn’t just feel embarrassing it made me feel disgusting and fucking nasty.

I could feel my face getting red from anger and embarrassment.

It looked like Mr. J could sense how I felt as he had the same grin on his face. It made me realize that being with him was dangerous for my mind and body. Yet there was something about him that was unexplainably alluring.

“Oooo~ I really liked the green thing we had last time!” Harley smiled ever so sweetly.

I went back to reality.

“We’ll have the absinthe.” The Joker looked at me up and down with a grin.

I’m a fool.

“Yes I’ll get that for you right away.” I smiled and walked off.

I’m so fucking stupid.

“Wow, that was fast, Miss Waiter!” Harley exclaimed.

“Thank you Mrs. J.” I tried my best to sound like I was laughing genuinely.

Joker just grinned at me like usual.

I couldn’t tell you about what I remembered about my shift except for that part. I got home quickly that night. On my table was a note with an address

written.

I quickly gathered all the random presents Joker left for me and put it in a box neatly.

It wasn’t right of me to let myself be a mistress. I needed to stop this. I couldn’t let myself catch even bigger feelings either. Why was I jealous of Harley even though he was already hers? It’s not right of me to think of such a thing. I’m not about to be a homewrecker.

But what if he reacted badly to me saying no? He’s literally batshit crazy. He wouldn't hesitate to blow my head off. I still have a lot of things to live for. Maybe I should just stay home.

But if he gave me this note tonight then he wants me to come tonight. Right?

So what if I had a slight smile currently? He’s hot and i like being wanted, that's all.

I googled how far the address was and it was actually pretty close. I quickly arrived at the address. I knocked on the door and was met with a shirtless Joker.

I touched my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling.

“Hi I’m sorry but I can’t accept this Mr. J.” I said quietly while trying to avoid looking at his man tities and his ripped ass chest.

There was no grin on his face but more like a scowl. It shook me to my very core. I was too used to his devilish grin. (It was kinda hot though…)

“Doll you’re breaking my heart! Those gifts were just for you!” His usual grin appeared on his face again. It

His use of the same pet name for Harley and me was repulsive. Yet it made my heart twist and turn.

“Give these gifts to your actual girlfriend Mr.

J. I don’t want to disturb your relationship and I need to focus on school and work.” I couldn’t bear to look at him so I focused my attention on the ground.

He put the box of gifts I held in my hands down on the floor.

“Aww~ Are you jealous Princess? Harley is my girlfriend, yes. But you’re the only one that’s in this smalllll tinyyyy heart.” He put my hand onto his chest.

Would he kill me if I squeezed it a bit?

“…” I didn’t want to retort back and get my head blown off. But this whole thing we had was morally wrong. And I knew if I fell in even more love with him I could never escape those feelings. I don’t want to die.

“Mr. J we can’t- I can’t do this. You already have a girlfriend and I need to focus on-“

I was cut off by him shushing me with his finger.

“You can’t but I definitely can. Who said anyone needed to know about us, Doll?” He held me in his arms.

“But Mr. J…” I was conflicted.

My life or him?

“C’mon Princess~ be with me. I’ll make sure you never worry again.” He said like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

He kissed me…

And I kissed back.

He’s probably done this to so many other girls but my body, heart, and mind couldn’t escape him.

Maybe a few more days wouldn’t hurt.

I spent the night with him. When I woke up he had already left. There was a note left next to me with his number on it.

I felt lonely.

My knees literally buckled with every step I took. It was really bad. I thought I was gonna fall multiple times. Thankfully I was able to get into my apartment and I slept for a little longer. Yet it felt cold without the warmth of Mr. J.

#joker x reader #jared leto joker x reader #jared leto joker #leto joker #leto joker x reader #the joker x reader

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goblinontour · 9 months

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To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame (Part 2)

alex returns the favour with your help

part 1 | part 3

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), it gets sticky, nothing crazy there’s quite a lot of fluff too

word count: 4.2k

your head was pounding by the time you got home, who would’ve thought the night would end up with you sucking off alex turner in the bathroom? you were smiling to yourself thinking back to it as you threw yourself on the soft bed in your room. your eyes were closing and as you were about to fall asleep your phone chimed and all the tiredness dissipated when you saw it was alex texting you.

you two made sure to exchange phone numbers by the time you had to go home, and even though it was already late you ended up texting till the morning, both equally excited for later that day.

you said your ‘good nights’ somewhere around 6am and you immediately fell asleep.

things couldn’t be more different for alex on the other hand. he was lying in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head and he kept staring at the ceiling, overthinking and already panicking. why did he invite you over? well, because he liked you of course, but he didn’t know how any of this worked, didn’t know what he was supposed to do. he thought about telling one of the guys and asking for some advice but they weren’t any better, they were still virgins as well and didn’t have any experience with girls, as far as he knew.

he was about to embarrass himself in front of the girl he liked and ruin all of his chances of this going anywhere, he thought. at some point he rolled over and straight up screamed into his pillow. this was happening regardless, no way to back out now. it wasn’t like he didn’t want it, he was just stressing out. and so he forced himself to at least get a couple of hours of sleep so he wouldn’t be completely knackered by the time you came around.

when he woke up he popped out to the store to get some snacks and drinks or whatever. on his way back home though he passed a pharmacy and stopped in his way. should he buy condoms? would he need them? how far did you think tonight would go? was he ready for that? he decided to get some just in case, better prepared than not.

he started pacing around the house, stressing once more, but he busied himself by cleaning up and tidying his room so it would look nice. he was snapped out of his little bubble by one of your texts.

“you never gave me your address al”

“yeah sorry i forgot i guess, but don’t worry about it, i’m picking you up, you live near royal on columbia right?”

“yes xx see you there?”

“definitely, 5?

“perfect”

by picking you up he meant see you there and walk together to his house. he didn’t have a car yet, still shared it with his mum and his parents were away with it.

he just waited for the time to pass, had a shower and tried to make himself look as good as possible.

in the meantime, you were bursting with excitement. you didn’t think you’d ever end up going to his house and for that reason out of everything, but you liked him, he was really nice and sweet and you didn’t see how anything could go bad. you did your makeup and all that and decided to wear your matching black lingerie set for him, to make it all the more special. you popped on a little miniskirt and sweater number, it was still quite cold and you wanted to be comfy at the same time.

it was about 10 to 5 when you spotted him outside. he was pacing on the spot, hoping he was in the right place. so you didn’t leave him waiting for any longer, grabbed your bag and went to meet him.

you grabbed him by the shoulders from behind but he was wearing his earphones so he didn’t hear you coming up behind him and you scared the shit out of his already hyper self, making him jump.

“sorry alex didn’t mean to scare ya”

“it’s alright” he giggled while wrapping the wires around his phone and stuffing them in his pocket “you look really nice y/n. very pretty indeed” that last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, it was more him thinking to himself but the words came out anyway.

“thank you” you murmured, hugging his side and squeezing his waist a tiny bit as you two started walking to his.

it didn’t take that long, he lived just a few blocks away and you were too into the conversation to even notice how time slipped and you were already at his front door.

“make yourself at home” he told you, but he felt anxious again “what are we uhm…what do you wanna do?”

“why don’t we just watch a film for now?” you suggested, thinking it would be easier to just hang out and get him more relaxed first.

“drink?”

“yes please, thank youuu” getting louder towards the end for him to hear you as he was walking towards the kitchen behind you.

he stayed in there for quite a while, you were starting to get a bit worried honestly. you went in to check on him and he was just standing there, leaning over the edge of the counter holding it by the edge and staring at the drinks in front of him.

“you alright al?” he didn’t say anything so you messed with the hair at the back of his head “hey”

“yeah i’m fine just…popcorn?” he was panicking.

“yes” you agreed, kissing him on the cheek. he couldn’t help but smile and he got all blushy, but you let him do his thing, staying close by.

when he raised his arms to get the bowl and everything else from the cupboard his fitted long sleeve climbed up as well, exposing his waist and his hips where his jeans didn’t quite cover his underwear, leaving the waistband visible. you bit your lip thinking about how you’d get to touch that later.

the two of you settled on the sofa and fought over what movie to put on until you came to an agreement. he was sitting close to you, but not close enough, and he didn’t know how or when to initiate anything so you took the first step and cuddled up closer to him, which encouraged him to wrap his arm around your shoulder, followed by you resting your head in the crook of his neck. in his mind he was going crazy and he hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating to the point he felt it was going to burst out from his chest. of course you did, but you weren’t going to mention it.

you just couldn’t wait any longer. feeling him so close, right there within your reach, you couldn’t help yourself. you pressed a kiss to his neck, immediately feeling him tense up as he straightened his back. but as you kept leaving little kisses to his soft skin he started to melt into you, and even though you could hardly hear it due to how quiet it was, you felt a moan vibrating in his throat against your lips. He turned slightly to face you better, and he looked at you for a few seconds before asking

“can i kiss you?”

“how could i say no silly?” you replied, forcing yourself to not just grab him already, leaving him to do it. and he did, he leaned down and your lips were together again, and it was just as perfect as it had been that first time. your hands quickly found their way into his hair, making a mess of it, again, pulling on some pieces to get him to make all those pretty sounds that were like music to your ears. he got some more confidence and nudged you to get on his lap, and you happily complied, moving to sit on him. you pulled his head back by his hair to expose that big neck with so much space, just ready to be adorned with marks. although it took all the strength he had in him, he pulled you away.

“i said i would return the favour, let me.”

he followed in your steps, doing just as you had been doing to him, kissing your neck, leaving little bites all the way from behind your ear, down to your collarbone, holding the neck of your sweater pulled down with one of his fingers, so he could have proper access. you were so turned on, like you’ve never ever been in your life. you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was exactly, he wasn’t giving you anything you haven’t received before. maybe it was just him.

“wanna take it to your room then?”

“yes…mhmmm” he trailed off, mumbling something else you couldn’t make out, his face was still buried between your sweater and your neck, getting covered by your hair falling over it. he picked you up as his lips connected back to yours and started walking backwards to the staircase. he wasn’t quite so shy anymore, his hands finding their place on your ass, grabbing at it and going under your skirt, touching you directly over your skin. you’d decided to not wear any tights, despite it being cool out, you knew they’d be painfully in the way of your activities.

the moment got cut off however when alex fell on his ass on the stairs, bringing you down with him, of course. you both burst out laughing and it was addicting, the way his whole face lit up and that little scrunch of his nose ugh.

it didn’t stop you for long. his lips found yours once more, picking you back up and getting you two, safely, to his room, where he laid you down on his bed and crawled over you, both adjusting more to the middle so you could sit comfortably. he kept kissing your neck, feeling your body carefully, stopping when his hand was almost touching your breast to ask “is this okay?”. you nodded, aching for him. you could feel the arousal pooling in between your legs already as he started kneading one of your breasts over your top, if you weren’t wearing black there’d for sure be a wet patch visible.

“please alex” you said in a breathy tone, the air feeling heavy around you from how worked up you got. “can i?” you asked, fingers hooking at the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it slightly to show him you wanted it off, now.

