#we went from hand holds to sexy times between 15 and 18

[gurugirl]

A Good Boy | 3. Overheard

Summary: Leo's out of town and someone finds out about their secret.

Note: This is stepmon!reader x stepson!harry - both are adults in this story but don't read if you don't like it.

Word Count: 14,412

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, inappropriate & forbidden relationship, age gap, cheating, lying

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Waking up was easy and slow. Soft morning light filtered in her window when she read the time on the clock at her bedside. 8:15 am. Quite early still but as she yawned and stretched she felt Harry’s chest rise and fall a little harder as he began to wake up.

Leo would already be gone. His flight was at 8 am.

She’d had the good fortune to wake up next to Harry a few times. It was dreamy and gentle. Sexy. Foolish.

She was naked in Harry’s arms as he cracked his eyes open, “Morning,” he smiled and inhaled contentedly.

“Mmm… morning,” she whispered back, adjusting her head so she could look up at him.

Everything around them was quiet. Quiet breaths, quiet shuffling under the sheets, quiet hallway and house.

“He’s gone?”

Y/n nodded, “Should be. His flight was at 8.”

Being tired would never deter Harry from wanting Y/n to do the dirtiest things to him. He wanted her to ruin him. In every way. He was already imagining what it would be like to be with her later in life. Wake up with her each and every morning. Have her for good. But those thoughts were what he wanted to avoid and why he had waited so long to have sex in the first place. Feeling too deeply too soon. He thought that with Y/n being married to his dad it would make it easier but that wasn’t the case. He couldn’t help it. He could see that she needed love and she needed intimacy. She needed him. And he’d give and give and give until she was done. Until she decided there was nothing else for him to offer her. Until his heart was swollen with all the love he had in the world for her and turned away to mend himself alone.

And he wouldn’t say he was in love with her but looking into her eyes and seeing the flecks in her irises and the way her expression held something that felt so tender and loving… well he could certainly see himself going down that rabbit hole with her. Falling in love and making a scene. It’d be messy and the fallout would shatter them. Depending on which way it went. She’d break it off and Harry would go into a deep depression and swear off love and turn bitter. Or Leo would find out and he’d divorce Y/n and cut Harry out of his life. And then she’d wind up resenting Harry and they’d break up anyway because the way they’d gone about it had been all wrong. The secrecy the lies…

“Are you okay, Harry?” Y/n’s calming voice brought him back to the moment. Her hand wandered over his pecs and her sweet eyes stayed on his. Searching. Worried.

“Just… imagining what it’ll be like when you get tired of me.”

She propped herself up to look down at him, “What do you mean? Why are you thinking about that?”

Harry sighed and sat up, pulling at her hands to make sure she didn’t get too far, “Because I can’t see how it could ever work in the long run,” he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, “I know we never discussed what this was but you’re married. To my father. I understand this is meant to be just a no-strings thing but I just think I’ll end up hurt.”

Yes, Y/n had thought about that too but she hadn’t let herself get too deep into that line of thinking. She didn’t like to think of them parting ways. Not yet anyway.

“Does no good to think like that. We don’t know what the future holds. Right now, though, It’s me and you, Harry. And it’s really good.”

He nodded and looked down over her tummy and her hips, “Yeah.”

He shifted so he could bring himself down her body and pressed his face into her belly button, wrapping his arms around her tight and pushing her back down into the mattress. She didn’t want him to start thinking that way yet. Everything was still so new and so fresh between them.

Running her fingers into his curls she let her nails gently scrape at his scalp. He nuzzled in more, his nose pressing into her skin and his eyes squeezed closed, “I know we don’t know the future but I’m just preparing for the worst.” He spoke into her tummy and then kissed the spot just above her belly button.

“Harry… let’s try and just focus on what’s happening now. Okay? Don’t want you all sad and pouty when we’re meant to be having fun. You’re having fun, right?”

Harry lifted his face and placed his chin over her stomach as he looked up at her, “It’s fun. But I’m not cut out for a no-strings thing. I’m not gonna fare well I’m afraid.”

She didn’t want to hurt him. Ever. She had no plans to stop their little affair at that moment but perhaps she should start thinking about what the future would look like and what was best for him. With her hands still in his thick hair she sighed and then brushed her fingers over his temple, “What should we do then? How should we go about this? Should we call it off now before we get hurt? Before we’re in too deep?”

Harry sat up abruptly and shook his head as he leaned into the headboard and pulled her with him into his chest, “No. God no. I’d rather be hurt and left in the dust as long as I could have you for a little while. Don’t let me go yet. Please.”

Y/n smiled and tilted her head up to look into his eyes, “I’m not. I just want to do what is best. If we continue this then it’ll only get more intense and feelings are bound to grow. But if we quit while we’re ahead-”

“Please don’t. Don’t want to hear it. Pretend like I didn’t say anything, okay? Let’s talk about anything else. I’m just a softy,” he smiled and flattened his palm over her back.

“A softy? Doesn’t feel very soft,” she joked as she pressed her thigh down over his erection with a grin. Y/n was happy to change the subject. She knew they should probably talk about what they were doing at some point but Harry was clearly thinking of other things when she felt how stiff he was against her.

Harry laughed, “That’s never going to be soft around you. Can’t help it.”

“Means he likes me,” she spoke as she pulled herself closer to his mouth before kissing him softly.

“He likes you all right,” Harry chuckled against her lips and then sucked in a sharp breath when her hand wrapped around him.

“I like him too.” Her whispered words were cut off as Harry’s mouth moved against hers with more haste and he deeply inhaled a breath through his nose.

Everything was dizzy and moist and hot. Harry brought his hand down to her bottom and pressed her over him as she spread her thighs to straddle him and have him centered perfectly under her body. Their mouths never stopped moving together and their tongues pressed and licked in desperate need.

“Please,” Harry moaned into her mouth, “Ride me. Fuck yourself on me. Use me.”

Y/n kicked the last bit of sheet down and pressed her knees into the bed as she slid her pussy over his shaft, “Use you?” The slow roll of her hips up and down his cock had him moaning, “What if I want you to use me? Give your cock a nice hole to fuck and come inside…” She pressed her palms over his chest and wet his cock with her arousal, “Someone to come to when you need to get your dick wet. You’ll be a good boy and come to me for that, won’t you?”

Harry nodded and groaned, “Fuck. Only you, Y/n. You’re all I want.”

Their synchronized moans as she grasped his dick and pushed herself down over him sounded in her room. It felt so good being connected to him. Being with him and having his hands on her hips and his eyes on her eyes. It was wrong and it was illicit but how could something so delicious and so intimate be bad ever?

“Fuck. Harry…” She gently rocked herself down, pushing him deeper inside, “Why are you so sweet? Gonna make me fall for you aren’t you?” She knew shouldn’t have said that but the things said just prior laid the groundwork for those sorts of thoughts to surface. Good or bad.

Probably bad.

Unfortunately.

Y/n rocked her hips over Harry and leaned down to lick the inked swallows at his clavicle. The whine that she felt vibrate from his chest as he pressed his fingers into her bottom was heavenly. She loved making him whine and whimper for her. She’d never had a lover that was so into her, so into everything she did. Whimpering could be seen as weak or vulnerable but Harry wasn’t worried about any of that. He was pliable and unguarded with her, yet he was so sure of himself at the same time. She didn’t think she’d ever get over the way they fit together so well and how easily they fell into their roles in bed.

But of course, the icing on the cake was how good of a lover he was. She needed to guide him a little but his enthusiasm and excitement outweighed any lack of experience he had. And his cock was something to be worshipped as well. So long and thick and he got so hard for her. She’d been with six men, seven counting Harry. None of them got as stiff and rigid for her as he did. Perhaps it was his age. Maybe he was just gifted in that department (he was certainly gifted with a nice cock) but her pussy was thriving when he was inside of her. He hit all her spots and then some.

When Harry slid one hand from her bottom up to the back of her neck and pushed her mouth to his she moaned his name and cupped his face as she continued fucking him with her tits pressed to his chest.

He kept his hand at the back of her neck as he licked into her mouth and began fucking up into her slowly, his other hand groping her bottom hard. He felt like his heart would give out he was so enamored and delirious for her. The way her pussy stretched over him and encased him with her creamy arousal, her breath, her skin, her moans… he just wanted to make her happy. Wanted to see her come and smile and laugh and have her attention on him. Wanted to be the one that made her do all those things. The only one.

Soft gasps and breaths, and squelches of wetness, and the sound of lips and tongues moving together filled the room.

The day was just getting started and Harry already had her on his cock. He was drunk on arousal and her. Her. She was what made it so hot. He thought that even if she didn’t want to have sex all day he’d be okay with it. Just to be able to see her smile and be near her would be enough. But she liked having sex with him, which blew his mind. She liked him. And he really liked her.

“Damn, baby…” she whispered over his puffy lips, “your cock is so fucking thick and hard. Can you feel that?”

Harry groaned and nodded, her lips moving against his still as he responded, “I feel it. How you’re wrapped around me so tight. You feel so good.”

Everything felt good. The worry of their future and all the things that surrounded them floated away into the ether when they were joined. Mouths connected, hearts beating together, fingers unable to find enough skin to touch…

“Yess… Mmm… it’s so tight because you’re so big, baby. Need you…” she gasped at his harsh hold on her bottom, the pads of his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved her over his shaft.

It was slow and soft and wet. Keeping their mouths together, tongues pressed and slipping along ridges of tastebuds and smooth teeth, chests rising and falling together, lazy but meaningful rocking and bumping and sliding in search of their first orgasm of the day was met with increasingly loud moans, faster movements, sharp inhales, pinched skin, mattress springs bouncing until they were finally met with the forceful and blurry-acute moment of coming together. Mouths paused and wide with gasps and moans and release. Ears ringing and hearts pounding and nipples hard.

Y/n collapsed her full weight over Harry’s chest and he smiled as he caught his breath. It was the first time they’d both come at the same time. Like they were delicately linked and in tune.

Sex with Y/n was heart-piercing. Knifelike into his body. Like she’d carved out a bit of him and fed on it. He’d offer it all to her if he knew he’d survive after.

Their late morning was lazy and spent barely dressed as they ate fruit and yogurt and leftovers from the dinner the night before.

“Let’s skinny dip!” Y/n grinned as she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. She hadn’t been wearing a bra (which Harry had already been painfully aware of) and was only left in her panties as she hurriedly dashed toward the back door to go outside to the pool.

Harry was caught off guard by her sudden playful behavior. He let out a loud laugh as he peeled his own t-shirt off and quickly followed behind her to the pool.

By the time he got outside, he caught an eyeful of Y/n’s nude figure jumping into the deep-end pool.

Looking around the yard he realized there was only one neighbor up the hill and far enough away that it would be unlikely they’d see anything. Unlikely. Not impossible. The yard was well. hidden with a tall privacy wall all around but being in the hills meant some houses were at different heights.

Harry motioned toward the home sat back and a handful of houses away, “Can’t they see right into the yard?” His dimpled grin gave away that he didn’t care all that much.

“Maybe. If they step out to that balcony and hone in on us right here. Don’t worry. I never see anyone in that house. I think it’s like a second home or something.”

Harry was already slipping his boxers off and kicking them aside before jumping in with Y/n.

And as was the norm when their clothes were off they were drawn together like magnets. Her arms were over his shoulders as Harry held her hips and pulled her in close so she had to wrap her legs around his middle. The weightlessness of the water allowed Harry to easily move with her through the water toward the edge of the pool as his hands moved down to her bottom.

“Have you ever had sex in a pool?” Harry asked with a brow raised.

“No, I haven’t.”  

Harry wasn’t sure she’d want to. He’d heard that pool sex wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Pornos made it look so fun and easy but he understood the physics of it. Water, despite being wet, is not a great lubricant. For sex. And getting enough friction and pressure to make the motions necessary was even harder.

Harry squinted his eyes as he looked down at his lover. One side of his mouth quirked up as he pinched her bottom and she yelped.

“Hey!” She laughed and then removed her arms from his shoulders, quickly lowering them to his bottom, and returning the favor with a pinch that was twice as hard.

Harry guffawed and attempted to swat at her bottom but the momentum to get a good spanking in was hindered by the density of the water.

They laughed at the failed motion. Y/n held him tightly as he moved them so his back was at the wall of the pool and she brought her arms between their bodies and put her palms over his chest.

Their laughter began to die and she recognized the way he was looking at her. He was famished. But of course he was. He’d gone all these years without giving in to having sex and now that he was getting it he was addicted. It would be impossible for him to be overfed. He only wanted more as if he was malnourished. And the poor thing, who was she to deny him? A cock like that and a heart of gold.

“Wanna take my pool sex virginity?” Y/n chuckled through her smile.

“Mmm… yeah? Heard pool sex sucked.”

Y/n shrugged and tilted her neck to the side as she kept her gaze on his, “Wouldn’t know. Haven’t ever done it. Can’t know til we try.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“And you’re already getting so hard for me. Might as well just give it a shot.” Y/n spoke softly as she swayed her hips against his, the water sloshing between their bodies.

Harry’s hands were cupping her bottom to hold her up. He squeezed her cheeks and licked his lips as he moved one hand inward, his long fingers reaching to find her labia and feeling the textural difference between the water and her arousal. He let out a puff of breath at how she was already wet and plunged his middle finger into her hole.

Y/n gripped his shoulder tight. Her eyes rounded and she gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“Yeah. Let’s give it a shot.” Harry spoke lowly as he brushed his lips over hers, “Just want to be good for you. Tell me what you want.”

She moaned and applied a sloppy kiss to his lips before parting to speak, “Finger me like that a little. Add another.”

Harry did as she said. Inserting his pointer and thrusting into her slowly, “Like that?”

“Yes. Yes, god,” she panted her words, “Such a good boy, Harry. Get me nice and opened up for you, baby.”

He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He loved it when she started to talk that way. He never realized he’d like being called a good boy. Or baby. It had never once occurred to him. But ever since the first time Y/n said it he couldn’t get it out of his head. He loved it. He loved everything she did and said. She scratched all of his itches. His heart and prick had been neglected for too long and she filled in all his spots and soothed all the crevices he didn’t even know existed.

With their mouths connected and Harry’s fingers stuffed deep inside Y/n’s cunt the water dripped and trickled with each movement. The sun was bright in the sky and the sound of passing cars could be heard. And even though the wall surrounding the yard was tall, they were not soundproof. Harry imagined, as Y/n panted and keened in response to his fingers, that if anyone were close enough they’d hear her.

He did his best to keep them steady under the water. Y/n’s tits were bobbing and wiggling from the force of his hand and the buoyancy of the water. Her thighs tightened around him as she leaned back slightly and smoothed her hand down his torso to his cock.

He was warm and swollen. Deliciously hard.

“Want this now,” she breathed as she cupped his tip. “Are you ready?”

Was he ready? He scoffed at the question. Was he ready? The answer was obvious. Harry was a healthy, 21-year-old man with a hard cock and a hot wet woman with her legs wrapped around him asking him if he was ready.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered politely, despite the impolite thoughts going through his mind.

Y/n reached over his shoulders and put her palms on the edge of the pool behind him to lift herself upward for him as he angled his hips toward hers.

Pulling her down over him was warm and satisfying. Still wet and tight but also weightless. The water changed their motions together.

Harry rolled his hips into her and pressed her down until he was in to the hilt. And once he began thrusting into her he realized quickly it was going to be quite the feat. Maybe impossible. But he gave it his all. Harry was nothing if not determined.

It felt good to have him inside of her but her clit would never get attention. Her hands were steadying herself at the edge of the pool and Harry needed both hands to move her up and down his shaft like he was.

The small waves they made broke in small splashes against the wall of the pool behind Harry’s back and between their bodies.

Suddenly Harry turned them so Y/n’s back was to the wall and pulled her legs tighter around him as he kept one arm around her and then brought a hand to slip between them, thumbing at her clit.

“You feel so perfect around me, Y/n. I can come like this but need you to come too. Tell me what you need,” he groaned his words with his cock deep inside of her, pressing into her slippery, tight walls.

“Keep rubbing me like that, Harry. Fuck…” She threw her head back and moaned.

Harry’s thrusts were uncoordinated. He wanted to fuck into her harder and deeper to give her what she needed but the water made it impossible. He was feeling incredible. His cock was being sucked in by her and she clamped down over him each time he rutted upward. He would easily come, as seemed to be the norm for him, but he needed her to come too.

He kissed her neck as he stroked her button and his head spun. He was way too close, knowing she wasn’t quite there yet he was doing his best to hold back. But it was difficult with the way she felt around him, her legs wrapped around his waist, the moans that fell from her mouth, the way the skin of her neck felt under his lips, their wet bodies moving together under the water…

“I’m gonna come. Want you to come, Y/n…” Harry whimpered against her neck.

“It’s okay. Come in me, baby.”

He did not want to come first. Not again.

Suddenly Harry was moving them toward the shallow end of the pool and gripping under her thighs tight as he slowly stepped out of the pool, ascending the steps to the patio and her back hit the sun chair as he hovered over her and drove himself back into her.

“Gonna make you come. Need you to come…” Harry whispered as he began to thrust harshly and she gasped. It was far better out of the pool. The friction, the momentum, the gravity.

Her mouth dropped open and she was rendered silent as he fucked into her with heavy thuds. She was jolted upward each time his hips met hers. The hot drag of his pelvis over her clit each time he rolled into her fed her orgasm little by little.

Harry had one foot planted on the ground and the other leg his knee was dug into the cushion of the chair giving him the perfect leverage to rail her deeply.

She grasped her thighs to hold her legs apart and out slightly bent at the knee, allowing him access to her cunt. Looking down between their bodies his abs were clenching on each plunge and his thick cock was drenched in her. Each time his hips slammed into hers she keened and stretched her neck.

“Need you to come, Y/n. Please. Please come for me…” Harry begged.

Lulling her head back into the cushion she planted her gaze on his and the look on his face was pure sex lined with desperation. His forehead was scrunched as he was holding back from coming too soon and it had her heart throbbing in her chest. This boy was going to ruin her in so many ways.

She tried speaking but her words came out in punches and huffs from his harsh rhythm, “Fuck! Yes… keep… doing that! Mmmm…”

That was a good sign, Harry figured. He bucked into her and squeezed his eyes closed to try and focus his mind on thoughts of school and cold pepperoni and Professor Matthews who had a huge mole on his neck. But her pussy felt phenomenal around him. He could feel her opening up for him on each plunge and the way he was fucking into her made her little moans come out in coughs and gasps.

He looked back down at her and her tits were bouncing from his punishing thrusts and her lips were wide open, revealing her pink tongue. The slick noises of his cock entering her repeatedly and the thud of skin all made everything so much hotter.

The spark that started off tiny the moment he began to fuck her out of the water grew and grew in her tummy. It unfurled and spread and suctioned onto her insides and her thighs and slipped up into her chest and she ached from how deep he reached until it popped and cracked and she was finally coming.

Harry could tell right away when her pussy began to spasm and clamp over him. He thrust and pressed in deep as he moaned her name and began to orgasm into her. He couldn’t hold it back another second when he felt her around him.

His cock pumped into her as his muscled thighs held him in as deep as possible.

Y/n gasped at how his cock throbbed and pushed into her guts, “Holy, shit!”

They laughed after they settled and Harry pulled out to a messy scene. His come dribbled out and onto the sun chair.

“It’s fine. We can remove the cushion covers and wash it,” she was still a little breathless and wobbly as she sat up and scooched to the side so Harry could lie down next to her and give his thighs a break from the intense workout they’d just endured.

Facing each other in silence on the lounge chair Y/n ran her fingers into his hair and he brushed his hands over her hips. She was feeling things she knew she shouldn’t. She pushed it down but knew those things would surface again eventually. It wasn’t good.

They were pulled from their sweet reverie when Y/n’s cell phone rang loudly.

She imagined it was Leo calling her like he said he would but when she lifted the phone up she noticed it was Marla instead, “Hello?

Y/n sat back down on the lounge chair right next to Harry and listened to her friend.

“I don’t think so. Not tonight, Marla. Plus Cyndee wasn’t feeling well­­–“

“We haven’t had girl’s night in weeks!” Marla interrupted, “Cyndee said she’s feeling just fine now. Come on. If you can’t go then there’s no reason for us to go. It’s gotta be all four of us.”

Y/n sighed as she turned and looked at Harry. He was still lying down with his eyes closed. Naked and handsome.

Girl’s night sounded fun but she didn’t want to leave him. Wanted to wrap him up in her arms and lay with him and get into deep conversations with him like they tended to do when they weren’t fucking. Wanted to talk about their hypothetical little vacation together. Wanted to talk about what they’d do together if they didn’t have to hide.

“You three can go. I’m just not up for it tonight. I’m sorry.”

Harry popped an eye open when he heard Y/n say that. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair and caught her eye as he whispered, “You can go if you want. It’s fine.”

She shook her head and frowned at him and mouthed the word NO.

Harry cocked his head and watched her as she continued to speak, “Next week. Okay? I promise.”

She watched Harry with a grin as he smirked at her and shook his head.

But then she sat up straight and her eyes widened, “Well, no but… I’m not ready. I just wanted to lay low tonight. No. Marla… please.” She let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head as she looked at Harry with concern on her face.

“Fuck. Fine. But just so you know Harry’s here right now. So, it’s not just us.”

Harry’s ears perked up again when he heard his name.

“What? No! I was just relaxing. God, Marla. Come on. You know better.”

Harry tilted his head and looked at her in question as she put her finger up to her mouth in warning, pressing the speaker button so he could hear, “I’m teasing but it is a little suspicious. You don’t want to go to girl’s night, Leo’s out of town and his gorgeous, adult son is with you right now. Just saying…”

“Stop. Come over but please don’t tease like that in front of him. He’s a nice boy. It’s not like that.”

Harry frowned as he looked down at Y/n. He wanted to be able to tell everyone what was going on. He wouldn’t but he wished he could.

When Y/n hung up she pulled at Harry’s hands and shifted to face him, “Girls are coming over. They’ll be here in an hour. I’m sorry. I wanted to just chill with you but…”

“It’s fine, Y/n. I won’t get in the way.”

Shaking her head she cupped his jaw, “Get in the way all you want. The girls like you. Won’t be able to kiss you in front of them or anything, but… no need to hide away in your room. We’ll probably swim and drink and they’ll crash here tonight. But just have fun with us.”

Harry’s smile widened and he pulled at her hips, “As long as I can sleep next to you I’ll be a happy camper.”

“Oh. You just want to sleep next to me? Nothing more?” She grinned.

“You know I would happily do anything you wanted, Y/n. But all I want is to be next to you. At the least. Is that okay?”

It was more than okay. They could sneak to bed together. His or hers. Didn’t matter.

When the girls arrived, all piled into Gina’s Volkswagon Y/n ran out to greet them. She’d cleaned up and gotten herself dressed while Harry finished up some homework.

Harry chugged a glass of water to calm himself before everyone came inside. He heard their voices before he saw them. Marla and Cyndee walked into the kitchen first, both greeting Harry like he was a little boy, “There he is! How are you so adorable?” Cyndee chirped as she leaned against the counter and grinned up at Harry.

He shrugged his shoulders and Y/n walked in with Gina, “Put your stuff away upstairs in whichever guest rooms you want ladies. I’ll put on some music and we can go out to the pool.”

When they’d all gone upstairs Y/n tugged at the t-shirt he’d pulled on before they arrived, “You all right?”

Harry nodded as he put his hands on her hips, “Yes. I’m fine. Guess we should change so we can swim. If you don’t mind me joining.”

“I want you to join. So do they. We’ll have fun.”

It was fun. There was wine and sparkling seltzers and sun and music. And Harry cut up watermelon and strawberries to share.

The girls made it clear how attractive they all found Harry and Cyndee did nothing to hide her sudden interest, “I didn’t realize he had tattoos all over like that. Does Leo have them too?”

Y/n snorted as she splashed her feet into the water. She had pulled herself out of the pool to sit at the edge as she watched Harry blush and try to ignore the way he was being ogled.

“Tattoos aren’t hereditary you know,” she teased, “but Leo does has a few. Not as many, though.” Y/n answered honestly.

“God. He’s so attractive. No wonder you didn’t want to leave him for Murphy’s.”

Y/n shoved at Cyndee, sending her floating backward into the water a bit. She drifted her way toward Harry as Gina sat down next to Y/n, putting her legs into the pool.

“Work has been fucked lately,” Gina spoke as she leaned in close to Y/n, “I hate my boss. If he pisses me off one more time I’m going…” Gina continued speaking as Y/n zoned out in favor of watching the way Cyndee flirted with Harry. Her hands in his hair and laughter falling from her chest loudly. Harry’s grin was shy as he looked up at Y/n quickly, almost as if to check in with her.

“Let’s dance! Come on, Harry! Show me your moves, baby!” Cyndee pulled at his arm and began walking toward the shallow end of the pool to bring him out. Harry followed and laughed as he shook his head. Cyndee led him to the tiled space around the pool and began to dance a little to the music. Harry’s appeared to be a bit embarrassed but he was a good sport as he lifted his arms and started to move to the rhythm at Cyndee’s urging.

“And then Tony went and told him that I got off early last Friday and I was like…” Gina continued speaking about work as Y/n nodded.

Cyndee reached up and put her hand over Harry’s pec and moved with him as she swung her hair around and laughed, “Like this,” she said as she pulled at his arm and placed his hand on her hip. Y/n sat up straight and cinched her brows together. She knew there was nothing to worry about but Cyndee was a big flirt. And she was hot. And Y/n didn’t enjoy the way Harry was looking down at her friend as he kept his hand at her hip.

Marla pulled herself out of the pool and sat on Y/n’s other side and began talking to Gina about her work. She was glad she didn't have to sit and listen and pay too much attention now that Marla was there.

The scene was pretty innocent at first. Cyndee was just having fun and Harry was getting into it slowly, though he continued to look over at Y/n occasionally.

When Cyndee lowered her hand down over the big butterfly tattoo she suddenly pulled him down and spoke something into his ear quietly. Harry’s eyes widened for a second and then he darted his gaze to Y/n before responding quietly to Cyndee.

Harry stood up to his full height to put distance between Cyndee’s mouth and his ear as they continued swaying. Cyndee turned to look at Y/n and grinned, “Of course, he’s got a girlfriend,” then she looked back up at Harry, putting her hand back over his chest, “But she’s not here now. Ever been with someone a little older?”

Y/n stood up quickly and walked toward them, feeling like she needed to intervene, “Leave him alone, Cyndee. He’s my stepson,” she gestured toward Harry and feigned composure.

“He knows I’m just teasing. Right, Harry?” She spoke as she looked at Harry.

He nodded and smiled as he looked at Y/n, but his eyes told her something more. He wasn’t going to call Cyndee out in front of everyone but she could see that Harry wanted to say more to her.

Y/n ordered pizza and salads as the sun went down and everyone sat on the lounge chairs near the pool. Harry shared the lounge chair with Y/n (the one they’d had sex on just hours earlier) and the music continued to play. Gina was still talking about her job and Marla was refilling her glass of wine as she plopped on the chair closest to the one Y/n and Harry were seated on. Cyndee was happily munching on pizza.

“Bet you eat pizza a lot don’t you, Harry?” Marla asked as she took a bite of her slice.

Harry nodded and laughed quietly, “Yeah I guess. Typical college food. I like nice meals, too, though. Some of my friends are pretty snobby.”

“I bet they are. All your friends are probably rich with Daddy’s money like you, huh?” Cyndee laughed as she spoke.

Harry’s smile fell from his face as he chewed his bite.

“Harry’s a very responsible young man. He’s never once acted like a spoiled brat just because his dad has money.” Y/n chimed in as she kept her eyes on Harry. She didn’t want anyone to think he was spoiled or rude. Harry had access to his dad’s money, but he was kind and genuine.

He smiled at Y/n as he swallowed his bite, “Mmm…” he looked at Cyndee, “Most of my friends are at school on scholarship or worked hard for what they have. So no. I wouldn’t say they’re rich with their parent’s money.”

Cyndee nodded and Y/n could tell that she regretted what she’d said. She was good at putting her foot in her mouth at times.

Harry reached out a hand and stopped short of touching Y/n’s knee with the tips of his fingers, “Can I talk to you? Just inside real quick.”

Y/n followed Harry into the back of the house and they entered the hallway next to the kitchen. Harry kept his voice down as he spoke and placed his hand on the wall next to Y/n’s shoulder, “I know she’s just flirting and being funny but she did mention that she saw how I was looking at you. I guess I wasn’t being careful but she brought it up twice. I just wanted you to know. I’m trying so hard to be good.” He licked his lips and used his free hand to pluck at the spandex of her bikini bottom at her hip, “It’s really hard.”

Y/n smoothed her hands up his chest and pulled him down to kiss. She’d been wanting to press her lips onto his for half of the night. Their hot little make-out session was cut short when Y/n begrudgingly peeled herself away from him, “I know. It’s hard for me too. Just be good until everyone’s in bed. Okay?” She cupped his jaw and grinned up at him.

Harry nudged his nose against hers, not wanting her to pull away just yet, feeling her breath against his skin, “Yes, ma’am.”

But everyone didn’t go to bed for what felt like way too long. Marla and Gina continued dancing and Cyndee urged Harry and Y/n into the pool as she uncorked another bottle of wine.

And when Cyndee’s bikini top was peeled off and tossed at Harry as she laughed and raised her arms overhead, “Come on, Y/n! Let’s see those perfect tits! I just know Harry’s dying to see them!”

Of course, at that moment Gina and Marla stopped dancing to gawk at the scene. Y/n felt herself flush and Harry began to back away toward the edge of the pool to put distance between him and the tipsy topless woman.

“No, Cyndee. He’s not dying to see me. Just…” she sighed as she bounced in the water toward Cyndee’s bikini top to hand it back, “put it back on. I don’t need him telling Leo about his stepmom’s horny friends.”

 Normally Cyndee’s antics wouldn’t have Y/n so bothered. But when it directly involved Harry in this way she couldn’t let it continue. She felt she had a duty to protect him in some way.

“Fiiine!” Cyndee spoke loudly. Everyone could see she was a bit drunk, “Sorry, Harry. Just a horny friend here. But you want to see Y/n’s tits. I can tell. She’s hot, isn’t she? Body like that.”

“Stop it, Cyndee!” Y/n spoke clearly, “I think it’s time for us to go inside.”

When the music was shut off and everyone was wrapped in towels inside (and Cyndee’s top was back on) Y/n brought out a pitcher of water for everyone to drink and packed the leftover pizza away into the fridge.

“Cyndee is really having a time teasing Harry isn’t she?” Gina spoke as they walked from the kitchen to the living room.

Y/n nodded, “She’s a little drunk. I know she’s just having fun.”

Gina grasped Y/n’s elbow to stop her movements, “But she’s not wrong about the way Harry’s looking at you. Be careful. I know nothing would ever happen but that boy’s got puppy dog eyes that are following you around any time you make a move. Even now. Look.”

Y/n looked from Gina into the living room where Harry was seated in the corner and his eyes were already on hers. He was shit at hiding his feelings. This was going to be a lot harder to keep secret than they originally thought.

“Uh… water?” Y/n spoke as she pulled herself from Gina’s grip. She wasn’t even going to address what was said. It was best to pretend she hadn’t heard it, “I’ve got juice too if you want.” She placed the pitcher down on the coffee table and smiled innocently at everyone.

But she was far from innocent. She was a terrible person who’d taken her stepson’s virginity and had him in her bed all morning with his cock inside of her cunt. She was far from innocent when she couldn’t stop imagining what she was going to do to him the moment the door was closed and locked and her friends were in their prospective rooms for the night. Far from innocent when her stepson was the only person she wanted to share her bed with.

Her tummy swirled with arousal just looking at him. And every time their eyes met it was as if they were having an entire conversation in silence amongst her friends. His longing looks, almost as if to say please, and her heated gaze that dined on his want on his sweetness.

“So Harry. This girlfriend... What’s she doing tonight? Why aren’t you hanging out with her? When I was your age I never wanted to be away from my boyfriend.” Marla pried.

Harry looked at Y/n softly and all he could think to himself was that she was his girlfriend, even though she wasn’t and never would be. He turned his head and looked to Marla, “Uh… she was busy. So I came here to just chill. Swim a bit.” He shrugged as he sipped his water.

“And check out hot stepmom,” Cyndee laughed and then slapped her palm over her mouth, “Sorry. Sorry.”

Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, “You should be sorry. You’re embarrassing him.”

Harry laughed and shook his head, “Nah. It’s fine. I’m not embarrassed. I know she’s just joking.”

But she wasn’t joking. Cyndee had seen Harry watching Y/n. Had seen how he would follow her every move. Would pay close attention as she spoke and how he barely even glanced at any of the other ladies. And they were all pretty, especially dawning bikinis. Especially with the way Cyndee had been flirting with him. Harry hardly responded to her teases, though. Instead, he kept finding Y/n and looking at her for permission or to check-in. Kind of like what lovers do when they’re in a crowded room talking to other people and glancing at one another knowingly. But what really had Cyndee thinking there was more there was when she watched Harry put his hand on the back of Y/n’s thigh when no one was paying attention and the way that Y/n casually turned and looked up at him as if the touch had been welcomed. As if he'd touched her in that way before. It wasn’t much. It might have been nothing. But Cyndee was observant. Annoying sure. Tipsy definitely. But certainly observant.

When the ladies had tucked themselves away in their rooms and Y/n had brushed her teeth and pulled on her tank top and night shorts she shut her bedroom door behind her before quietly making her way to Harry’s room.

One knock on the door signaled her arrival and Harry opened up and pulled her inside with a broad grin and adorable dimples.

They acted as if they hadn’t seen one another in weeks, yet they’d been together all day. The newness and excitement of everything had them desperate for more and more and more.

And it was dangerous and wrong. Risky. There were three other nosy women in the house and here Y/n was urging Harry to stick his cock deeper down her throat as she gagged and coughed.

“Sorry! You okay?” Harry spoke breathlessly, pulling her off of him. He was spread out on his bed with his stepmom between his legs and strings of saliva dripping from her lips with watery eyes.

She smiled fondly and nodded, “So good. Love giving you blow jobs, Harry,” she said as she wrapped her palm around his thick shaft and slid it up and down, “Your cock fits so good in my throat.”

Harry breathed out a laugh and shook his head, “You’re straight out of a porno, Y/n. But even better cause you’re actually pretty.”

When he sat up and pulled her by her ankles and tore her shorts down her legs she gasped at the quick position change as he put his mouth over her cunt. She had to keep it down because she knew someone might hear.

Her slick center was licked and kissed on until her moans became too loud to keep down. She sat up and pushed at Harry’s forehead as she panted her words, “We can’t. I’m too loud.”

Harry pouted as he shifted and sat up. His cock was still hard and leaking as he hadn’t come yet. Neither of them had. They were both on edge. Dripping, aching, throbbing.

“What do you mean?”

Y/n grinned and lifted her hand to his face, “So sweet. Don’t worry. We can still come. Just… I’m too loud if my mouth isn’t covered. You’re much better at keeping the volume down than I am. Gonna lay flat on my tummy and have you push my face into the blankets to keep me quiet. And then we can both get what we want.”

Harry blinked and cinched his brows together, “I don’t want to hurt you, though. That doesn’t sound comfortable.”

“You won’t hurt me. Just want you to fuck me into the mattress so we can both come. If you prefer you can just put your hand over my mouth when I start getting too loud instead.”

Harry grinned and let his palms travel from her hips up to her soft breasts and leaned in to kiss her nipples. The kiss turned into him pulling at her buds and nipping the slightest before sucking them into his mouth.

She moaned softly and put her hands into his hair. He had been giving her tits a lot of attention. She loved it.

They both shifted on the bed as Harry dug his face in closer and looked up at her with her nipple in his mouth. Lewd.

“Oooh, baby. That’s enough for now. I’m aching for you.” She whispered as Harry sat up and replaced his mouth with his hands at her breasts, “Now, be a good boy and fuck me into the mattress like I told you to.”

Harry’s smirk was mischievous as he gripped her hips and flipped her to her tummy. A squeal fell from her lips as she bounced over his comforter and laughed.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll get right to it.” He spoke into her ear as he positioned himself over her.

First, she felt his hands on her bottom, spreading her for his access, and then she felt his warm cock fitting through her folds before he nudged his smooth, swollen mushroom tip into her cunt slowly.

She gasped and turned her face into his blankets and reached back so she could pull at her cheeks for him.

Harry’s thighs were spread, caging her in as her own thighs were pushed together between his. It was tight and he had to work himself in with a bit of force to bottom out. But once he got going the bed was bouncing from his effortful momentum.

He did his best to keep quiet. He panted and let out small groans as Y/n moaned and cooed into the bed with muffled restraint.

“Fuck, m’gonna come!” Harry stopped driving into her, stilling his hips for a moment as Y/n let go of one side of her bottom and brought her hand underneath herself to finger her wet clit.

She turned her head and spoke in a whisper, “Come inside of me, baby. I’m gonna come too. I’m right there. Cover my mouth.”

Harry leaned over her and gently placed his big palm over her lips with his thumb cradling her cheekbone. She was already shaking and her hips were stuttering as she rubbed her clit with perfect pressure. The shift in position with Harry leaning over her stuffed him deeper yet and she felt his cock poking through her walls, pushing her apart from the insides.

Harry groaned when he felt her tighten around him and he gasped as his own orgasm began to pour out of him. Suddenly he was crashing his hips into hers with a punishing methodic thud and his bed creaked and bounced under them. Harry bit his lip to keep quiet but the sound of wet skin smacking and sticking and deep breaths and palm-muffled screeches from Y/n was anything but quiet in the sleepy, silent house.

But at least they both got to come.

When the bed stilled and their breaths calmed he finally pulled himself out of her and grasped her bottom to watch his warm sperm slowly ooze from her cunt. Shiny and slippery and scandalous. And that was just part of the fun of it all. The scandal. The secrecy.

He kissed her bottom and then licked upward from her weepy hole to her anus and she laughed, “You’re so debauched Harry,” she whispered as they both slowly got up to use his bathroom and clean themselves before finally wrapping themselves up in one another falling asleep.

When Y/n woke up just as the sun began to peek over the horizon she kissed Harry’s jaw and whispered, “I have to go back to my bed, Harry.” She let her hand drag over his chest as he slowly stirred and adjusted his head into the pillow so he could see her.

“Mmm… Don’t leave yet. Stay just a little longer. Please?” He lazily wrapped his arms around her and sighed, “Need you.”

Y/n pressed her face into his neck and felt his warmth take over her insides. She had been so long without those butterflies, that feeling of being wanted, that feeling of wanting. She didn’t want to leave his bed. Leave his arms. But Marla was an early riser and Cyndee and Gina had been on to them. She couldn’t risk it.

“Harry…” she spoke softly and pressed her lips to his neck, “I have to. They’ll be leaving together in a few hours and we’ll have the whole day together. Just you and me. I promise.”

He reluctantly loosened his arms as she slid out of his bed and tiptoed her way back to her room.

But as she turned the corner toward her room she realized her bedroom door was open. Stopping short she looked down over her body. She was wearing night shorts and a tank top with no bra. Bare feet. Everything appeared normal but the problem was she hadn’t been in her room all night and if her door was open that meant that either someone was in there or someone had been in there and noticed her absence.

Peeking around the door frame she jumped back when she realized Marla was there. Lying on her bed. Marla looked to be asleep but she couldn’t be sure. She stepped back and leaned into the wall next to the door and took a deep breath. Perhaps she could just go downstairs and say she’d slept on the couch. Yes. That’s what she’d do. Quickly moving past the doorway so she wouldn’t get spotted she heard Marla call her name.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

“Y/n. I know you heard me. Come here please.” It sounded like the voice of her mother about to scold her.

Closing her eyes, she stepped backward and into the doorway. She’d been caught. Maybe. Probably. Certainly.

“Come sit down,” Marla patted the bed as Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her best friend in shame. Regret. “Sit, please. I’m not going to say anything to anyone. You know I won’t. I just think we should talk.”

Closing the door before padding her way slowly across the room toward Marla she felt like she was about to explode with embarrassment. Shame. She knew that look on Marla’s face. It was like pity but soaked with love and understanding. Marla was her best friend for a reason after all.

“I don’t know what to say,” she sat down and looked at her fingers as she began, “But… yeah I don’t know.”

Marla took Y/n’s hand, “You and Harry, then. How did that happen?”

Looking at her friend she shrugged and shook her head, “I don’t know. We both found each other attractive and… I don’t know. It just happened.”

Nodding, Marla spoke quietly, “And you’re lonely. I’ve seen that for a while. But… Harry?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s bad. I resisted. I turned him down and then he got drunk— you know that night at his birthday party, and he came to my room. It’s a long story but the following morning Leo was gone and it was just me and Harry and it felt good to be with him. Felt really good. He’s… I like him a lot. And it’s such a bad idea. I know.”

“Yes. It’s a bad idea. I mean, it’s just something for fun, right?” Marla squeezed her hand, “I know you’re allowed to sleep with other people but this? If Leo found out he’d flip out. Yeah?”

Y/n nodded and looked down at her lap, “He would divorce me I’m sure. It would be terrible. And poor Harry too,” she glanced at Marla and squished her brows together, “How did… how did you know? You just assumed because I wasn’t in here?”

Marla huffed a small breath from her nose and shook her head, “I heard. Thought he was listening to porn quietly at first and… I’m so fucking nosy, I’m sorry for that, but I couldn’t help myself when I walked to his door and listened closer. I knew what was going on in there wasn’t just porn playing on a laptop. So I went to your room,” Marla paused and looked at Y/n with sorrowful eyes, “I had a feeling it was you in there. I just… had this… gut feeling. I didn’t think he'd go for Cyndee and Gina’s, well Gina, so I knew it wasn’t her.”

The realization was sobering. Her best friend knew it was her before she even really knew. Was it a character flaw? How had she been so careless, “You knew? But why?”

“Because I see things, Y/n. You danced with him on our last girl’s night and that was not the kind of dancing a stepmom and a stepson do together. How long has this been going on anyway?”

Y/n nodded, “Like I said. The night of his birthday party was kind of when it started. Well, the morning after technically. The night at the bar was when I started to look at him differently. He kissed me in my room the day of his party and I rejected him but then… anyway,” she sighed and let go of Marla’s hand to put her face in her palms. It was a disaster.

Her best friend’s hand rubbed up and down her back, “Look. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna say anything to anyone but you can talk to me. I’ll tell you the honest truth but I’m not going to rat you out or hate you for this.”

It felt good to say something to someone. Though she hadn’t intended on anyone ever learning of her secret, she’d been too careless with three perceptive women in the house. Women were far more observant and cunning than men. Leo would probably never think to notice anything between Harry and Y/n. She hoped.

And what was meant to be a very easy affair to hide was suddenly an affair that a third person knew about. Y/n trusted Marla completely but now she needed to tell Harry that she knew too. And if Y/n had someone to confide in and talk to she knew Harry would probably want one too. That was only fair. But that was dangerous. Letting more people in on their little secret.

When the girls left a couple of hours after Marla confronted Y/n, Harry was sitting at the kitchen island with a mug of coffee looking at his laptop. He’d noticed the way Marla was acting. He picked up on something but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“Everything okay with them?” He asked as Y/n sat next to him with her own mug of coffee.

“What do you mean?”

Harry shrugged, “Marla was… extra… I don’t know. Just something seemed a little different about how she treated me.”

Y/n nodded and took a breath as she blinked her eyes and looked into her porcelain mug, “She knows.”

Harry’s body language suddenly tightened as he turned his neck abruptly and grasped Y/n’s knee, “What? What do you mean? Did you tell her?”

Looking up at the handsome boy she shook her head and put her hand over his, “She heard us, Harry. We weren’t careful and she overheard and went to my room and… well so she asked me this morning and how could I lie about it? I’m sorry.”

Harry wasn’t sorry. He was of two minds about the affair. The part at the forefront was that he wanted to keep everything on the down low so he could continue being with Y/n for as long as possible. But the other part, that was nearly beginning to flank the one at the forefront, was that if people did find out then slowly and eventually his dad would, and then he’d divorce Y/n and Harry would be there for her and they could finally be together happily and openly. He knew in the second scenario that it wouldn’t be that simple but at least in the end of that fantasy he got to have her. So was it so bad that someone knew? Harry didn’t think it was.

Harry pulled at her hand and linked his fingers between hers as he looked at her and spoke, “Don’t be sorry. We can trust Marla. Right? And besides it probably is good to have someone to tell.”

Y/n nodded, “Yeah. I guess. And I’d understand if you wanted to confide in someone other than me. That’s what’s fair.”

Nodding his head he lifted her knuckles to his soft lips and kissed each one, keeping his fingers weaved in between hers, “We’ll see. Are you okay?”

She appreciated how thoughtful he was. How sweet.

“I’m okay. It was just a shock when she confronted me. I think we’re okay. But we just have to be really careful. Like… if someone’s in the house at all we can’t —”

“That’s fine. I’m okay with that. We’ll be careful,” Harry assured her as he grinned and released her hand, pulling at her hips to spin her on the stool to face him, “We’re fine.”

Y/n wasn’t sure how he did it. How he could make her feel so secure and content. She found it wild that she found comfort in the arms of a 21-year-old man. A college boy. But he was convincing and confident and that bled out onto her own psyche. She nodded and smiled, “We’re fine.”

They made breakfast together in the kitchen. It wasn’t anything elaborate. Eggs with biscuits and fruit and more coffee. Harry was mostly useless in the kitchen. He chopped fruit and turned on the oven and made another pot of coffee. But it was still nice having his company. Despite how distracting he was.

“I’m going to burn the eggs!” Y/n giggled as Harry stuffed his face into her neck, his scruff scratching her skin and he laughed with her, his arms around her front as he stood behind her, chest pressed into her back. She couldn’t be mad at him. He was playful and couldn’t keep his hands off of her but she loved it. She loved little moments like this in all her past relationships. She didn’t have much of that with Leo.

Her heart only swelled at each passing minute with him. He was too perfect. Except for the few minor details of him being only 21 and that he was her stepson.

“I was thinking about Spring break the other day. And I was invited to come along with you and Dad to Greece. Said I could invite a friend if I wanted. Would that be weird if I came?”

Y/n pursed her lips to the side and took his empty plate as she considered the idea. She knew Harry had been invited, but that was before they’d gotten involved. And now that they were having a secret affair, having him along on the Greece vacation sounded like more of a disaster than a dream. How would they sneak away to see each other? How would Harry feel if Leo wanted to be sweet with Y/n? Usually, vacations with Leo meant that he was a little less stressed and a little more affectionate (a little more). It also meant he wanted to have sex with her more often.

“It would be hard. I think. Like… it’s for two whole weeks and you and I would have to pretend to be normal. How do you feel about it?”

Harry sighed, “That’s what I’ve been thinking about. I’m… trying to figure out if I can handle it. And I know this,” he gestured between them, “is just temporary. But I’d be jealous I think. Seeing you and my dad together. Plus… I don’t even want to go there in my mind but you’ll be in bed with him and not me. I don’t know. It would be weird right?”

Nodding her head she leaned on the island next to where he was seated and pushed the hair from his forehead with her fingers, “I wouldn’t want to make you jealous. Or hurt you. I don’t want that. But it would be nice for you to be there. It’s just too bad the circumstances make this… not ideal. Do you want to come?”

Harry looked at Y/n and frowned as he thought about that question in earnest, “I did. Invited Tyler to come. We’ve already started making plans for it. Sort of. But now… I think I’d just be a depressed mess the whole time. No one would know what was wrong with me except you. I don’t want to drag you down either. I probably shouldn’t go.”

Y/n pushed his legs apart and fit her hips in between them before draping her arms over his shoulder, “I’m leaving that decision up to you. It’s over a month away anyway. There’s still time to think about it.”

He nodded and, “I’ll weigh it out. We’ll see if Tyler can really go or not. He said yes at first but then he was talking about his job and I don’t know. I’ll decide soon.”

“Let’s go shopping. I need to get some groceries and I think it would be nice for us to walk around the plaza a bit. Get some air. Do something other than have sex,” she giggled as Harry pinched the back of her love handles with a grin.

“You want to go out? With me?”

She shrugged, “Why not? LA’s so big it’s unlikely anyone would see us and even if they did there’s nothing wrong with an outing with my stepson is there?”

Harry shook his head and breathed out a laugh through his nostrils, “Guess not. But that means you’ll probably put that stupidly massive ring on your finger that I loathe.”

She’d taken her wedding ring off with Harry around. When the girls came for the night it was still off but her excuse was that she was swimming and didn’t want to lose it in the pool (which was a believable reason).

“Maybe. I don’t know. Think I’ll leave it off actually.”

.           .           .

Getting out of the house with Harry was a needed reprieve. Her mind was swelling with his attention (physical and mental) and the change of scenery was refreshing.

And Y/n was right. They didn’t see anyone they knew. They walked along the streets that took them through the shops and the cafes at The Grove. Harry kept bumping his hip to hers and grazing his fingers along her arm. He didn’t want to do anything too obvious (like hold hands or make out in front of everyone, well, okay he did want to but he couldn’t) just in case there was someone that recognized them. But he did allow himself to subtly flirt with her. Remind her of who she was with. Keep her attention on him.

And that wasn’t a problem. She knew exactly who she was with. She was enjoying his company. A lot. They’d slowly started to get to know one another since they began their lurid tryst and she found him to be very fun and easy to talk to. She’d always liked him before and enjoyed his company, but now she really liked him. Really liked him. And that was a shame.

They stopped at the Diamond Bakery and picked up carby sweets and bread to take home, each getting a big pretzel and coffee in paper cups to go. When Harry ordered his Shappy everything bagel Y/n let out a surprised little laugh. Because that was her order. She always picked up the everything bagel, dry, with a black coffee.

“Are you kidding me? How do you know about the Shappy everything bagel?” She spoke after ordering for herself.

“Everyone knows about it, dummy. You’re not the only person in LA who comes here. This is like legendary Jewish bakery fair at its finest my dear.”

Y/n scoffed, “Yeah, but you’re getting it dry like I do. And most people order the original, not the everything.”

It wasn’t too wild of a coincidence really, but all the tiny coincidences added up. Like that Harry and Y/n both used the same Shu Uemura shampoo and conditioner or that they both had a tattoo of a palm tree on the back of their right arm in very similar spots, and that they both used the same Tom Ford cologne.

None of those coincidences were something to put much weight to on their own. But they kept finding things about one another, preferences really, that were the same.

Sitting down in the park on a bench and eating their bagels and drinking their coffee felt so natural. Normal. They chatted about a movie Y/n had seen with Marla the week earlier and then they got onto the subject of Harry’s friend Jay and Murphy’s Lounge. Which led to them reminiscing about that night.

“I didn’t expect to see you there. Couldn’t believe it when I saw you at the bar. Nearly fell out of my chair,” Harry laughed and ripped a bite off his pretzel.

Y/n leaned back into the bench seat and crossed her leg toward Harry, “You did not almost fall off your chair! I saw you casually nod to me and say something to Jay and then you sauntered over to me and Marla with that smirk you wear so well.” Her eyes glistened as she licked her lips and watched the young man chew the bite he’d just taken, jaw grinding and clenching.

“Smirk? Probably just trying to keep my grin in control. I was happy to see you.” He laughed.

“You surprised me with your hair. I had no idea you’d gotten it cut. Also surprised me you didn’t go enjoy yourself and dance with one of the many girls trying to get your attention,” Y/n swung her leg gently and let her foot tap Harry’s shin as she spoke.

He crumpled up the paper wrapper and stuffed it into the bag when he’d finished his last bite and put his arm along the bench behind Y/n’s back, “Didn’t want to dance with anyone but you.”

Y/n playfully smacked his thigh, “Yeah right.”

Harry kept the grin on his face as he tilted his head looking at her like she was crazy, “What do you mean yeah right? It’s quite obvious I have the hots for you. Or was all the sex not enough of a hint?”

A loud bubble of laughter fell from her lips as she looked up at the man. He was sitting a bit closer to her than they had been when they first sat down and she liked it.

“Okay. Fine. So you had it all planned all along? You were gonna play coy and make me ask you to dance and then start dirty dancing with me on the dance floor in front of dozens of other people?”

Harry looked down at his lap and then back into her eyes as he pulled a bit of the ends of her hair that fell over his hand on the back of the bench, “I had no idea that was going to happen. But I always found you attractive.”

Y/n could feel the way he was tugging at her strands, the action hidden from view of anyone around, and how it pricked softy at the skin at the nape of her neck. That, in turn, sent an icy trickle of heat down her back. Or maybe it was his bright eyes locked on hers. Or both. He was easily the smoothest flirt she’d ever met. It was so smooth because it was so subtle but at the same time, he made it crystal clear what he was doing.

“Yeah? Had no idea. I thought you were cute when I first met you. The long hair, tattoos… Thought you were kind of a bad boy or something before I got to know you.”

Harry chuckled, “Kind of miss the bad boy look. But I’ve never been much for getting into trouble. I’m like, more of a good boy. As you know.” He licked his lips and kept his eyes on her, a straight face.

She felt her cheeks flush and the icy heat down her back started to burn as his fingers grasped a bit more of her hair and his fingertips brushed against her neck.

She’d forgotten about her coffee and her half-finished bagel as her heart began to trollop a little harder. She laughed in disbelief as she watched him slowly crack a grin, “Right? I’m a good boy, aren’t I? S’what you’ve been telling me lately anyway.”

Harry was so close she could smell the coffee on his breath as he spoke. She wanted to lean in and kiss his raspberry-tinted lips just to feel them right then and there. Just a peck. A show of affection. She wanted to pull his hand into her lap and link their fingers and stare at his features in the late afternoon light and then walk with him hand in hand to the farmer's market without worrying that anyone would see or care.

She grinned at him with a nod, “Yes. A very good boy, Harry.”

He could see the heat in her eyes. Could tell that he was working his way under her skin just like she had done to him. “Wish I could kiss you.”

Y/n licked her lips and raised her brows subtly at the suggestion, “So do I.”

Harry’s fingers combed through her hair at the back of her head before returning his fingertips to her neck, nails scraping lightly at her skin. She leaned into his touch and found that she was unable to remove her gaze from his.

“We’re sat too close aren’t we?” He asked, making no attempt to move himself away to a safe distance.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

Instead of moving away, Harry brought his free arm across his body and let his fingertips ghost over her knuckles, “I should definitely scooch away so no one gets any ideas.”

Y/n looked down at her hand and Harry’s and lifted her fingers into his, “Probably,” she spoke quietly as she looked back up at him.

“But what if I didn’t?”

The sound of a child screaming caught their attention and they both turned to watch a little boy run past and into the grass toward a bird. The child’s guardian running after them.

When they both looked back at one another they laughed, “We should go to the farmer’s market before the stalls are all closed up. Can get some veggies and fruit for dinner tonight.”

Harry insisted on carrying all the bags, including Y/n’s purse as they walked back to her car.

“Probably went overboard on the strawberries but they looked so good,” she said, taking one of the bags from him and loading it into her trunk. “We could make smoothies tomorrow. I know we won’t be able to go through all of them before you leave.”

Harry paused for a moment at her words. He realized that their time together was fleeting. He’d be leaving to go back to his dorm tomorrow night or Monday morning, depending on how things played out. Depending on if she was okay that he stayed until Monday.

“Yeah. Smoothies sound good,” he smiled and closed her trunk.

In her car, Harry was free to put his hand on her lap and she was free to fold her fingers in between his. She leaned across the console and kissed him deeply before they drove off, leaving him breathless.

Y/n couldn’t believe this was her life. She couldn’t believe that she was married to a super-rich and influential man and given everything she could want (monetarily) and that she was fucking her husband's son. Couldn’t believe that she was developing deep feelings so fast for a guy in college who was 6 and a half years younger than her. Feelings for her stepson. It was insane. She never would have imagined this for herself.

Yet here she was taking his cock as she was leaned over the kitchen island. She wouldn’t have ever expected to be the type to get so wound up from any man that she couldn’t even put away groceries before she was being fucked.

But that’s just what happened. She opened the door and turned to let Harry in with his arms full of bags. She teased him that he was trying to show off and that he was only doing it to get on her good side.

“Did it work?” He smirked as he placed the bags down on the counter and stood over her, caging her against the island and rubbing his nose against hers.

“Huh?” She’d lost her train of thought almost immediately when he crowded her space and pressed his hips to hers.

He laughed and kisses her jaw, “Did I get on your good side? Made you happy?”

She felt his warm lips on her neck before she could answer and the moment he found her sweet spot she melted completely. He was already catching on to what she liked. What she loved. He knew pressing his lips to her neck at her pulse point and licking over the spot before sucking lightly was like turning on a switch.

Her hands smoothed up the expanse of his back, his wide, strong lats as she stretched her neck out for him, “You make me happy. Yes.” She panted her words.

Harry grinned into her neck as he continued kissing over her soft spot. Making her weaker for him by the second.

“Oh god, Harry…” breathy words turned into a moan as she shifted her hips toward his gently.

And somehow she found herself turned around, bent at the waist, leaned over the marble island with her panties down around her ankles as Harry’s cock was slipping into her cunt deliciously. The way he pulled out to his crown and thrust back in balls deep slowly, over and over again was driving her nuts. To feel his long and thick cock parting her pussy from tip to hilt was unrivaled. She had never been fucked with such enthusiasm ever in her life. Harry was full of enthusiasm and he was thankful to be on the receiving end of it.

She kept her left arm on the countertop to steady herself as she used her right hand to finger her clit.

“Can feel your fingers on my balls, Y/n. Fuck… I’m gonna fill you up so deep, get it all the way in there.” He punctuated his words with each inward plunge as his tip reached into her guts.

“Fuck, yes, Harry! Come inside of me. Wanna milk every drop from you.”

Harry choked out an astonished laugh, “Yeah? Every drop? You’re greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes...” she groaned. “Greedy for your cock and all your come.”

The sun was going down and they hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights when they stepped into the kitchen so the shadows were beginning to spread into the space slowly as the light from outside seeped away. Their bodies kissing each time Harry pressed in with wet slushy sounds coming from them.

She rested her face into the crook of her left arm. Harry had his right hand gripping the counter as his left stayed at her hip. He was breathing hard at the exertion but his cock was throbbing inside of her.

“Making me so wet, Harry. Your cock is so good. Gonna make me come…” Her words were mumbled into her arm but Harry heard her well and making her come was his goal.

Their bodies thudded together in the golden light of sundown, the shadows hiding their infidelities as they both came. The moment he felt her flutter around him and she moaned loudly, babbling “yes yes yes yes yes…” he drove into her a small handful of times before finally draining his come inside of her guts. He gasped and bent his knees the slightest to hold himself steady as he pressed in, tucking his balls against her.

Leaning over her back he kissed her shoulder blade and then her neck before whispering into her ear, “Get what you wanted?”

Her mind was still loopy and buzzing as she opened her eyes, “What?”

He pressed his chest to her back and kissed her lobe as he gently moved his hips into her, “Said you were greedy for my cock and my come. Just making sure you got what you wanted.” He teased.

A smile that lifted the edges of her mouth took over her face, “Mhmm… So good, Harry. The best actually. You gave me just what I wanted.”

Harry closed his eyes, keeping his lips at her neck. The best actually. He’d take those words with him through the week.

Music and dinner, flirting and more sex. Slower and softer. The TV show they’d been watching was just a placeholder. Background noise.

Y/n straddled him and hung onto his shoulders and fucked him deep inside of her. She barely moved off of him as she shifted and ground herself over him. They went from staring at one another and panting praises and dirty words to wet tongues and lips moving and pressing together.

Harry’s feet were flat on the floor as he held onto her bottom. Spreading his legs a bit to get leverage he began to roll his hips upward into her and she gasped at how deep he felt.

“I’m the best ever? Is that true, Y/n?” He spoke as he watched her face scrunch up in ecstasy, his thighs working hard to keep pace as he fucked into her.

“Yes, you... You’re so good, Harry. Never gonna want anyone else…” She moaned.

“Fuck… That makes me feel so good,” he pushed his mouth to hers as he groaned and basked in how it felt to have Y/n riding him. How good she felt. How much he liked her. “M’never gonna want anyone else either. I’m fucked for you.”

They were speaking in the heat of the moment. Of course, lust had crowded their senses and their sanity. Those things should have never been spoken but it was too late. And even though lust had guided their discretion it was all true. Heat of the moment or not.

“Harry, I’m fucked for you. Need you every day.” She was so close and she knew better. She might have been on the verge of her orgasm but she still knew better. It wasn’t that she was leading him on, because what she said was the truth. But it was more that she shouldn’t say things like that when they couldn’t be.

When their mouths collided again, the connection of their hot centers and wet mouths was all too much. Bodies pressed together, beating, throbbing, shaking, fusing, melting…  

They both came with moans mixing into their mouths, skin slipping together and pulsing pleasure dripping and releasing.

Gasps fell from their chests when they parted from the kiss as their bodies slowly caught air and their brains sobered up. But it was Y/n’s phone ringing that sobered them up even faster. Caught them before they started admitting more reckless things to one another. Things that were dangerous and foolish. Words that couldn’t be taken back.

With Harry still inside of her, she reached to the arm of the couch and plucked her phone up. It was Leo. He hadn’t called her on Friday to check in with her like he said he would, but she’d been a bit too occupied to notice or even care.

“Hi, hon. How’s it going?”

Harry watched her face as Y/n listened to his dad speak, looking at Harry with her pretty eyes.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was busy yesterday anyway. The girls came over here last night instead of us going out. Was really fun.”

The sound of the TV on in the background drowned out anything Harry might have been able to hear from the phone.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. That’s okay. Who did you say it was with?” She shot her gaze toward the front of the living room and then back to Harry, “No. I’m sure I’ve never met her.”

Harry brushed his thumbs over her naked thighs as he kept his attention on her. It felt strange knowing his cock was inside of his stepmother while she was on the phone with his dad.

“Right… Well, it sounds like fun. I’d be happy to go.”

When she got off the phone she slowly leaned forward into Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder, “Forgot Valentine’s Day is coming. Leo’s been invited to some party at a woman’s house in Beverly Hills and I’m going too. He said he’s there with her. Heard her voice in the background and that’s when he mentioned the Valentine’s Day party.”

Y/n had thought very little about what Harry said on Thursday night when he overheard Leo on the phone. A small part of her was curious but she was mostly busy being enamored with her stepson. But now that she’d just been on the phone with him and learned that he was in the Hampton’s with a woman that lived nearby in LA was… well it was interesting. A thing to keep in mind. She didn’t know what it meant. He was allowed to do as he pleased with discretion and so was she. If he was starting to have an emotional sort of romance with another woman that could turn into a problem, but then it was also a problem that Y/n was sleeping with his son and quickly finding his company to be her favorite.

“I forgot about it as well. So you’ll be busy with my dad?”

She nodded into his neck, “Yeah,” she lifted her head to look at him as she carded her fingers through the back of his hair, “Honestly, though? Wish I could spend it with you.”

Harry smiled, “Me too. Are you worried at all about this woman?”

Shaking her head she spoke, “No. He can do what he wants. I’m more worried about the next time you and I can have together alone more than anything.”

“You keep saying things that make me think you’re really into me, Y/n.” He grinned with a laugh.