“yeah” with his approval, you didn’t waste anymore time, bringing the top over his head and taking a second to admire his bare torso. so delicate. “can i take yours off?”

“thought you would never ask” you joked “please.”

he took off your sweater, leaving you in just your bra and your skirt that’s been riding up, resting all bunched up at the top of your thighs. his eyes trailed over your body, flicking between both breasts, he couldn’t believe his luck, that this was happening and it was real. he started kissing you again, slowly going down your body, caressing the sides with his big hands, his fingers dragging across your skin making it break out in goosebumps and tingles.

“i need you, touch me, please” you were getting desperate, would start begging if he didn’t attend to you soon enough.

he didn’t stop in his way this time. he sneaked his hands under your waist to raise you up so he could pull down your skirt. he continued by placing kisses to the newly exposed skin, down the insides of your thighs, getting closer to where you needed him the most. he hovered over your clothed pussy for a second, his breaths hitting it, making your need for him grow, until he finally left a kiss over it, his nose accidentally nudging just the perfect spot.

“please alex”

“uh…okay, okay” he said nervously now that he would actually have to get on with it. he pulled down your panties and you pushed them off from where they bunched up at your ankles, landing somewhere on the floor but you paid no mind to it now, too focused on him. his breath hitched in his throat and his dick twitched in his pants when he laid his eyes on the sight in front of him. “just a second” he pleaded, getting up to take off his jeans that had his growing erection strained. he just couldn’t stand them anymore. you took that as your queue to also take off your bra, leaving you completely bare under his watch. he sat on his knees, in between your parted ones, inviting and begging him to touch you. he snaked his arm around one of your legs and rested his face against it. he was just stalling, not knowing how exactly to start, what he should do, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“what should i, you know…could you guide me through it so it’s good for you?”

you brought your own hand in between your legs and started touching yourself, running your fingers through your lips, gathering some of the wetness and bringing it to your clit, stopping to give him some pointers.

“right here. see?” moaning quietly from how needy you felt, and to rile him up more.

“yeah” his response barely audible from how entranced he was while watching you touch yourself.

“alex” you called out, to get him to focus properly.

“mhm?”

“your turn now.”

“oh. uhm…okay, alright”

he lowered his hand where yours just was and he used two of his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, exploring all of this carefully, as it was his first time ever experiencing it. he started by playing around with your clit, just like you showed him, and he got the hang of it, applying the perfect amount of pressure, slowly getting you there, the tension of it all making you hornier and you knew it wouldn’t take that long, even with his inexperience. you tried not to watch him too intensely, so he could relax, but those little glances you’d catch of him all focused were delightful.

he pleasantly surprised you when you noticed him scooting down on the bed so his mouth could reach your pussy, attaching his lips to your clit, where he previously played with his fingers, and you gasped as you felt his tongue poking out to lick it. he went lower to lap at all the wetness that kept pooling down there.

“you taste so good. fucking delightful” you couldn’t help but get a bit amused by his dirty talk, not that it was bad, you just weren’t used to it. the guy that wouldn’t risk getting too close to you on the sofa earlier was now complimenting how your pussy tasted. you could get used to it though.

your thoughts were interrupted when a loud moan, almost a cry, escaped your lips as you felt one of his fingers enter you, while he kept teasing your clit with his tongue. god his fingers were so long. You could feel every ridge of his knuckles as he pumped it in and out of your dripping cunt, so wet, just for him.

“more” and he obliged, instantly adding another finger and you already felt full, full of him.

“does that feel good?” he was enjoying it as well, by now he started subconsciously rutting his hips into the mattress, dying for some friction, anything to fix the aching hard on he had.

“yes, oh my god, how are you this good” you asked, more to yourself, not really expecting an answer, but this was all too good. maybe you were just too horny, but you didn’t think so. he was doing a really good job. and that was because while he kept going at it, he watched out for how your body responded to each one of his moves, keeping in mind what seemed to make you feel the best, like when he curled his fingers and you tightened your grip on the sheets, or when he touched your clit just right with his tongue and he could feel your thighs closing around his head.

you were so close, just needed a little bit more, so you started playing with your nipples, pinching them lightly, but he quickly noticed and took over one of them with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers just like he would do to himself when he was wanking, he loved how the double stimulation felt, and it was particularly pleasurable for him, so he thought the same would work for you. and it did. he kept hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his mouth. god. he switched between sucking that little sensitive bud between his lips and licking it and he found a delicious rhythm and position that made you bring your legs over his shoulders, wrapping around him and trapping him in there so he wouldn’t dare move, your hand flying to his hair, getting all tangled up, pushing him deeper into your heat. he was also moaning and making little whimper sounds. although muffled by his face being all up in your pussy, doing god’s work, you could feel them against your skin, the vibrations giving you all the more pleasure.

everything was just too much, you came apart beneath alex, saying his name over and over, mumbling praises for how amazing he was and how fucking good he was making you feel. it was one of the best orgarms you’d ever had, not even joking. no one had been able to make you cum like that, that good, except yourself, but that was different. was he sure he didn’t do this before because goddamn. you came all over his face and fingers until you pulled him away, becoming way too much. he pulled his fingers out and before he could do anything else you leaned over and grabbed him by the wrist, taking them in your mouth, cleaning them up, humming in pleasure as you tasted yourself and his jaw was on the floor as he was watching you. you did taste good, he wasn’t wrong. you then grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, pulling his body back up over yours and you felt him hard against you, his erection rubbing over the inside of your thighs through his tight boxers. you brought your hand down to feel him and he bit his lip to suppress the moan he was about to let out as you squeezed his hard cock.

“do you wanna, you know…?” you asked him.

“fuck” he let out as you kept touching him, the pressure feeling delicious.

“yeah, that” you giggled, you knew that wasn’t what he was trying to say by ‘fuck’, but once you realised how it came out right after your question, you couldn’t help yourself.

“no i meant-” you cut him off before he would start overexplaining and getting all stressed again.

“i know baby”

‘baby’, he liked how that sounded from you.

“i don’t think uhmm…if you don’t mind, i just, i don’t think i’m quite ready for that yet, if that’s okay? ‘m sorry”

“don’t apologise al, it’s more than okay, do you wanna maybe try something else, so you can…so we can fix this” squeezing him a bit tighter as you said that.

“like what?”

you flipped the pair of you over so you were on top of him now, sitting on top of his thighs.

“can i take these off?” referring to his underwear, your fingers toying with the waistband.

“mhm…yeah, yes.”

you pushed them down, not bothering to pull them all the way off, they wouldn’t be in the way. his cock was painfully hard, resting on top of his lower tummy now. you went to sit a bit higher up, your pussy rubbing over his length for a split second, making you shiver, still sensitive, as you positioned yourself over him. he was getting nervous as to what you were planning on doing. you rested your body over his, your chests pressing together. his hips automatically bucked up as you left a wet kiss to his neck, and his cock rubbed in between your bodies. and it felt so good. it wasn’t that far from actually fucking, but to him it was different, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it right now, he was still a bit scared. but this was good. you could hear him grunting quietly as he kept moving to get that friction.

“i was thinking of finishing you with my hand.” you said before nipping his earlobe with your teeth, making him moan louder now.

“mmno, this is…good, so good…”

“keep going baby, make yourself feel good”

this was something new to you, and it was so fucking hot. you weren’t getting much stimulation from this, if any, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bring you pleasure, seeing him under you, his face all scrunched and his eyes squeezed shut as he was desperately working to get his release. and also you being the reason he’s this worked up in the first place, eating you out making him get this weak.

you pushed more of your weight down on him, and to help him get there you started rolling your hips slightly, in sync with his moves.

the added pressure, and everything else, from your rocking over him, to the lingering touches and breaths on his neck, and your praises and encouragements, did the trick.

he stalled his movements and you could feel his warm release as he came in between your bodies, coating his belly and yours.

you rolled off from him when he was done so he could get some space to breathe, watching his blissed expression as he was panting and his chest was rising up and down rapidly. as soon as he came down from that lovely high he pulled you back to his side and kissed your temple, grabbing your waist to pull you closer but he winced as you accidentally touched his now soft cock with your leg.

“sorry”

“‘s all good” he assured you. one of his hands went to rest on his stomach but he was reminded of the dirty mess he made when he felt his sticky cum on his palm.

“we should clean up, i’ll just be a sec”

he got up and pulled his boxers back on, going to grab some wipes for the both of you. he insisted on cleaning you up as well, saying it’s his mess to clean. adorable. he gave you one of his tshirts and once you were all done he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. the truth was he just needed a moment alone to freak out now. was this real? did that just happen? he was the happiest boy in the world in his mind, except for one thing. he hoped you wouldn’t blow him off completely because you didn’t fuck.

that wasn’t even a concern for you, it wouldn’t make you change your mind about him at all.

when he got back he had a shirt on as well, and a new pair of boxers. he jumped over you on the bed and hugged you close to him, peppering your face in the kisses you were now accustomed to, and you could get used to then happening more often, you were weak for him, completely whipped at this point. even though you’d only known each other for basically two days, you couldn’t think of just forgetting about this and pretending none of it happened.

“thank you” he hummed, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he stayed on top of you like a little fluffy bear. “and ‘m sorry we didn’t, you know…”

“you don’t have anything to apologise for alex” you reassured, your hands playing with his hair. “that was honestly so fucking hot” making him laugh against you.

“okay”

you were happy that he agreed. and it wasn’t a lie just to get him to feel better. that was truly so hot to you and you didn’t mind it at all, he’d already given you a great orgasm. you guessed playing guitar does have its advantages, cause those fingers did a spectacular job for being his first time ever doing that to a girl.

you stayed like that for a while, cuddled up with him on top of you. he even fell asleep not short after you’d ended talking about that film you were watching earlier. the weight was comfortable. he was like a cat of some sorts, you could barely feel him but it was bringing you that comforting warm feel, his breathing like a kitten’s purring.

a/n: IT’S HEREEE, i really wasn’t expecting so many people to like the first one, i hope you’ll like this too, and i’m sorry they didn’t fuck for real but i had this in mind and i just needed to get it out there. it’s 5am as i’m posting, i tried to check it but the words started to look like a big blob from how long i’ve been staring at it, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes. also i decided to keep the same title so it would be easier to find, in case i end up doing a part 3 if you really want it. AND if anyone cares, the title is a play off one of the lyrics from the song ‘From Me, the Moon’ by Lav (apple music / spotify)

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The Sun Shines After A Storm

Male reader x Sana 9k words

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Slight kink

(Intro) A/N: 2 broken souls, copping an emotional trauma in different ways, slowly falling for each other but won’t tell, trying not to get hurt again.

A breakup can always be hard to forget with the memories and time you had with your ex. A four-year relationship, shattered within minutes, but the problem wasn’t with you; your ex had taken you for granted, a rebound, used, and cheated on you. She played her cards right, discarding you for someone else. Going out to drink and party was your only way of healing. It wasn’t healthy, but why should you care anymore?