“Well, I kinda am really into you. I don’t think it was my intention at first but… here we are,” she laughed and gestured at their naked bodies, still connected.

Harry softly squeezed a bit of skin at her bottom making her laugh, “So you like me then? Wanna keep me around?”

“Isn’t it obvious how much I like you?” she chuckled and grazed her free hand over his pecs, “What do you think? Wanna stick around? See what happens?”

Harry’s grin deepened causing the dimples on his cheeks to dig into his face, “That was my plan all along. Couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to.”

“Oh is that so? You’d just keep crawling back to me?”

“You know I would. M’obsessed. Addicted.” Harry tilted his forehead to hers as he spoke.

“Good. Because I am too.”

4. A Mistake

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 22/41

Chapter  22: Unfinished Business

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, unprotected PIV (play safe ya'll)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter  22: Unfinished Business

When you wake up, Austin is not in bed with you. You wrap yourself in your robe and go looking for him. You find a note on the table.

“out walking, didn’t want to wake you, be back soon “

He wrote the time, he only left about 15 min ago.

You check the door and find it locked, you smile.

You make a cup of coffee and decide you might as well dig in. You plait your hair into a braid, put on a work shirt, pants and work boots.

Knowing you were going to demo today, you had already packed away the kitchen non-essentials. It takes less than an hour to clear everything out of the kitchen and push all the living room furniture up against the far wall. You cover it all in a plastic sheet and hang more sheeting over the hallway to the bedrooms to keep the dust down in there. You quickly cut the seams on the offensive wall and strip off the trim. You check twice to make sure the power to all the outlets is off.

Donning your gloves, impact glasses and dust mask, you pick up your 10 pound sledge hammer.

“Time to go to work,” you say to yourself. You take swing after swing, breaking starter holes in the drywall between studs. You actually love this part, working up a sweat and swinging your sledge. The section of the wall is only about 10 feet long. When you get to the end, you lean on the sledge, breathing heavily.

“Damn, that is sexy as hell,” you hear from behind you.

Austin is standing by the front door, holding two coffees and a bakery bag. He is staring at you like he’s never seen you before.

“Oh hey! There you are!” your voice muffled behind your mask.

“I brought you breakfast, I didn’t know we were starting right away,” he says apologetically.

“No worries, I just was eager,” your stomach growls, ”and I totally forgot about breakfast!”

You go out on the balcony to get away from the dust. He brought breakfast wraps and pastries.

“I uh, also thought about how your kitchen will be out of commission for a while and um… thought that maybe you’d like to use mine in the meantime,” he pushes a key across the little bistro table, ”I went and had it made, that’s why I was gone so long.” It has a unicorn printed on it.

“Thank you babe,” you grab the key and hold it to your chest, grinning from ear to ear, “I was gonna just eat cold sandwiches for the next three weeks. This is awesome!” You stand up and throw your arms around him, almost spilling the table over.

“You are so welcome, that’s an open invitation to come over anytime,“ he says with a smile.

When you finish eating, you hand him safety goggles, gloves and a dust mask.

“I hope those are not your favorite clothes, cuz they are gonna get messy,” you nod to his comfy jeans and t-shirt.

“Yeah, these are fine, now what do we do?” he says, muffled behind his mask.

Despite him having zero construction knowledge, you guys get the wall down in less than an hour. He follows directions and listens well. He was excited when he got to use the reciprocating saw. Power tools are sexy.

You keep catching him looking at your ass when you bend over to lift debris into the construction chute you installed off the balcony and into a dumpster below. You keep watching him too, the way his back muscles moved as he swung the sledge was delicious. You are a task master, however, and only allowed 45 minutes for lunch with no fuck breaks, no matter how hot he looks.

By late afternoon, you had all the cabinets out and the carpet and outdated linoleum floor up and out.

You are doing the final sweep with the push broom. You bend over to sweep up the pile and you feel hands on your hips.

“Damn, you are fine Kitten.” he says, running his hands on your round ass. ”I’ve been sneaking peeks at this ass all day”

“Why Mr. Butler, are you trying to seduce me in the middle of work?” you say, faking shock.

“I am, is it working?” he slides his hand over the fabric of your crotch, making you clench and suck in a breath through your teeth.

“It is,” you walk over and tip the dustpan into the chute, “and we are officially done working.” You take your dust mask off, “but I for one, need a shower first,” rubbing the lines from the mask that you know are in your face.

He takes his mask off too, he has identical lines in his face. “I believe we have some unfinished business in the shower.” He says, pulling you close, kissing you.

As his lips press to yours, your hands run over his biceps, reminding you of how they flexed when he was working today. Even though you are tired from the day's labor, you still want him.

“Let’s use my shower, I think it’s bigger. I’ll go get ready, you meet me over there,” he says, kissing your forehead then walking out the door.

You finish up and grab comfy shorts and a t- shirt before heading next door. A neighbor is walking towards you down the hall and watches you walk to Austin's. You wave, they give you a questioning look as you put the key in door.

"Hi, I thoguht you lived in that apartment," they ask.

"Oh yeah, I do, but Austin here is letting me use his shower and kitchen while I'm remodeling mine." You turn the key, yay it worked!

"Oh, yeah I just saw him go in there, was he helping you work too?" they say.

"Um, yeah," you open the door and hear the shower running.

You neighbor looks down at the floor inside the door, and then up at you with a knowing grin.

You look down, Austin's work clothes are piled by the door. You look back at them with a raised eyebrow and a shrug

"Have a good day," you wave at them.

They wave back, "Have fun," they murmur. You close the door with a huge grin on your face.

You strip your clothing off at the front door like he did, not wanting to track construction dust into his apartment.

As you approach the bathroom you hear Austin singing Blue Suede Shoes. When you walk in he stops singing, but you can see him washing his hair in the shower. Even blurred by steam, Austin is one sexy man.

“Come on in,” he opens the door, you step into the large tiled shower. He offers you a can, “Shower beer after a hard days work? Well, it’s cider actually, it was the only thing I had in a can. I figured glass in the shower could be dangerous.”

“Yes please!” you pop the top, clink cans and both take a big swig. It tastes like apples and pears. You look at the can, it’s Kopparberg Pear cider. Yum.

“Here, I already washed,” Austin says as he moves aside and lets you into the stream of water. You down about half the can as the hot water cascades over your body.

Austin’s hands are on your back, thumbs massaging up your spine to your neck. You put your forehead on the cool tile and relax into the feel of his fingers and the water. Once at your neck, he starts taking out your braid. He tilts the shower head away from you to wash your hair, fingertips pressing into your scalp. God it feels good. He rinses and spreads conditioner on your hair.

You smile, thinking of the last time you used conditioner on him. Fuck that was sexy. You take another big drink.

As the conditioner sits, he scrubs the back of your body with a sudsy loofa, even picking up your feet and getting between your toes. You try not to squirm and giggle.

The combination of hot water, empty stomach and 7% alcohol makes you feel tipsy, but in a lovely relaxed way.

Austin rinses the conditioner out of your hair and replaces the showerhead, again pointing away from you. He grabs your hips and pulls you backwards to him. You feel the hardness of his cock against your ass. You set the half empty drink on the ledge next to his almost full one.

You lift both arms and wrap them around his neck, languishing in the feel of his wet naked skin on your back. You feel like some kind of Botticelli painting.

He washes your armpits and down your sides, sudsing up your belly. Soap runs in rivulets down your legs. He drags the loofa across your nipples, making you inhale.

He squeezes soap from the loofa over your front before dropping it to the floor. He starts massaging your breasts in the soap, tweaking your nipples. You can feel the excitement rush from your nipples, dart across your belly and settle behind your pubis.

He slides one hand through the soap on your belly and down to your vulva. The other he slips behind you and down your crack. You step your legs apart a little. His soapy fingers stimulate your asshole as he rubs the surface. Your breath escapes your mouth with an ‘oh’ and you arch back into him, your fingers sketching circles into the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel his cock bounce against you.

Careful not to let any soap get inside you, he rubs his hands up and down on the surface of your crotch, his long fingers meeting in the middle. Your hips move of their own accord, rocking back and forth in his hands. Little sounds of pleasure emanate from your throat.

He grabs the shower head off the holder and rinses away the soap, getting your back side too. He taps your leg with his foot. You step wide, he directs the flow to rinse you off. The hot water streams against you, making you gasp and sigh out an ‘ohh’.

Your fingers curl into a fist, catching his hair. Your other hand slaps down to the side of his thigh, grasping and pulling him tighter into you.

“Mmm, I like hearing your sounds Kitten,” he says low in your ear. Just the sound of him makes you clench, your insides start to saturate.

All soap rinsed away, he puts the shower head back, pointing it to the side. He runs his hands along your wet vulva, pushing his finger between your folds. The other hand on your breast, cupping your nipple in his palm.

He pushes his finger into your wetness making you growl hungrily.

“So wet already,” he murmurs. He trails the wetness up to your clit, tracing circles around it with the pads of his fingers.

Purrs vibrate from your mouth. Your hips start shaking a little and you press your ass back into his cock.

He keeps on teasing your nub as your wordless noises crescendo into verbiage.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out.

“That’s the plan,” he rumbles behind you.

You lean forward, one hand on the tiled wall in front of you. Reaching through your legs you grasp his cock. Rising up on your tip-toes, you rub his tip against the wetness of your pussy. He angles his hips and pushes, sliding into you.

“Awwww yes” he moans behind you at the same time you rasp out a guttural ‘ungh’.

Grabbing your hips, he moves you back and forth on his shaft.

You love the way he fills you, you are vocalizing long drawn out shaky ‘uhh’s’ each time he pushes into you.

You reach up with one hand and grab the shower wand. The water isn’t quite as hot now. You had better make this fast before the hot water runs out entirely.

You click it to the massage setting and push it onto your vulva, aiming the pulsating stream to your clit.

Your legs start shaking, Oh gods, it feels spectacular. Your hips move faster. He pushes you forward so he has room and starts slamming into you, his fingers digging into your hips. He knows how much you like it when he fucks you hard.

You know he likes it too.

Without much warning, your orgasm spikes through you, internal muscles clenching down hard around him. Your scream starts as an ‘oh’ in your mouth, transcends to a high wail in your nose and ends back down in a throaty shuddering ‘uhhh’ as you tremble on his cock. The water starts to go lukewarm.

“Hah, hah, hah, hah,” Austin keeps up his pace, hammering each explosive sound into your wet and clenching pussy. You drop the wand, bracing yourself with both hands.

He freezes deep in you, inhales then snarls with short jerky thrusts as he spasms into you.

You are both breathless as you pull off him, cum running down your leg. You turn around and lay against him. “Thank you Kitten,” he puffs out, holding your wet body close.

“Uh huh, my pleasure, ” you tilt your head up with a languid smile.

He shakes his head, a little laugh puffing out his nose ,“You sound like you work for CHick-fil-A.”

The idea of conservative Chick-fil-a and fucking in the shower strikes you as so funny right now. The endorphins overtake you and you start giggling uncontrollably, hanging off him shaking.

“Is it that funny?” he says smiling and holding on to you.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. Now I will never be able to go there and not think of fucking you in the shower everytime they say ‘my pleasure’.” You manage to explain between giggles.

“You are so weird… I love it,” he says laughing only because you are laughing.

“Oh hunny, I’m glad you do, cuz I can only be me,” you smile up at him.

“I just have one question,” he says, kissing your nose, “can it be nap time now?”

You rinse the cum off with the now cold water, shrieking just a little. After drying off you go flop down on his bed. Austin climbs in next to you and puts his arm around you. You curl up on his chest. You both take big contented breaths.

“Sorry about my wet hair,” you mumble.

He is already snoring softly.

[agl03]

Hii! I'm just wondering what are your thoughts about the Caestridge panel? how do you saw them answering about the fitzsimmons future? ps. how adorable are Iain and Elizabeth? I died. Have a good day!

Hi Anon!

Oh my goodness!  I am SO jealous of those of you who were there in person and i just grinned the whole time watching it.  I have to say after seeing a few panels at Wondercon the AOS cast is simply a delight no matter how many of them are there. 

For me it solidified the good vibes I’ve got for Fitzsimmons as we head into the end of the season, tonight is likely going to suck but after that we’re getting the pay off…just hang in there guys.  

In the theorizing and building the wise and powerful timeline (hail the timeline) I feel like myself and the others on the CTT have gotten really good at reading the cast.  And its not only in interviews but silly things like on Social Media.  Lil is so polite but you can tell when she doesn’t like a story.  IE the whole Will thing.  See the AIDA thing, that CLEARLY upset her (same Lil same I would have preferred creeper Dadcliffe not letting him go).  Even if you go back and look at her interviews from SDCC this year.  She wasn’t as excited about things as she had been over hiatus, and we know why now.  Fitzsimmons were hardly together in A.  At Wondercon and the panel last week, But both she and Iain were super happy, bubbly, positive, and were very much hiding something.  Lots of knowing looks, especially at Wondercon and they had the read for 22 under their belts at the very least by then.  I still feel really good about engagement….with elopement and WAY left field Baby Bomb all being on the table.  Other options that I can see is them stepping back from Shield (as I predicted a long time ago) or moving into the Love Nest.  

That being said…everyone BRACE YOURSELVES for tonight.  

Because there is a good chance Fitzsimmons come face to face finally and its going to hurt like HADES.  

Something huge is going down, I can feel it!   We’re going to learn AIDA’s plan, and likely the extent of what she’s done to Fitz, that AIDA is watching/meddling from the outside, and why…not to mention I bet a huge plot twist or five. Maybe a death.  Jemma also learns or sees enough that she knows to go for Papa Fitz in 20 (we are pretty sure that is who she’s gone after in the promo pics anyway).  Because right now she has no idea that snake is in his life.  

I also won’t be surprised if we get to the point to mirror The Laws of Nature, where Fitz was the only one left trying to save Jemma (Bobbi was helping her her own way)….Jemma might be alone in trying to save Fitz (bonus if Bobbi or Hunter help Jemma go rouge and run down Papa Fitz…just saying).   Where the rest of the team has given up or been forced to work on something else. Tonight will be a big Daisy ep…next week is Jemma’s “Purpose in the Machine” and she is getting her Fitz back!

So no matter how bad things look after tonight know that after this we are heading for the light again.  Lil was very happy again about the time they were filming 20.  And I personally don’t feel either of them would be as bubbly and as secretive as they have been if something horrible was coming our way in the finale.   

Okay sorry that got away from me with some theory time but hope i answered your question too!

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Message Received | JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: smut, PWP, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: sending sexy photos, Dom Hobi agenda, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, mild degradation (use of the word 'slut'), orgasm denial, reader is needy and kind of a brat?, allusions to rough sex including choking, allusions to dom/sub relationship, I went into a fugue state upon seeing Hobi’s latest pics and this is the result

Word Count: 1.7k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Hoseok sent you a message. Will you listen?

A/N: Once again, Hobi's insta has me reeling. I saw those pics of him in that suit at the White House and this one-shot is the result! This was supposed to be a drabble but it just kept going. 🥴

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You stare at the photo on your screen. The image hasn’t changed in the last few minutes since you first opened the text. But you find yourself examining every detail as if certain you’ll find something you haven’t noticed yet. 

A sunlit hotel room. Sparse, practical furniture lining the walls - a bed on one side, tv on the other. And between them, wearing an exquisitely tailored black suit and tie, one hand in his pocket, the other tilting his phone to capture his reflection in the mirror, stands your boyfriend. He’s not smiling, long dark hair swept off his face, lips slightly parted as he concentrates on taking the perfect shot. His expression is serious, almost stern.

It’s a look you are intimately familiar with. All the sleep still lingering in your body evaporates as a shudder runs down your spine.

This isn’t what you had expected to wake up to on this quiet Tuesday morning. Hoseok has been gone for not even two full days now, off on another important business trip. Five days this time. Twisting in the satiny sheets on your bed, you roll onto your side, wincing slightly, still a little sore from his goodbye. Not minding the ache. It just reminds you of what you’re missing… as if you need another reminder. 

Hoseok knows how hard these trips are for you. The apartment feels so empty without his presence. You reread the message he sent with the photo.

Hobi (8:02): Ready to make this deal happen this afternoon. The sooner we close, the sooner I’m home. Be good for me until then, baby girl. 

He probably sent the photo hoping to lift your spirits a little. Give you something to smile about while you wait for his return. But looking at your gorgeous boyfriend in that perfectly fitted suit is having a much different effect on you now. It’s the way he gazes at the camera, with sharp intent. Total focus. 

You get an idea. 

Lying back on your bed, you arrange the sheet around you and snuggle into your pillows. After finding the perfect angle, you snap a quick pic, then send it off. 

(10:15): Woke up missing you. Thank you for the photo 🥰

A few minutes pass with no response. He must be busy. 

Huffing a sigh, you open his photo again. His hand catches your eye, so you zoom in, admiring the long fingers that curl around the phone, noting the way his veins pop slightly as he holds it. How you wish you could feel that hand on you right now. You trace your fingers down your neck, remembering the other night. The way that Hoseok gripped your throat as he fucked into you, cutting off the air from your body and making you see stars. 

Below the softness of your tank top, you firmly caress one of your breasts, mimicking the sure hand you’re missing. Your nipple wakes as you roll it between your fingers, and you snap a photo of the tiny bud protruding from beneath the silk, and send it off to Hoseok. But you don’t wait for a reply, continuing to slide down the sensitive skin of your stomach before lightly cupping the heat between your thighs. 

There’s a dampness growing there, seeping through the thin fabric. This is the effect Hoseok always has on you. Even just looking at his photo and recalling his touch is enough to have you slick and ready for him. You skim your fingers along the waistband, dipping just a fraction of an inch beneath, and quickly fire off another photo to Hoseok before plunging your hand underneath. Tracing the sodden folds, you lick your lips as you slip one finger inside yourself. 

Your phone buzzes. 

Hobi (10:23): Baby girl. What are you doing?

You grin. 

(10:24): Just wanted to say good morning 

Hobi (10:25): Good morning? It’s afternoon here. Did you forget about the time difference?

Oops. You did, in fact, forget that he was now several hours ahead of you.

(10:25): Sorry, Hobi 

Hobi (10:26): I’m in my meeting right now and these photos are very distracting. Is that what you wanted? To distract me from doing my job? 

(10:27): I just wanted your attention. I miss you

Hobi (10:27): I know. I miss you too 

Hobi (10:28): But this is an important client and if we close early, then I get to come home early. Don’t you want that? 

(10:28): Yes! 

(10:28): Need you here, Hobi 🥺

Hobi (10:29): Then be a good girl and be patient for me

(10:29): Okay. I will. Love you 😚

Hobi (10:30): Love you too, baby girl

Stretching, you close your eyes, beaming happily to yourself. Hoseok will be home soon. You just need to be patient.

…but you’re worked up now.

You slip your hand between your legs again, tugging your panties to the side. *click* Rubbing your forefinger into your clit, you arch your back, keening at the pressure. *click* The arousal flowing from your core makes it easy to insert two fingers at once. It’s not what you’re yearning for, but it’s enough to make you moan. *click*

The more you chase that fire in your gut, the more photos you send, until your phone lights up, vibrating in your hand. Bringing it to your ear, you gasp out a greeting. 

“Baby girl.” Hoseok’s voice is deep and dark. Your favorite tone. “Didn’t I tell you to be good?” 

“Yes.” Your fingers keep moving. 

“And you think touching yourself and sending me more nasty photos is behaving?” There’s a loud zipping noise on the other end of the line. 

“I just wanted - “

“Yes or no. Is continuing to distract me with dirty pictures, to the point where I have to excuse myself from this crucial meeting and hide out in a bathroom stall so I can jerk off, really considered ‘behaving’?” The sound of skin slapping against skin hits your ears.

“N-no, Hobi.” 

“What’s my name?” 

“Sir. S-sorry, sir,” you stutter again, toes starting to curl from the way you’re playing with yourself. 

“Listen to you. Already worked up, huh? I saw you had two fingers inside yourself. Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? Wishing those fingers were my cock.” 

You groan wantonly. “Yes, sir.” 

The slapping sound is getting louder, faster. “Put me on speakerphone.” 

Stabbing the button, you drop your phone by your head. 

“Are you still fucking yourself? Still have those two fingers thrusting inside that little cunt?”

“Yes, sir,” you moan. 

“I want you to suck on your other fingers, baby girl. Get them real good and wet for me.” 

Sticking your fingers in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around, soaking your skin. “Mmmph!”

“Good girl. Now I want you to take those fingers and rub your clit,” Hoseok pants. “Pretend it’s my tongue, baby girl, let me taste you. I bet - “ he lets out a grunt and you clench around your fingers, “fuck, I bet you’d make my face so juicy right now, wouldn’t you, slut? Have you dripping down my chin, so fucking filthy.” 

Mewling helplessly, you stroke your clit as Hoseok orders you, eyes screwing shut as you picture him between your legs. You pinch the sensitive nub, pretending he’s sucking on it, and let out a squeal. 

“Please, sir!” 

“Please what, baby girl?” 

“I - I need you!”  You’re so close to your peak. 

“Well, I’m not there, so you’ll have to do this yourself. So keep touching that clit, dirty girl. Don’t stop.” His breathing is so heavy, you feel like you might climax just from listening. But that doesn’t prevent you from obeying his instructions and brushing the tiny pearl again and again. 

There’s a muffled knocking and Hoseok curses. “Fuck, baby girl, as much as I want to drag this out, I can’t be in here much longer. So I want you to start fucking yourself faster, okay? Pump those fingers for me. Pretend it’s my tongue, fuck, pretend I’m licking that delicious cunt, sliding inside. Can you feel me?” 

“Yes, sir, I feel you, Hobi, I feel you,” you babble, feeling yourself start to unravel. 

“Ah, fuck, baby girl, I wish I were there right now, I miss your taste, your smell, the way you feel - ah! Fuck!” The sound of Hoseok cumming fills the room and you clench again. “Fuck, are you close?” 

“I’m so close, sir, I’m so -” 

“Stop.” 

The word is uttered with such power that you immediately freeze. Your brain scrambles to understand. “What?”

“I said, stop. Stop touching yourself, right now.” Despite the way you know his chest must be heaving right now, Hoseok’s voice is forceful. Steady. 

You blink but keep your hands still. “Sir?” 

“Do you want to get off?” 

Your wordless whine makes him chuckle lowly. 

“Then you will do exactly what I tell you from now on. Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes, sir.” 

“Good.” There’s some commotion on the other end, the sound of water running, a door opening and closing. When he speaks again, his voice is hushed but no less assertive. “I told you to be patient. So that means no more touching yourself until I get home. Not with your fingers, not with any of the toys I bought you. Don’t even think about humping your pillow or anything else dirty little sluts like you do.” He pauses as other voices filter through the speaker. “Am I clear?”

The throbbing between your legs hasn’t ceased. “But Hobi -” 

He cuts through your pouting. “Good girls don’t argue, they listen. If they want their reward.” 

In the silence that fills the room, you envision all the ways you know he’ll reward you when he’s home. Just like all the other times. You can do this. What’s another three days?

“Yes, sir.” 

His voice softens. “That’s my baby girl. I need to get back into the meeting before they think I’ve run off. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay. Love you, Hobi.” 

“Love you too.” 

Snuggling back into your pillows, you smile as you think of all the ways he could punish you, too. Sure, you’ll be good for him today. But who knows what tomorrow will bring. 

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[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

may i request hajime destroying readers insides for flirting with other guys afab reader with she/her pronouns?

I LOVE JEALOUS HAJIME. Ofc, let’s go! I hope you like it 🙈I had fun writing it! Sorry it took me a little longer than I’d have liked!!!

Hajime Jealous Afab Reader

18+ ONLY. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18!!!!! NSFW: story under cut

TW:// NSFW, jealousy, over stimulation, mentions of drinking

Word Count:// 2,262

You were so excited for Hajime to come home so you could show him your outfit. You’d finally gotten the new clothes you ordered in the mail, and one outfit in particular made you feel so hot. You’d done your makeup all dramatic to match, and even did your hair all nice, knowing your boyfriend should be on his way home from work by now. You planned on showing him the new outfit and taking him out to a bar to dance, drink, and have a good time.

So when Hajime walked through the door and barely even looked at you, you were obviously upset. “Hajime..” you whispered as you stood behind him, while he was walking into the kitchen.

He sighed heavily and turned around to face you. “Yes?” He asked plainly. He didn’t seem to be very interested, almost like he didn’t even care.

“I … I was just asking if you liked my new outfit… I was hoping maybe we could go to the bar and have a fun night…” you said, feeling and sounding let down.

“Oh yea, you look fine.” Hajime said only answering the first part of your statement, and not really seeming as excited about your outfit as you’d hoped.

“Just… fine?” You asked suddenly getting a little angry. Hajime just nodded and turned back around, opening the fridge. “Wow..” you said in disbelief. “So I get all dressed up and sexy for you so we could have a nice night out, and all you do is say I look ‘fine’?” You started going off not even giving him a chance to respond. “Well fuck it Hajime. I’m going to the bar without you. I’ll have a good night by myself.” You said as you quickly grabbed your purse and keys, heading outside, leaving Hajime standing in the kitchen dumbfounded.

‘What the fuck did I do?’ Hajime thought to himself. He’d had a really stressful day at work, and now he gets home and all you want to do is argue with him? Hajime sighs heavily and slams the fridge door shut, not even grabbing the drink he wanted and storms upstairs, immediately taking off all his clothes, showering up, and changing into a nicer outfit. He then hopped into his car, and started to drive to the nearest bar which was about 15 minutes from your shared apartment.

At the bar, you ordered 3 shots for yourself. And once you downed those you were feeling confident as ever. ‘Fuck Hajime. He doesn’t appreciate me. I look fantastic tonight and he didn’t even care. But somebody will.’ You thought to yourself while scanning the room. You immediately saw an incredibly attractive man sitting by himself. ‘Not nearly attractive as Hajime, but who is?’ You thought in your head. You took a deep breathe, stood up from your seat, and smoothly glided across the bar to the seat across from the man who currently had all your attention.

“Hi- I’m Y/N.” You said in a flirty tone while smiling at him.

“Well, hello there Y/N.” He said while smirking back at you. “You look absolutely fucking stunning tonight you know?” The stranger went on. “Like god damn, that shirt? You look phenomenal!” He made your whole face blush bright red.

You decided to slide a little closer to him and asked him, “So what’s a big handsome guy like yourself doing out here all alone tonight?” You asked, twirling your hair.

As you continued to flirt with your mystery bar toy, Hajime snuck in without you noticing. He began scanning the room to find you, and almost immediately spotted you. And a guy staring down your shirt? ‘Oh fuck no’ Hajime stopped thinking completely. He took a few big strides over towards your direction and forcefully grabbed your hand. “Hey, babe,” he said while staring daggers at the other guy.

“H-Hajime..” you said staring at him.

“Who’s your friend?” Hajime asked still not taking his eyes off the guy.

“I- .. don’t know,” you confessed. “It wasn’t anything serious. He was just being friendly Hajime-“ you started to explain. The guy across from you just sat there mouth slightly agape staring at the awkward situation unfold in front of him.

Hajime tugged your arm up, and you stood up with it, staring at him. “Let’s go home, Y/N,” Hajime said holding you close by his side.

Hajime drove you home even though your car was still at the bar. He knew you’d been drinking and even if he was currently upset, he’s be devastated if you got hurt, or if you hurt somebody else. The drive home was only 15 minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Hajime didn’t say a single word to you the entire drive, and had the radio off. It was a deafening silence. One you’d pulled up to your building, Hajime wasted no time turning the car off and storming into the building, and once in your apartment, you followed him into the bedroom.

“Sit.” Hajime demanded, pointing at the edge of your bed, while standing across from it.

You sat down where he pointed and looked up at him.

“Explain.” Hajime said sharply.

“Hajime- I dressed up so cute, and so happy and confident and I was so excited for you to come home and tell me how sexy I was and I was hoping you’d be excited to take me out and show me off, but you didn’t care. But that guy said I looked pretty. He actually noticed that I put in effort….” You blurted out all at once.

“So you think I didn’t care?” Hajime snapped back. “I couldn’t have had a bad day at work, or needed 5 minutes to myself? And then you went and snuck around my back flirting with the first man who gives you any attention?” Hajime sounded angry. He didn’t even give you a second to answer him when he started speaking again. “No. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. You’re mine.” He smirked suddenly and took a few steps towards you, pushing you backwards onto the bed. “All. Mine.” He said seductively as he took his shirt off. “And I’m going to prove that to you right now, okay?” You nodded slightly staring into the eyes that are now directly above yours. “Use your words, y/n.”

“Y-yes Hajime,” you stammered out shocked. Hajime almost never takes charge like this- but god were you excited.

Hajime began kissing your neck, up and down, and all over until he heard you gasp softly. When he heard that gasp he started kissing, and sucking, and biting on that spot trying to get you to be more vocal. You moaned very softly, trying not to make any noise, which was good enough for your boyfriend, who moved his lips up to yours. He continued on to kiss you oh so softly, making you practically melt into the mattress you were laying in the middle of, until he suddenly bit your lip, causing you to open it just enough for him to slip his tongue into your open mouth. You moaned out softly into his mouth, much louder than you’d anticipated. Hajime then pulled away from you, so he hovered above you. “Shirt,” he only said that one word and you immediately sat up and threw your new top onto the floor. Noticing that you weren’t in a bra immediately, Hajime’s hands instantly started grabbing and playing with your breasts. And then his mouth.

“Hajime-“ you breathed out softly, followed by a few soft moans. “Mm… I love you…”

Hajime stopped playing with you and look at you. “Is that why you flirt with strangers?” He asked, not waiting for an answering before moving his hand down to your thighs, slowly moving his fingers up your little skirt. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes tight.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, y/n,” Hajime whispered against your ear in a low sultry voice. “I’m going to destroy your insides, and prove that you’re all mine. Got it?” Hajime pulled his face away from yours and looked at you, awaiting an answer from you this time.

“Yes Hajime,” you whimpered back. And at that, he wasted zero time. Slowly, he moved his long slender fingers to push your panties to the side, and sliding another up and down your already soaking wet slit. Your breathing quickly sped up, and got much heavier. He continued to tease you for a few moments until you moaned out loud. “F-fuck..” you threw your head back and pushed your hips up towards his fingers, begging for more contact. Hajime happily obliged, and slowly put his long index finger inside of you, curling it once it was all the way in. “Holy shit…” you gasped excitedly.

“What, do you like that?” Hajime inquired with a smug look across his face, as he continued to fuck you slowly with his index finger. You nodded frantically, but to your dismay, he stopped moving his finger completely and pulled it out, looking at you. “Use your words, Princess,” Hajime ordered you.

“Y-yes Hajime, I love it so much, please keep going..” you were practically crying waiting for him to fuck you with his finger again. But when he reentered you, this time he used two fingers. “Mm, fuck..” you moaned out as you grabbed the back of hajime’s hair, pulling him in to kiss him. He kissed back, as he continued to finger fuck you for a little while longer. Then he curled his fingers again and you couldn’t contain yourself. “FUCK!” You screamed thrusting your hips up trying to get him to go deeper. “Hajime please, I- hhhhhng- I need you. I need more of - ahh- you. Please Hajime please,” you rambled on in between moans and groans.

“Are you sure you want more?” Hajime teased you, while slowly taking fingers out and slamming them back into you.

“Holy fuck- ahhh- yes please Hajime please please I’m begging you.”

Hajime instantly pulled his fingers out and threw his jeans and boxers off in the blink of an eye. He was already rock hard despite you not having touched him at all tonight. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, just staring at him glistening above you.

“H-Hajime please…” you begged, spreading your legs open for him. “Please…” you started to continue to beg for him, until without warning, he shoved himself inside you. “FUCK!” You screamed out loudly.

Hajime didn’t start slowly- he immediately picked up his pace and he quickly began bottoming you out.

“H- oh. Ahh…haaa…” you moaned through deep breathes. You grabbed onto Hajime’s back and dug your nails into it, receiving a loud hiss from his mouth, resulting in you getting fucked with even more force behind each thrust. You started to move your hips in the same rhythm as Hajime’s, while moving your head up ever so slightly so you could sloppily kiss him. He didn’t notice your head come up to meet his though, so you started to kiss his neck to gain his attention. For just a moment, Hajime’s pace slowed down and got a little bit sloppier while you sucked and bit on his neck, leaving several bright purple marks on him. Hajime pulled his neck away from yours, and pinned your arms above your head, and stared to makeup out with you. He had significantly slowed down his pace, but continued to bottom out the entire time, making you cry out in pleasure with each and every thrust.

“Hajime- ahhh.. I love you..” you cried out in pure bliss. You could feel his huge dick hitting you deep inside. It felt like he was completely moving around all your insides, and just wrecking you. At this point you try to cry out to him, but you can’t even form words. You start drooling and whimpering incoherently with each and every deep hard thrust. You can feel your orgasm creep up on you quickly, and you try to warn Hajime, but you unfortunately can’t make any words come out. Instead, you wrap your legs around his waist as tightly as you can, as you feel yourself tighten around Hajime. Your eyes shut so tight, that all you could see were swirls of light in your eyes. The tip of his dick hits your g-spot one last time, and you felt the pure ecstasy rush from the tips of your toes, all the way through your body as you came hard around Hajime. You were an incoherent mess of moans, screams, and cries.

“Oh, fuck-!” Hajime stuttered out as he messily slammed himself into you a few more times, before losing control of himself and finishing deep inside of you. As his thick warm cum filled you up, he continued to make slow deep thrusts until he was finished, proceeding to collapse onto the bed right next to you. He rolled over and looked you in the eyes as he caressed your cheek in the palm of his hand, and whispered, “I love you, y/n. I always have and will. And I’m sorry I didn’t give you the attention you wanted. But don’t you dare flirt with another man, ever again.” Hajime teased, before kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“I… I l-love you t..too,” you stammered, still out of breath and searching for words. “Sorry..” you mumbled as you curled up onto his chest, holding him close to you, until you fell asleep in his arms.

[archonoftears]

info: modern au! reader receives a package that helps her tease her boyfriend while he’s at work. 

warnings: 18+ smut, slight breeding kink (mentioned), lingerie, phone sex (kinda), pretty vanilla, no penetration, just description, a tiny bit of dom/sub (implied through dialogue)

word count: 1,626

authors note: umm head empty, thoughts only filled with laying in zhonglis bed and teasing him over the phone. i really can’t remove myself from modern au! with ceo daddy zhong. so here we are again. not gonna lie though, i found myself looking at dragon dildos yesterday and now i just wanna write dragon zhongli and sacrificial maiden. so maybe after i finish with the first chapter of my other fic i’ll get right on that. 

ps no beta, i just kinda got this out and edited it once. so sorry if any mistakes or issues.

please thirst with me if you want to!!

Glancing around your dining room table you felt defeated by the amount of packages staring back at you. You were surprised by the latest delivery of clothing you had received for PR from a few high end designers. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, dating a CEO of a multi million dollar cooperation came with many perks. Yet you never imagined anything like this. Knowing the mess would only stay on the table if you didn’t start tackling it. You began opening up a few packages, finding bags and shoes. Even the latest spring wear from the major brand ‘Liyue Qixing’ sat in a box for you. Before setting your eyes on a more intricate looking box. Opening it to discover some of the most beautiful lingerie you had seen in a long time. Looking at the brand name ‘Scent of Spring’. You didn’t recognize it, but you were quite enamored with the pieces inside.

Forgoing opening any more packages you quickly gathered the items in the box and wandered off to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. Selecting a ivory and gold silk longline balconette bra, with matching thong, and harness. The gold tulle flowers that patterned the silk and lace were soft and delicate under your fingers. You couldn’t go a second longer without wearing the beautiful set. Quickly stripping off the clothes you were wearing and slipping on the lingerie. Loving the feel of the soft lace and silk against your skin. Staring at yourself in the mirror. 

‘This lingerie had to be designed by some deity who knew Zhongli’s taste.’ You thought to yourself as you admired the way the balconette bra exposed half of your breast and how the thong straps cut into the flesh of your hip in a sexy way, giving your body a more defined silhouette.

A light bulb went off in your head, walking over to grab your phone and opening the camera app, returning back to the mirror. Posing yourself quite provocative as you snapped several photos, dropping to your knees and taking a few more photos, before flipping through them. A coy smile playing on your lips as you went to call Zhongli.

Zhongli was startled by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk, glancing down to see your contact photo, a smile immediately forming on his face, he swiped to answer.

“Hello (name), is everything alright my dear?” Zhongli greeted as he turned from the documents in front of him and leaned back in his chair. You seldom ever called him when you knew he was going to be in the office all day, preferring to email him if you needed anything so he assumed this must have been important.

“Everything is fine, just calling to see what you were up to.” You greeted over the phone. Zhongli let out a small sigh, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’m just preparing for a meeting with Fatui Industries in a little bit.” Zhongli started, glancing at the clock to check the time. “What are you doing today my dear.” He asked, knowing you didn’t have much on your schedule today.

“Well I was going through some packages I received, you know the PR kind. It was mostly clothes from some nice designers.” You hummed, he could hear you twirling your hair in your fingers as you spoke.

“Oh really? Hopefully they sent things that are your style.” 

“That’s why I was calling actually. There was this one package, the clothes are really nice. But I think they’re more to your taste, and I wanted to get your opinion on them.” You confessed. 

“Of course, I can do that when I get home for you if you would like.” Zhongli replied, glancing at the clock noting that he had about 27 minutes until his meeting. “I should be done with work after I meet with Signora and Childe.”

“I’m actually sending you a couple photos right now, please check your email and tell me what you think.” He couldn’t put his finger on it, but you seemed awfully excited about all of this but he complied with your request.

“Of course, one moment.” Opening his email, quickly finding the one from you at the top and opening it, his eyes widening in realization as he enlarged one of several photos in the email. His voice catching in his throat as he examined it.

“Are the clothes to your liking, sir.” You cooed from the other end of the phone, knowing very well they were in fact to his liking. 

“Ms. (Name)..” Zhongli growled quietly.

“Yes sir?” You asked innocently, Zhongli aware of the game you were playing, but nevertheless here he was clicking on the next photo, feeling his pants grow tighter as he continued to view the photos. The one of you on your knees sending more blood rushing to his already aching erection.

“Are you being a good girl right now?” 

“I’m always a good girl Sir.”

“Are you? You don’t look to be acting like a good girl in these photos.”

“Then should I send you some more photos so you make sure I’m being good?” He could feel himself getting riled up just by the implications of what was being said.

“Well… I’ve already sent them so hopefully you don’t mind.”

Not needing to be told twice Zhongli refreshed his email inbox to find a new message. Opening it to discover new attachments. Slowly he clicked the first picture. Finding you not in front of the mirror in the bedroom anymore, but now on the black sateen sheets of the bed the two of you shared. Angling the camera in a way to show how you would look if he had you pinned down. You looked ravishing, from the way you let your cleavage spill out exposing your nipples, to the way you spread your legs. 

The next photo your hand was on one of your breast cupping and pinching the nipple. The next photo was taken lower, your hand was now in your panties clearly teasing yourself. And the final attachment was a video, it was no more than 15 seconds, but in those 15 seconds you show yourself pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, before dragging your fingers out of yourself and licking the wet slick off your digits. Zhongli was taking deep breaths as he watched. His eyes following your every movement.

“Sir…” You moaned, lust lacing every syllable. “Do you think I look like a good girl in those photos?”

Zhongli couldn’t say anything for a moment. Letting the video replay itself over and over, his eyes finding new things to focus on each time it replayed. From the way your plump lips wrapped around your fingers or the way you quivered when you plunged your two digits into yourself. He just wanted to see you do more.

“When did being a good girl equate to acting like quite the little slut? Surely I’ve taught you better than that.” Zhongli replied firmly, as he adjusted the way he was sitting to accommodate his throbbing cock.

“This is what you’ve taught me…” the breathiness of your voice letting him know you were in fact still touching yourself as you replied.

“I don’t recall teaching you to send provocative photos to me while I’m at work.” He glanced at the clock again, 16 minutes until the meeting. Fuck. 

“Did they make you hard?” You asked suddenly.

He was not a liar, so he wouldn’t lie to you. “Yes they did…” 

“Did they make you want to come home and stuff your big. thick. cock inside of me.” The punctionaction of your words were breaking him down.

“Yes they did…”

“Master are you going to come home so I can show you how much of a good girl I am, when I’m milking your cock.”

“My Lily… I-” Zhongli wasn’t used to you being this forward with him.

“I need you to come home and fuck me now. Because if you don’t pump me full of your cum I might go crazy.” You whined your voice working wonders on his resolve. “Please… Please come home and breed me sir.”

One final weak glance at his clock showed he had 9 minutes before they would arrive.

You moaned again calling his name out through the phone, the thread holding his composure together snapping.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I get home do you understand.” Zhongli growled into the phone, quickly on his feet, grabbing his bag and making his way to the door of his office. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir..!” You exclaimed.

“I hope you understand you won’t be walking for the next few days my Little Lily.” He warned before leaving the safety of his private office.

“Yes yes! Hurry please.” 

“I am.” Quickly saying goodbye and hanging the phone up  with you, while walking towards two approaching figures. 

“Mr. Zhongli goo-” Signora began, reaching her hand out to greet him, but he didn’t meet it.

“My apologies, there seems to be an emergency at home, can you meet with my assistant to reschedule.” Zhongli haphazardly explained. “Again my deepest apologies.” He finished, turning on his heel and b lining it to the exit. Letting the receptionist know that he was leaving and scrambling for the parking garage.

“What do you think his emergency was?” Signora stood bewildered where Zhongli had left her and Childe.

“Do you think everything is alright?

Childe seemed to be having the best laugh of his life as his colleague pondered the obvious.

“Trust me everything’s fine.” Childe said in between laughs. “We should probably reschedule for Monday, he’ll probably need the whole weekend off.”

“This is why I hate partnering with you, you’re too vague sometimes.”

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──➤ Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.

The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

[hawksward]

F**k Him, He’s a DJ (Hawks/Reader Music Industry AU)

Summary: A year after your separation from your former girl group, your solo career is just getting started. It only needs some extra oomph. Enter world renowned DJ, Hawks. Here to give you more than what you bargained for.

Pairing: DJ! Hawks (Keigo Takami)/ Singer! Reader

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: sex without a condom, drunk sex, cunnilingus, ragging on DJ’s, dirty talk if you squint

Notes: Hi All! Its been a hot second since I’ve written smut and this is the first time for my favorite bird boi. Music Industry AU’s are a weakness of mine. Please enjoy!!

Special shout out to @shinsotired​ for beta-ing my trash 

“No. Absolutely not. Under no conditions will I work with him.” Water splashed everywhere as you slammed your water bottle onto the table. “I’ll take anyone else you give me.”

Maya, your manager, let out a hefty sigh before adjusting her tight ponytail. She had only taken the position a short year ago after you ditched your former girl group the moment you turned 18. They couldn’t pay you enough to sign another contract describing in detail the ‘cute’ and ‘pure’ image you were expected to maintain. It was time to turn a new, edgier, leaf.

Just not with an insufferable asshole as your first collaboration.

“Hawks has been the only DJ on the top 10 list consistently. Plus you work for the same label. He’s already created the track and we’ve written the lyrics. All you have to do is show up and sing. Maybe do some appearances on his tour.” Maya didn’t take her eyes off her tablet “You’re an established name, but you need to prove yourself again. Now suck it up, he’ll be here any minute.”

The door nearly flew off its hinges with the force Hawks used. You’d never seen him in person before, and he was definitely shorter than you imagined. Not like you could talk. He wore a beige bomber jacket lined in sherpa and a simple pair of jeans. Far simpler than you’d seen him wear on stage.

“Y/N,” Maya put on her biggest, most professional smile, “I’d like to introduce Keigo Takami, or as he more commonly goes by on stage, Hawks. Keigo this is Y/N.”

“Ah good girl gone bad.” His smirk was infuriating. “So this is what I’m working with.”

He circled you, like a bird ready to strike its prey. Taking in every inch of you. Anger continued to rise in the pit of your stomach as he came to a halt. Putting his fingers to his chin in contemplation.

“Something to say?” You questioned, arms folded across your chest.

“Nah.” His fingers raked through his blonde locks “This’ll be fine. I always liked a challenge.” He gave you a wink.

Offended didn’t come close to how you felt about his comment. A challenge, not for you but for him. The bastard probably thinks you don’t have what it takes to succeed in a solo career.

“A challenge?” You rose from your seat to meet him head on, despite being a whole head shorter.  “I’ll have you know I’m a fucking professional.”

“She’s got small dog syndrome too!” He nearly folded in half with laughter “Don’t worry, Maya, I’ll play nice with her.”

He knew all the right buttons to push to send you into a rage. Half moons formed on your palms as you exercised every ounce of self control you had. You wanted nothing more than to tell him where exactly he could shove his bullshit.

“Great!” Maya grabbed you by the arm “She will see you in the studio first thing tomorrow morning!” There was no mercy as she pulled you through the door, not giving you the chance for the final word.

The next morning came too fast for your liking. You arrived 15 minutes before your scheduled meeting time, canister of warm tea in hand, wishing it was coffee instead. You were no stranger to the ins and outs of taking care of your voice. It was your livelihood after all.

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“Morning Chickadee”

You recoiled at the name, noticing Keigo standing in the doorway. Takeout coffee in hand. He sauntered in, throwing his jacket on the back of his chair before setting his coffee down on a nearby table. He pushed himself in his chair over to his soundboard, letting everything boot up.

“Do you need a minute to warm up or are you already ready for the main event?” He gave you a quick wink before diverting his attention back to his equipment. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Like I said before, I’m a professional. I’m ready to start whenever you are”. You took your place in the soundbooth on the opposite end of the room. Slipping your headphones over your ears before checking to make sure your mic was on.

Take. After take. After take. He had a problem with everything.

“You’re too pitchy in the chorus”

“What the fuck is this breathy shit? Stop making it weird.”

“Are you even capable of being sexy?”

The last one bothered you the most.

“Stop being picky because you don’t fucking like me!” You ripped the headphones off before storming out of the booth “There was nothing wrong with that take!”

Keigo rolled his eyes, straightening himself out in his chair before removing his headphones. “You think I’m being picky? My fans will never buy whatever fake sexy shit you’re selling.”

“ Your fans?” The fangs were coming out now “Do you even have fans? All you do is stand behind a laptop and wave your arms around like an idiot.” DJs had no performance value in your mind. Sure, they could make a good track but they were worthless live.

“Yeah, my fans.” He didn’t seem phased at all. Even his body language exuded confidence. “This is my track, Sweetheart. You’re just the feature.”

Your muscles tensed as he said it. Maya had you convinced that this would be the last track on your album, something to really set you apart. You should have known this was a publicity stunt to gain you some of his fans. The room went silent. Hawks shook his head.

“Have you ever even seen a live set?” He rested his elbows on his knees, folding his hands to hold his chin “Not some prom shit. But an actual, full blown set at a club? I’m talking about mixing your own tracks to spinning.”

You scoffed “When would I have time? Some of us are trying to debut.”

“Tonight.”

Taking a step back, you narrowed your eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m taking you to a set tonight. Consider it part of the creative process.”

He rose from his chair, tossing his jacket over his shoulder before walking out the door. A quick wave and a nod was all Hawks gave before he left the studio. You were dumbfounded.

A loud buzz came from your pocket revealing a text from an unknown number.

I’ll pick you up at 10. Wear something sexy.    -Kei

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At 9:55pm you stood outside the apartment. After spending hours trying to determine what was considered ‘club sexy’ you settled on a short black dress and the highest pair of heels you owned. Crisp night air filled your senses as you took in the city. It would have been peaceful if it weren’t for some douchebag pulling up to the curb in a sports car, flashing the lights like a strobe.

The window rolled down to reveal Keigo in a slim fit shirt and jeans. He let out a low whistle, his eyes trailing down before returning to your own. “You clean up nicely”

You rolled your eyes, walking to the passenger side and easing yourself into the car. The dress slipped up your thighs as you adjusted in the seat. Keigo made no attempt to hide his eyes drifting to your legs during the ride to Sky Parlor, Tokyo’s premier nightclub.

He was in his element. Bodies parted around him as he led you to the roped off center area of the club. The place was already full and from what Keigo said, the headliner had yet to perform. You nestled yourself into a corner of the booth, careful not to trip over the short table in front. Someone already dropped by to place a bucket full of ice along with a bottle of tequila onto the table.

Keigo popped the bottle open with ease, filling two shot glasses to the brim “What do you say we toast?” he shouted into your ear, barely coming across as a whisper muddled in all the noise “To a successful partnership?”

You grabbed the glass out of his hand, clinking it to his before shooting the liquid. The burn warmed up your insides as you grabbed the bottle to pour another “Better do two to be safe.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but the bottle was half empty. There was now enough liquid courage running through your veins to let loose. It didn’t hurt that your girl group reputation wasn’t there to drag you down either. As much as you hated to admit it, the DJ was putting on a good show.

Your hips moved with the beat, hands running down your body before making their way up to the air. The atmosphere was intoxicating, your body moving in time to the bass. You hardly noticed when Keigo snaked his arms around you, allowing his hands to drift to your hips. He pulled you tight to his chest, his body moving in time with your rhythm.

If you were sober you might have put up more of a fight when he began to grind his hips into you, greedy for more contact. Your arms moved up to snake around his neck, bringing his face closer to your own. Keigo’s breath grazed the shell of your ear as you moved in sync, seeming to raise the temperature in the room by at least 10 degrees.

You turned to face him, allowing his knee between your legs as you continued to grind your hips into him. His eyes were lidded, lips barely parted open.  Your fingers traced along his jawline, your lips parting to meet his.

Before you had time to process the music began to fade, the DJ picked up his mic to pass it over to the next artist.

“Thanks everybody! Hope you’re having a great time tonight!” The crowd cheered “We’ve got a really special guest here tonight. Rumor has it he’s going to let us preview a new track. Everyone welcome to the stage HAWKS!”

Keigo detangled himself from you at a speed you didn’t think possible, flashing a large smile to the crowd. Bouncers guided his way to the front stage, keeping him safe for all but the roaming hands of strangers. You slid into your seat, pouring yourself another shot of tequila to make up for your disappointment.

When Hawks took the stage he exuded energy. The hum of excited crowd chatter filled the club while he set up. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” His cheeky smile radiated under the harsh lights. The entire crowd erupted into cheers. You even managed to catch a few I love you’s and a Fucking marry me already!

Hawks winked at the crowd, blowing a kiss in the direction of the rogue comments. “I have a special treat, it’s a new track I’ve been working on off my new album.” He let out a laugh before continuing “This one’s dedicated to a special someone who thinks all I do is push play on my laptop”

The blood rushed to your face as the track started. Thankfully he decided not to drop a name or else his fans might have mauled you.

He was good, great even. Almost good enough to make you admit it. His energy on stage was contagious, waving his arms in the air causing the crowd to follow. You could see why he was #2 on the charts. Maybe Maya was onto something.

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The night was a blur of stolen glances, tequila shots, and deafening music. Keigo, ever the gentleman, booked both of you an Uber back to his place. Something about ‘strike while the inspiration is hot’.

Keigo’s apartment was the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings in the city. The place was beautiful. Tall ceilings, windows open to the glow of the city night. Everything someone would expect from a successful artist.

“Follow me” Keigo motioned “I have a home studio. We should be able to get some work done in there.” He led you to a smaller room, crammed with every piece of recording equipment imaginable. “Start from line 17.”

Shimmying through a sea of tech, you made your way into the corner where a small mic was set up. No glass to separate you from the rest of the studio. Tequila still running through your veins, you began to wonder if now was the best time to record. Your words were probably slurring already.

The words came out like vomit. Completely unsexy. You caught Keigo’s eye and could already tell he was pissed. At least if he came home drunk to work he didn’t have to worry about opening his mouth.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, eyes narrowed. “Is that what you call sexy?” Keigo removed his headphones and leaned back into his chair. “Let’s try something. Seduce me.”

“I’m sorry, what?” arms folded across your chest.

“You heard me. If I don’t buy it, my fans won’t.” Fuck, the man didn’t shut up about his fans. You tentatively walked over to him, unsure how to fulfill his request. No one asked you to seduce them before. The man sitting before you looked unphased as you slid your hair to the side, exposing your neck. You ran your hands down your chest, moving down your thighs. You were too drunk for this shit.

Keigo laughed, “have you never seduced anyone before?” He rose from his chair, inching closer to you, like a predator fixated on his prey. “No bringing a boy band member home and hoping no one finds out?”

Your back was against the wall as he slammed his hand into the foam soundproofing, keeping you locked in place. “Trying to keep quiet so your roommates don’t hear you breaking the rules?” His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

Blood rushed to your face “Of course not!” you practically shouted “I’ve slept with multiple people.” Which was not any of his business. You weren’t sure why you blurted it out.

A smirk graced Keigo’s features. He was enjoying the rise he was getting out of you. His other hand pushed a strand of hair out of your face, succeeding in making you even more flustered. Your nerve endings were on fire, begging to be touched. Tequila swirling in your mind, encouraging you to give in.

“You’re supposed to be seducing me, not the other way around.” His breath caused goosebumps.

“Please just shut up.” You turned your head to avert your eyes, the blush still painfully apparent on your cheeks. Keigo grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes back to his.

“Only if you make me.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, you went for it. Grabbing a fistfull of his hair, you closed the distance between you. It didn’t take long for him to take the lead, his lips bruising your own. His teeth pulled on your lower lip, causing you to let out a small sigh. Keigo used the chance to grant his tongue entrance, fighting your own for dominance.

Limbs intertwined, your hands clenched the back of his shirt. Keigo’s mouth moved from your lips to the edge of your jaw, trailing lower as he kept your chin in place with his hand. His mouth continued to trail lower as he sucked on the sweet spot by your collar bone. A moan left your mouth, causing Keigo to bite down. Your nails dug into his back, eliciting a low growl from his throat. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair with his opposite hand, pulling to give himself easier access.

Your eyes closed as the room started to spin around you. It was euphoric. It was hard to tell whether it was the booze or the way his mouth moved across your skin, but it felt like heaven. Enough so that when he removed his mouth from your skin, the first feeling was disappointment.

“What?” your voice came out as a harsh whisper “Don’t stop.” You’d beg if you had to, not that you’d tell him that.

“Stop?” Keigo smirked “Baby, I’m just getting started.” In one swift movement he pulled the shirt off his head revealing his sculpted chest and adonis belt. If you were a lesser woman you might have actually drooled at the sight. Being a part of the entertainment industry you were well aware that taking care of your body was important, but it was clear that his was a labor of love.

“LIke what you see?” He smirked, signifying your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was hot, sure, but he was still a cocky bastard. You rolled your eyes before pulling him back into another heated kiss, allowing him to lift your arms up before he pulled the hem of your dress up and over. Leaving you in your bra and the smallest pair of panties you owned.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman, so ladies first.” Keigo kept eye contact as he dropped slowly to his knees, taking the strings of your panties down with him. Leaving you on display. Your core twitched in anticipation when you felt his hot breath on the inside of your thigh. Planting light kisses as he moved his way upward. He tossed your leg over his shoulder, unbalancing you for just a moment, for better access.

Your eyes rolled back as he lazily traced shapes onto your clit with his tongue. Back pressing further into the wall to arch yourself into him, you grabbed a fistful of his hair. Desperate for something to hold on to. He alternated between fast and slow, short and long before using his fingers to tease at your entrance.

“Damn Baby, are you already this wet for me?” He pulled away if only for a moment, his index finger pushing past your lips into your core.

“Fuck Kei.” You groaned as your head arched back, “Do you get off on hearing yourself talk?”  It was your current opinion that there were other things you would rather his mouth do. You felt him smile into your folds, slipping a second finger into your wet pussy. The new sensation filling you up from the inside, making you feel like you could crack at any moment.

Heat continued to build inside you as Keigo’s pace quickened. Curling his fingers into a spot none of your previous lovers had even tried to find all while keeping pace with his tongue. It didn’t take long for you to boil over, moaning out his name. Keigo removed his fingers as he rose to meet you, lips crashing into yours allowing you to taste yourself. His fingers quickly moved, fumbling against the clasp of your bra, clear that the tequila still had a hold on him as well.

Fabric fell to the floor as he grabbed your breast in his hand, playing with your nipple while he took the other breast in his mouth. Tongue flicking and sucking until you reached a stiff peak. Your hands made their way down to his belt, trying to ignore the sensation enough to concentrate on the buckle. Clear that you were struggling, Keigo removed himself from you to unbutton and throw down his pants at an almost inhuman speed.

Even his dick was magnificent. The brief thought passed your mind of how many other people he brought back to his penthouse after a recording session. Drunk and ready to make bad decisions.

His hands grabbed onto your ass, giving it a squeeze before hoisting you into the air and back down onto his hips. You could already feel his rock hard erection teasing at you. Keigo pushed your back into the wall, causing a small gasp of air to leave your lips. He positioned himself so he was at your entrance. His head grazing your lips before thrusting himself inside, your sufficiently soaked pussy allowing him to bury himself in one motion.

Keigo let out a moan, his forehead resting on yours briefly as he let himself acclimate to just how tight you were. It was difficult to describe just how full and amazing he felt inside you. Your breathing picked up as he slowly began to thrust in and out.

The small ‘oh’s’ and ‘ ah’s’ from your mouth filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin. Keigo’s mouth returned to your collarbone as he picked up his pace, nearly removing himself from your cunt before pushing himself back in, almost punching you in the cervix. Every vein felt like it was made to please you, sending your nerves into a frenzy.

“Holy fuck you feel good.” His breathing matched your own, rough and uneven. Enough to send shivers down your spine. Your head arched back, enjoying the sensation of his cock while he adjusted himself to put your nipple in his mouth. Nails traced thin white lines down his back, lightly breaking the tattooed skin.

The building sensation was quickly becoming overwhelming. Your mind unable to focus on your surroundings, only your impending release. “Oh Fuck, Kei. I’m gonna cum.” You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your other hand gripping onto his shoulder. Your words causing him to go feral, his pace increasing exponentially as he gripped harder into your thighs. His fingertips sure to leave bruises. He brought his mouth back up to yours, his tongue thrashing with your own in a sloppy kiss.

The bundle of nerves inside you, that kept winding tighter and tighter exploded. You gripped harder as the wave of sensation washed over you, continuing to hold on as Keigo reached his own release, emptying himself inside of you.  You rested your forehead against his, enjoying the moment of bliss before he pulled out.

“So..” Keigo smiled “Think you’re ready to record a number one single?”

[shhhlikeme]

Hello, could I request tendou with an S/O who never wears revealing clothing suddenly surprises him one day wearing a virgin killer sweater? Thank you!

I HAD TO SEARCH WHAT THE SWEATER YOU SPEAK OF WAS AND WHEN I SAW IT 😳😳😳😳🥵 WHEW BOYYYYYY—I SEE HOW IT GOT ITS NAME, BECAUSE FAM—

(Pictures below & I love Tendou so much HE’S SO FINE to me 💦like sir plssssssssssssss)

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Tendou Satori Seeing His S/O In A Virgin Killer Sweater For The First Time! 👕

(NSFW) 18+

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Tendou is the most supportive and motivational boyfriend in the world....everybody knows that

He’s literally always lifting you up (mentally and physically) and calling you cute and perfect

He loves the fact that you’re always fully covered because he doesn’t have to kill every guy who turns your way because he knows they’re only wishing you were naked, which was kind of better, if that makes sense

You have no reason to dress the way you do you just do because you like the style. If you can look sexy while fully clothed it was much more chic to you

And your man agreed that you looked sexy all the time in your turtle necks and lose high waisted boyfriend jeans >>>

One day you went to his apartment knowing your red headed baby was probably bouncing off the walls awaiting your arrival

You invited yourself over for the first time because you just finished a full spring cleaning at your apartment and your boyfriend’s could definitely use one too even though he was pretty clean

You packed a big bag of cleaning supplies and headed over to his place

Bby met you at your car and carried everything up for you, insisting on holding your hand with his free hand the entire trip to the 4th floor and swinging your linked hands

“Babe, you’re embarrassing me.” You try to hide your face behind your hair as a family looks at you two grown adults acting like 4-year-olds.

“Oh Y/N, where is your LOVE spirit hmmm???”

“In the house. Where no one can see us.” You said seriously and your boyfriend only started humming happily like you hadn’t said anything.

You both loved being in eachothers company

Your boyfriend’s infectiously overjoyed and odd personality was addicting and he knew it, despite what you said

15 minutes in, Satori had been trying to help you spring clean but he was doing the most trying to dance with you and name each dish so you ordered him to just sit on the couch until you were done

Your initial plan was to have him literally sit on the couch and stay out of your way anyway but he rarely if ever listened

You had to tell him again and again

He fought you on the not helping front but you promised him a reward when everything was complete if he did it and Satori LOVED rewards so he made friends with the couch and turned on the tv

Phew 😅

You put your hair up and opened all the windows in case of dust. you were about to put on your cleaning gloves when you realized you were still in your nice outfit

Luckily in your cleaning bag you packed an extra so you rummaged through the bag where you placed something you’d never ever wear, something you don’t care about because those are fine if they got destroyed with bleach

You find the random sweater that your bestie had gotten you for your birthday that you placed in there. She’s always trying to get you to spice up your wardrobe but you threaten to fight her when she does so now she just buys you things and puts them in your closet

You secretly wear them for paint night or spring cleaning days like today

Knowing you’d never wear something that shows so much skin on a regular day, you slipped it on. it’s a rather odd knit sweater with no sleeves and it fit almost like a short dress. It defied all fashion laws and you thought it was hideous:

Perfect!

While your boyfriend is watching television, you slip back on your gloves and begin with watering his plants

Your cute lanky boy was bobbing his head to some singer on The Voice, cheering his fave on like it was a sport

He jumped on the couch to sing along and dance to the show knowing good and well you hate when he does that because he has broken a lot of furniture that exact same way

“Satori! What did I—oh my goodness!”

Your boyfriend had turned to you mid jump when you yelled his name but because he saw you in the sexiest outfit ever made, he lost his footing and balance on the descent and fell fast to the floor.

“Oh my God!!” You dropped the empty plant watering pot you were holding and raced to your boyfriends side. His eyes were closed for dramatic effect and he was waving his hands in front of him as if he didn’t know that the reason he couldn’t see is because his eyes are closed.

“Satori, baby, are you okay?!” You pat him down to ensure no broken bones and you caress his face. He grimaced.

“My head.......I can’t seeeee.....owww.....”

Your boyfriend groaned with his eyes still closed.

“My poor Tendou! Did you hit your head on the floor?! How many fingers am I holding up?!” You held up four fingers in front of his face while you slipped your other hand under his head so that it was resting on something softer.

Your boyfriend shakes his head and shrugs, his face contorted in pain.

“Open your eyes and maybe you’ll see how many fingers, Satori.” 😑 you say, fighting an eye roll.

“I need.......a doctor..........it hurts to open my eyes!” He exclaimed, clutching his head.

Your heart dropped and your face fell, uber worried that your boyfriend had a serious concussion. “Please open them and try, baby. I need you to identify 3 things in this room and if you can’t then we will go to the hospital. 3 things for me baby, try.”

Tendo squinted his eyes open barely. “I see.....” he cringes and you clutch him tighter. Your heart was beating so fast. Satori moved his head in your hand, looking over at the fallen watering jug.