A fool that you are, reminiscing about the good times you had with her devilish act behind a fake smile that you never knew until the last minute. You go clubbing with your friends, and they try to cheer you up as much as they can. It doesn’t work very well.

“Let’s go on the dance floor, we’ve been sitting for too long.” Your group of friends wanted you to join them.

"I’ll come in a bit, don’t worry." Your group of friends got up and left you alone at the bar table. You chat with the bartender about the different types of drinks, trying everything possible to forget your ill memories. You’re buzzed at this point with the amount of alcohol you consumed, not knowing a woman across the room staring right at you and walks slowly over. You tilt your head forward, trying to sober up more. You felt a breeze behind you, not knowing she was sitting beside you. She’s looking at you, wondering what went wrong with your life to get to this point. She taps on your shoulder, and you look up at her.

“Why is a handsome man like you getting drunk?”

You couldn’t say anything, her beauty makes you stunned. A slight pause in the air, just looking at her.

“It hasn’t been good these last couple of months.”

“Do you want to talk about it, I can be someone you rely on. Let’s be friends, I want to know you more, what’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N, what about you?” You don’t want a friendship with a women at this point, not trying to get hurt again.

“Mhm, be my friend and I’ll tell you my name.” She giggles at you. Her giggles are cute, vividly seeing her nose scrunch.

“Are you here with your friends?” She curiously ask you.

“Yea, they’re dancing right now.”

“Be my friend, I’m here to listen to you. I won’t judge.” You start to think she is interested in you, not even wanting to be friends. “Should we go somewhere quiet together?”

“Like where?” You answer her, thinking she’s beating around the bush.

“A place that you might like.” She smiles brightly at you. You took the offer, getting sober as you talk to her. You text your friends that you are heading out. She holds your hands and pull you along with her to the parking lot.

“You drove here didn’t you, I came with my friends, I’ll need you to take me home later.” You nod at her, walking towards your car, and she gives you an address. You put it in the navigation and headed out.

“I’m Sana, nice to meet you, Y/N.” Finally giving you her name

“That’s a nice name, Sana.”

“You look broken inside, can I show you how you should be treated?” She gets straight to the point.

“I don’t know, we’ll see about that.” You try shrugging her off nicely. She pouts at your answer.

“If you don’t know, why did you let me in your car?” Sana tries to corner you in a teasing way.

“I don’t want to be at the club today for some reason.” You can see houses in your view only, catching on that it might just be her house that she gave to you, and it was when the navigation said you reached your destination. She fooled you, but it didn’t surprise you, having a mindset that all women are the same after your breakup.

“I’m sorry, but I really do want to know you, I just didn’t have a place to chat with you unless it was my house.” You forgive her halfheartedly.

“Come inside.” She smirks at you.

You exited the car with her and walked to the entrance. Sana unlocks her door. The house was big, considering how small it looks outside.

“Feel free to sit down on the couch.” You sit on the couch, looking at her grabbing some snacks to place on the table by you.

"Sana, can you show me where the bathroom is?" You feel the urge to puke from all that alcohol. She leads the way to the bathroom, and you close the door just in time to puke. Sana comes back rushing in, panicking and tapping your back as you puke. You then think she’s nicer than you thought, helping you as quickly as possible. Sana feels bad for you because of the amount of alcohol you puked. She realizes you are so broken inside and wants to help.

“I’m sorry, Sana, but thanks for helping me.”

"It’s okay, I’ve been there before, I understand." Her words hit you, knowing you aren’t the only person who’s having a rough time. You get up and wash yourself. She goes to sit on the couch and waits. You come back and sit, and she inches closer to you. Sana grabs some chips to eat.

“So what do you want to talk about, Sana?” She places the bag of chips on the table.

"Well, I’m not actually here to talk, I want to fuck. I’ll treat you how you should be treated." You weren’t surprised at this point again, but she’s smoking hot. She takes off her clothes, revealing her toned thighs and tits, and gets on top of you.

"Use me however you want." She goes in for a kiss, making out with you and hearing the kisses in the cozy, quiet house. She grabs your hand and places your hands on her soft tits. It wasn’t the biggest or the smallest, but they fit so nicely on your hands, making you hard.

"Fuck, you're so hot, I really couldn’t wait longer." You couldn’t even answer; her lips were glued to yours. Sana slowly grinds on your cock, which was getting hard. You take off your shirt as she gives you space. She’s fascinated by your body, and she places her hand on your chest, going back in for more kisses.

“Take off the rest of my clothes if you want, Sana.” She quickly gets off, pulling off your pants and boxers.

"Ahh, you look so tasty. You don’t mind if I do, right?" She doesn’t wait for your answer, and you grab her by the chin.

“Be a good girl for me, Sana.” She smiles at you and then smirks seductively.

"Please?" You see her eyes begging for your cock. You take your hands away and let her get a taste. Sana’s mouth wraps around your cock. Her warm breaths coat your length, and she starts bobbing her head slowly, deeper and deeper. She starts gagging when her nose touches the skin of your pelvis. You grunt at how good she is at this and grabbed her hair as it got in the way.

“Sana, you’re so hot.” She looks up at you and smile as she pulls herself out.

"I know I am; that’s why you came with me. You wanted this too." It would be a lie if you say you didn’t. You wanted her but never expected this quickly. She goes back to sucking you off, making a mess on your cock. You can’t hold it much longer; she’s amazing at giving you a blowjob.

“Sana, I don’t think I can last longer if you keep going.” You grunt in a husky voice. She stops and pulls herself out of your cock.

“You haven’t had this kind of intimacy in a while I’m guessing.” Sana was spot on, you couldn’t say anything.

“Well, I don’t want you to cum either way this early. Follow me to my bed.” She giggles at you. She leads you to the bed and stops suddenly.

“May I be honest, I haven’t had any intimacy in weeks.”

"We’re both on the same page then." You reply, and she continues to walk to the bedroom. Sana pushes you onto the bed and gets on top as you sit by the edge. She brings her hands to the sides of her well-shaped tits, squeezing from the sides for you to look at.

“I know you love my tits.”

"I do, Sana." You plant your face between her tits and kiss her cleavage; she mashes her tits onto your face as you go in for more. Licking and nibbling her nipples makes her moan softly. She giggles and laughs at the sensation she feels.

“You know how to treat a women, I’m glad you came with me.”

“You know how to please a man.” You added.

You kiss her neck; making her moan erotically. Her voice is so gorgeous and seductive. You couldn’t help it; you went back to her tits, sucking and licking them. You hug her, not wanting to let go, and you bite her tits softly, making her squeal. You firmly squeeze her left tits with your hand, making a print on it as you grip it hard. She yells out of pain and pleasure as you suck on her right. "Fuck, you’re so amazing." She breathes heavier, feeling her chest move as her diaphragm expands and contracts. She was getting bite marks all over her tits. You loosen your arms for her to move around better and give her neck attention next. Slowly kissing them loudly, you use your left arm again, massaging her tits in circles. She giggles, loving everything you do. She starts to grind on your cock. You bring your hand down to her wet folds and gave her a tease, arching her back in the process.

“Your so sensitive, Sana.” You laugh quietly at her.

"You should see how tight I am, you’ll love my body even more." You pull her chin towards you and kiss her; she moans from you French kissing her. She rests her hands on your shoulders, and your hands still rub her clit slowly. Sana’s breaths get heavy; her hands lock you by your nape and doesn’t let go of your lips. Sana is a great kisser, and you wanted more of her soft lips on yours. The minutes go by slowly, still making out; she was drunk off your kisses.

“Sana, let m-” She doesn’t let you speak. Sana loves how you kiss her. She tilts down to your neck smothering your neck with her soft lips.

“Sana, let me taste you.” She finally stops.

“You’re such a great kisser, I couldn’t help myself.” She laughs and lick her lips, making eye contact with you.

Sana gets off, and you get up after making out with her. She sits on the bed now, and you kiss her inner thighs while your hands squeeze her tits. She yells and moans at what you are doing. "Eat me already." You heard her and lick her wet folds in a circular motion; her moan becomes erotic and louder. She falls down and lay on the bed as you insert your tongue inside her and lick her pussy. She grips the bedsheets and brings her legs to your shoulders, squeezing her tits harder, and yells out moans of pleasure. You suck on her sensitive clit. Her hands grip your hair as you keep pleasing her. "Fucking make me cum hard." You grant her wish and slide two fingers inside her, hooking onto her tight walls and rubbing them inside. You look at her while you finger and fist your hand inside her. She couldn’t maintain eye contact as her head tilts back. You grab her by the neck and choke her lightly.

She smiles and brings both her hands to your arm; her pussy gets more wet from you fingering her vigorously. Your fingers get soaked from her juice as you pull it out and give her pussy a taste. "That’s so hot of you." She compliments you as you go back to finger her. Her moans become more high pitched, you wonder if she will cum if you keep fingering her at this speed. You choke her harder, still smiling from the kink that she loves. You insert your fingers deeper, feeling how tight she really is. You lick her clit, making her get to the edge of cumming.

She suddenly becomes quiet, mouth opened; you know she is cumming and you use your fingers as a hook to feel more of her walls. She screams as her back arches and legs start shaking. Sana breathes heavily as you finger her faster. Her chest pumps, gasping for air, and you let go of your arm on her neck. Her breathing slows down, and she tries to get up. You grab her hands and help her out.

“I really found a man that can please me this good.” She complimented you. You smile at her, realizing she got you smiling again.

“Want it inside, Sana?”

“Yes please.”

She guides you to lay down as she gets on top. Sana keeps smirking, waiting for this very moment. She kisses your lips, down to the chest, feeling her tits drag along your body and onto the tip of your cock. Sana licks your cock from your sensitive tip to the base, staring right at you. Sana stands up on her knees, holding your cock, and then inserts your cock inside her. She goes down slowly as you both moan; her folds stretch to the girth of your length.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me." Her moans are erotic. She grinds on your cock, exchanging breaths with her as she starts to moan softly. You grab her soft tits, massaging them. She moans louder as you take the lead and penetrate her deeply. "I think we should take this slow and deep."

"We can do that." You replied. Sana starts riding you, and her walls start to get tighter and wet. You grab her ass with both hands and play with them. Sana’s moan gets louder, and you rub her clit.

"Fuck, it feels so fucking good inside me." She brings herself to lay on top of you, feeling her tits mashed against your chest. You kiss her neck, smelling her distinct scent. She rides you slower, wanting the pleasure to last longer with you. Sana guides your chin up to her face.

"Keep making out with me; I want more." You laugh at her desperation. You grab her nape, pulling her face, and glue to yours. The quiet room fills with kisses and bodies crashing into each other. She moans softly and rides you slowly as you both make out. You feel how good she slowly rides you.

“I don’t want this to end.”

“I could say the same, Sana.”

She holds your face, aggressively showering you with loud kisses. Your hands reach down to her ass and give her a light spank.

"Harder." She laughs and goes back to make out with you again. You spank her harder, yelling within her moans, and she gives you a slight giggle. You love her seductive voice so much. She makes her way to your neck, and you tilt back to give her room, feeling the soft lips that she’s kissing you with on your neck. She doesn’t say a word, just moans at you penetrating her tight walls. Sana slows down riding you and lets you do the work this time. You position your legs up, and she leans in more towards you. She suddenly hugs you by the neck, bracing for what you will do next.

“You can cum inside me, I’m on a pill.”

“I don’t think I can even pull out to your beauty, Sana.”

You feel her face getting warmer; most likely she’s blushing at your words. You slowly thrust her deep; she squeals as you went deeper. She momentarily couldn’t kiss your neck; you just feel her warm breaths as she breathes heavily to your thrust. You hold onto her soft ass, your other hand gripping her nape. The slow sex that she wanted started making you reach your limit, not knowing how long it’s been, but the time you had with her was amazing.

“Sana, I won’t last longer.”

“It’s okay, I’m yours for the night anyways.”

You pick up the pace and thrust her harder, using moderate speed. She moans loudly at the pillow and near your ears, her voice still seductive as always. You pin her head like you were hugging her at the same time. She gets butterflies in her stomach, not knowing that you, a one-night stand, can handle her like she wants and show her how you treat her gently at the same time. You keep thrusting until you feel your cock pulsate.

"Sana, I’m going to cum." She doesn’t answer; she's busy kissing you on the neck and on your lips. You thrust her for the last time before you start to cum. You stop deep inside her and release your warm cum, flooding her walls. It doesn’t stop there; you haven’t had sex in a while, and release more than she expected. Sana moans as you keep cumming more inside her.

"Ah, that’s so much!" Sana yells in a happy tone. You pull your cock out of her, cum oozes from her pussy and onto your cock and the bedsheets. She takes the chance and tastes your cum, wiping off the bedsheets. Your cock was coated with your cum, and she sucks you off, not missing a single drop. Sana looks at you, licking off her fingers seductively, and kisses the tip of your cock.

“You taste so good.” Her smirks are so deadly. She lays beside you and you check the time on your phone.

"It’s very late, Sana." You plan to leave, like any one-night stand, but a part of you wanted to stay with her. You try getting up, feeling her hand grab you, and look back.

"Can you… stay the night with me? I think you need to rest here tonight; it’s already late." You couldn’t decline the offer and stay for her, laying down to her again. Your eyes met hers, eye to eye, staring into each other. You now wonder how broken she is too, but you don’t want to ask her. She taps her chest, telling you to sleep on her tits. You inch closer, and she hugs you tightly. She was fast asleep in your presence, and you fall asleep quickly after.

It was an hour later, Sana didn’t fall asleep; she only closed her eyes as she got teary. Sana waited until you slept. You didn’t notice that until you heard her cry and woke up to it. She wasn’t facing you anymore, trying not to be loud as she cried. You pull her shoulders back so you can see her.

“Sana.. What’s wrong?”

"I haven’t felt this much attention in a while." Her words shattered you into pieces. A woman crying right in front of you. You try to understand why she feels like this.

“Sana, I’m here to listen.” You kept your words short and simple. She musters up the courage to tell you.

“I’ve had slept with people to cope my past relationship, but you were the first to stay after.”

You start putting the pieces of her past together. “She’s probably hurt longer than me” You thought to yourself.

You pat her hair and gave her a hug by your chest. You didn’t want her to cry like this, but the missing piece that you want to know was how she actually started this copping mechanism.

"I’ll tell you why I drink, but may I understand why you did this also?" You speak to her carefully, not trying to make her cry more. She stops crying and listens to what you have to say.

“I was used and cheated on with another guy. It was a four year relationship, I wanted to propose to…… her sooner or later, but it ended painfully.” You almost broke down with her just telling her about yourself.

She clears her throat. "I was in a sexless relationship. He didn’t give me as much attention as I gave him. We argued a lot; I cried, but he didn’t care. I also have a high sex drive. I told him sex is also something that couples can bond more with, and it made him mad. One day I came back home, and I caught him sleeping with someone else. He didn’t know I saw him, and I ran to my friend's house. I texted him that I was staying with my friends for the night. The next day, I came back home to confront him, but I waited and waited for him to come back……. He left me alone in an empty house; his clothes and stuff were all gone."

You gulped, never thinking she actually had this much pain after seeing her smile at you when you met her. You couldn’t help but shed tears as she started to cry again. You hug her tight as you both cope with each other's scarred past. She doesn’t stop crying, and you reach for the napkin on the nightstand. You wipe off her tears and she does the same back. Sana was unknowingly catching feelings for you. The time you spent listening to her, being gentle, being there for her, and giving her what she wanted from you added up to you unknowingly sparking her feelings. Sana tries to keep it to herself, not wanting to get hurt again.

"Why would anyone do such a thing to you, Sana?" You try to assure her. Sana’s breathing slows down, crying to sleep. You lay still, looking at the ceiling, feeling bad for her, and wanting to help each other recover from the scars. You slowly fall back asleep while you hug her.

It’s the next morning, and Sana wakes up to the side of you and looks at you sleeping. Small tears of joy form in her eyes, happy that you stayed with her through the night. Sana has never felt this much love from a man. She goes in for a kiss, making you wake up. Your eyes met hers; she was so beautiful with the smile she gave you. No words were said; you both stare at each other. Sunlight shines at her, and you see how beautiful she is just looking at you. Sana starts blushing and getting shy at you as you both stare, waiting for a word.

“Can I give you breakfast in bed?” Sana giggles

"Yea, sure." You thought you were actually getting breakfast, but she thinks differently. She gets up, sits on your chest, and inches closer to your face. You laugh, never expected this kind of breakfast from her.

“May I?” You asked

“Can we be friends with benefits at the very least?” She curiously asked you.

“I mean, why not?” She sits on your face as you greet her folds. You lock on her soft thighs and lick her pussy. Sana moans from your tongue pleasing her.

"Sana, I want you to turn around; you can have breakfast too." She gladly turns around and plants herself on your face. You lock onto her thighs, feeling and caressing her ass. Sana kisses your tip and licks your length as it gets hard. Her mouth feels so good on your cock, you can't get enough of her. You eat her pussy slowly, wanting her to feel every pleasure you give her. Her body jerks as you dig your tongue into her. Sana moans softly, making a mess on your cock. You can hear her swallowing her mess here and there. Sana slowly grinds on your face, and you giggle at her action.

“Make me cum if you want.” Said Sana.

“Isn’t breakfast suppose to be eaten slowly?” You tease her, making her aroused.

"Fuck, you’re such a tease, it’s so hot of you." You’re glad she played along with you, and she sucks you off slowly. You keep your pace, squeezing her ass and making her squeal. Sana jerks you off; she was feeling good to you licking and sucking her pussy while she moans. You lock her thighs harder from her legs jerking too much. She giggles and moans at your aggression. You stop for a bit, and she goes back to sucking on your cock. You kiss her thighs and her ass; she was blushing with the amount of attention you give her body. Sana sucks on your sensitive tip, making you jerk a little, and heard her giggle at what she did. You rub her clit and look at how appetizing she is. It was so wet, hearing the sounds it make as you rub her area. You insert a finger into her tight walls slowly, hearing her moan loudly, and you insert a second finger. Her body arches, feeling her body pushed onto yours.

“Are you going to cum, Sana?” She releases her mouth from your cock.

“Please make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.”

You lock her legs again; she won’t move around much this time, as you want to make her cum hard. You glue your mouth to her folds and eat her at a fast pace. She falls down on your legs, moaning loudly and yelling with pleasure. You are addicted to her voice now, loving how she moans. You flick your tongue on her clit and insert a finger into her folds, fingering her faster to cum. Sana’s body jerks around more; you go back to pin her as she starts cumming and lick her pussy as she cums. She starts to squeal and yell at you making her cum.

"Ah, fuck, don’t stop!" She grips the bedsheets and clenches her teeth from cumming hard on your face. Her body stops moving, feeling exhausted from cumming and you shower her thighs with kisses until she’s ready.

“Do you want to see a good view of me?” She giggles.

“Of course.”

Sana gets up from the pillow, turns her back to you, and you open your legs for her. You saw her toned back, and her ass in your view. Sana slowly inserts your cock in her and starts riding you, seeing her ass bounce on your thighs and pelvis. "You like the view?" She said it seductively.

"Your body is so hot, Sana." You compliment her. She has her ways of seducing you with her voice in bed that gets you turned on. You couldn’t bear to see her toned back not getting any attention. You sit up as she still grinds and rides your cock, and you wrap your arm around her tits. You kiss her back, making her giggle and moan. "Fuck, that tickles." You didn’t stop and decide to tickle her sides; she rides you faster from being tickled. You lock her legs in place with yours, and she gets on all fours and rides you faster, taking every inch of you. You couldn’t take the sensation she's putting you through and fall back down. She looks behind her and sees you grunt. You are going to cum to how tight she is riding you.

“I want to get on my knees for your cum.” She breaths heavily from riding you.

You got up from the bed, and she gets on her knees. "I think it’s better if your head rests on the wall, Sana." You grab a pillow for her head and then insert your cock as she opens her mouth for you. You slowly thrust your cock inside her mouth. She places her hands on your thighs, and her hair starts getting in the way. Reaching and grabbing a hair tie on her dresser, you put her hair into a ponytail, letting her suck on your cock slowly. You start thrusting inside her mouth again, and suddenly she wraps her arm around your thighs and pushes you in with each thrust. Saliva drips out from the corner of her mouth, and closes her eyes. You love how she looks taking your cock in her mouth. She doesn’t back down, but takes every inch of your cock.

"Sana, I’m going to cum." You breathe heavily, you start releasing your warm cum inside her mouth as she takes it all in. Your body jerks around, almost losing balance, and you hold onto the dresser. She chokes on your cock, your legs still wrapped by her; she didn’t let go until the very last cum you release. She catches her breath with her mouth still on your cock. Sana lets go of you and starts coughing at the amount of cum she has in her mouth. Her saliva and your cum drips from her chin, stretching as it drops to the floor. Your cock was dripping with her mess, and she goes in to lick it off. You bent down to her, grabbing her by the chin, and place your thumb on her soft lips, dragging across and wiping the cum. She sucks on your thumb. "Sana, you’re so hot." It was all you could say to her after you placed your thumbs on her lips. She was catching her breath, and you raise her up as she stood still from kneeling. You made her sit down on the bed. Her knees got red from you thrusting her on the rug.

"Thanks for putting the pillow on my back and the ponytail; that was manly." She didn’t have much to say but you understood her appreciation.

“Do you have bandaid and ointment, I’m sorry for hurting your knees, Sana.”

"Don’t be sorry; I would have stopped you if I didn’t want my knees hurting; I asked for it. You were aggressive, but I loved every second of it." She smiles at you.

“Should we get breakfast?” You asked

“I have a place that I want to go.”

"Alright, let’s get ready." You really don’t know why you are still with her after a one-night stand. Sana takes a shower and comes back naked, right in front of you. You get surprised, wondering why she’s so bold.

“Sa…na.” You could only stare at her body.