“I see.....jugs.” He said.

You let out the breath you had been holding in, so happy that your boyfriend was able to identify something correctly. This was a good sign. “Oh my God Satori baby I really thought I’d need to bring you to—wait. Jugs? As in the plural?? How many jugs do you see Satori?”

Your boyfriend shook his head in displeasure at your loud voice. “I see three.” He finished while clutching his head again.

Your internal panic returned. He must be seeing triple since that is a symptom of a serious concussion! This was bad.

“Okay, come on I’m calling Ushijima we are going to the hospital—“

Your spaced-out sounding boyfriend felt the need to elaborate on his answer. He was speaking so softly you had to lean in closer just so you could hear him. “I see one jug over there...” The red head used both his hands to double point to the jug you dropped across the room.

“And two more jugs................................................here.”

His pointing hands moved in a semi circle that you followed with your eyes in confusion, until they landed on your boobs when he said ‘here.’

Gapping at your boyfriend like a fish, you went silent. You looked down at his hands, to his now smiling and very alert face, back to his hands and then back to his face that gave you a wink.

YOU.

WERE.

GOING.

TO.

KILL.

HIM.

Seething, you took a deep breath,

“TENDO SATORI YOU ARE SO DEA——mmmm.”

You started to yell at him but you were stopped because your boyfriend began to massage your boobs in your sweater, knowing that was your utter weakness. You moaned and bit your lip, all the anger you had toward killing him relinquishing from your body and replaced by pleasure.

Your boyfriend smirked as he lifted to sit up on his butt. “Oh no. You cannot get mad at me, little lady.” He tsk-ed, ever the broadway actor. “I still fell because of you, so it’s really your fault, hmmmm?” Through your sweater Tendo pinched your newly hard nipples and flicked them. It felt so nice and soft with the cotton material touching your sensitive areoles but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Do you even know what this sweater is, beautiful? What it does?” He looked into your lust filled eyes with even darker ones. You shook your head, pressing your boobs into his attentive, so attentive hands.

“Fuck me, of course you don’t.......” He looked you up and down and licked his lips as he went back to groping your boobs pleasurably. “It’s called a virgin killer sweater, you inexperienced princess.” He tweaked your nipples again and came in close to you to kiss up and down your neck. When he pulled back to see you again and saw that you were still in the sweater and not fully covered as always, his semi boner grew to full length.

“Oh, am I going to have fun with you....” Your boyfriend captured you in a heated kiss and slipped one of his hands between your legs to softly massage you through your panties.

When he pulled away you asked him while dizzy, “A what-a what sweater? Virgin? Murder? Huh?”

He chuckled darkly, moving his body so that he was on top of you and you were laying on the carpet. While on top of you he caressed your smooth exposed legs with his hand and then bent to their level so he could land kisses on your inner thighs.

“Legend has it,” he began between kisses as he covers your thighs in hickeys, “That if your girlfriend wears this sweater it automatically kills any virgin man because he would just have to make love to you after seeing you in it.....”

You sighed in pleasure as your boyfriend removed your panties. He always became so serious when it came to sex and it was a parallel to his jokester personality.

But you loved it, especially when he was kissing your inner thighs so close to your needy spot like a damn professsio—

“Oh my G-God Satori,” you moaned as you felt your boyfriend’s long, purposeful tongue lick you from one end of your slit to the other. You were drenched down there from the nipple attention he started with and your boyfriend moaned in satisfaction as he tasted you on his tongue. You arched your back because of the vibrations of his sound.

“S-Satori.... we-we’re on the gr-ground.....”

Ignoring you, your man made a “W” shape with his tongue and dove in, paying special attention to stimulating your clit by encircling it which made you tug on his red hair.

He pulled back to softly blow cool air on your clit and you almost pulled out your baby’s hair because how good it felt!!

“F-fuck—“ you moaned.

After blowing on it to make it cold he replaced it with his warm tongue as to shift you from cold to hot sensations. Your toes curled. He was incredible at oral sex and he knew it.

Your boyfriend reached a hand up the inside of your sweater and grabbed one of your bare boobs, massaging it the way you loved. Usually your boyfriend spread the foreplay out in long sections, using his key ‘cum right now’ techniques like the boob play, the blowing, the moaning on your vag and the “W” at different points to draw out your orgasm, but right now he was combining all of them at once just to turn you on. To make you beg for him now so he could fuck you sooner. He couldn’t wait already, and he knew just how to get you to the same place as him in arousal.

He’s smart.

“I-I need you now, Ten, please—“

You grip his hair trying to pull him up so his dick would replace his perfect tongue. You were about to cum. “I need you inside me now.”

Pinching your nipple and blowing on your clit one more time before sucking it into his mouth, letting it go slowly and then kissing you there (to which you screaaamed his name), Tendou looked up at you with a winning smile. “Oh, that is music to my ears, baby.”

He unbuckled his pants and removed them, along with his shirt.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tongue fuck you and tease you longer, my love. I had to pull out all the stops right away because I need to be inside you right now. You have no idea what seeing you in that sweater is doing to me, princess.” Fully naked in all his glory, you look down to see your boyfriends hard cock standing at full attention.

“Tendo, I don’t care it felt amazing. I-just put your dick inside me—“

He grinned, circling his dripping precum all over his long dick. He leaned forward on you so that he could use your vaginal juices as lubricant. He rubbed his length between your pussy lips back and forth slowly not entering you yet, groaning as he did so. He was teasing himself like no tomorrow in the process.

You bit your lip and shut your eyes tightly as your orgasm approached without him even being inside you yet. Him lubricating himself on you manually felt too great and your toes curled and your back arched as you screamed his name over and over, riding out your first orgasm of the night.

“Oh my God, Princess.....” Still rubbing his dick in between your soaked and sensitive lips, your boyfriend stared down at you the whole time, only a little surprised that you climaxed so early.

To Tendou, seeing you orgasm while wearing a virgin killer sweater was absolutely the hottest thing HE’S ever seen!

“Y/N you looked unbelievable cumming right now........ Fair warning that I’m not going to be able to pull out. Not today—“ using his hand he spreads your wetness on any area still left uncovered. He stared at your chest in the sweater. “This looks perfect on you......it highlights your every feature. Your tits, your hips, your legs? How did I get you?” His eyes twinkled because he was so proud for managing to court you that he was going to make sure you two enjoyed this.

“The moment I saw you in this sweater my mind told me to stick my dick inside you.... I don’t know. I—“ Satori groaned as he witnessed you spread your legs open for him, wrapping them around his waist, inviting him inside.

“Let the sweater work it’s magic then, Satori.” You coo impatiently. Your seductive voice went straight to his dick as it pulsated on your lips.

He was about to explain to you just how fucking sexy you looked laying splat on the floor, dressed in a virgin killer sweater, face looking as kinds of seductive, but he couldn’t wait any longer. You looked too hot. He guessed he’d just have to show you.

“Fuuuuuuck Y/N.......”

Satori moaned loudly as he pushed inside your gripping walls.

He lifted your sweater up a tad so he could see your naked hips and tugged you closer to him. He was sitting on his knees with your legs wrapped around him.

Satori took three, maybe four slow testing thrusts that made you shudder before he began pounding into your heat rhythmically. Your combined juices were probably making a mess on the floor but neither of you cared because it felt so fucking good. While you and Tendo have fucked before this time was different. Your boyfriend was pounding into you as if he had no control over it and you loved it. It was like he was put under some spell when the sweater came on and you would like to thank the Genie 🧞‍♂️ who sprinkled their magic on this sweater design because you were happily reaping the benefits of its powers.. You moaned so loudly the plants must have heard you.

“You.....can’t....wear.....this.....around....me.” said Ten, matching his words to his thrusts. Seeing you look so sexy being fucked by him dressed like this, Tendou felt his balls tighten. You felt extraordinary inside but the look of you alone was driving him to the edge.

“You.....look......too......fucking.....good.....”

He reached down to rub your clit with his skilled fingers, hoping you were going to come over the edge with him. You arched your back in that sweater when he touched you there and you took it upon yourself to bunch the sweater material between your boobs so that they were naked and free. Satori felt like he was going to pass out by how hot you looked.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t even last because you’re wearing this? Shit, I’m gonna—“ Still thrusting and massaging your clit a bit harder now, he reached up to roll your hard nipple between his fingers again with his the other hand.

HOLD UP CAUSE I NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YALL:

THIS RED HEADED SEX GOD HAD BOTH HIS HANDS BUSY STIMULATING YOU AND HE WAS STILL GIVING YOU LONG DEEP THRUSTS: He was a jack of all trades and you were here for it huntyyy!

Moaning like you’ve never moaned before, you screamed your boyfriends name.

Satori was already there but he just knew that you had to cum with him. He was a very giving lover and he always made sure you came before him during penetration, despite whether you came earlier due to his tongue or not. But, now......with you dressed like that.......he wasn’t prepared for how much more turned on he’d be and consequently how much faster his tidal wave of an orgasm would hit him.

It was YOU, and it was THAT FUCKING SWEATER—and then it was you IN that sweater—that made Satori go from playing a joke on you because he only caught a glimpse of you in that: to fucking you silly on the ground when he saw you fully. You in that sweater made him want to empty his balls deep inside your heat over and over every time you wore it until you decide to throw it out.

As you gripped him deep inside your hot box as you always did, the pleasure was enhanced for your boyfriend due to your sexiness in that sweater. It was Satori’s toes’ turn to curl as his head fell back because he couldn’t handle the maximized erotica of watching you AND fucking you.

“I’m.....going.....to........cum........so........fucking......much.... Y/N—“ he moaned sexily.

One more deep stroke was all it took for Tendo to release a 15-second long orgasm inside you. Of course, his orgasm and his deep moans triggered your second one and you also rode out the longest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Still inside you, Satori collapsed with his back leaning on the back of the couch. You moved so that you were straddling him and leaned the entire front of your body on his front. You both panted like you just ran two 50K marathons.

Still trying to catch your breath you said,

“Wow. You’ve never cum that long before, babe. So you mean to tell me that our usual mind blowing sex had another level?!” You ask incredulously as your boyfriend peppered kisses on your shoulder.

“You mean to tell me that I can make you feel even better just by wearing this?! I’m not taking this off then.”

Tendo who had oddly already caught his breath, stood up with you still in his arms. He was usually all up for cockwarming after sex but that would be a no-go right now when you were looking so delectable. His dick hardened inside you as he walked you both around to the other side of the couch.

“Be careful what you wish for, Y/N.” your gorgeous red head warned as he placed you down on the couch and started sucking on your neck. You moaned as Tendo’s length twitched inside you. “Because you’re still wearing it now, and one of the side effects of this sweater isn’t only longer... stronger.. orgasms—“ He pulled out to thrust deep inside you, earning a moan from you both. Ten was horny again. “—It’s also its ability to make your boyfriend want to go again, and again, and again.....”

[onceinabluehanguangjun]

ao3

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Isn’t my entire life just a series of me doing you favors?”

Wei Ying grinned wildly as Wen Qing glared a hole into his face, as per usual. Neither of them broke until her little brother, Wen Ning, quietly laughed at them with his eyes on the cup of tea in his hand. Wen Qing softened almost immediately and Wei Ying stuck his tongue out.

“What do you need, Qingqing?”

Wen Qing rolled her eyes, but she sat up a little straighter to sell whatever favor she needed from him.

“You know how my school does little carnival-esque fundraisers where everyone sets up a booth and shit?” she asked. Wei Ying nodded.

“Because they’re stupid rich and somehow wanna suck even more money from their students, including the ones who are there on scholarship, yes, I know how it does that.”

“Exactly,” Wen Qing agreed, taking a deep breath, “My group‒just me and a couple of other scholarship students‒decided to do a kissing booth because they’ve done well in the past years and I’m not trying to get on the dean’s bad side.”

“Oooh, a kissing booth? How shameless! Do you need me to do your makeup so you get more willing participants?” Wei Ying teased. Wen Qing stared at him blankly until he laughed and gestured for her to continue.

“I need your help finding someone to, like, be the face and do all the kissing. Someone rich people will want to pay to kiss. I need a guy, Mianmian’s already agreed to take one for the team,” Wen Qing said. Wei Ying’s smile slowly found his face.

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it.”

“That’s not at all where I was‒”

“I understand, I’m irresistible! And I’m a great kisser, so they’ll probably even come back for seconds,” Wei Ying insisted, sitting back. Wen Ning was back to suppressing his laughter.

“You don’t shut up long enough for anyone to kiss you,” Wen Qing said, “I was hoping for you to ask Lan Zhan, maybe.” Wei Ying scoffed.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying repeated. He thought of his rigid next-door neighbor that he all but forced to be his best friend. He went to her ridiculous school and was one of the rich ones. Not that he wasn’t smart enough to get there on scholarship, but he had the money. Still, the idea of him at a kissing booth was laughable. “Lan Zhan would be terrible at that!”

“Why? He’s conventionally attractive, that’s what we need,” Wen Qing insisted.

“First of all, conventionally attractive sounds like an insult to him,” Wei Ying said, ignoring the way she took a deep breath of annoyance, “Second of all, he’s the most uptight person ever! I don’t think he kisses people. Or ever plans to. I can’t imagine him kissing anyone without being extremely uncomfortable and deciding never to do it again.”

“You can’t imagine him kissing anyone?” Wen Qing asked slowly, raising a dubious eyebrow. Wei Ying shook his head.

“No! He doesn’t even like being touched, why would want to kiss anyone? Silly suggestion. I’ll do great! Much better than he would,” Wei Ying said firmly. Wen Qing shook her head.

“I know you, you won’t like doing that.”

“What do you mean? I’m going to love it! Kissing rich randoms all day sounds awesome. Besides, maybe one of them can fall in love with me and I’ll have a sugar daddy. Or mommy. I’m not picky at this point,” Wei Ying insisted. Wen Qing closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Come on! Let me do it!”

“If you agree to this, you realize you can’t go back on it? You have to actually commit, you can’t chicken out,” Wen Qing insisted. Wei Ying gasped playfully, putting his hand over his heart.

“How dare you insinuate I’m not reliable! Ning-di, tell your sister I’m the most reliable person she’s ever met,” Wei Ying said. Wen Ning looked up with wide, doe eyes when he realized he was being dragged into the conversation. He looked between the two of them.

“Ying-ge did help me finish my project last week,” he said, “And every other project. And made sure it didn’t break on the way to school.”

“See! Reliable!”

“Helping my brother with homework is one thing, you kissing a bunch of people without panicking is another thing,” she said.

“Why would I panic?” Wei Ying scoffed. 

Sure, he was almost 18 and hadn’t had his first kiss yet, but that was normal. Besides, what better way to get your first kiss over with than in the least sexy and most clinical way possible? It’d be like a practice round and when he had his first real kiss, then he’d be even better at it than he knew he already would be.

Still, Wen Qing fixed him with a look.

“Alright, fine. But when you freak out, you’re still gonna go through with it. See you next week.”

Wei Ying snorted as she stood up and he leaned towards Wen Ning.

“She loves me.”

“Yeah,” Wen Ning agreed. Wei Ying’s smile was a lot more genuine as he sat back in his chair, his cheeks tinted a bit red at the casualness of it. He was younger than him by a few years, barely 15 and ridiculously shy. But he wasn’t shy about how much he enjoyed Wei Ying’s friendship and that always threw him for a loop. “Bye, Ying-ge.”

“Bye! Text me if you need homework help,” he said, sending them off with a wave.

Wei Ying was left alone for just long enough to get a bit antsy with not much to do other than stare at his phone. However, Lan Zhan came to the rescue, as per usual, and filled the empty seat.

“Lan Zhan! How was orchestra practice?” Wei Ying asked, leaning forward. Lan Zhan, with his perfect posture and his cute little uniform and his adorable little curtain bangs, sat his bag in the chair beside him and carefully took a sip of the tea he’d ordered.

“Fine,” he said simply. Wei Ying nodded.

“That’s good. You just missed Wen Ning and Wen Qing, they were here. Oh, she mentioned that fundraiser. What booth are you doing?” he pressed. Lan Zhan looked at him through his eyelashes over the cup, momentarily making eye contact. Warmth bloomed in Wei Ying’s chest. He always felt special when Lan Zhan made eye contact with him. It reminded him that they really were friends and Lan Zhan didn’t hate him.

“No booth,” he answered, “Uncle agreed to simply donate the required amount so I wouldn’t have to attend.”

“Of course, of course,” Wei Ying said. He knew Lan Zhan wasn’t really a fan of crowds, so that made sense. “But, ah, well, I’ll be there, so maybe you’ll come by anyway?”

“You’ll be there?” Lan Zhan asked, slowly putting his cup down. Wei Ying smiled and nodded, leaning forward even more.

“Yeah, Wen Qing needed a guy to do the kissing booth,” Wei Ying said. Lan Zhan blinked a few times and his eyebrows raised.

“A kissing booth?”

“Yes!”

“And you will be… doing the kissing?” he asked. He had a similarly skeptical tone in his voice to Wen Qing and Wei Ying couldn’t help but make a hurt noise.

“Why does everyone think so little of me? I can kiss strangers with no problem!”

“Mn.”

“Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan kept his eyes on the table as he took another sip of tea. Wei Ying was really interested to know what about it made it seem so impossible that he would be willing to kiss strangers. Did he really seem that innocent and inexperienced? He clearly needed to work on the vibe he was giving off. 

“It seems,” Lan Zhan said, pausing for a long moment as his grip tightened on his cup, “Unsanitary.”

“Ah, I’ll buy a whole bottle of mouthwash for the day, how’s that?” he says.

“Mn.”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying called, leaning even further to the point his head was almost on the table and his arms were stretched out. Lan Zhan wasn’t smiling, but it was very close. His features had gone all soft and Wei Ying highly considered pinching his cheek. “You and Wen Qing are so mean to me. Can’t I have enough confidence to kiss half the girls in your school for money?” 

Lan Zhan blinked slowly in that way that drove Wei Ying just a bit insane. He moved and spoke so slow sometimes. Wei Ying was convinced if he was anyone else, Lan Zhan would never be able to hold his attention. He even had to listen to podcasts on 1.5x speed just so he wouldn’t lose interest.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Ying slumped in his chair and groaned.

“I’m going to prove it to you and Wen Qing that I’m entirely capable of pulling this off.”

“Alright.”

Wei Ying glared at him, but it didn’t last long. It was hard to glare at him for long. Instead, he sighed dramatically and took out his earbuds, the wire hanging as he held one of them out to Lan Zhan. He accepted it and slowly put it in his ear as Wei Ying put the other in his. They had to lean a bit into the counter to share, but they’d been doing this nearly every day for as long as Wei Ying could remember.

“This episode’s on King Leopold II.”

“Mn.”

-

Wei Ying was fine.

Every day leading up to the kissing booth, he’d been fine. Wen Qing had texted him and reminded him that he couldn’t back out and he would say, ‘why would I want to?!’ and he was serious. This would be fine.

But now that he was set to be there in two hours, he was starting to lose his nerve.

“Jiejie, do I look alright?” Wei Ying asked for what was probably the billionth time. Jiang Yanli looked up from her laptop and gave him a very thoughtful look so he wouldn’t call her out for just saying he looked good without thought.

“You look very handsome.”

“Handsome? I don’t need to look handsome, I need to look hot.”

“A-Ying, I think you’re going to have a line of people wanting to kiss you,” she insisted. Wei Ying sighed, dragging his body over to her. He fell to her bed dramatically and let himself indulge in the sound of her amused laughter as he dropped his head to her shoulder. “What’s wrong, A-Ying?”

He sighed, “Have you ever kissed anyone, Jiejie?”

“Yes,” she answered easily. He tried not to let the instinctive face of disgust take over.

“Do you think any of the girls will know I’ve never kissed anyone?”

“Well, probably not because it’ll be short kisses, won’t they? They’ll be none the wiser,” she said. Wei Ying still managed a pout.

“Will you beat them up if they laugh at me?”

“Of course I will,” Jiang Yanli laughed softly, her hand reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear. Wei Ying nodded and tried to calm his mind down with her presence.

He was sad to see that it only helped a little bit.

“I’m gonna go change into something hotter,” he said. Jiang Yanli laughed and nodded.

“Alright. Don’t leave without a goodbye.”

“I won’t.”

Wei Ying made his way into his room and looked at himself in the mirror hanging on his closet. He’d left his hair down because he thought maybe he looked edgy, but he was beginning to think it was just a recipe for disaster. If he left it down, he’d just mess with it the entire time. He raked it into a messy ponytail and pulled a bit down to frame his face. His nails scraped over the shaved sides and wondered if those should be touched up too.

Instead of thinking too much about that, Wei Ying quickly changed his shirt again. This time he tried a black button-up which he stopped buttoning when the top four were undone. He stared at himself and buttoned another one and then stared at himself and then unbuttoned it.

“Why do I care so much? I’m never going to see these girls again. This is totally useless, this is just for practice,” he grumbled to himself, though he could already feel his face getting warmer and warmer by the minute. It was all fine when it was just a thing he agreed to. Now that he actually had to do it, well…

“Wei Ying?”

Wei Ying nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard his name, spinning around with his hand over his heart. Lan Zhan stood there in the doorway, hands neatly behind his back. There were many times in life where Wei Ying was happy to see him, but this was easily one of his favorites. He needed a distraction and Lan Zhan was good at that.

“Warn a man next time, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, though he was thankful for being startled. For a moment, his head emptied. 

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said, taking a step inside his bedroom.

“What are you doing here? Not that I don’t like seeing your face, but I figured you’d be spending the evening curled up with a good book or, or a movie. Or a new K-Drama, maybe. Something other than thinking about the lame fundraiser. Super lame, you know,” Wei Ying rambled. 

Lan Zhan nodded and his hand reached out the grab the edge of the door. Wei Ying’s eyes followed it as he closed it, leaving the two of them in the room alone. He could count on one hand how many times they’d been in a closed space completely alone. Somehow it made his throat feel dry. Though, that might be him freaking out about the kissing booth still.

“Wen Qing asked me to check on you,” Lan Zhan said, “To make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine,” Wei Ying said, standing up straighter, “She needs to learn to stop babying me. I’m a grown man.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed, his hands returning to the space behind his back as he took a step closer, “So I should tell her you aren’t worried.”

“I’m not! I’m fine!” Wei Ying said and if his voice was a bit higher than normal, so what.

Lan Zhan took a step back.

“Mn. I was going to help you relax, but if you’re relaxed, then I’ll go,” he said. It was bait and Wei Ying knew it was bait, but he couldn’t help himself but call out.

“Wait,” he said, pulling at the hem of his shirt, “What were you gonna do? Like, in case I was nervous.”

Wei Ying would never say it, but there was something about Lan Zhan that made his mind a bit easier. He seemed to quiet some of the noise just by being there. Yes, he spoke slow and moved slow, but that forced Wei Ying’s brain to do the same.

Lan Zhan took a step forward again.

“I was going to say that kissing isn’t that complicated,” he said. Wei Ying rolled his eyes.

“How would you know?” Lan Zhan’s eyebrow raised and Wei Ying’s stomach plummeted as it came to his attention that perhaps he’d been wrong about that. Lan Zhan took another step closer to him. Wei Ying swallowed. “I have a confession to make, Lan Zhan.”

“Mn.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” he said. Saying it out loud just made him feel even more nervous. “And now I feel stupid and like I’m going to embarass myself. All those girls have probably kissed a ton of guys and they’d be paying money just for me to let them down and then I’ll let Wen Qing down because they’ll tell their friends that it wasn’t that good. Then I’m going to have to come up with a way to pay for her share of the donation because it’ll be‒”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, voice low and smooth and distracting.

“What?”

“Wei Ying,” he repeated, taking another step closer. 

Wei Ying’s eyes shifted between his close proximity and the closed door. Lan Zhan’s hand moved from behind his back to reach up and gently place on Wei Ying’s jaw. His mind started spinning with a whole new wave of thoughts.

“Oh,” Wei Ying said seconds before Lan Zhan closed the space between them.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen‒mainly because what the fuck‒but Wei Ying found himself shocked when it lasted longer than a couple seconds like he was sure the kissing booth kisses were going to be. Instead, Lan Zhan tilted his head and parted his lips just a little, just enough to slot perfectly around Wei Ying’s bottom lip to give it a little kiss of its own. He then pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and then another peck right on his lips before pulling back.

Wei Ying stood there, frozen as he stared at Lan Zhan with wide eyes. He hadn’t realized he wanted to do that. 

“Close your eyes, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan instructed softly.

“Well, wait, are you gonna do that again?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan got that whole soft-faced thing again and nodded, so Wei Ying promptly shut his eyes.

They were the same height so there truly was no reason for Lan Zhan to touch his chin and tilt his head up, but it certainly made things a bit more fun. Lan Zhan kissed him again, parting his lips again much sooner and Wei Ying followed suit. He mimicked the way Lan Zhan moved, hoping that it wasn’t too embarrassing and somehow not giving a shit even if it was. It was good.

And then Lan Zhan pushed his tongue past Wei Ying’s lips.

Wei Ying gasped in response, moving back just a little and Lan Zhan immediately stopped. He opened his eyes and made eye contact with him, up close and personal.

“You, like, actually know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Wei Ying asked.

“Mn.”

“Who have you been kissing, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying teased, feeling a bit more than giddy. He pushed himself onto his toes and draped his arms around his neck. Lan Zhan had to tilt his head back just a bit to maintain eye contact and Wei Ying was enamored. “Wait, wait, don’t talk, just keep going.”

“Mn.”

Lan Zhan met his lips again, his tongue immediately pressing into his mouth and this time Wei Ying was expecting it. It was a little weird, but it was nothing he couldn’t adjust to. Nothing he wanted to stop. Especially not when Lan Zhan easily held the brunt of his weight the more he pressed into his personal space, causing him to arch his back as he did so.

His hands slid down to Wei Ying’s hips, giving them a small squeeze as he tugged him closer. Wei Ying continued to mimic him‒copying the way his tongue moved, the way his teeth grazed his lips, the way he didn’t mind if it got a little messy and a little gross. It would probably be gross with anyone else.

It was all normal until Wei Ying made a needy little noise that he hadn’t intended. He could feel his face grow warm and he considered pulling back, but Lan Zhan’s hand moved back to his jaw and he kissed him deeper. Then Lan Zhan started backing him up until his legs hit his bed.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying gasped, trying to catch his breath as he broke the kiss. Lan Zhan’s eyes opened again and met him.

“Wei Ying,” he said.

Wei Ying tightened his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck, finding himself quite desperate to keep him in his grasp. Lan Zhan obliged by not even trying to leave as his hand rubbed up and down his side mindlessly. He wanted to stare at him forever.

“Lan Zhan, why’d you do that?” Wei Ying asked after he was back to breathing normally. Or, as normally as he could when he was still this close to Lan Zhan. He was pretty sure Lan Zhan could feel his heart thudding in his chest. “Were you just being polite so I wouldn’t embarrass myself?”

Lan Zhan didn’t say a word, didn’t even hum.

“Was it because you’re just a good friend?” Wei Ying asked. Again, no answer. A pout slowly started to form on Wei Ying’s face. “Lan Zhaaan, give me an answer. I need to know!”

Lan Zhan’s eyes trailed away from him and down to the pout on his lips. And then he moved forward and took his pouting lip between his teeth. Wei Ying made a noise in shock, but he didn’t move away as he felt Lan Zhan’s tongue graze his lip. Then he was being kissed again and all of his questions left his head as Lan Zhan all but pushed him onto his bed.

He didn’t care what his motives were, he just didn’t want it to stop.

Lan Zhan hovered over him, leaving a trail of kisses over his cheek and his jaw and then to his neck. Somehow, that was when Wei Ying’s brain actually shut down. His eyes closed and his lips parted as he tried to keep steady breaths, his body all too attuned to the way Lan Zhan kissed and sucked and bit at his neck. There was no reason that should’ve felt as good as it did. It helped that he had his weight on him. All he could feel was Lan Zhan.

“Lan Zhan,” he said, bowing his head into his shoulder and hoping he didn’t minimize Lan Zhan’s target area. He kept his arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight as he did whatever he was doing to his neck. “Ahh, Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan.”

It was all cut short, though, when Wei Ying’s phone started ringing.

He very much wanted to ignore it, wanted to just continue doing this, but Lan Zhan reached for it and handed it to him. His biting and sucking turned into more patient kitten licks, but it was still distracting as all hell.

“What?” Wei Ying asked as he answered the phone, not bothering to see who was calling. He just hoped it wasn’t either of his adoptive parents.

“I’m going to be at your house in two minutes, so be outside,” Wen Qing said. Wei Ying’s eyes widened as he remembered that not only did he have to stop, but he had to kiss other people after this. How the hell was he supposed to do that?

And maybe he finally understood why Wen Qing had been hesitant.

“Okay, yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. See you soon, Qingqing,” he said.

“You too, Wei Ying,” she said back and for once she sounded a bit fond.

The moment the call was over, Wei Ying groaned and kicked his feet childishlessly. Lan Zhan hummed in what seemed to be amusement against his collarbone.

“Lan Zhan, this has ruined me for everyone else this evening, do you understand? How am I supposed to kiss a line of girls after that?” he asked. Lan Zhan moved to prop himself up on his elbow, looking down at Wei Ying. If he wasn’t still pressed up against him, he probably would’ve thrown a fit.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed, his fingers trailing idly up his body and to his neck where he pressed two fingers into a sore spot. Wei Ying furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to feel as well, still damp from Lan Zhan’s kisses. It took a few seconds to put together why it felt that way and his eyes went wide.

“Ahh,” he said, looking up to Lan Zhan, “Everyone’s gonna be able to see that in a few hours, won’t they?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agreed, the faintest of smiles on his lips, “I’m not.”

“Lan Zhan, you’re so cheeky, I can’t believe it!” Wei Ying laughed, wriggling a bit as he moved to lay on his side so he could be chest to chest with Lan Zhan, “Ah, but I have to go.”

“You do,” he said. Wei Ying pouted again, only slightly hoping that’d lead to more kisses. 

“Maybe if I use mouthwash like I said I would, you’ll kiss me like that later? Or, like, tomorrow‒at the latest, just in case I get sick of kissing after the booth,” Wei Ying said.

“Whenever Wei Ying wants,” Lan Zhan agreed. Wei Ying smirked easily, nudging his knee into Lan Zhan’s.

“Ah, don’t say that, you’ll be stuck with me hanging off you like a leech every day for the rest of your life,” Wei Ying teased.

“Alright,” Lan Zhan agreed. Wei Ying immediately felt his face flush and he bowed his head against Lan Zhan’s chest, shaking his head.

“How am I supposed to think straight if you agree to things like that?!” he whined. Lan Zhan hummed.

“Hopefully you won’t.”

“Was that a joke?” Wei Ying asked, lifting his head and laughing easily. Lan Zhan was smiling at him bigger than he ever had before. “Oh, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, stop it, I have to go and you’re making that impossible.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “Go.”

“And this isn’t the last time we do this, right? Like, I get more Lan Zhan kisses, you promise?” he asked, pushing himself up beginning to crawl over Lan Zhan’s body. He paused to hover over him and make eye contact to make sure this wasn’t just a very intense fever dream.

“Mn.”

“Okay then. I’ll go,” Wei Ying said, climbing off him slowly and taking a few wobbly steps backward. The further away he got, the more he got to take in the picturesque image of Lan Zhan laying in his bed. “And I’ll be back and I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Goodbye, Wei Ying.”

“Bye, Lan Zhan.”

Wei Ying somehow made it out of the front door in one piece, his heart still thudding as he thought about what just happened. He still wasn’t quite sure what it meant between them, but he did know it meant he probably wouldn’t have to worry about kissing too many strangers after this.