"It’s not like you've never seen my body." She pouts, pointing out a fact. You gulp at her amazing figure as she dresses up right in front of you. "Is my body really a distraction for you? I know I have a good body to fuck, but you should shower." She laughs, you grow fond of her smile at this point. You gulp again, then get up to wash yourself as she gives you an extra towel. After a couple minutes, you’re out of the bathroom as she patiently waits for you, putting on makeup, and hums quietly.

“Should we head out?”

“Yea, let me finish putting on my mascara.” You wait on the bed, you see pictures of her childhood with her parents. The picture look recent, but realize she's an only child assuming from the photos.

“Are you an only child, Sana?”

“Yea, I am, what about you?”

“I have a younger sister. She’s in college right now.”

"Oh, that’s great, I would like to mee- I’m almost finished." You almost caught on but didn’t hear what word she almost slipped out. You just sat there, looking at her finish. Sana gets up, "alright let’s go."

"Can I at least put on some ointment and bandages on your knees?" You question her. Her heart was racing from your question. She nods at you and opens up the dresser for you. Sana sits back down on the bed as you get on one knee and apply ointment and bandages. She was looking at you the whole time as her heart starts melting with you caring for her. As soon as you finish, you look up to her to tell her that you’re done. Your eyes met hers, seeing her face glow red as you both stare at each other. You couldn’t believe how beautiful she still is with makeup; nothing much changed but just some touch-up.

“Am I pretty?” She laughs. You saw how she smiles with her eyes almost closing, she’s cute, but a different person in bed.

“You’re beautiful, Sana.” She blushes and you get up to follow her out the door. You go to the passenger seat to open the door for her without realizing you did.

“That’s manly of you.” Her heart was melting, she knows you are more of a better person than you think you are. You walk back to the driver seat, thinking that you really did that without knowing.

“What’s the address?” She gives you the location and head out. It was ten minutes away to a local ramen shop in Osaka. You arrive there, parked, and got out.

"How does your hand feel?" Sana asked and held your hand without you answering. She was flirting at this point. You didn’t mind her holding hands; you were getting butterflies in your stomach, but try not to catch feelings. You both sat at a table for two. The waitress gives both of you a menu, and you look through the menu.

“What are you getting, Sana?”

“I want the seafood ramen, it’s my favorite dish here.”

“You must come here often.”

“I do, it’s a good place. What are you getting?”

"Thinking about takoyaki for an appetizer, and maybe curry ramen." She nods as she reads through the menu, looking for more stuff to order.

“Ah, do you want some beer? I’ll get it since you are getting the appetizer.”

“Beer in the morning, Sana?” You wonder what really goes through her mind.

“It’s only one bottle that we are sharing. You can’t handle half a bottle?” She smirks, teasing you and laughing. You see her nose scrunch.

“I can, I just don’t drink in the morning, but feel free to order that.”

The waitress comes, and you both give your orders. The waitress leaves to notify the chef of the order. Sana looks outside the window. You see her smile, unknowingly making you smile too. She turns back, looking at you, but you look away, trying to hide the fact that you looked at her. You try looking at her to see if she’s still staring; in fact, she is. You join her, staring at her; both of you don’t break eye contact as she rests her arms on the table and pulls in closer. You do the same as her; both of you look madly in love with the random people glancing towards both of you as they eat.

“What are you doing later?” She asked.

“Not sure, maybe go home after I drop you off.” You try to put up a wall around yourself, knowing you might get hurt if you catch feelings. You saw her frown.

"You don’t want to have my body after; it seems like someone can’t get enough." She whispered to you. Her comments make you speechless as always with her flirty and seductive nature. She sees you gulp, and Sana giggles quietly.

"Isn’t friends with benefits something that we only call each other when we want and not every time?" You then forgot that she said she has a high sex drive.

"Yeah, but I’m always alone. I can’t stand being in a house alone. Maybe we could work something out, like being roommates." She grabbed your hand and rubbed it as she said that.

“Basically you want me to move in.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to do this if you don’t want to.” Her smiles fade. You start to see how her past relationship really affected her. You decide to stay with her after.

"I’ll stay, but I won’t move in." She smiles brightly at you. The waitress comes to your table with the appetizers. Your muscle memory controls you, and gave her a piece of the deep fried octopus. She gladly accepts it with her mouth. You were tired at this point, disappointed at yourself that you did that, but for some reason, you couldn’t handle how naturally cute she can be. The waitress comes to hand over the ramen and leaves. You eat the takoyaki, as there will be one left.

"Have the last takoyaki, Sana." Her heart beats faster and she gets flustered. She gets fond of you being respectful and caring for her. She takes the last bite, seeing how her cheeks expand with the food she’s eating and feeling like you are melting and growing fond of everything she does. She unknowingly spark your emotions and feelings, as it haven’t been after you broke up with your ex. Your heart starts pounding, trying to control your feelings. You start to wonder if crossing paths with her was a fate for both of you, thinking how two broken people end up within a night and eating together the next morning.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Sana wondered

“Oh, just thinking.” She slurps some noodles, curiously wondering what you thought about.

“What are you thinking?” You didn’t want to answer, but you tell her anyways as she smiles.

"I was thinking about why we crossed paths with each other." Sana already understands, also thinking that two broken people meet within a night and eating in the morning. Her face was glowing red, trying to hide it and eats her ramen. You look at her glowing cheeks, knowing she understood what you said, and try to hide her face.

"Mhmm, this ramen is steaming." You know she’s hiding her face glowing red, but pick up your chopstick and finish the food with her. It was quiet as you both eat, she’s having thoughts, as so were you. Sana finishes her plate first and waits for you. The bowl you have is almost done, and she takes a picture of the sunshine from the window. Sana smiles brightly; it breaks your heart knowing she’s hiding her pain through a smile. The waitress brings the check and you quickly give her your card to pay. It was too late for Sana to realize as she tried to reach her purse.

“That’s nice of you, thanks.”

“I should be the one paying anyways.” You said to her.

She couldn’t take how you treated her, falling for you quickly without herself knowing. The waitress comes back with your card and receipt, you both head out to the car and back to her house. You exit, and she waits for you to open the passenger door. She reads you like a book, and so you do open the door for her. She finds you cute, good-looking at the same time. You wait for her as she opens the door and go inside.

“Feel free to do anything as I clean up the house a bit.” Sana smiles.

You turn on the TV, giving some glances to Sana as she cleans the kitchen up. You look at the photos that were hanging in the living room. Family photos were the ones that stood out the most as you look at them. Sana sees you looking through the pictures, getting shy at you seeing her parents and when she was little. She doesn’t have any siblings, but knowing that she’s the only sibling must have been something you couldn’t relate to. Putting yourself in her shoes, you realize she didn’t have an actual sibling to look up to when she was young. You then see a more modern photo of her kissing a baby, which must be her aunt's baby. She looks like someone who loves kids.

You turn back around, trying to go sit on the couch. She comes and hugs you like a teddy bear. Your heart starts beating rapidly at her sudden movement. You hug her also and hear her snuffle and cry quietly; you didn’t say a word, understanding how broken she is.

"She’s needy, but why would anyone do such a thing to her?" You spoke inside your thoughts; it makes you fill with anger at how someone can treat another person like this.

You really can’t fight your feelings at this point if your feelings and thoughts are always about Sana. You’re taking the risk, not caring if Sana could potentially hurt you next.

“Sana, may I tell you something?” Your heart was racing. She wipes off her tears on your shirt, smudging her mascara and looks up to you in a mess.

“I think we are meant to be together, Sana. Let’s date.”

She freezes looking at you. Her eyes gleamed, smiling at you with happiness. You saw an actual smile that wasn’t so fake anymore.

"I would agree." She cries tears of joy, hugging you tighter and almost cutting off your airway. She jumps with joy, not hiding her feelings, and kisses your lips. It quickly turns into a French kiss, and you stumble onto the couch, she gets on top, showing you the love she’s been hiding. The kisses feel like it last forever, but you love how she’s a great kisser.

"Sana." She doesn’t stop kissing. You kiss her more; her back arches toward you and the romance quickly fills the living room. Her past scars melt away as your love heals her. You start to realize Sana is the one who makes you see life in a new light. Your scars quickly fade away, only focusing on Sana, who is now your girlfriend.

She suddenly pauses and gets up. "Should we head to the bed?" You don’t say a word and get up with her, carrying her to the bed, and she covers her mouth, laughing and giggling. You toss her on the bed and both of you take off your clothes. You crawl on top of her, kissing her thighs, midriff, tits, and back to her soft lips that you crave. She grinds slowly on your cock, feeling it get harder.

"Put it in me, please." You do what she says, you tease her and thrust your tip on her folds, and then slowly put it in for her. She closes her eyes from you entering her, Sana moans erotically and turns you on even more. Your body crashes onto hers, tits bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck, that feels so good; go deeper; make me take your cock." You slowly go deeper and she yells at how your cock was deep in her tight walls. You feel her toned abs and glide your hands over her body to her tits. You kiss her tits and suck on them, "ahh fuck, you’re so good; keep fucking me like this." You make your way to her face and kiss her. She kisses and caresses your neck, smelling your scent. "You smell so good." Sana wraps her legs around your back, taking your cock at an angle as her lower body hangs off the bedsheets by an inch.

Her moans get erotic. You went back to kissing her amazing body and caressing it. You fuck her in that position, not knowing how long it’s been as your back started hurting from arching. You get up on your feet, making her legs wrap around your back, and you make her land on the dresser to sit. She moves her makeup without looking as she kisses you, dropping lipstick and a couple of unknown things she had on the dresser. She opens her legs for you to thrust inside. You thrust in her faster; Sana’s upper body drops down, and her head leans against the mirror. She moans loudly at your thrust, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Sana arches her back, seeing her tits bounce with your body crashing into her thighs. You went in to suck on her tits. She giggles seductively and moans again after the sudden pleasure. You wrap your arms around her soft-toned thighs and penetrate her even more deeply, making her satisfied. "Ah, fuck, it’s so fucking deep." She grunts and yells, and you know she loves it when she feels pain and pleasure at the same time. She is breathing faster and heavier at how deep you are inside her. "Fuck!" Sana shouts, knowing that’s the only word she can say as you aggressively fuck her. She tries looking at you fucking her, but loses focus. Her eyes rolled back, taking every inch of your cock inside her tight walls and g-spot.

You hear her gasping for air. You slow down and she manages to grab your arm, knowing she don’t don’t want you stop. You pick up the pace and back to penetrate her walls. She smiles through the moans, happy that you know what she wants without telling you. Your back was sweating, the room was getting humid from you and Sana. Parts of her hair were glued to her face with her smudged mascara. She was having the time of her life with you fucking her. "Fucking make me c-" Sana couldn’t finish the sentence as she tried to say it in a single breath.