When Wen Qing pulled up in her old, beat-up car and he climbed into the passenger side, she gave him a once over.

“Wow,” she said, “You actually don’t look like you’re nervous. Guess Lan Zhan was actually helpful.”

“Yeah,” Wei Ying laughed, touching his bottom lip, “Super helpful.”

[itsdingdong]

Define Us - pjm

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader

Genre: smut, angst, roommate au, slice of life, some fluff

Warnings: explicit language, smut

Word count:3792

18+

Synopsis: The day you enroll the university Jungkook is there to help you. When you have difficulties with the place you move in, Jungkook asks if you’d like to be his and his friend, Jimin’s roommate. The tension between you two is undeniable but you’re not certain of your feelings. How will things turn out with Jimin after a night out?

⌜Hope you’ll enjoy…💜⌟

You’ve met Jungkook on the day you enrolled to the university. He was in charge of helping the newcomers. There was a document missing and he was signed to help you. It was the last day of the enrollments and the guy that was supposed to be renting you the house you were going to move in turned out a fraud. That was the reason you got there the last minute. You found a place but it was too expensive and located way too far away from the school.

Having to spend the half of the day running here and there for signatures, you’ve become familiar with one another. After the term began, he would always call you over during breaks and you’d join him and his friends. You were so grateful that your breaks coincided with the only person you knew there.

Eventually you two ended up becoming good friends. One day, he was appalled to see your puffy red eyes as he was leaving the school. You ended up explaining him that you were having problems with your place. Right away he told you that him and his roommate were looking for a roommate and asked you if you’d like to move in with them. You didn’t take the offer right away since it’d be relatively odd to stay in a boys, let alone a person you’ve never met in person’s house but you finally gave in and decided to give it a shot.

 The highly anticipated weekend was finally here after an exhausting week. You going from place to place for job interviews to be able to pay the rent for Jungkook’s place which you now shared with his other friend Jimin.

With Jimin things were different. You were here now for almost 2 months and you got along very well. There was a chemistry. You couldn’t quite tell if it was a romantic or more of a sexual one, either way whenever he was around, your body somehow reacted to him.

It wasn’t obvious whether if he liked you or just wanted to fuck your brains out. On the other hand the attraction you felt towards him was something tad different than just lust. You wouldn’t hate going into bed with him but it was really likely for you to feel hurt afterwards to act as if nothing had happened. You guess you actually really did like him.

 It has been two weeks since you started looking up for a job and you finally landed in one. Part-time but enough to pay for your part of the rent. You were in front of the condo waiting for boys to let you in.  “What’s the password?” You could feel Jungkook smiling now through entry phone.

 “Let me in.”

 “Oh wrong address.”

 “I’ll be going then.” You pretend to leave and he chuckled and granted the entrance. You slowly made your way up.

“Come on in.”

You open the door and let yourself in.

 “Boys?”

 Jungkook and Jimin were both sat on the couch looking intently at the phone in Jungkook hands.

“You received a dick pick? Congrats!” You cooed at Jungkook as you closed the door behind you.

“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you?” Commented Jimin as he smirked at you. You smiled and shook your head disapprovingly as you start untying your shoes. “Fuck off.”

Jimin chuckled and motioned you hello with his free hand while Jungkook was still scrolling through something. “Hey.” You mouthed back. You went to your room to drop off your stuff and went back to the living room just before they stood up.

“Hey boys. How has your day been?”

 “Not bad really. How about yourself?” Jungkook spoke as poured himself some water from the counter.

 “Tiring but now I have a job!” You said shrugging.

 “Oh congratulations!”

 “Thank you. Thank you.”

 You did a little dance and took a bow.

 “How about we go out to celebrate? And this way you won’t be able to have an excuse.” You asked and looked at him expectantly. Jungkook stopped and thought quickly before nodding.

 “Why not? You coming too Jimin.” He nudged him.

 “Can’t let two ladies go out by themselves.” Jimin joked and came to you put his elbow on your shoulder and leaned on you. This made your heart skip a beat but you remained cool.

“Pfft. True.” Scoffed Jungkook. “Let me see if the boys will tag along.” And he left the room leaving you and Jimin alone. He moved away from you without breaking the eye contact. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”

 It took you approximately an hour to leave. Despite the common belief, boys took longer to get ready, defying the odds. Boys were going to meet you at the club.

As you were headed there you caught his eyes on you multiple times. The night was going to be interesting. Maybe tonight was going to be the one to define you. What you were to one another.

The boys were already here, encircling a table in the back of the club. Typical night out for them, or just whenever they were together it was all laughter and jokes, pretty much enjoying themselves no matter what. Jimin offered his arm to support you in your heels as you got to where the guys were.

“Finally! I was going to call the cops.”

“I swear this isn’t on me this time.” You put your hands up laughing.

“Well you look great love.” Hoseok complimented.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him humbly.

“The night has only begun, keep the flirting for later on.” Spoke Jin out of nowhere, making everything go absolutely awkward.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably next to you. “I’ll get the drinks. Jungkook, soju yeah?” Jungkook was in the middle of a saying something before briefly nodding at Jimin he went back to talking to Taehyung. “I’ll have a-” Your sentence was cut right in the middle because he already was headed to the bar. “Cheongju?” You stare after him slightly stupefied.

You stood there waiting for him to comeback as the guys were long gone into a conversation about God knew what. You felt like you’ve done something like you were responsible for his odd behavior but the thing was that there was nothing to be acting the way he did. A sigh escaped your lips catching Namjoon’s attention.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Just a little tired.”

“Oh come on the night haven’t even started yet.” He was right you’ve been here for only 15 minutes and here you were being a Debbie Downer for no reason. “Yeah, you’re right.” You smiled at him, trying to lighten up your mood. A moment later Jimin joined you with two beers and a Cheongju in his hands. Handed Jungkook his beer and you, your drink. “Thanks.” He looked away as he took a sip from his beer. This was starting to get on your nerves. Why was he acting like this? What was the point?

After two drinks you were starting to feel them oozing into your mind and weakening your mind and body. Your limit was 3, beyond that was blackout. It had the effect of a 3 on you. This drink was already strong as it was but since your stupid ass decided it was okay to do shots when they weren’t even half way empty, you were somewhere in between drunk and tipsy at this point.

The rhythm was bringing your hidden careless self out. Along with the drink as well. As you were dancing it felt like nothing mattered. You felt sexy. Shortly after showing off some of your dance moves you stole off of some stuff you’ve watched online, you were pulled in for a dance off with Hoseok. You were going from competing to dancing together and so on. Mixture of cheers and laughter erupted between you as you enjoyed each other’s company.

Your mind wandered off to Jimin for a second. Wondered what he was up to during all the dancing. You knew he wasn’t particularly a dancer unless he was truly drunk. You tried to find him in the club as the lights danced on the zombie like bodies that were dancing off tempo to the beat.

At first your eyes missed him but the second time you saw him the picture finally sank in. There was a girl. Dancing on him. Literally she was on him grinding and was holding onto him as if her dear life was depended on this. This girl was all over him. She attempted to kiss him but he didn’t let her. That very moment his eyes met yours.

This wasn’t right. Your chest filled up with pain. What was this? Jealousy? You diverted your gaze and attempted to focus on the sweaty bodies away from where he was stood. “At least someone is enjoying themselves.” Stated Jungkook coming up to you with a bottle of soju in his hand, pointing at Jimin. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked attempting to shrug off the stabbing pain in your chest. “Yeah. You?”

“Well, I will.” You smirk as a not so smart but good enough for an intoxicated state of mind kind of an idea came to your mind. You let your body loosen up and leave yourself into the hands of the music. Your hips started to sway to the beat, earning a cheer from Jungkook before him going back to where the other lads were. Your hands go up and down on your torso as you give a quick suggestive glance at Jimin. He wasn’t looking. You ignored and continued the process. Just before you were about to hit the ground you felt someone’s hand on your arm.

“Mind if I join you?” Asked a stranger. His breath smelled of gin and cigarettes. He wasn’t going to remember tonight. Heck like you were. “Please.” You turned your back to him and kept swaying your ass. The dress slightly going up with every courageous move you make. You did make a daring fashion choice but the person you made it for was too busy with someone else.

As you kept dancing, more like grinding at this point the stranger started to get rougher with you. At first you let it be but slowly it was becoming aggravating. You were trying to get away from his arms without making it look like it but he pulled you even tighter and you felt a bulge poking your back, you truly hated everything. Hated yourself. Hated Jimin for making you doing stupid things like this. You hated Jimin because he drove you crazy and he chose that slut. You attempted to escape his grip one more time. This time you were being obvious. You didn’t want him or his stupid dick. You just wanted to leave.

“We’re not done yet sweetheart. Where do you think you’re going?” He leaned for a kiss but you pushed his face away. “Let the girl go.” Jimin’s hand was on the guys shoulder in a threatening manner. The guy let go of you and raised his hands in surrender. Jimin’s physique must’ve intimidated him. Compared to Jimin, he in no shape to win a fight against him.

After the guy left our sight, it was you and Jimin. You staring anywhere but him. His eyes on nowhere but you. “I’m going home.” Your voice came out weak but you were surprised it did after all. You doubted he heard you in this loud place. You glanced at him before moving away from him. His facial expression told you that he was mad, fuming really but he wasn’t likely to show aggression. He wasn’t that kind of a person. Not because he was a softy or anything but because he was too chill for that jazz.

You managed to find your table then took your purse avoiding any possible eye contact from the boys then left. It only took you about 15-20 minutes to get home. You were already sober with the adrenaline. Way to ruin a night out. The heels were killing you by now so you took them off in the elevator and waited to reach our floor. With the beep sound, the elevator reached your floor and the doors opened. The feeling of familiarity was all you needed right now and as soon as you were a step away from the main door, your wish was granted.

The night was supposed to be great and yet here you were by yourself feeling worse than ever. If it weren’t for Jimin, you could’ve ended up in this guy’s house and God knows what would’ve happened then. You hated that you owed him that now. You gently put the key to the key hole, shortly after realizing it’s the wrong key. Just you were about to look for the next one someone grabbed you from the wrist and spun you over, pinned you to the door and forced a kiss on you. His cologne was familiar enough to knock you out of your senses. This wasn’t the familiarity you were asking for. Or was it? As much as you wanted to kiss him, more than anything in the world you didn’t reciprocate the kiss. It didn’t take him long to get that. He stepped away to look at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

“Is it because of that guy?”

“Yes.” A big fat lie.

“Or is it the girl?” You rolled your eyes before kneeling down to get the keys.

“Why are you even here?” You spoke, your voice harsher than you intended it to be. You put the right key in this time and managed to open the door.

“I followed you.” He entered after you then closed the door behind him.

“Creepy.” You mock and put the keys on the key holder. You rush to your room that ironically happens to be right next to his. Just you were about to close the door he came in.

“You can’t deny what we have.” He leaned on the wall, blocking your way.

“What is it that we have?” You asked slowly losing your temper.

He took a step toward you, closing the distance. Just before he could you moved away from him.

“Look. Maybe we did have something. But now, it doesn’t feel like that anymore.”

Why did your chest hurt so badly?

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’re not meant to be.”

“But we are. Look you’re the only one in my mind. Every minute, every fucking second.”

 “Bullshit.” You sat yourself down on your bed to take a breath. The argument was getting heated up and you didn’t want that, not that you didn’t want to argue with him but to give him that. He felt important but was he really that important?

“If you want to address to what happened tonight, it was all your fault.” He said coldly.

“Excuse me?” You looked at him offended, your voice raised slightly. He sighed and sat next to you.

“If you weren’t wagging your tail at Hoseok like that nothing would’ve happened. The girl. That jerk. This, right now.”

“I wagged my tail at Hoseok? He’s my friend! You should’ve known that by now. Your stupid misunderstanding led to this. It caused a chain reaction and now I feel more defeated than you I have.”

“How about we stop blaming each other and enjoy each other’s company? It’s just you and me at last.”

“Jimin I-“ you tried to protest. He cut you off by putting his thumb on your lip then moved it on your cheek as he intently watched you.

“I’m going to show you what it is that we have.” He leaned in and waited for you for a second to see whether if you liked it or not. You didn’t hate it but you were butt hurt and you wanted to rant but he was making it impossible. It was as impossible as resisting to him.

Once he made sure it was okay to kiss you, he slowly pecked you. Your heart fluttered with the warm feeling taking over your body. His eyes met yours briefly. There was hunger, lust and a little bit of innocence hidden. Was it perhaps love? You gulped on your thought right before he connected our lips for a longer kiss. You were no longer mad. You wanted him. You wanted him right there and then. You put your hands on each side of his cheeks deepening the kiss turning it into a full on make out session. He broke the kiss to look at you.

“Holy shit.”

You pulled him to continue from where you were left off only for him to pull back again. Disappointed in the loss of his soft lips on yours, you let out a grunt and gave him an annoyed look.

“If you won’t stop me now, you won’t be able to.”

“I don’t want you to.” You spoke as moving a stray hair out of his face, giving him a smile. His mouth dropped a little to say something. His face was redder than you could ever imagine him possible be. His lips once more found yours much more forcefully. With the impact of the kiss you were now lying on your bed. He easily turned you around and you were now on top. You could feel his growing member underneath you making you more aroused than you already were. His hand found the hem of your little dress, removing it with one swift move leaving you in your purposefully picked lacy underwear. He admired your body for a second and seemed pleased with the choice you’ve made.

“Mm. Somebody was prepared.” He grinned. You felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks so you leaned in for a kiss. You didn’t want him to see the affect he had on you.

“That’s cute.” He smiled in between the kiss. Well shit.

“Shit baby.” He spoke breathlessly as he admired your breasts and pulled you closer to him as he gently palmed them. You moved your hips a little to rub his manhood. A moan escaped his plump lips. Then you pushed him off with a smirk on your face before tugging on his shirt signaling for him to strip down.

“Your wish is my command.”

He quickly took off his shirt and his pants. You licked your lips and admired the view. He was like a Greek statue. He was perfect. This was perfect.

“Like what you see huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You smile and give him a kiss as you climb back on him. After giving one last peck on his lips you slowly started going down on his body. He exhaled loudly then tilted his head back. You kept leaving trails of sloppy kisses until you stop on his V-line just before you got to his manhood. You sucked on him little through the fabric of his boxers making him shiver with anticipation. You pulled his boxers down and took his member in your hand and stroked him up and down. He gave you a vulnerable look as you brought your lips closer to him; he gulped right before gave him a little peck. Then you started to lick him from his base to the tip of his shaft. You tease him by making delicate circles with your tongue on his tip before wrapping your lips around his member. His hands almost immediately found the back of your head and pushed you further down to your surprise. You gagged a little before readjusting yourself to take him deeper.

“Sorry.” He breathed chuckling. “Jesus.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes then gave his now rock hard member another kiss before taking him back in.

“Damn you’re good.”

You giggled then shrugged with a smug look on your face.

“Your turn now. I want to taste you baby.” He brought you back up and gently placed you on the mattress and kneeled down before the area you craved him the most. He teased your entrance with his tongue then swirled it around your clit. Every spot his lips touched was aching for his touch.

“So this is the affect I have on you?” He whispered turning you on more than you already were. You didn’t think that was even possible.

A moan escaped your arched lips causing him to smile with amusement and victory.

“I’m almost there.” You breathed heavily feeling the throbbing sensation taking over your lower abdomen.

“Wait for me baby.” He said before standing up, motioning you to scoot further so he could join you in the bed. He climbed on top of you then placed himself in between your legs. He rubbed his dick along your entrance teasing you mercilessly.

“Stop teasing.” You said through gritted teeth. He smirked at your hastiness and licked his lips as if you hadn’t suffered enough.

Hasty or not you couldn’t wait any longer so you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him to you startling him with your sudden action.

He collided his lips with yours as finally slid himself in. Your bodies became one. You pulled him closer with your arms leaving you chest to chest. His warmth on you sent an ecstatic feeling into each pore existing on your body. With each thrust you were again getting closer and closer to your climax this time to be able to let it go. He planted brief kisses now and then on your lips as he continued to penetrate you.

“I’m-.” You moaned and tensed around him before you could let him know your body was trembling with your climax.

His breathing increased and his thrusts became erratic indicating he was also close. He pulled out and jerked off and spilled himself all over your belly.

“You made a big mess big boy.” You teased playfully. He laughed and stood up to get a towel.

“Let’s take a shower instead.” You offered.

“One condition.” He jumped back on the back looking dead serious.

“Uh...yeah, okay what is it?”

“Be my girlfriend.” He spoke softly nuzzling into your neck leaving small traces of kisses here and there.

“Oh. OH. Well I thought it would be like a one night stand kind of a thing.” You pushed his face away.

His face fell almost immediately. He looked down and gulped and you truly felt bad at the sight. Yet it was definitely worth it.

“I’m just messing with you.” You smacked his arm and leaned in for a peck.

“You, are the worst.” He put his hand on his chest sighing in relief.

“Seriously though. Let’s get it done before Jungkook gets back.”

“After you girlfriend.”

[hellcaster901]

The Wedding pt 3

Summary: Y/N is getting married in a few months, and its something that she’s been looking forward to for a while. But she runs into an old coworker, one that she just can’t help feel a connection to. Not only is her best friend not helping, but she’s trying to figure out now what she really wants.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT if you ain’t 18 or over, get out of here!

Author’s Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS/ HAPPY HOLIDAYS. Enjoy the time with your family, and enjoy the time reading this chapter!!! Thank you for being patience, and more will come soon.

Masterlist

We stepped into the diner, Negan’s hand on the small of my back as we walked in. It was a cute small place, pictures of Marilyn Monroe, JF Kennedy and James Dean scattered along the walls, small records hanging from the ceiling. It was your average 50s themed diner.

“There’s an open both over there, if you guys want to sit there!” The young woman smiled, staring at Negan a little too long. I tried to ignore the feeling of jealousy as she eyed him. He nodded at her, guided me to the booth. The diner wasn’t as crowded as it would be during the day, but there were a few stragglers sitting with friends or by themselves enjoying a plate of pancakes or a burger

Negan slid into the booth, waiting for me to sit down. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” I smiled, he raised an eyebrow, then the smug grin on his face came over.

“Why don’t you just leave it be?” he smirked dropping his voice. “It’s sexy knowing my cum is dripping out of you.” I felt a chill go up my back, a blush covering my body. I was speechless, trying to come up with a reason why that wasn’t the most comfortable of options. He realized my discomfort, giving me a soft smile. “I’ll order us something to drink.” I gave him a smile, turning on my heels and practically running to the bathroom. I threw myself into the stall, pulling my phone from my back pocket. I dialled Mary up, whispering ‘please please please’ until she answered.

“Are you okay?” She answered, the worry in her voice.

“I’m fine, but Mary.” I started, shaking my head at the excitement rushing through my body. “I just fucked him in his car.” I whispered, a loud squeal came through from the phone.

“Stop it! How was it?” She giggled, I blushed thinking back to it.

“It was… mind-blowing.” I giggled again. “I’m currently in the bathroom, cleaning myself up.”

“Oh it was like that?” She asked, I knew she had her eyebrows raised. I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder, unbuttoning my pants, grabbing a fistfull of toilet paper.

“When I tell you it was mind-blowing, I’m not lying.” I breathed, cleaning myself, making sure I wasn’t going to get a UTI. “He literally ripped my underwear off and stuff them in his pocket.”

“That’s some romance novel type shit.” Mary exclaimed.

“I know!” I excitedly said, lowering my voice when I remembered where I was. I cleaned myself up the best I could, lifting a leg and flushing the toilet, bouncing against the walls.

“What are you doing?” Mary asked.

“In the bathroom trying to flush the damn toilet.” I laughed. I squeezed against the wall, pulling the door open, seeing myself in the reflection. I definitely had a glow to me, a giant smile on my face. “Mary, I feel all giddy.” I laughed, still holding the phone to my ear. “I feel so… so... “

“Alive? Happy? Good about yourself?” She suggested, “Cause that’s how you should fucking feel with someone.” I rolled my eyes, washing my hands, drying them off.

“Ok Mary.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I have to get back before he fucking leaves me.” I joked. She gave me a kiss through the phone, reminding me to let her know what was going on. I slipped the phone back into my phone, walking out of the bathroom. I tripped over my own feet as I saw the young waitress leaning against the table, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. I saw she ruffled her 50s waitress uniform, tucking it up to make it shorter, tugging the front of her uniform down, showing more cleavage. The jealousy was rising in my chest again, my jaw clenching. It looked like Negan knew what was going on, but not biting onto the bait as she hung it in front of him.

I started walking again, Negan noticing me out of the corner of his eye, a smile spreading across his face as he saw me. The waitress looked over her shoulder, her “seductive” smile falling to an irritated frown as I passed her, sliding into the booth. I heard her scoffed softly under her breath as Negan’s attention was no longer on her, his attention now on me. I smiled up at her, feeling that sense of “hell yeah, this man is mine.” But I knew, playing this little game of ‘i’m single’ wasn’t going to last forever. She pushed herself off the table, going to the back room.

“Are you good?” Negan asked. I nodded, reaching for my drink. I took a giant sip, the cold liquid rushing down my throat, Negan watched a proud smile on his face at my condition. I blushed as he stared, looking at me like I was almost the only girl here.

“Just had a dry throat.” I smiled, reaching for my left hand. I almost panicked as I didn’t feel my ring, my heart racing as I raced through my mind to where it was. I remember that it was in my purse, the hot feeling going up my back, subdubing.

“What’s wrong?” I didn’t realize that I was spacing off, my eyes snapping back to him.

“Oh, nothing.” I lied, brushing it off.

“Did you forget about your ring?” He asked, I froze, looking up at him. “I noticed it was off when I picked you up.” I nodded, feeling embarrassed. “Are you guys having problems?” My heart surged at the thought that he did care, asking about what was going on.

“No,” I huffed, thinking over me and Adam’s relationship, “I just… took it off.”

“Cause of us?” My heart swelled, hearing him call us anything.

“I um… how’s life been as a single man?” I smiled awkwardly, changing the subject quickly, grabbing my drink, taking a long sip as he stared at me, his eyes looking over my face. I could tell that this wasn’t the end of the conversation, and he was going to bring it up later, but he sighed, leaning back, indulging me in my question.

“Something I haven’t been used to for a while now.” He chuckled, his shoulders shaking lightly. I laughed with him, watching as he ran a hand over his face again, scratching the skin under his beard.

“How long were you guys married for?” I was genuinely curious, wondering what it was like being married to Negan.

“15 years.” He sighed, I could see the years passing on his face as he thought about it, thinking back on those years living, and growing with someone.

“I’m sorry for asking.” I mumbled, messing with my fingers. He shook his head, waving me off.

“What about you, darling?” He smirked, leaning onto his elbows, staring down at me. “How long have you and old Adam been together?”

“2 years.” I smiled, thinking back on the relationship. The guilt was coming back as I thought back on it, the guilt settling in as I thought back to the good times. Of course there were times, but… he treated me right. “And I’m getting married, and I have cheated on him twice.” I choked out, my throat tightening. I knew Negan wasn’t sure what to do with me, looking at me with a worried face. I felt like I began to panic, the walls almost felt like they were closing in on me, my hands shaking the more I thought about how Adam would feel if and when he found out. “I can’t do this.” I breathed, my chest tightening as I pulled myself from the booth, turning on my heels.

“Y/N!” Negan called after me. I heard him pull himself up, running after me as I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my face once again. I felt my lungs cool as I breathed, my warmed skin cooling off. I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking as I unlocked my phone. “Y/N!” I jumped as Negan grabbed my upper arm, spinning me on my feet, both his hands grabbing my arms. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do this anymore.” He whispered to me, his hands coming up and cupped my face. “We can forget that this ever happened, Eat our dinner, and go our separate ways.”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a panic attack, and I’m not exactly sure how a panic attack felt like, but fuck, I think this is what that was.

“No. No.” I shook my head grabbing his hands and pulling them off my face, feeling like my heart was about to burst out of my chest. “I need to calm down, I need to calm down.” I repeated, my mind racing to wanting to calm down, but instantly making a u-turn to Adam, the wedding, my cheating, how he would feel and react all came to the front of my mind. Negan stared down at me, and I knew I was freaking him out, and I knew he didn’t know what to do. I gasped as he cupped my face again, pulling my head up, his lips meeting mine.

And it was like my mind went blank, his arms wrapping around me, crushing me against him as he kissed me. All those rushing thoughts in my head, going around like a merry-go-round were wiped away as my mind focused on Negan. The way his lips felt against mine, the way his arms felt wrapped around my body. The way I felt completely safe in his arms. I relaxed against him, my body melting in his as he kissed me. It was all a rush, the way he grabbed me, the way I ran out, the way he kissed me softly. He pulled away, our foreheads resting against one another, our breaths mixing together. He caressed the side of my face again, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Let me grab our food.” He whispered, not letting go of me for a second. “Just wait in the car, yeah?” I nodded, breathless and speechless. He reached into his pocket, slipping his keys into my hand. He slowly let me go, watching me as he walked inside, glancing back at me as he got to the counter. I took a deep breath, making small steps to his car. I unlocked my side of the door, sliding in, holding the keys in my hands.

I don’t know what happened, it was fine one minute, and the second I started thinking about Adam, it felt like my whole world was crashing around me. I felt like a mime in a box, getting smaller and smaller, the world seeing it as entertainment. That’s what it felt like. I kept saying that I needed to end things with Negan before it got any more serious, but around him… I couldn’t stop it. I really couldn’t help myself as he stood there either next to me or across from me.

A few knocks came through the window, Negan standing there, two take out boxes in his hand. I leaned across the seat, opening the door. He slid in, setting the boxes between us. I handed the keys over, watching as he started the car, reversing out of the parking lot.

“Did she give you her number?” I joked, seeing the corner of his lips turn up.

“She tried.” He chuckled. The smile on my face faltered a bit, but I covered it with a shake of my head. “She was 17, definetly not wanting to go to fucking jail.” I let out a harder laugh, Negan laughing with me.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of us as he drove, the lights going past quickly, lightening Negan’s face. He didn’t bring up how I freaked out, and he didn’t have to. I knew he was wanting to check up by the way he glanced at me every once in awhile. I felt like I had to say something, explain myself, talking about why I freaked out the way I did. But nothing came out when I tried to talk, opening my mouth and nothing coming out. I looked out the window, watching as the buildings went by, the lights shining on my face.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my head sliding down, feeling the cold glass against my forehead.

“I’m dropping you back off.” He smiled softly. I didn’t argue with him, letting him drive.

“I’m sorry, about before.” I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence. He didn’t say anything, letting me go at my own pace. “It just felt like… everything was happening so fast. My mind kept thinking about Adam and what I thought would happen if he found out. And it all came just… crashing down on me. And it just… rushed at me and I wasn’t sure what to do.” I hardly realized that Negan stopped the car, my apartment building standing before us. Negan watched over me, letting me talk about what I could about what happened. He only smiled, grabbing a box, and getting out of the car. I watched as he walked around his impala, grabbing the handle of my door, helping me out. He didn’t say a word as he walked me to the building’s door, handing me my take out box.

“We can stop.” He told me, staring down at me, leaning against the brick wall. “No more messing around, no more of this.” He pointed towards us. “From now on, we’re simply old coworkers.” He wasn’t giving me an option, telling me what I needed to hear, telling me what was good. I nodded, holding the food in my hand.

“Thank you.” I smiled, looking down at my food, “For the past couple times-” I blushed, Negan chuckling, “- and the food.” He smiled down at me, pushing himself off the wall, backing away from the door. There were no words exchanged as I opened the door, stepping in. I glanced back, Negan standing there, until the door shut, leaving me staring at tan metal.

I sluggishly walked up the stairs, racking over my mind at what happened tonight. There was so much that I couldn’t even wrap my mind around. The mind-blowing sex, the break down, the sweet gestures Negan did to help me calm down. Everything in my body told me to run back downstairs, jump in Negan’s arms and let him have all of me, throwing this stupid engagement ring at Adam.

But I couldn't

I couldn’t throw away a 2 year relationship on the fact of good- not good, incredibly insane- sex. Throwing everything away for someone I hardly know. That didn’t sound right to me at all. No matter how right it felt.

I shook my head, unlocking my apartment. I barely registered anything as I set my keys down on the table, mindlessly walking to the kitchen, swinging my back onto the island, setting the take out food next to them. I ran a hand over my face, combing through my hair.

“And where were you?” I jumped, turning around a hand on my chest.

“Jesus, Adam?” I asked, the living room dark. I reached for the light, the bright light making my eyes adjust. Adam sat down on the couch, almost like a damn horror movie. “What the hell are you doing sitting in the fucking dark?” He looked over at me, his eyes basically dead.

“Where were you?” He asked again, staring down at me. I felt chills run down my back, his watching my every move, and not in the sexy way Negan did, but more of a ‘I’m afraid for my life right now’ way.

“I went out for a late snack with Mary.” I somewhat lied, shrugging. “I should be asking you where you were, not even letting me know where you went.” I slipped my shoes off at the door, walking back into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. I heard him stand up from the couch, his footsteps dragging across the wooden floor. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip, knowing he was drunk. I glanced over at the entryway, Adam standing there, leaning against the wall.

“Where were you?” He asked again, his words slurring together. I sighed, setting down the cup.

“I told you. Me and Mary went to this diner, and just got something to eat, see?” I pointed to the box. “I didn’t eat a lot, I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach.” He stood there, staring at me, his brown hair a mess, his body slumped as he pushed himself off the wall.

“Where. Were. you?” He asked again, taking steps towards me. I grew weary, staring at him as he got closer and closer.

“Adam, honey, I told you where I was. I don’t know why you keep asking me- Adam!” I gasped, he reached for me, a hand wrapping around my upper arm, his fingers digging into the skin. “Adam, what the fuck are you doing?” I panicked, his hand squeezing around my arm. “You’re hurting me.” I winched, his hand wrinkling the fabric, my arm throbbing under his hold. He stared down at me, his blue eyes wide, looking over me. Without a word, he pushed me away. I grunted as my back hit the counter, my arm throbbing where he was once holding it. “What the fuck was that, Adam?” I yelled at him, the tears threatening to spill. He only shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“I had too much to drink.” He mumbled, intertwining his hands behind his head, his elbows in the air. “The boys were cheering me on, making me take more shots.” He smirked, his mind going back to the bar I suppose. “And god damn, this one-” He stopped himself, his mind catching up to what he was saying. “Never mind, I’m going to bed.” He mumbled, swinging his hands down, turning his back to me. I heard his heavy footsteps going up the stairs, the door to our bedroom opening and shutting. I ran to the bathroom, turning the light on, unzipping my hoodie and grabbing the sleeve and tugging it down. I brushed against the bright red skin, pressing into it and watching the white skin turn back to it’s red color. I took a deep sigh, rubbing against the hot skin.

I shook my head, pulling up the sleeve. “He just had too much to drink.” I whispered. I left the bathroom, heading upstairs, seeing him already passed out on his side of the bed.

I sighed, going downstairs, sitting on the counter and opening up my takeout. I took a giant bite from the burger, the flavors instantly rushing over my tastebuds, flooding my mouth.

He was right, these were amazing.

***

“How was it last night?” Mary smiled, sitting on my couch with a wide smile. I rolled my eyes, sitting down with her, my knee up to my chest and my leg tucked under me.

“It was… something else.” I shrugged, taking a sip from my tea. “It didn’t go as I planned.”

“What do you mean?” She arched an eyebrow. I set my tea down, telling her everything. From the insane car sex, to my freak out in the diner and cutting the whole thing short. “You freaked out on him?”

“No.” I shook my head, “It all felt so much, and I felt like I was going to just explode. It almost felt like everything was crashing down on me.” She shook her head, sipping from her tea. “And I ran out, and he followed me, and I was just… yelling at him, and freaking out.”

“What did he do?”

“He kissed me.” She choked on her tea, setting down the cup.

“And did you punch him for thinking that was going to work.” I laughed at her.

“No, that’s the thing.” I whispered, thinking back to how I felt. “When he kissed me, it was like everything was just erased from my mind. I wasn’t worrying about Adam, or if someone caught us. It was like it was just me and Negan.”

“Y/N, you obviously have a connection with him.” Mary stated, giving me a serious look. “He kissed you and you felt fine, how do you explain that?” She asked me. I shrugged, grabbing my tea again. She stared at me, waiting for me to say something, if anything, she was looking for me to agree with her. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’m getting a little too personal with this messing around with him.” I blurted out. “That I’m thinking this is something more than what it is.”

“What if it is?” Mary asked, a raised eyebrow. “What if this is something more, and you’re not letting yourself enjoy it.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m engaged, and I’m messing around with an older man.” I shook my head, my hair brushing my shoulders. “And we’re thinking that this is more than what me and Adam have?”

“Has Adam done that to you? When you freak out and he just has something that calms you down?” I shook my head at her, avoiding her eyes. “I think this is more than what you were hoping.”

“I’m not going to break an egagement and a 2 year relationship because he can fuck.”I bit back, my mind racing once again. “That’s not fair to Adam.”

“It’s not fair to him that you’re cheating in the first place.” I gasped at her, slapping her arm. She laughed at me, shrugging. “I’m right and you know it. If you really cared for Adam, and you had this strong feelings for him, you would’ve never slept with Negan. Let alone, twice.”

“I can’t do what you want Mary.” I huffed. “He probably think this is just a hit it and quit with me, he probably doesn’t want anything else. It’s safer for me to stay with Adam-”

“Than get your heart broken by that hunk?” She finished for me, a smirk on her lips.

“It’s two years that I’ve spent with something. I can’t throw that away because this man knows what he’s doing in the sheets.” Before Mary could reply, my phone vibrated against the coffee table, I leaned forward, seeing Negan’s name pop up. I launched for it, Mary watching me with a confused look as I swiped the message.

“Jesus, what did Adam want.” Mary rolled her eyes, taking a sip.

“It’s not Adam.” I whispered, reading the text. “It’s Negan.”

“What did he say?” She rushed, scooting over, shoulder to shoulder staring at the text message. “‘Hope you slept well, and I hope that burger didn’t go to waste.’ This man is obviously wanting more from you.”

“Shut up.” I laughed, staring down at the text. “What do I even say to that?”

“‘Hope you slept well too, that burger was almost as mind-blowing as that orgasm you gave me.’ How about that?” Mary winked.

“Be serious.” I huffed, biting the inside of my cheek thinking of something. “I shouldn’t reply.” I rushed, turning the phone off.

“Stop it.” Mary yelled, slapping my thigh. “You’re answering. Just say, ‘Hope you slept well too, and I promise, it didn’t.’” I thought about it for a second.

“Ok, I’m saying that.” Mary watched with excited eyes as I typed out the message, both of us watching closely for typos. I hit send quickly, going against everything in my mind telling me to just delete his number. I was about to shut my phone off, not expecting a text, but both me and Mary saw the bubble pop up, the three dots blinking. “Shut up.” I gasped. We both watched with wide eyes as he typed, the bubble staying, then leaving, but then coming back.

“He doesn’t know what to say to you.” Mary giggled, watching as the bubble kept going. We both gasped as a text was delivered.

‘Glad it didn’t.’

“That’s it?” Mary winched. “After all that typing, that’s what he says?”

“Stop it.” I laughed, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. “What do I say? Should I apologize again about last night.” Mary shrugged, a single nod. “Ok how about, ‘Thanks again, and sorry for freaking out last night.’ Is that good?” Mary nodded again, watching as I typed it out, hitting send. We sat there, watching the messages, waiting. The bubble popped up, blinking at us as he watched.

“All he’s going to say is ‘ok’.” Mary joked, laughing at her own joke. I rolled my eyes, my phone vibrating in my hand.

‘You don’t need to apologize. I get it.’

My heart swelled, reading the text over. Before I could reply, another text came up.

‘I was serious last night, if this need to end, and just go back to people we used to know, then we will. Whatever you are comfortable with.’

“Shut up.” Mary gasped, reading the text again. “He’s really asking you about it, rather than being a dick?”

“What do I say?” I nervously asked, biting the inside of my lip.

“How about-”

“I’m going to say ‘I’m comfortable with you, we don’t have to do anything extreme.’ is that too much? Like too much feelings right off the bat?” I frantically asked, not even noticing I cut her off. She was surprised, seeing me like a teenager texting this man, so frantic and so nervous.

“Say it, if that’s how you feel.” She smiled, a sweet look on her face. I typed quickly, sending it and waiting there for another text. “You look excited.” Mary commented. I tried to play it off cool.

“It’s nothing.” I shrugged, going back to watching my phone, the bubble popped up again, then disappearing. “Ok, I said something wrong.” I mumbled, throwing my phone on my lap. “I obviously put too much feeling into it and now he thinks I’m crazy.” Mary rolled her eyes, and grabbed my phone. She looked at the message, turning it to show me.

‘How about coffee tonight?’ Everything in my body went hot, thinking about this.

“Is he asking you on a date?” Mary laughed, watching my reaction. I shrugged, grabbing my phone from her. “What are you going to say?” She watched, wide eyes.

“Should I be flirty and say, ‘Are you asking me on a date?’ like is that too much?”

“Fucking say it!” She pointed, a giant smile on her face. For a second, it felt like I wasn’t even engaged, just texting someone who was interested.

I typed out the message quickly, looking over it for a second then hitting send. We both sat there quietly, staring at the text message, waiting for the bubble. “What if he just ignores this? And just never talks to me again?”

“Then you get married.” Mary shrugged. I gave her a look of disbelief at her jokes, rolling my eyes. Within seconds my phone went off again, vibrating in my hand.

We both stared at the phone, looking at the text bubbles, waiting for a reply. “This was a mistake. I just know it.” I mumbled to myself, shaking my head. It was almost like we were watching a soap opera, both of us gasping as we saw the bubble come up, the three dots blinking.

‘How would you respond if I did?’ Both our mouths dropped reading his text, Mary slapping my arm.

“Y/N. This is fucking insane” She laughed. “I know I joke about it all the time, but this is fucking real, and I think you should go for it.” She was serious, nothing joking in her manners or anything as she told me what she thought.

“We’re just flirting.” I fought back weakly. “It’s nothing.” We both thought about it for a second, both of us knowing it was more than flirting. “What should I say?” I smiled. We thought for a moment. “How about, ‘You’ll find out at coffee.’? IS that too much?” She gave me a ‘do it’ look. I quickly typed out the text, hitting send and watching as the bubble popped up instantly.

‘Saint Peter’s Coffee Shop. See you at 8.’

***

“Where are you going again?” Adam asked, following me into the living room, watching as I grabbed my bag and keys.

“I told you, I’m meeting Mary for a coffee, just spending some time together.” I lied, surprised with how easily it slipped from my mouth. Adam stood there, his hands in his pockets as he watched me.

“How long are you going to be gone?” He asked, I gave him a weird look, grabbing my keys.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple hours. Mary likes to add other activities into our plans.” I shrugged, my hands began to sweat, from nerves of him asking too many questions, and the thought of seeing Negan once again. Adam nodded, coming up to me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I gave him a sweet smile, ignoring the fact that my body was no longer welcoming his touch, forcing myself not to cringe as he looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. Adam was handsome, but not Negan handsome.

“Just don’t go too crazy.” He smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. And again, I no longer felt as if I wanted his kisses, nor hands on me. I kissed back, pulling back with a smile.

“I won’t.” He nodded, letting go of me, watching as I turned and left. Last night, he didn’t remember anything that happened, calling me this morning asking where I was when he woke up, not remembering what he said or did a few hours before.

I rushed down the stairs, my keys jingling in my hand as I got to the first floor, practically running to my car. It felt like a blur as I drove to the small coffee shop, a place I haven’t heard before. But Negan swore on it, telling me it was the best coffee he had in awhile.

I followed the GPS, turning into a small coffee shop called ‘Saint Peter’s Coffee Shop’ lit with stings of lights hanging from light poles to light poles. I spotted Negan’s truck, parking a couple spots from his. I sat there in my car, taking deep breaths, calming myself as I turned my car off, texting Mary I’m here.

‘Be safe!’ I rolled my eyes, stepping out from the car. The small shop was cozy, an almost winter cabin vibe coming from it. The small bell rang as I opened the door, a few people scattered among the tables, talking to one another or simple enjoying the atmosphere.

“Y/N!” I turned, seeing Negan in a small corner booth, secluded from the rest of the people, a coffee in front of him. He slid from his seat, walking towards me with those long legs. “Glad you could make it.” He smirked, I blushed under his gaze, looking around the place again.

“It’s gorgeous here.” I smiled. “The coffee better be as good as you promised.” I joked. He chuckled with me.

“Let me buy you a coffee.” He smiled, leaning me to the counter.

“Just a mocha, please.” I told the worker, a younger teenager, who nervously typed on his register. Negan handed him his card, his eyes glancing at me here and there.

“It’ll be right out.” He smiled, handing the receipt to Negan. He nodded, gently pulling me with him to the booth.

I slid in, pushing my items to the end of the booth, feeling his eyes watching me the whole time. We sat there, letting the silence thicken between us. Not knowing who was going to talk first.

“I’m sorry.” I spoke quickly, breaking the tad bit of awkwardness. “For how I freaked out. I know I already apologized but it was uncalled for.”

“Y/N, you’re fine.” He told me, a sincere look in his eyes. I gave him a sweet smile, brushing back some hair.

“What brought you into teaching?”  I started.

And like that, we were in a rhythm. Taking and bantering back and forth. Getting to know one another more than just being fuck buddies. Telling one another about our teaching schedules, how tough the kids have been or what’s changed lately. It felt nice to talk to someone who understood. This definitely felt natural, almost like it was meant to be as we talked. What felt like 30 minutes turned into an hour and a half, staying behind while they closed shop.

“We should really get going.” I giggled, seeing the poor teenagers give us dirty looks, Negan glanced over at them. “We’re still here after they closed.” He nodded with me, standing up and fixing himself. I stood with him, grabbing my jacket. “I stood probably get back before Adam begins to wonder.” Negan shifted in his seat, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Would you mind grabbing a drink?” I giggled, slipping the clothing on my arms.

“Didn’t we just do that?” I laughed. He raised an eyebrow, giving me a ‘you know what I mean’ look. I smiled, pulling my hair from in my coat. “And where would we get this drink?” I smiled again, he took a step closer, pinning me between his body and the table.

“How about my place?” He smirked. The small band wrapped around my left fingers began feeling hot, the metal basically burning into my fingers, begging me to say no.

“Sure.” I smiled, my heart thumping loudly against my chest. He gave me his signature smirk, that cocky look on his face. “I’ll just… follow you there?” I suggested, my hand going to my ring. I twisted it nervously around my finger, the band rubbing against the skin. He nodded to me, making his way towards the door. I grabbed my bag, nervously following him. I waved to the workers, a skip to my step as I ran out the door. I slipped the ring off as I hopped down the stairs, slipping it into my purse. Negan waited by his truck, watching as I slip in my car. He kept his eyes on me, starting my car. As he got into his car, I whipped my phone out, shooting a quick text to Mary.

***

“Mary, I am parked outside his house, and I want you to know if this whole charming, gorgeous man thing is an act, and I die, I want you to know, this is the way I wanted to go.” I rushed out, watching as Negan pulled into his garage.

“Y/N, shut the fuck up.” She laughed, “Send me your location just in case something does happen, okay?”

“I will Mary.” I laughed, watching as Negan stepped out of his truck, looking over at me. “I have to go. I’ll let you know.” I rushed, saying a quick bye, stumbling out of the car. He watched me fix myself, walking up his driveway, his lean hips leaning against his truck, hands in his pockets, watching me with an amused look. “Gorgeous place.” I smiled, stepping in. He smiled, going up the small steps, hitting the garage door button. I followed him into his home, sudden nerves running up my body.

I was surprised as he turned the lights on, the home together and neat. There wasn’t hardly any clutter, the shelves put together nicely, the home almost the opposite of what I would've imagined. A few hurried clicks came from upstairs the hurried clicks turning into soft thuds. I opened my mouth ready to ask what that was when I saw a giant rottweiler rushing down the stairs. I watched as it ran at Negan, jumping and panting as it wiggled in Negan’s arms. He laughed loudly, his hands roughly scratching at the dog’s head, talking to the dog in an airy, light voice.

“Hey Bear!” He laughed, getting down onto his knees, the dog wiggling its butt as he licked at Negan’s face. I watched with an amused smile, a whole new look of who this man was, was shining at me.

“He loves you.” I laughed. At the sound of a new voice, the dog pulled from Negan, his eyes set on me. My eyes widen as the excited dog ran at me, jumping up quickly. I laughed loudly as the dog pushed me against the door, licking at my face excitedly. I laughed and laughed, turning my head to the side, Bear following and licking at my face as I pulled away from him. “Bear!” I giggled.

“Bear, get off of her!” Negan called, reaching for Bear’s collar, tugging him from me. I kept laughing, pushing off Bear off gently.

“He’s so friendly.” I laughed again, Negan pulling away Bear, shaking with excitement.

“I’m so sorry.” He chuckled, guiding Bear away from me. “Wanna go out?” He asked Bear. The dog’s head tilted to the side, slipping from Negan’s now loose grip, running to the back. “I’m going to let him out.” He smiled at me, hands on his hips. “Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured towards the couch. I nodded, giggling as I heard Bear bark, Negan sighing and walking towards the back. I slipped my jacket off, laying across the back of one of his chairs, setting my bag on top of it. I heard the back door slid open, the dog barking excitedly as it ran outside.

I stepped on the back of my shoes, slipping it off and doing the same with my other one, sitting down on my right leg on the couch, my left knee raise to my chest. I waited patiently, listening to Negan call for Bear, the big pup scurrying into the house, running back towards the living room. I laughed loudly as he jumped onto the couch, instantly throwing himself at me, licking at my face again. “Bear.” I laughed, my arm wrapped around his body, scratching at his side. “Stop. Stop.” I giggled, the dog calming down just a tad, laying his head on my chest, huffing loudly as I scratched his side. “He’s so sweet.”

“He’s a big baby.” Negan laughed, coming up from behind the couch, I leaned my head back, looking up at him, his hands holding himself on the couch, looking down at me.

“He’s a sweetheart.” I whispered to him, a smile on my face, looking up at the older man. He stared down at me, a strange look on his face. “What?” I whispered, staring back up. I watched as he leaned down. My breath caught in my throat as he got closer, his lips meeting mine softly. A real old-fashioned Spiderman kiss.I moaned softly, leaning up into the kiss. He pulled away at the last second, a teasing smirk on his face.

Bear whined against me, wanting my attention back on him. “What do you want to drink?” Negan smiled, walking around from the couch, heading into the kitchen.

“Whatever you got.” I smiled, scratching at the giant goofball. The glasses hitting together, his footsteps coming to the living room. He walked in with a smile on his face, a glass in each hand.

“Whisky.” He smiled, settling himself onto the couch, handing me a cup. I sipped the whiskey, burning as it flowed down, warming me up. He stared at me, slowly sipping, licking his lips after every drink. This would’ve been one of those sexy movie moments were we stared at one another, letting our eyes tell one another how much we wanted each other. Yet, Bear was throwing himself into the situation, whining and crying when I would stop.

“How long have you had him?” Bear tilted his head, looking up at me, his tongue sticking out from his mouth. “You’re such a cutie.” I scratched at his face.

“Got him when he was a puppy, about 5 years now.” He told me, throwing his arm over the back of the couch, watching me as I stared down at Bear. I leaned forward, placing the glass on his coffee table, the heavy dog moving with me. I settled back onto the couch, using both my hands, scratching at this giant baby. “Do you mind me asking?” He asked. I looked up at him, his eyes glancing at my left hand.

“I just… took it off.” I shrugged, thinking back to that ring in my purse. I stopped petting Bear, the big goof staring up at me, his paws kicking the air, whining at me. “My hands are getting tired.” I giggled to him. After a few moments, he stopped, turning to look at me. He huffed, picking himself up and walking away. I watched as he walked across the living room, stepping onto his bed, turning in circles until he flopped down. “What are you expecting from this?” I blurted out, looking back at Negan.

“Of what?” He simply asked. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“From me.” I stated. He gave me a weird look, before realizing what I meant.

“I told you that first time, in the bathroom.” He smirked, setting down his glass next to mine. He stood up, looking down at me. He slipped off his jacket, throwing it on the couch, holding a hand out for me. Without any hesitation, I placed my hand in his. He pulled me up, bringing me to him. He held my hand, wrapping his arm around my waist, keeping me to him. I placed a hand on his chest, his body swaying us. I giggled as he swaying the both of us, moving to a music only we could hear. “I’ve wanted you the second I saw you at that school.” He whispered to me.

“You’re just wanting me here for my body then?” I joked, tilting my head to the side. He shook his head, a smile on his lips.  

“Well that body for one.” He let out a low whistle, taking a step back and looking me over. I blushed under his gaze, pulling him back to me. “You’re so much more than that.” He whispered to me. “The fact that I’ve gotten to hit this a couple times, only makes it better.” I slapped his chest, rolling my eyes at his boldness. “What are you wanting from this?” He asked me, staring down at me, genuinely wanting to know.

“I don’t know.” I told him, trying to rack my brain for a better answer. “When I saw you at that bar, I don’t know what I went to the bathroom.” I told him honestly. He stopped swaying looking down at me. “I just did, and I wasn’t expecting you to follow.” He gave me a strange look, his eyebrows furrowed together. I could tell he was thinking. “But I don’t regret it.” I added. “I don’t regret any second that I’m with you.”

It felt like time and space froze as we looked at one another, our eyes searching one another, looking for something to stop us from doing something that makes this situation even worse. But there was no convincing each other as he tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, our lips colliding.

And in a snap, I was in his arms, my arms wrapped around his neck once again, our lips moving in a frenzy, wanting and begging for each other. His arms traveled down, his hands grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his hips. He walked with me in his arms, going up the steps, our lips never leaving one another as he pressed me against the wall. I gasped as he held me up, his hands grabbing at my shirt, ripping it in half. I watched in pure lust as the fabric ripped like paper in his hands, the material flimsily falling around my arms. I let the fabric fall, pushing my chest out, Negan reaching behind me and unclasping my bra, throwing it on the stairs as the cool breeze hit my sensitive nipples.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered, looking me over. I tried my best to not blush, to not cover myself as he stared at me. Of course, we’ve fucked before, but we haven’t seen one another completely naked.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I moaned, grabbing the back of his head, pulling him down to me. It was a mess of clothes flying, our warmed skin touching one another finally as he carried me to his bed, throwing me down. I bounced back, a smile on my face, giggles leaving my mouth as he growled playfully, tugging on my pants and underwear. Not bothering to savor the moment, only bothering to get each of us as naked as we could be.

He flung my pants across the room, standing above me, looking down at me, completely exposed for him. “If you keep staring, I’m gonna have to get my clothes back on.” I winked.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He smirked. I sat up, biting down on my bottom lip, working on his belt. He watched me, his chest rising and falling, watching as I undid his belt, tugging on the button and pulling on the zipper, pulling it slowly. Letting the sound ringing between us, teasing the both of us. I hooked my fingers into the loops of his pants, tugging them down with his boxer, my mouth drooling at the sight before me. I was always surprised seeing how well endowed he was. He quickly kicked off the jeans and boxers, crossing his arms and throwing the shirt across the room. I leaned back, staring up at him, taking his naked form in, memorizing it. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He winked.

“Maybe I will.” He raised an eyebrow at that, a smug grin forming on his lips.

“Is that what you’re into?” He smirked, bending down, placing a knee on the edge of the bed, basically crawling towards me.

“Into what?” I innocently asked, my heart ready to pound out of my chest as he stopped at my legs, staring at me.

“You’re into getting filmed, aren’t you?” I blushed, not really knowing if I was. The thought of Negan staring down at me, camera in his hand, filming us doing unspeakable things, only make me clench.

“I’m not sure.” I told him, feeling sheepish. “But I don’t mind finding out with you.” He smiled, staring at me like he was the big bad wolf, and I was his little red riding hood.

He pounced on me, grabbing my thighs, pulling me closer to him, lifting my thighs high, spreading me for him. I was basically bent in half as he leaned back on his legs, looking down at me spread for him. He grabbed his swollen cock, slapping it against my cunt as he stared down at the both of us, watching as he rubbed himself along my soaked folds. I was completely at his mercy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

He slipped himself into me, my jaw dropping as he stretched me open, his face scrunching as I squeezed him, his cock stretching me, the slight discomfort of how big he was only added to every single second.

He gave me no time to adjust, simply holding my thighs, and began thrusting with all his might. I was a whimpering moaning mess under him, grabbing at his wrist, begging for him to not stop as he continued to ruin me. Holding my legs open, stretching me to the max as he used me for his pleasure. “Look at you taking it like a good girl.” He praised.

He wrapped his arms around my body, lifting me up into his lap. I grabbed onto him, sitting on his lap, his cock drilling  the sharp tug I felt in my heart as we stared at one another.

He slipped in deeper as I sat on him, his hands gripping at my back, keeping me to him as he moved together. I sat higher on him, my arms wrapped around his neck, staring at one another as he moved. It was all so much, the feeling of him filling me up again, the feeling of my release building in the pit of my stomach, it all felt so personal, so quick, and so… passionate.

We held onto one another, moving together, his cock slipping from me, and immediately returning to its rightful place. Our chest pressed together, one hand digging into my back, holding me to him, his other hand grabbing my shoulder, helping me come down even harder on him. We were a moaning mess, our whimpers and moans mixing, sweat collecting on each other.

“Don’t stop.” I whimpered, looking down at him. His pupils were blown with lust, his hair disheveled, his eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. He looked absolutely sinful.

“I’m not going to stop.” He whispered back to me, groaned as I clenched around him, dropping his head onto my chest. I snaked my hands into his soaked hair, holding on as his forehead brushed against my hot chest, grounding myself and bringing myself harder on him. “Fuck.” He groaned into my chest, his hands tightening on my body. I didn’t even realize my eyes were shut, the pleasure taking over my body, my mind a blank as we moved.

His hand cupped my face, moving my head to look down at him. I’m sure I looked crazy, if anything, I looked like I belonged in a damn porno.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispered to me, gasping as I clenched around him again. All the emotions built again, everything crashing on me, and all I could do was kiss him. The welcoming feeling of my climax was ready to pour out of me, threatening to spill as I rode him.  “Let me fill this cunt up.” He whispered against my lips. “I want to see you filled with my cum.” With a hard nod, Negan dropped me on my back, a grunt leaving my lips as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to him, my legs spread wide open for him, a slight burn on my inside thigh as he spread me wider, filling me up again. In no time, he was pounding into me, pornographic moans and groans leaving our lips as he held me down by my hips, staring down as he fucked me.

“I’m- I’m-” I gasped, feeling everything in my body tense, the body shaking orgasm running through my body as he picked up his pace, slamming into me harder, his pubic bone hitting my clit perfect each time, my legs shaking against him. “Fuck, Negan.” I yelled, throwing my head back, clenching around him, my hands grabbing his wrist as I came around him, my hips bucking against his hands as he held me down.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” he repeated, his hips slamming against me once, then twice, stilling against me as his cock twitched in me, thick ropes of cum filling me. “Holy fuck.” He growled, giving me a hard thrust as he let everything wash over himself, pumping himself dry in me.

He fell against me, holding himself up by his forearms, his head resting against my shoulder.

I don’t know how he felt, but I knew I was a giddy mess, a loopy smile on my face, my eyes hooded, a tired but relaxed look over my face. Negan looked up at me, noticing the look, a smile on his face. “What’s so funny.” He whispered, watching as I shook my head, a few giggles leaving my mouth.

“I just… feel great.” I smiled, watching as he shook his head, lifting himself off of me. The smile was wiped with a gasp as I felt him slip from me, his cum slowly leaking out of me. I groaned as I dropped my legs, sitting up. Negan pulled his pants up, looking at me. “What?” I smiled, feeling a bit self conscious.

He smirked, shaking his head and heading to his bathroom. He grabbed a towel, coming back to me. With no words, he helped me clean up, his hands gentle as he cleaned me, the soft towel brushing against my sore core. He helped me up, grabbing my underwear, throwing them at me, grabbing his shirt as well and tossing it at me. It was a comfortable silence as I slipped the clothes on.

As much as I loved feeling that this was normal, and that this was something that I could get used to, reality hit both of us the second we heard my phone vibrating. The relaxed smile fell from my lips as Negan reached down, slipping my phone from my pants back pocket.