You understood what she tried to say, releasing your arms from her thighs as they hang down from the dresser. Immediately, you rub her clit in circular motion. She moans loudly at a high pitch. Sana starts to arch her back again, breathing heavier and almost seeing her rib cage with her toned abs. You want to cum deep inside of her as you keep thrusting. You feel sweat dripping down your face but don’t care; you want Sana to cum. She clenches her teeth, trying not to scream loudly the moment she cums. You grab her neck, knowing she loves it when you choke her. You apply moderate pressure to the sides of her neck and softly to her throat. She starts smiling and relaxes her mouth after clenching her teeth.

"Don’t fight yourself; I love it when I hear you cum, Sana; it’s so hot." The smile doesn’t last long after you said that, making her drunk on your words. She arches her back, her body starts tensing, her thighs begin to shake, and she cums, making her scream and moan to you. Your cock pulsates at her voice when she cums, and you're going to cum from her walls tightening on your cock.

“Fuck, Sana, I’m going to cum.”

You thrust inside her to make you cum. After a final thrust, you release your cum inside her. She was still riding out her orgasm, breathing heavily. You fall down towards her and hold onto the dresser, almost crashing into her.

She grabs you by your nape, pulling your face towards her and kisses you. You feel her breathe on your skin as her moans get softer and quieter.

“You said it so hot, can’t believe I came from you just saying that.” She gets shy at you, not knowing she could cum from your words.

“I thought you came just in time after that, not from what I said.” You laugh

“I was at the edge, but your words were so hot, I came unexpectedly from it.”

“I really can’t get over how you cum, it really is hot, Sana.” Her face becomes red, overwhelmed from your words of encouragement. She hugs you, and you get up along with her.

“Another round?” She caresses your hand.

“Anything for you, Sana.”

You toss Sana on the bed laying on her back. It isn’t the position you wanted and flip her to lay on her stomach. She giggles, getting man handled by you, and give her ass a light spank. You thrust on her crack, teasing her as you get hard again. Sana puts her hands on her back for you to pin her.

“You love being pinned don’t you, Sana.”

“It’s so hot being pinned by you.”

“You’re such a good girl, Sana.” You kiss her toned back and then insert your cock.

“Ah!”

You thrust her quickly as her body sinks into the bed with each thrust that your body collides with her. Sana moans with pain and pleasure as you penetrate her deeply. You grab her hands, holding them tightly like you’re stretching her arms out.

"Fuck me harder!" She yells. You love how she wanted more, like she was now addicted to you fucking her. You push your cock in as deep as possible when your body collides with her, making her ass bounce on your pelvis. You release your hands from hers and put your hands on her hips, feeling her curves. Sana’s skin is soft, she knows how to take care of her body, knowing that it’s yours now. Sana gasped for air, overwhelmed by your aggression towards her. You slow down the pace, "I don’t want you passing out, Sana." She becomes flustered and moans more softly. You squeeze her ass, loving how nice and round they are. You get down closer to her body, digging through the bedsheets to grab her neck, and she tilts her head upwards for you. She smiles so seductively, gripping her own bedsheets as you choke her lightly.

"Sana, you’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it." She smiles happily, making her feel loved again. You kiss her cheeks and hair, giving her the love and attention that she’s been desperately searching for.

"You smell so amazing, Sana." Tears of joy stream down as she closes her eyes. You love giving her the reassurance that she needs, melting your own heart as you fuck her slowly. You guide her to her sides; she stares right at you and wipes off her tears, smudging her mascara, still looking hot as ever taking your cock deep and slow. Her body was twisted from you guiding her to her sides and you grab her legs, lifting them to her side, and she spreads herself open. You lean towards her; your cock is deep inside Sana as you both stare into each other's eyes, falling deeply in love. You aren’t lasting any longer because of how hot she is. You don’t tell her that you are cumming; most likely she already knows from your cock pulsating within her tight walls. She smirks, showing her natural seductiveness and makes your cock erupt inside her. You cum hard, stopping your thrust deep inside her as you grunt and fall on top of her, giving you a hug as she feels your cum deep in her. You lay on her for minutes, catching your own breath to how hard you came. She kisses your neck, licking off the little sweats that you created. Suddenly, she gives you a hard bite, marking you her territory. You grunt, knowing what she’s doing. Your breaths slow down and you crawl back to her open legs.

“Bite my thighs, my body belongs to you.”

You bite her thighs that is close to her wet folds, screaming in pain that sounds seductive. You give her inner thighs a hickey. Your cum oozes out like a flood onto her bedsheets; you scoop it up and give her a taste. She moans, getting a taste of your cum and licking your fingers clean.

“I think we should wash the bedsheet, Sana.”

“Yea, it’s getting soaked with sweat and your tasty cum.” She laughs.

You and Sana get up to dress, removing the bed and pillow sheets. You fix her hair as you both walk to the laundry room and place the sheets in the washer. You hold her hand, getting out and sitting at the couch to rest. You keep fixing her hair, distracting yourself from her beauty. Sana looks at you and place her hand on your cheek.

“I- I love you.” You never heard that word in a long time, your heart beats quickly and gives you butterflies in your stomach. It took Sana a lot of courage to say that word again.

“I- I love you too, Sana.” She smiles, brighter than the smiles you’ve seen from her.

“Can we just cuddle? I want to spend time watching a movie with you.”

“I’m not stopping you.” You tease her and pulled her towards you. She turns on a movie, watching it until the sun starts to set as the movie ends. You admire everything about her, from her scarred past to how she is with you.

“Sana, I want to take you to a place.” The sun starts to go down and you want to take her to a place that you went to when you had the worst times in your life.

"I’ll drive this time." Sana said. Both of you get out the house and she quickly opens the passenger door for you and laughs. It feels weird for you, but you love how she can joke around while showing her love. You laugh with her and she goes back to the driver side door, you reach for her door, pushing it out for her. It makes her shy; never expecting that from you.

You give the address to her and she drives off. It wasn’t far from the club you met her from as she drives up the mountain, seeing the beautiful view of the lights in the city. Sana arrives at the place and gets out, amazed from seeing the whole city from the mountains. You hold her hands, walking towards the bench, giving her a fantastic view of the city as the sun sets.

“Let’s take a picture together, Sana.” She agrees and pull out her phone, taking a picture of the city and both of you within the frame. She looks at the pictures, knowing she’s keeping this moment for memories with you. Sana puts her phone away and hugs you.

“Thank you for making me feel loved again.”

“I want to thank you also, Sana. I love you”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Pretty long story, depending how good this fic receives, I might make a 2nd chapter. This is also my first time publishing a fic. Thanks to @twice-inamillion and @coldfanbou for giving me feedback.

#sana x reader #twice smut #sana smut #kpop smut

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Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute

MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️

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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.

He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.

It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.

He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He ignored the first question that popped up.

who got you that ring?

He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.

But then questions kept coming in.

R U ENGAGED???

usually the girl wears the ring right

If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe

The last one made him pause.

It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.

“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”

Steve put his hand down, sighing.

“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”

He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.

“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.

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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.

The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.

“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”

“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”

Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.

“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

She maybe had a crush on him, too.

“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”

Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?

It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.

He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.

Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.

He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.

“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.

Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”

“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.

“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.

“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.

“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.

“But I ruined our plan!”

“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”

“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”

Steve let out a long breath before responding.

“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”

“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”

Steve let out a small laugh.

“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”

“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”

He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.

Everything would be fine.

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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.

He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.

Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.

“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.

“No, you’ll distract me.”

“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”

Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“What’s got you so worried?”

“Everything.”

Eddie sighed.

“But specifically.”

“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.

“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”

“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.

“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.

“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”

“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”

Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.

He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.

They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.

Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.

Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.

Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.

Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.

Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.

“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”

“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.

“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”

“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.

“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”

Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.

He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.

Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.

Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.

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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.

It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.

Now they didn’t.

Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.

They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.

When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”

“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”

“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.

Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.

“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.

“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #request #modern au #gamer steve harrington #rock star eddie munson #established relationship

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Series: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits | masterpost Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Oliver Sykes

Hearts Like Ours. Additional multipart. Chapter 3: The Crow Witch | Words: 5k Summary: Noah returns home.

Tags and trigger warnings: established polyamorous relationship, no more angst, just a few happy tears, reader has her boys back, guided sexual meditation, mentions of chakras, firebreath orgasm, orgasmic bliss, a lot of 'good girl' praise, 'that's my girl', 'such a good girl', finger licking, one single spanking (oliver to noah), implied sub/dom relationship/behaviors if you squint (sub!reader, dom!noah, dom!oliver), implied p in v (not fully described), fluffy fluff.

Author’s note: get cozy 🕉️🧘🏽‍♀️ I loved writing this; it's definitely one of my favorite scenes with these three.

“What did you tell her?” Noah asked, fastening his seatbelt and glancing at Oliver as they pulled away from the airport arrivals area onto the highway.

“I didn’t lie to her. I took her to Starbucks, bought her a drink, and then told her to wait while I went to fetch something to cheer her up.”

“And she was ok with that?”

“Of course she wasn’t. But she ended up thinking I went to get a puppy for her to take care of while we’re on tour. Can’t say she’s entirely wrong,” Oliver replied, giving Noah a meaningful look.

Noah rolled his eyes, blushing slightly but smiling nonetheless. He was happy to be back, to be with him, to see her soon. Just then, the car’s screen lit up, indicating an incoming call from their girl.

“Speaking of the devil…” Oliver muttered. Before answering the call, he gestured to Noah to keep quiet. “Hi, love.”

“Hi,” came her reply, laced with suspicion.

“How’s that caramel latte treating you?”

“Good. Where are you?”

“On my way back,” he answered.

“Where did you go?”

“I told you, I went to pick something up to cheer you up.”

There was a brief pause as she listened intently for any background noise.

Oliver snorted.

“Are you expecting to hear a bark or something?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled softly, melting at the idea of Oli getting her a puppy.

“Well, sorry to disappoint, love, but I’m not giving anything away. Give me a bit more time, and I’ll come pick you up, alright?”

“Don’t worry. Just head straight home,” she said. “I’ll walk. It’s a beautiful day outside, and I think I need it,” she took a deep breath and Noah frowned, looking at Oliver with concern. “But I need you more, so please be home by the time I get back?”

If Oliver didn’t have to drop Noah off and return to fetch her, they’d have plenty of time to settle in at home before she made it back from the city center.

Sure, I’ll be there, baby,” he agreed. “Just give me a call if you want me to come get you.”

“It’s only a thirty-minute walk. I think I’ll manage,” she teased, her voice filled with contentment.

After expressing his love and ending the call, Oliver glanced at Noah, who was now running a hand through his hair.

“See? Everything just falls right into place without us having to lift a finger,” Oliver remarked.

“She’s going to be disappointed you’re not bringing home a dog,” Noah retorted.

“You do love a bit of drama, don’t you?”

“Just saying. She’s been talking about getting a dog for ages.”

“You’re her favorite puppy”, Oliver addressed, teasing him.

Noah shook his head and settled deeper into his seat. As he gazed out the window, relief washed over him knowing they were back in L.A. Soon, he’d be able to hold her close and comfort her. Glancing back at oliver, Noah reached out to tousle his hair, gently massaging the scalp at the back while Oliver kept his green eyes fixed on the road.

“Thank you for coming back for her,” Noah said sincerely, eyes full of appreciation.

“I’d do the same for you, anytime. I’d do anything for both of you.”

Thirty minutes later, Oliver and Noah found themselves lounging on the couch, Oliver’s arm draped over the backrest, almost encircling Noah’s shoulders. Oliver was sitting so that he could face Noah, and with his free hand he kept on touching the ends of Noah’s hair, longer than last time they’d been together.

They had been like this for ten minutes, catching up on their weeks apart, stealing kisses intermittently, and tenderly touching and massaging each other’s knees.

The jingle of keys outside and the creak of the front door opening made Noah’s heart jump on his chest. Oliver winked at him before letting him divert all his attention to his girl. A broad grin lit up Noah’s face, a smile he would have worn all day were it not for the reason why he was home a day earlier.

Struggling with the keys in the lock, she muttered a curse and silently resolved to oil it the next day. Her thoguhts, however, were quickly overtaken when her feet stumbled over a pile of luggage by the door.

In mere seconds, she deduced whose luggage it was and what it meant. Her heart leapt in her chest, and then, the voice she had yearned to hear for nearly thirty days filled the air, close and distinct.

By the time her gaze met Noah’s, he was already on his feet, halfway to the doorway, his tender smile beckoning her forward. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over when she finally found herself enveloped in his arms. His hug felt warm and secure, reminiscent of a cozy winter night by the fire. His lips pressed against her hair as he wisphered a few sweet, comforting words to her.

Noah was home. Noah was home and so was Oliver.

They had both come back for her.

An hour later, Oliver and Noah were back on the sofa, side by side. This time, shey lay across their laps, her head resting on Noah’s thigh while her torso sprawled across Oliver’s. Oliver had lifted her t-shirt slightly and was gently tracing circles on her back, while Noah lovingly stroked her hair.

The house was quiet. Three empty mugs sat on the coffee table, the faint scent of lavender tea lingering in the air. Despite this, her senses were overwhelmed by the masculine scents of her boys. She could have drifted off to sleep right there, her hand clutching Oliver’s t-shirt and her face nestled against Noah’s stomach.

“Are you tired?” Noah asked, his voice husky, a soft whisper in the vast expanse of the living room.

“No,” she replied, her eyes lifting to meet his, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that always captivated him. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” he lied. He was exhausted. He wanted to stretch his legs, maybe walk for an hour or run for thirty minutes, then sleep for the next ten hours. But that could wait. His priority now was to be with her. “Are you hungry, sleepy, need anything?

She giggled at his barrage of questions, shaking her head no as she shifted on their laps to find a more comfortable position.

“That’s good,” Noah concluded. After a moment of silence and a shared look with Oliver, he added, “I have some plans that will probably take up the rest of the evening.”

“What plans?” She asked, a frown creasing her brow.

Noah’s finger traced the line of her lower lip. She nibbled at it, waiting for his response.

“Do you trust me?” He asked instead.

“Always,” she answered without hesitation.

“Good girl,” Noah praised softly, his voice warm with approval as he made her sit up, Oliver helping her with a hand on her back. When she twisted her head to look at Noah, her hair brushed against Oliver, and the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, making him yearn for her even when her body was practically pressed against his.

Noah stood up and extended his hand. She took it gleefully, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Before he could lead her to the center of the living room, Oliver, still on the sofa, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back just an inch to press a kiss to her lower back, where her skin peeked. Then, he released her to Noah, who guided her to the sprawling carpet that covered the floor in the spacious living room.

Noah gestured for her to sit, and she complied, settling gracefully onto the soft surface, crossing her legs in front of her. She noticed Oliver walking to one of the cupboards next to the TV, gathering pillows and blankets and letting them drop on the floor close to her. Then, he bent down to open the small drawers, searching for something.

Noah mirrored her position on the carpet and exchanged a knowing glance with Oliver, who had quickly located the box of tealight candles and matches. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared secret that escaped her, as per usual, but that just added a layer of anticipation to the moment. She could feel her heart fluttering nervously, but this time, she welcomed the excitement, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she focused intently on Noah.

“You’re doing so well already,” Noah murmured, his smile tender as he reached out to gently touch her chin with two fingers and pulling her in for a kiss.

After the soft touch of his lips against her, she opened her eyes, her orbs colliding with Noah’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He wore a pleasant smile, looking tired but happy.

“What are we going to do?” She asked, her voice adjusting to the calm ambience in the house. Behind her, Oliver lit an incense stick and placed it in its holder. Then, he proceeded to light the candles, placing them strategically around the living room.

“We’re going to make you feel really good, and you don’t have to do anything but let us be nice to you.”

She took a deep breath, her mind racing with images, her smile growing, Noah mirroring hers as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That sounds… perfect.”

“It will be,” he assured, straigthening his back and inching closer to her so that their knees nearly touched. “From this moment on, just follow my instructions, okay? I know you can do that.”

She nodded, her posture adopting the familiar meditative stance she was used to. Normally, she meditated alone, but having Noah in front of her, seeking that break amidst real life and its brutality already felt rewarding.

“Good girl,” he whispered, this time his voice lowering to a tone that made her skin tingle with goosebumps. “Roll your head a couple of times, right and left. Now, can you focus on my breathing?” He asked, checking her stance and her attention. “I want you to follow my breathing. Once you’re on it, give it a few seconds then shift the focus to yours, yeah?”

She did as he instructed.

A moment later, a soothing, resonant sound filled the room—Oliver had played some music to set the ambience. She could sense his presence, though he remained at a respectful distance.

The soft chime of a Tibetan bowl echoed through the room, its sound lingering like a gentle caress. The candles around them cast a warm, flickering light, creating dancing shadows on the walls that swayed with their breaths. The faint, earthy scent of incense grounded her senses as she concentrated on Noah’s breathing.

Inhale. Pause. Exhale.

“Don’t push the breath out,” Noah reminded her. “Just let it fall out gently.”

Following his words, she matched his rhythm, feeling the air fill her lungs and then release it slowly. Each breath brought a deeper sense of calm, quieting her mind and easing her anxieties. The memory of the painful conversation with her mother loomed like a dark cloud in the back of her head, but focusing on Noah’s steady breaths, their synchronized breathing and the occasional soft crackle of the candles, helped soften the edges of her pain. With the boys home, the wound was momentarily soothed. Noah’s presence in front of her was a steady anchor, his breath a soothing guide that led her deeper into relaxation. She felt a sense of unity with him, with Oliver, a shared tranquility that transcended words, slowly chipping away at the hurt she had been carrying. The quiet rustling of blankets and pillows being set by Oliver around her just further grounded her in this safe, intimate space.

As she continued to breathe in harmony, she felt a wave of contentment settling inside of her. The world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only this safe, warm space. Her body felt light, almost weightless, as if she could float away on the waves of her breath. The simplicity of the moment, the quiet connection between her and her boys, filled her with a deep sense of gratitude and love. For the first time in days, the tight knot of sorrow in her chest began to unwind, replaced by the comforting presence of the two men.

“Baby,” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper.

She opened her eyes ever so slowly. Noah’s gaze was intent on her, unyelding.

“Take off your clothes now, but leave your underwear on.”

Without a word, she just nodded and stood up to comply with Noah’s instructions.

“Do it the right way,” he added. It was a command but his voice was gentle and full of love.

She understood.

Slowly, she undressed under the watchful eyes of Noah and Oliver. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the sofa cushions. She returned to sit in front of Noah, wearing only a a thin bra and panties.

This time, Noah got up and moved to sit behind her, his legs spread on either side of her. “Take a deep breath,” he whispered close to her ear. “Close your eyes. Focus your mind on your breathing. And feel me. I’m right here, baby, right behind you. Not going anywhere. That’s it,” he cheered, “goood.”

They stayed like that for a while, the silence interrupted only by their steady breathing and the occasional flicker of the candles. The incense’s scent grew stronger, blending with their body heat to create an almost tangible blanket of harmony. Oliver moved quietly around the room, his actions reflecting his care in setting the perfect ambiance. Each time he passed near, she felt a gentle, invisible caress, a reminder of the protective circle they formed around her.

Noah took her hand and slowly guided it to her chest, positioning it right over her heart. Brushing his cheek against hers, he whispered, “Can you feel it, baby?”

She focused on the rhythm beneath her fingertips, the steady thump-thump grounding her in the moment. The tension from the past few days, the anguish from her mother’s cruel words, began to ebb away with each breath. Noah’s warmth seeped into her skin, his voice a calming anchor.

“Yes,” she breathed. The word seemed to hang in the air, merging with the soft music Oliver had started in the background. It was a gentle melody, almost like an hypnotic lullaby, weaving through the room and wrapping around them like a soft embrace.

“Good,” Noah murmured. “Now, keep breathing, keep feeling. Remember, we’re here for you. We’re not going anywhere.”

Oliver came to sit near them. He didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes conveyed everything she would need to know: she was safe, cherished, and never alone. She took another deep breath, feeling the collective energy in the room—a harmonious blend of love, comfort, and peace.

With Noah’s breath at her back and Oliver’s steady presence beside her, she felt a deep sense of release coming, the heavy burden of her recent pain lifting, replaced by the simple yet profound act of being fully present in the moment, surrounded by her boys.

But when Noah’s cupped her breast and slid down to lay over her stomach, his fingers then slipping inside her panties, her breath caught.

“Breathe,” he ordered, reminding her to stay focused.

She tried, but it was suddenly difficult with his fingers massaging her between her legs. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, sending waves of sensation through her body.

“Hold your orgasm, baby. This is not about coming. It’s about the connection and the journey together to get there. Of all the millions of people that can give you sexual pleasure, only Oli and I can connect to your mind, ease your vulnerabilities, and empower everything that you are.”

He noticed her chest rising.

“So, be good and do as I say. Trust your mind. You know you can do it.”

She was so lost in the intensity of his touch that she wasn’t aware of the second presence looming so over her until Oliver’s lips pressed softly against her own. Startled, she opened her eyes to find him sitting in front of them, his gaze warm and inviting.

Oliver took Noah’s hand away from between her legs, and in a moment that seemed to stretch time, he guided Noah’s long fingers to his mouth. Her pupils dilated at the sight of Oliver tasting her from Noah’s fingers, his green eyes locked on her as his tongue dragged along Noah’s wet digits. The eroticism of the scene was almost too much to bear, but the calm, grounding presence of both men kept her anchored.

“We’re going to need you to lay down for us now, doll,” Oliver said softly.

She was mesmerized, her body responding to their every command without hesitation. She barely noticed Noah unclasping her bra, standing up to place it on top of her pile of clothes before joining her again on the carpet. Oliver repeated the instruction to lay down, his voice a soothing command. She did so, feeling the plush softness of the blankets that Oliver had strategically placed on the floor.

“Hips up,” Oliver commanded next. She complied, and he gently removed her panties, leaving her completely exposed. The vulnerability of her position contrasted sharply with the overwhelming sense of safety and connection she felt. She closed her eyes again, focusing on the warmth of their presence, the scent of the candles, and the gentle music filling the room.

Noah positioned himself at her side. Now she had noah on the left and Oliver on the right, protecting her from every evil in the world. “Keep breathing, baby,” Noah said, his breath hot against her ear. “Feel everything.”

Oliver leaned over her, his fingers tracing light patterns along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was deliberate, exploring every curve and contour with reverence. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing hum. “Just let go and feel us here with you.”

She could feel the energy between them, a tangible connection that pulsed with every beat of her heart. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them entwined in this intimate dance of trust and desire. Each touch, each whispered word, drew her deeper into the moment, dissolving the pain of the past few days and replacing it with a profound sense of peace and belonging.

Noah’s hands slowly roamed down her body, caressing her sides and tracing her curves with a feather-light touch that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her. Oliver’s lips followed the path of his fingers, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. She felt Noah’s breath on her skin, hot and tantalizing, as his hands explored her thighs, gently parting them to allow Oliver better access.

Oliver’s mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking out to tease her nipples, drawing soft moans from her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of tenderness and intensity that left her breathless. She arched her back, pressing into his touch, craving more of the delicious friction.

“Feel us,” Noah whispered, his voice a seductive murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “Every touch, every breath. You’re the only thing that matters to us.”

Oliver’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers slipping through her wetness with ease. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, coaxing her pleasure higher and higher while Noah’s hands continued to roam, adding to the sensory overload.

“Remember, baby,” Noah’s voice was a soothing command, “This is about the connection. Hold your orgasm and just feel the journey we’re on together. We’ll tell you when to come.”

She was on the edge, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious torment that left her gasping for breath. Oliver’s fingers moved with expert precision, bringing her closer and closer to the brink while Noah’s touch and words kept her grounded in the moment.

Time lost its meaning as they continued, every movement and sensation blending into a seamless flow of pleasure and connection. She was no longer just herself but a part of something greater, something beautiful and transcendent. The world outside might be filled with heartbreak and angst, but here, in this sacred space, she found solace in their touch, their presence, and the love they offered.

“Kitten,” Noah called out again. She didn’t open her eyes; just waited for the instruction. “Get your knees up and feet flat on the ground. Good. Spine straight. That’s it.”

Oliver’s “such a good girl” seeped into her skin and made it hard to swallow.

“Inhale,” Noah continued, his voice steady. “Let your belly fill up, and as you exhale, flatten your lower back to the ground, like I taught you.”

The rocking motion helped to move the sexual energy in her, and Oliver and Noah knew it very well. They knew what they were doing, with every word, every touch, every kiss.

“Use your mind and breath to pull energy into your root chakra, baby. Remember its name?”

She furrowed her brows, hesitanting for a moment.

“Muladhara,” she answered.

Even though her eyes were close, she could tell Noah was smiling at her correct answer.

“That’s my girl,” he praised her. “Keep sending your energy to your lower belly.”

“Do you feel charged up, love?” Oliver asked from her other side.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice steadier.

“You’re doing so well,” Noah approved. “When you feel charged enough, reduce the energy again until its focus is between your legs. Oli and I will help you, don’t worry.”

The energy moved through her chakras on its own, circulating back and forth in a rhytmic cycle. When Oliver touched her forehead, he signaled her to concentrate her energy in that area for a couple of minutes. Then, Noah placed his hand on her mound, covering her lower belly and pussy with the expanse of his hand. The surge of energy from her mind to her core felt like a tidal wave, propelling her into a highger state, a higher ecstasy. The energy flowed effortlessly, and she felt herself rapidly ascending into an orgasmic state.

The orgasm released all the pent-up tension and expanded the energy flowing through her body and mind, connecting to her spirit. For about ten seconds, her back arched, a long moan stretching, joining the musical sounds filling the room. Oliver struggled to contain the wave of desire that surged through him, that proppeled him to fall over the edge. His cock throbbed in his pants. Noah wasn’t in a much different state, though he had more training when it came to holding his orgasms.

When it was over, she couldn’t speak. She was certain she hadn’t just orgasmed physically but also mentally. She barely registered the lustful gazes of the two men at her sides, their restrained desire and lust evident in throbbing bulges in their pants and popping veins in their necks. They looked like predators ready to pounce on her and devour her.

Her ears were still ringing from the abyssal orgasm she had experienced when Oliver’s voice reverberated inside her head as he whispered, breathless himself, “This is how Gods build their kingdoms.”

He couldn’t be lying, for whatever had just happened felt like a cosmic experience.

“We’ve never done that before,” she managed to say, still feeling like she was floating.

Noah laughed, his laugh sweet and satisfied. He felt some tension ease as he senses her own serenity spreading to him.

Oliver was the one to reply, adjusting his position to relieve some discomfort. “Pretty boy loves spending his free time reading all kinds of things, doesn’t he? And here we are, the three of us benefiting from all that knowledge.”

“But what about you?” she asked, concern in her voice.

Noah started to shake his head, disapproving of her newfound and unnecesary worry.

“Well,” Oliver began. His left hand cupped her right breast and massaged it teasingly, squeezing on the right places. “We can spend the whole evening making love to you,” he suggested, his voice cheeky, “taking turns inside of you until you’re so sated and full of ourselves that you drift off to sleep in our arms and forget that we’ve been away from you for so long. Do you want that, baby?”

The beating of her heart sped up again.

Of course she did.

Some three hours later, feeling satiated (from dinner and from them), she sat in the center of the bed, legs crossed in the lotus position, eagerly awaitng Noah and Oliver to emerge from the bathroom.

Earlier that evening, after experiencing two more climaxes and Noah and Oliver finding their own release, the three of them had lain on the carpet, catching their breath amidst a haze of warmth, sweat, and lingering incense. Noah, before rising, ensured his plan had worked, turning to his girl with tender kisses and affectionate touches. Grateful and overwhelmed with happiness, she thanked both her boys, fighting back tears.

The moments that followed were perfect, marked by the contentment of their bodies and souls, and the slow return to calm after their hearts raced in unison.

As night fell, a nervous energy tinged her behaviour, and Noah and Oliver were quick to notice as they emerged shirtless from the bathroom, clad only in boxers.

Noah playfully crawled onto the bed, nudging her until they tumbled onto the mattress, giggles filling the room and lifting Oliver’s spirits higher as he joined them on the other side of the bed.

“What’s on your mind?” Noah inquired, concern furrowing his brow, his fingertips playing notes at her clavicle. “Still thinking about your mother?”

Shaking her head, she gazed into his warm brown eyes, appreciating every detail; the very unique curve of them, the length of his lashes.

“Is it the wedding, then?” He persisted, his embrace tightening reassuringly around her as Oliver pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her head. “You know nothing can stop us from getting married; not the government and its laws, not religion, not anyone. Nothing. We—”

“It’s not that,” she interrupted gently, cherishing the weight of Noah against her. “I know nothing going to ruin that. I can’t wait to go shopping with Sylvie and try on dresses…” Oliver pressed against her, sandwiching her between his and Noah’s body. When she made mention of the dress, Oliver had a huge grin planted on his face, and unable to contain himself, he dipped his head into her neck to nibble on her shoulder and rip a giggle out of her. A few moments later, her hand stroking Oliver’s long hair, she acknowledged, “I don't want you to leave.”

But there was no way around it. Oliver had an early plane to catch, and he had to be at the airport by 6am.

By midnight, Noah was sound asleep on his side of the bed, while Oliver lay in the same condition at the other end, one hand resting on his bare chest. Despite her efforts to find a comfortable position and try to catch some sleep, she couldn’t shake the sadness knowing Oliver would soon be leaving again. Even though they would reunite again in less than a week, the emotional and unexpected reunion had deepened her bond with her two boys, making it harder to be okay with the inevitable distance.

She didn’t want to spend a single day without them.

She wanted every day to repeat as that very afternoon had unfolded, with Noah and Oliver taking turns inside her, their naked bodies pressed against hers, their sweat mingling, their wet kisses trailing across her skin. Every sigh, every moan, every look and touch—she yearned for it all. She wanted to live in the intensity of their gazes when they moved inside her and when they orgasmed, she wanted their laughter, their playfulness, how it affected their expressions, the same ones she wanted to capture forever—like Noah’s focused stare as he moved slowly in and out of her at a deadly tempo, never breaking eye contact until Oliver spanked him, provoking Noah to cock his head and throw him a sharp look and say, “Can you not? I was having a moment with her.”

That had made her laugh, only spurring Oliver on, his smile filled with fascination and pride as he reached between Noah and her to fiddle with her nipple. Annoyed, Noah had shifted from caressing her to ramming her, and she had ended up reaching her climax around Noah’s cock amid moans and giggles. It had been momentous. The sex they’d had that afternoon between the three of them had been more than that. It had been energy that existed on its own, the exchange of it between the three of them. There was nothing more wonderful.

However, the feeling of floating in paradise only lasted for so long. It was not permanent. It came and went. And it was Oliver’s time to leave.

At ten to five in the morning, the three of them stood in the entrance: Noah in his underwear, she in a T-shirt and panties, and Oliver dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, his backpack slung over his shoulder. She hugged him tightly, determined not to cry like a little girl. Oliver kissed her long and hard, assuring her that with Noah back, they would make time fly until he returned.

“As soon as I’m back next week, we can start looking for wedding venues,” he promised, kissing her hand where her engagement ring sat.

She smile was filled with sadness.

“I love you so much,” he told her.

“And I love you,” she replied, throwing her arms around his neck once more and kissing him dramatically, as if it were their last time seeing each other. She would forever be grateful for him and the other man standing beside her.

Reluctantly, she stepped back, wanting to prolong their goodbye but aware that Noah, who had just returned, also needed his moment. Her fingers brushed Oliver’s before letting go, allowing Noah to bid farewell.

After their parting kiss, Noah instructed him to call before boarding the plane.

“You’ll be fast asleep; doubt you’ll pick up," Oliver chuckled. Noah growled, grabbing Oliver’s sweatshirt collar and pulling him close again. “Just call me,” Noah demanded, before pressing his mouth to his again and biting on his lower lip.

Five minutes later, Oliver’s Range Rover disappeared into the darkness that still flooded the neighborhood, and Noah closed the front door behind him to find a pitiful little face staring helplessly at him.

“Back to bed for cuddles?” he suggested, arms wide open for her.

She nodded with a pout, looking all adorable. With a small leap, Noah scooped her up, her legs finding their place around his waist and arms around his neck. Nestling her head into his neck, she heard him mutter something as they ascended the stairs.

“What was that?”

“I said that instead of ‘kitten’ I’m going to start calling you ‘koala’.”

Chuckling into his shoulder, she let Noah guide them back to bed. Despite the mattress still holding Oliver’s scent and shape, Noah hugged her close, offering her shelter against his chest. She snuggled, finding comfort in the Crow Witch tattoo on Noah’s arm, pressing her cheek to the drawing, letting herself believe that Noah’s arms were wings that would forever envelop her in a promise of adoration and protection.

Trying not to think that Oliver was gone, she focused on Noah’s gentle caresses and the kiss he placed on her head. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her was his whispered, “I love you.”

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