“It’s Adam.”

~~~~~

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The Time Traveler’s Bullshit

@katrani comissioned me to write out my full review of The Time Traverler’s Wife, my most hated book of the year thus far, and I feel like it won’t be dethroned. nearly 3,000 words and I skipped a whole section I was going to write about, ENJOY

Three dollars and ninety nine cents will buy you a Big Mac. It will buy you four hours of downtown parking in my city. Three dollars and ninety-nine cents will buy you a latte made with burnt coffee at Starbucks. For Three dollars and ninety-nine cents, I can get a can of terrible beer and have a dollar left over for tip. All of which would have been a better choice than what I ultimately spent that three dollars and ninety-nine cents on, which was this book. 

I am careful to read hyped books out of their time, so that I’m not influenced by something that has been so lauded no book could ever hope to reach those heights. So when this first came around, and I saw many women talking about how much they had loved it, I figured I would just read it later. I buy books used, so this is generally what I do even outside of worrying about being affected. 

I finally picked this book up after a reader of mine told me it reminded them of my writing. 

After reading it, several years after all the hype, I have one question: Are women who fuck men okay? 

(“Why not just straight women, Doc?” you may rightly ask me, and I, unfortunately, am forced to answer that I know a number of bisexual women who also enjoyed this book, leading me to believe that the trouble is far worse than previously imagined.)

I found this book to be borderline insulting, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have claimed this book was written by a man. The entire way through I felt the constant assault of the idea that this reminded someone of ME. What have I been doing wrong all my life, I asked? I should probably give up writing. 

Let’s go into the book itself!

The core of the novel hinges around the idea that Henry goes through time without wanting to and with no consious conrol, and so in a sense lives his life out of order. This is a fascinating idea but for the fact that book’s main hinge is the relationship between Clare and Henry. 

Who Henry meets, as an adult out of time, when she is six. 

And proceeds to groom her to be his wife someday. 

Oh, it isn’t put that way, of course, it’s simply that they end up married and so, I suppose the author might say, it’s only natural that Henry interact with her when he comes the “the Meadow” nearby where she lives. But this sort of “things are already decided” that the author is extremely fond of does not remove this intensely squicky framework from their relationship. Henry begins with Clare when she is six years old, and it comes on VERY fast that they are supposed to get married. She is at a sleepover, still as a literal child, ELEVEN YEARS OLD, when the Ouija board spells out his name as the boy who likes her. 

The book takes pains to describe how he won;t have sex with her until she’s 18, but how difficult it is for a thirties to forties man not to have sex with her when she’s 15, 16, 17. I want to say there might be a part where he describes it when she’s 14, but I can’t find it in the book right now, so we’ll pretend it’s not there. “But they’re married in the furute!” one might say, listen if my wife had to resist having sex with sixteen year old me, and didn’t see me as a fucking child, I would think she was gross. It’s gross for a thirty-something to forty -something dde to struggle not to fuck a teenager, period, end of story. 

All of this is wrapped in the book’s idea that this is romantic, instead of the idea that Clare’s “date with destiny” is tragic. She doesn’t ever have a boyfriend, because she is “waiting for Henry”. She sleeps with one of Henry’s friends before he and Clare ever officially “meet” and bursts into tears because she feels as if she has been unfaithful. Meanwhile, Henry is out having girlfriends like no one’s business, and “Well Doc he doesn’t know” why is Clare the one who has to bear this arranged marriage? 

Clare herself even alludes to the way she’s being groomed to be the woman he wants in a way that I DO NOT THINK the author intended, as the author is desperately wrapped up in the idea that this is sexy and romantic and not deeply fucking unsettling. 

Pretentious-ass Henry is dropping German into a casual conversation with a thirteen year old so that you know he is learned and cool, and explain that it’s from Rilke, one of their (note: Not your, but OUR) favorite poets. 

Clare responds: “You’re doing it again!” 

“What?” 

“Telling me what I like.” Clare burrows into my lap with her feet. Without thinking I put my feet on her shoulders, but then that seems too sexual, somehow, and I quickly take Clare’s feet in my hands again and hold them together with one hand in the air as she lies on her back, innocent and angelic with her hair spread nimbus-like around her on the blanket. (Sidebar: I can only fucking imagine that the sort of people that are into this are the sort of people who think nothing at the idea of some Victorian gentleman marrying his attractive young ward, as apparently there’s no problem with having seen someone as a child and then having them marry you! It’s not deeply fucked up at all!)  …..

“Henry?” 

“Yes?”

“You are making me different.” 

“I know.” 

These brief asides are meant to make us feel that Henry has done enough to assuage his guilt, that we are meant to forget that what he is doing is wrong. The book goes so far as to have sixteen year old Clare be the aggressor with a 37 or so year old Henry, as a way of trying to tell us, “Oh look none of this can be Henry’s fault” and an absolutely cringeworthy section where Henry goes and beats up a kid who took Clare on a date and proceeded to assault her. (She dates him to prove she’s not a dyke wow what a great book and thank you for reminding us that Clare never wants to see anyone else for her own sake even as a teenager, very healthy)

All of which would make me a hell of a lot more mad if I managed to like Clare even a little bit. But it’s not at all surprising that I don't--Clare is hardly a character in this story so much as she’s a cardboard cutout that exists for Henry. 

Each of her desires and thoughts revolves around him, from the time she’s a child, save for minor pouting incidents when Henry either won’t tell her something, or disagrees with her. But she always caves, but for the exception of having a child, another horrible thing we’re meant to feel sorry for them in, but I, at least, never really do, as they know the problem, they know how horribly Henry’s life has been affected, and yet they persevere. I find myself asking why in the fuck they don’t use donor sperm, but I suppose that would not fulfill Clare’s real use as being Henry’s vessel. It might have been very touching to write about their experience of infertility if they were likeable at all, or the chapters were anything but flat and emotionless despite dealing with really high-emotion topics. It’s essentially Clare saying “I want a baby inside me” and having a series of miscarriages. I’ve read more compelling narratives on online message boards. 

Not to mention when Henry suggests adopting and Clare says “That would be pretending” bitch fuck ALL THE WAY OFF. I repeat: WE ARE MEANT TO LIKE THIS CHARACTER. NOTHING ABOUT HER IS SHOWN AS A NEGATIVE. 

A fair amount of time in the book is spent describing how hot Clare is, and it’s a bit cringey to read about a super hot redhead with great tits and also rich, who’s a visual artist, and then flip to the back and see a redheaded visual artist as the author. It’s not that I don’t believe that authors are ever allowed to find themselves in a character, quite the contrary, but one hopes that there would be a level of detachment or at least plausible deniability. But no, Clare is nothing but wish fulfillment for the author, but unfortunately cannot fulfill any of ours. I get the sense that these characters are far more complex and layered in Niffenegger’s head, but they fall completely flat on the page, sketches of annoying human beings. 

Clare seems to have been raised in an Austen novel, where the home is noted for its architecture and we ‘dress for dinner’ which could be intensely compelling if they ever went anywhere with it. But we don’t. Because of course Clare’s raising in a straightlaced, extremely wealthy family has no affect on her and she is a very cool girl who is laid back and likes the right music and poetry. (Sidebar: The name dropping in this novel is SO TIRESOME. Every band, artist, poet, etc has to be named and identified so your are aware of how absolutely well-read and smart and cool Niffenegger is) 

The we’re meant to feel for Henry when her family finds out that he is half-Jewish which I suppose is meant to be shocking when he doesn’t practice or isn’t different in any marked way from her family? The character has no Jewishness in him but as a side note and dare I say for shock value. Her family isn’t even written as believably against the union, as no one can resist super cool hipster protag Henry DeTamble (Even his name sounds INSUFFERABLE) 

The problem, of course, is that the very wealthy can buy their way out of many problems, meaning that an author has to have a particular deftness of hand in order to make you feel something for them. This is not that author. Any sympathy one might have for Clare goes immediately out the window when she’s complaining about having only a small room for a studio in which to create, while she’s living off the INTEREST from her trust fund, and hiring a cleaning service because neither of them is willing to vacuum. Not her trust fund. The INTEREST from her trust fund, which means there must be so much fucking money in there we all want to scream. 

Of course, Henry goes into the future and wins the lottery so they can give her a new studio, I shit you not this is a thing that happens in a novel where we are supposedly meant to identify with the characters and feel for them. They buy a nice house with a separate studio in the backyard, not even in the house, just a large brick edifice where Clare can do whatever she wants because these people don’t have consequences until Henry’s death, and by the time he dies, we’re all thanking God that at least there’s one thing they can’t weasel out of. The book has the audacity to have them, later, describe having a private box as one of their “little indulgences” friends a private box is the realm of $1,800 dollars for ONE showing of an opera, and while I am a believer in the good of occasionally saving up to do something that is an experience, there is no way I would describe that as an ‘indulgence” but these people have such wealth that they never need worry about anything at all, except the central point, which is that Henry drifts in and out of time and we would like to sentence a child to that. 

Henry himself is a collection of traits rather than a person--it is so important to the author that we know he is a real punk with great musical taste, that he knows German and poetry and Chicago--it’s all rather a laundry list of the long-haired, tall, punkish but very classically learned boyfriend Niffenegger would like to have rather than someone who has a heart or a mind.  But the luck of it all is that she clearly cares about henry far more than she does Clare, and so he gets a bit of fleshing out with a tragic anime backstory and all that, and from time to time we see bursts of real humanity in his character. 

Their love, even if it were not burdened by the exceptional trouble of CLARE BEING GROOMED AS A CHILD, has the weight of air. Henry is a womanizer with a drug problem, but then he meets Clare, hot rich redhead who proves she’s known him her whole life, and suddenly the magic swelling violins are in the background, love has found its day, and no more is ever said about it.The book refuses to get anywhere deep into how they feel about things and why, it is only glancing blows that seem to suggest an emotion rather than allowing ourselves to get into their minds.  

The bulk of the description of their love is sex. Sex sex sex. I get it, they are hot for each other, I am trying very hard to get over the fact that they are married when Clare is 22 and Henry is thirty, but you’re giving me nothing to pin their relationship on but the fact that they enjoy railing each other and Henry has been around since Clare was a child. I don’t understand the why of their relationship even once, it all seems so accidental, and I wanted there to be a lesson, or something to be said about humanity and relationships, but I found nothing save for maybe the idea that women are fully engrossed in their relationships and men basically luck into them and then drop out from time to time? But even that is far far deeper than I think the novel deserves credit for. 

The side characters are somehow worse, mainly racist stereotypes or one note characters who ALSO exist to have their lives enhanced by the protagonists. Even their friends only exist so that Gomez can have the hots for Clare for years, because Everyone Wants To Bone Clare. 

The writing itself is terrible too, written in the style of a script, almost, rapidly shifting between first person narratives in a matter of one or two paragraphs, often, helpfully telling who is talking by, I shit you not, putting “CLARE:” or “HENRY:” before the paragraphs, so we can enjoy who it is that is navel gazing and picking over the conversation without saying anything really, save for how badly Henry wants to fuck his super hot wife, who may or may not currently be a teenager, and how desperately Clare loves him, and has loved him since she was a child, for reasons that remain unclear. 

It’s padded out and ridiculous and reads like some of the drafts when I am being a complete garbage pile, and thank you to the person online who had already typed this out so I didn’t have to:

Henry:

Clare is wearing a wine-colored velvet dress and pearls. She looks like a Botticelli by way of John Graham: huge gray eyes, long nose, tiny delicate mouth like a geisha. She has long red hair that covers her shoulders and falls to the middle of her back. Clare is so pale she looks like a waxwork in the candlelight. I thrust the roses at her. "For you."

Please try to read that with a straight face and get back to me, i could not manage it, and it was early on the book, and this sort of thing goes on for pages, if you don’t like hearing about how pale Clare is, and that she has red hair, her two most dominating character traits, you are in for a very, very rough time. 

The narrative voice of the characters is identical. I mean, I suppose I should thank whatever god is responsible for this clusterfuck for the CLARE and HENRY bits because otherwise I would have no clue who was talking from moment to moment. Does NIffenegger think all people think alike? That their internal monologues are the same? It seems to me she must because I can’t figure any other way that one could write two characters and have them, even when their opinions differ, sound like the exact same person. 

I did enjoy the letter at the end of this story--and this is where I saw where my reader connected me to this book--it almost seems as if it was written for a different novel, a novel about a doomed love between two people that truly loved each other and had rich inner lives. It’s beautiful, or it would be totally removed from this novel. 

This review has, in itself, gotten to be as rambling and listing as the novel, and so I will let it rest here. I read incredibly fast. This took me something like five or six hours to read. It was a waste of every single one of those hours and I wish I had gotten a Big Mac instead. Save yourself, save six hours, save three dollars and ninety-nine cents, and read literally anything else. 

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The Best of Soft Rock: More Than A Feeling

 SONG TITLE                                ARTIST       TIME

Lowdown                                     Boz Scaggs    5:18

Whenever I Call You “Friend”  Kenny Loggins    3:18

Piano Man                                    Billy Joel         5:40

Longer                                     Dan Fogelberg    3:18

Miracles                                Jefferson Starship  3:33

Lost in Love                              Air Supply          3:55

More Than I Can Say              Leo Sayer            3:39

Rosanna                                         Toto              4:03

More Than a Feeling                  Boston              3:26

Take It on the Run               REO Speedwagon  3:37

Make Me Lose Control           Eric Carmen         4:48

Total Eclipse of the Heart       Bonnie Tyler         5:35

Living Inside Myself              Gino Vannelli          4:25

The Flame                            Cheap Trick            4:50

Sara                                        Starship               4:23

SONG TITLE                                  ARTIST                   TIME

Livin’ Thing                         Electric Light Orchestra        3:34

This Is It                                   Kenny Loggins                 3:59

Africa                                                Toto                          4:59

Eye In The Sky                      Alan Parsons Project          4:35

Look What You’ve Done to Me       Boz Scaggs                5:18

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling Daryl Hall & John Oates  4:36

All Out Of Love                              Air Supply                    4:03

Can’t Fight This Feeling           REO Speedwagon            4:55

The Search Is Over                        Survivor                       4:14

All by Myself                               Eric Carmen                    7:11

Without You                               Harry Nilsson                   3:21

Year of the Cat                           Al Stewart                        6:38

Dust in the Wind                         Kansas                            3:27

Vincent                                    Don McLean                       4:01

Please Come to Boston         David Loggins                     4:09

SONG TITLE                                    ARTIST                                  TIME

Baby I’m-a Want You                           Bread                                   2:32

A Horse with No Name                       America                                 4:09

Diamond Girl                                    Seals & Crofts                          4:04

I Saw the Light                                 Todd Rundgren                         3:01

Blinded by the Light                Manfred Mann's Earth Band              3:51

It Might Be You                               Stephen Bishop                          4:14

She’s Gone/Sara Smile/Rich Girl        Hall & Oates                           3:29

Minute By Minute                         The Doobie Brothers                     3:28

Sentimental Lady                                Bob Welch                              3:46

How Much I Feel                                 Ambrosia                                 4:44

Everybody’s Got To Learn Sometime The Korgis                               4:12

If You Leave Me Now                          Chicago                                   3:57

Sailing                                        Christopher Cross                             4:17

Waiting For A Girl Like You             Foreigner                                     4:52

Against All Odds                            Phil Collins                                    3:25

SONG TITLE                                    ARTIST                                              TIME

Ride Like the Wind                        Christopher Cross                                  4:32

Saturday in the Park                          Chicago                                              3:57

Sister Golden Hair                              America                                              3:20

You’re So Vain                                Carly Simon                                            4:18

If                                                          Bread                                                  2:35

Ooh Baby Baby                              Linda Ronstadt                                        2:42

Him                                                Rupert Holmes                                         3:40

You Are the Woman                         Firefall                                                    2:45

All I Need                                       Jack Wagner                                             3:32

Walking In Memphis                       Marc Cohn                                                4:19

Making Love Out Of Nothing At All  Air Supply                                                5:01

I Want to Know What Love Is        Foreigner                                                   5:00

The Living Years                    Mike + the Mechanics                                       5:33

Drive                                               The Cars                                                   3:57

One More Night                           Phil Collins                                                   4:48

I’ll Be There                             The Escape Club                                             4:57

SONG TITLE                                                     ARTIST                                TIME

Summer Breeze                                           Seals & Crofts                             3:26

Key Largo                                                     Bertie Higgins                             3:19

Make It with You                                                 Bread                                    3:12

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?     Chicago                               3:22

Dream Weaver                                           Gary Wright                                  4:18

Hello It’s Me                                            Todd Rundgren                                3:52

Sara Smile                                      Daryl Hall and John Oates                       3:12

Chuck E.’s In Love                             Rickie Lee Jones                                  3:28

Black Water                                  The Doobie Brothers                                 4:16

Still the One                                             Orleans                                           3:56

Hurt So Bad                                      Linda Ronstadt                                      3:18

Cool Change                                  Little River Band                                      4:08

Biggest Part Of Me                      ��     Ambrosia                                              5:27

Never Be the Same                    Christopher Cross                                       4:41

You Can Do Magic                           America                                                 3:57

SONG TITLE                                    ARTIST                                                TIME

The Guitar Man                                 Bread                                                   3:45

Tin Man                                           America                                                  3:27

Wildfire                               Michael Martin Murphey                                     4:50

25 or 6 to 4                                  Chicago                                                     4:52

Lotta Love                               Nicolette Larson                                             2:43

What a Fool Believes         The Doobie Brothers                                          2:27

Steal Away                              Robbie Dupree                                              3:31

You’re the Only Woman              Ambrosia                                                   4:22

Sexy Eyes                                Dr. Hook                                                       3:00

Kiss You All Over                       Exile                                                           3:30

Even the Nights Are Better   Air Supply                                                       3:59

Arthur’s Theme                  Christopher Cross                                             3:55

Dance with Me                       Orleans                                                         3:21

Beautiful in My Eyes            Joshua Kadison                                              4:10

Black Velvet                        Alannah Myles                                                 4:48

SONG TITLE                        ARTIST                                                         TIME

California Dreamin’      The Mamas & The Papas                                       2:54

Kokomo                        The Beach Boys                                                     3:36

Ventura Highway             America                                                               3:32

Listen to the Music      The Doobie Brothers                                               3:27

I Can See Clearly Now     Johnny Nash                                                     2:43

It Never Rains in Southern California  Albert Hammond                             3:38

Thank You For Being A Friend            Andrew Gold                                   4:45

Everything I Own                                    Bread                                           3:07

When Will I Be Loved                     Linda Ronstadt                                     2:10

I Keep Forgettin’                         Michael McDonald                                    3:41

Baby Come Back                               Player                                                2:16

Circle in the Sand                       Belinda Carlisle                                         4:27

Hold On                                     Wilson Phillips                                            3:41

I’ll Be Over You                              Toto                                                        3:50

Just the Way It Is, Baby          The Rembrandts                                           4:09

 SONG TITLE                            ARTIST                                                     TIME

We Don’t Talk Anymore       Cliff Richard                                                      4:13

Baker Street                       Gerry Rafferty                                                     2:13

When Your in Love with a Beautiful Woman  Dr. Hook                                  2:56

Fool (If You Think It’s Over)       Chris Rea                                                     3:33

You’re No Good                     Linda Ronstadt                                                 3:46

Reminiscing                        Little River Band                                                 3:17

The Air That I Breathe           The Hollies                                                       4:12

Sad Eyes                            Robert John                                                        1:55

I Go Crazy                          Paul Davis                                                           5:23

Hearts                                Marty Balin                                                           4:19

These Dreams                     Heart                                                                  4:17

Jessie                           Joshua Kadison                                                         4:22

Release Me                   Wilson Phillips                                                          3:54

The Doctor                 The Doobie Brothers                                                    3:45

SONG TITLE                    ARTIST                                                               TIME

Maggie May                Rod Stewart                                                               5:15

Higher and Higher      Rita Coolidge                                                             4:01

Whatcha Gonna Do?  Pablo Cruise                                                              4:15

I’m in You                   Peter Frampton                                                           4:11

Drift Away                     Dobie Gray                                                              3:56

More Love                   Kim Carnes                                                               3:37

Babe                             Styx                                                                         4:01

Into The Night        Benny Mardones                                                            4:31

It’s a Heartache       Bonnie Tyler                                                                 3:45

While You See a Chance   Steve Winwood                                                 4:06

Show Me the Way       Peter Frampton                                                        2:30

Fooled Around and Fell in Love    Elvin Bishop                                           4:37

Lonesome Loser           Little River Band                                                     3:54

I’m Not in Love                10 CC                                                                    6:07

I Just Wanna Stop         Gino Vannelli                                                           3:37

SONG TITLE                    ARTIST                                                              TIME

Daniel                          Elton John                                                                3:53

I Need You                   America                                                                    3:07

I Can Dream About You    Dan Hartman                                                       4:11

Escape                      Rupert Holmes                                                            3:54

I’d Really Love to See You Tonight  England Dan & John Ford Coley          2:38

On and On                 Stephen Bishop                                                          3:01

Tempted                        Squeeze                                                                  4:01

The Things We Do For Love   10 CC                                                           3:31

The Best of Times           Styx                                                                      4:18

Cry                       Godley and Creme                                                          3:55

Your Wildest Dreams   The Moody Blues                                                    4:51

Higher Love                 Steve Winwood                                                       5:46

More Than Words           Extreme                                                               5:36

I’d Do Anything for Love    Meat Loaf                                                          5:17

Do You Feel Like We Do      Peter Frampton                                              7:20

SONG TITLE                      ARTIST                                                          TIME

So In to You             Atlanta Rhythm Section                                             4:23

Fly, Robin, Fly           Silver Connection                                                     3:50

Sentimental Lady        Bob Welch                                                              3:46

Show And Tell             Al Wilson                                                                 3:29

Wild Flower             The New Birth                                                             3:59

Delta Dawn             Helen Reddy                                                               3:09

American Pie          Don McLean                                                                8:35

Rock Me Gently      Andy Kim                                                                     3:29

Go All The Way      The Raspberries                                                          3:22

Mr. Big Stuff            Jean Knight                                                                 2:49

Oh Babe, What Would You Say     Hurricane Smith                                   3:26

Hooked On A Feeling     Blue Swede                                                         2:53

 Having My Baby           Paul Anka                                                             2:33

Last Song                     Edward Bear                                                          3:13

The Streak                   Ray Stevens                                                           3:18

SONG TITLE                  ARTIST                                                            ��  TIME

Rhinestone Cowboy   Glen Campbell                                                         3:16

Too Late To Turn Back Now  Cornelius Brothers And Sister Rose             3:20

Boogie Fever             The Sylvers                                                              3:30

Reminiscing            Little River Band                                                         3:17

I Just Want To Celebrate    Rare Earth                                                      2:54

One Bad Apple           The Osmonds                                                         2:43

Have You Never Been Mellow   Olivia Newton-John                                 3:33

Magic                            Pilot                                                                      3:05

Boogie Oogie Oogie     A Taste of Honey                                                  3:38

Right Back Where We Started From   Maxine Nightingale                        3:15

Sad Eyes                        Robert John                                                        1:55

Gonna Fly Now                Bill Conti                                                            2:48

My Sharona                  The Knack                                                            4:02

You Sexy Thing          Hot Chocolate                                                        4:05

Puppy Love               Donny Osmond                                                       3:06

SONG TITLE                 ARTIST                                                              TIME

Love Train                  The O'Jays                                                              2:58

Knock Three Times     Dawn                                                                      2:55

Brandy                    Looking Glass                                                             3:04

Little Willy                  Sweet                                                                       3:12

Baby Don’t Get Hooked on Me    Mac Davis                                              3:06

Take Me Home, Country Roads    John Denver                                         3:13

It Never Rains in Southern California   Albert Hammond                           3:38

Brand New Key                Melanie                                                              2:26

Come and Get Your Love       Redbone                                                      3:32

More. More, More (Part 1)      Andrea True Connection                              3:02

I Can See Clearly Now         Johnny Nash                                                  2:43

Everybody Plays the Fool     The Main Ingredient                                       3:22

Indian Reservation             Paul Revere & The Raiders                              2:52

The Cover of “Rolling Stone”   Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show                2:55

When Will I See You Again      The Three Degrees                                     3:00

SONG TITLE                           ARTIST                                                      TIME

Rich Girl                    Daryl Hall and John Oates                                        2:23

Lady Marmalade                    LaBelle                                                         3:21

Best of My Love              The Emotions                                                      3:41

Fire                             The Pointer Sisters                                                  3:28

Miracles                        Jefferson Starship                                                 3:33

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing    Leo Sayer                                            2:51

Here You Come Again         Dolly Parton                                                   2:58

Disco Lady                        Johnnie Taylor                                                  4:25

Saturday Night                Bay City Rollers                                                  2:56

Rock On                           David Essex                                                      3:26

Wildfire                  Michael Martin Murphey                                              4:50

You Take My Breath Away   Rex Smith                                                    3:15

I Go Crazy                      Paul Davis                                                         5:23

Stumblin’ In        Suzi Quatro and Chris Norman                                      3:31

Torn Between Two Lovers    Mary MacGregor                                         3:44

SONG TITLE                      ARTIST                                                          TIME

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown     Jim Croce                                                         3:00

Don’t Pull Your Love     Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds                          2:41

Love Will Keep Us Together  Captain and Tennille with Neil Sedaka        3:24

Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song  B.J. Thomas             3:22

She’s A Lady                 Tom Jones                                                           2:51

How Do You Do?       Mouth & MacNeal                                                   4:07

Black and White        Three Dog Night                                                      3:51

Escape                      Rupert Holmes                                                        3:54

Drift Away                 Dobie Gray                                                              3:56

It’s a Love Beat     The DeFranco Family                                                 3:09

I’m in You               Peter Frampton                                                          4:11

The Candy Man     Sammy Davis, Jr.                                                      3:10

Spiders & Snakes   Jim Stafford                                                              3:05

Billy, Don’t Be A Hero  Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods                       3:40

The Morning After     Maureen McGovern                                                2:20

SONG TITLE                                   ARTIST                                          TIME

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves          Cher                                               2:36

Maggie May                                Rod Stewart                                         5:15

Baby Come Back                            Player                                              2:16

I Just Wanna Stop                   Gino Vannelli                                           3:37

Jackie Blue                 Ozark Mountain Daredevils                                  3:37

Higher And Higher               Rita Coolidge                                              4:01

I’m Not in Love                           10 CC                                                   6:07

Y.M.C.A.                               Village People                                            3:45

Will It Go Round in Circles     Billy Preston                                              3:46

I Just Want to Be Your Everything   Andy Gibb                                        3:44

Do You Wanna Make Love        Peter McCann                                        4:01

Signs                            Five Man Electrical Band                                    4:02

Disco Duck                              Rick Dees                                                3:14

Montego Bay                       Bobby Bloom                                               2:55

If I Can’t Have You            Yvonne Elliman                                              3:00

SONG TITLE                         ARTIST                                                     TIME

Play That Funky Music      Wild Cherry                                                    3:16

One Toke Over the Line    Brewer & Shipley                                            3:21

Afternoon Delight          Starland Vocal Band                                           3:14

Life is a Rock                      Reunion                                                        3:31

I Can Help                         Billy Swan                                                       2:57

My Maria                       B.W. Stevenson                                                  2:31

Magnet and Steel            Walter Egan                                                     3:25

Beach Baby                    First Class                                                         2:42

The Rapper                   The Jaggerz                                                        2:45

Brother Louie                  Stories                                                               3:57

Precious and Few            Climax                                                              2:46

O-o-h Child               The 5 Stairsteps                                                      3:15

Playground in My Mind    Clint Holmes                                                     2:57

Put Your Hand In The Hand   Ocean                                                        2:53

Please Come to Boston    David Loggins                                                  4:09

SONG TITLE                      ARTIST                                                         TIME

Turn The Beat Around    Vicki Sue Robinson                                            3:24

Ring My Bell                     Anita Ward                                                        3:31

Sometimes When We Touch   Dan Hill                                                      2:22

Rose Garden               Lynn Anderson                                                      2:49

In The Summertime      Mungo Jerry                                                         3:37

Seasons in the Sun      Terry Jacks                                                           3:30

The Night Chicago Died   Paper Lace                                                       3:32

Rock The Boat            Hues Corporation                                                  3:09

Don’t Give Up on Us        David Soul          ��                                             3:39

Kung Fu Fighting         Carl Douglas                                                         3:17

Love Grows                Edison Lighthouse                                                  2:51

Sweet Mary              Wadsworth Mansion                                                 2:42

The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia   Vicki Lawrence                     3:36

TSOP             MFSB featuring the Three Degrees                                   3:35

Feelings                    Morris Albert                                                            3:45

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,227

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

Chapter 42: Dimple

“What’s really dangerous is only in your possession.”

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Seokjin woke up to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He stretched his arm, frowning slightly at the vacant space on the bed beside him. It was cold, which meant the person who was previously occupying it was gone for some time. Longer than he would have liked. Huffing like a child on the verge of a tantrum, Seokjin rolled out of bed – his boxer briefs barely hugging his waist. As he trudged sleepily toward the bathroom, he spied the time on the clock and felt himself waking up a little more out of desperation.

It was three in the morning.

“Anastasia,” called Seokjin, knocking on the bathroom door, “are you alright?”

“Huh?” he heard her ask from the other side.

He smiled. “I said, are you alright?”

She sounded like she was busying herself in the bathroom, the distinct sound of bottles being knocked over as she scrambled around the sink. Seokjin’s smile faded, suddenly dreading the worst. He grabbed onto the handle of the door, rattling it and coming to a frustrating realization that it was locked. This unnerved him more since she never made it a habit to lock the bathroom door, even when she was doing something as simple as peeing.

“H-Hold on a second, Seokjin-ah!”

There was more movement, a loud thud vibrating from the door as she seemed to stumble into it. There were a few latches being undone and she finally flung the door open. Seokjin took a step back, watching her curiously. She was dressed in her normal baggy tank top, the hem just reaching to her mid-thigh. Normally he would have found this image of her sexy, but her flushed cheeks and slightly bloodshot eyes had him worried. Immediately, his hand went up to rest against her forehead.

“What are you doing?” she asked, squinting her green eyes up at him.

“Checking your temperature,” he answered simply, noticing that she seemed to be running a slight fever. His hand slid from her forehead to grasp at her chin, lifting her face a fraction higher so he could get a better look at it from under the light. “Are you getting sick?”

She blinked up at him. “What? No!” Anastasia gently shook his hand from her face, smoothing her palms down her sides.

Seokjin folded his arms across his chest, taking a lean against the door frame to block her path as she attempted to brush past him. He lifted a brow at her, giving her a look that clearly said he wasn’t buying what she was trying to sell. She pouted and while Seokjin normally would have given into her child-like demands, he wasn’t willing to bend the knee just yet.

“Now that I think about it, you barely touched your dinner.”

Anastasia rolled her eyes, blowing some of her bangs out of her eyes in frustration. “I just wasn’t hungry.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he teased, leaning forward so that their noses were barely touching. He bit his lower lip in amusement as he watched her eyes beginning to cross. “You normally eat really well.”

She frowned. “You tryin’ to call me fat? Huh, Kim Seokjin?”

Seokjin threw his head back and laughed, shaking his head. “As if,” he said while laughing, “stop being ridiculous.”

He watched her raising her hand up, ready to smack him somewhere on his person. He hopped a step back, holding his arms up in defense.

“Oh, I’ll show you ridic—”

She barely got the words out when she suddenly stopped. Seokjin blinked at her, seeing the blank expression clouding over her features. Lowering his arms, he took slow and measured steps toward her. Not sure what was happening, he reached his hands out toward her.

“Hey, Ana?”

Instantly, the hand she was going to strike him with covered her mouth. He saw her chest rise and a muffled gagging noise managed to escape. She whirled on her heels, bee-lining for the toilet as she crouched unceremoniously onto the ground. Seokjin’s heart shot straight into his throat and he was by her side faster than he thought his legs could carry him in the short distance between them.

He began to rub slow, comforting circles along her back while Anastasia seemed to hurl all her insides out into the porcelain bowl. In between shaking breaths she was able to catch, she continued to vomit until it was to the point of her dry heaving. Tears leaked out of her eyes and Seokjin gently wiped them away, not wanting to take her from the moment she was suffering from.

When it seemed she was finally starting to calm down, he helped her sit so her back was resting against the bathtub. Seokjin reached for a hand towel, dabbing at the beads of sweat bubbling over the bridge of her nose and along her forehead. Her entire countenance was paler than normal and she began to rub at her chest slowly, massaging it in case she had the sudden urge to throw up again.

Seokjin wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her flush against his side. “Better?”

She shook her head, placing a hand to her forehead. “That was the worst of it, though.” Anastasia ran her hand through her hair. “At least, I think so?”

“Do we need to go to the hospital?”

Like a child being told she needed to get a shot, Anastasia shook her head fervently. Seokjin sighed.

“I think we should go to the hospital.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Come on,” he said, moving to stand and gently pulling her up with him, “they can at least give you something to help settle your stomach. You need to rest and you’re not going to be able to do that if you’re throwing up all night.”

Anastasia seemed dissatisfied with his answer, but when he pressed his forehead against hers and pleaded silently with his eyes, she seemed to give in. Her sigh was all the answer he needed. Seokjin pressed a kiss to her cheek, urging her out of the bathroom so they could get dressed. Thankfully, she didn’t live far from the local general hospital so it would be a quick cab ride.

They’d be in and out of the doctor’s office in no time.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Seokjin cast Anastasia a sidelong glance, seeing the sugary sweet smile forming on her lips. Her voice was a soft lilt and her eyes seemed to be sparkling. Anyone who didn’t know her would think that she was extremely happy with what she’d just heard. Seokjin knew better, however. That smile was the smile of a demon preparing to pounce on the person who’d just spoken to her.

Unfortunately, it was the doctor; oblivious to the situation.

“I was saying that congratulations are in order,” the doctor repeated.

He shifted his gaze from Anastasia to Seokjin and he was suddenly keenly aware of the large lump forming in his throat.

“She’s about four and a half weeks now. I must say that she’s showing symptoms rather early, however.” The doctor looked back at his girlfriend and Seokjin had to bite back a yelp as he felt her hand squeezing his in a vice-like grip. “You’re not placing yourself under unnecessary stress, Miss?”

Seokjin’s brows furrowed, feeling her grip increasing further. However, her face gave nothing away.

“Huh? Me?” Again, she squeezed. “Of course not, Doctor. Right, Darling?”

He felt a knuckle pop and his lips parted. Seokjin forced a smile when the doctor looked back in his direction, nodding rapidly.

“Y-Yes, of course not.”

The doctor didn’t appear pleased with the answer, but he looked back at the chart in his hands. “Hm, well alright. I’m going to suggest you not push yourself. The first trimester is the most crucial for both the mother and the baby. I’m going to prescribe a regiment for you and I strongly suggest that you abstain from heavy medication and alcohol. Obviously.” He looked back at Seokjin, his expression stern. “And you, young man, better make sure that she doesn’t experience any undue stress or shock. Make sure she relaxes as much as possible and if she asks for something particular to eat, you better go get it for her. I don’t care if you have to fly to Jeju Island to get it, understood?”

Seokjin nodded, his hand completely numb from the painful way Anastasia was squeezing it. Something fluttered over his chest softly that he barely registered it anymore. The two of them stood as the doctor rose from his chair, placing his glasses into the front pocket of his lab coat.

“I’m going to have one of the nurses give you a packet before you leave. It will contain a helpful dietary and sleep guide for you to look over. It’s not a strict regimen, but I strongly advise that you follow it to the best of your ability.” He ushered them out of the examination room, guiding them down the corridor. Before parting ways, he clapped Seokjin on the back and flashed him a proud smile. “Again, congratulations to you both.”

When the doctor left them alone in the hallway, Seokjin wasn’t sure if his feet were on the ceiling or if his head was on the floor. There was a soft ringing in his ears and he took a step back, the heavy thud of his heart rattling his chest to the point where he could hardly focus on the very act of breathing. His world was spinning on its axis, as though he was on a raw tilt and about to lose his balance.

A sharp crack to the back of his head brought him crashing back to reality.

Hissing, he rubbed at his head and turned to look at Anastasia. She was glaring at him hotly, her neck and cheeks turning a rapid shade of red. Her green eyes glistened with the onset of tears and he quickly grabbed her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over the fabric of her shirt.

“Hey, Ana, listen—”

“Goddammit,” she said, her voice trembling, “JUST GODDAMMIT, KIM SEOKJIIIIIIIIN!”

Before he could say another word to soothe her, Anastasia was rapidly punching his chest. He coughed, taking a step back and then lifting his arms from the assault she was launching over his entire frame. He felt a sharp pain across his shin and he didn’t have to look to know that she’d aimed a kick straight for him. Seokjin hopped away, trying to escape the onslaught, but she wasn’t having it. Anastasia screamed in the hospital, not caring that she was receiving concerned looks from the other hospital staff.

Seokjin grabbed her, pulling her back into a nearby examination room that was thankfully empty. He held her arms firmly, preventing her from flailing against him again. She cried and screamed, on the verge of collapsing, and he held her against him. Anastasia tried to pull away from him, but Seokjin’s hold was stronger and he refused to let her go.

“This is your fault,” she muttered into the crook of his shoulder, her fists weakly pounding onto his back. Seokjin smiled, holding her even closer. “I…I can’t…”

He carded his fingers through her hair slowly, the flat of his palm resting along the back of her neck. He could tell the fight was slowly starting to leave her, feeling her body sagging against him. His legs locked to hold her weight up, her soft sobs disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. All he could do was stand there silently.

There was a soft knock at the door and a nurse poked her head in, brows furrowing in concern as she met Seokjin’s gaze. He gently patted Anastasia’s back, pulling her away from his chest as a few loose hiccups escaped her lungs. She wiped at her cheeks and eyes with her hands as the nurse handed Seokjin the packet and a few prescriptions.

“Doctor Shin asked me to give this to you,” she explained.

He nodded, holding the packet at his side. “Yes, thank you.”

The nurse gave a warm smile to Anastasia, holding out something the size of a note card toward her. “And this is for you.”

Anastasia took it from her, cradling it between her fingers. He felt her shoulders tensing before relaxing, a sob pushing from her that was quickly smothered with her hand. Wet, green eyes looked back at the nurse and she smiled before making her exit. Seokjin looked down and spied the item in her hand.

It was an ultrasound photo.

“S-Seokjin-ah,” she managed to choke out, a finger pointing toward the little black dimple on the photo, “it’s a baby.”

He turned her toward him, forcing her to meet his gaze. She pressed the photo to her chest, swallowing down another sob and he smiled down at her. Seokjin wiped at her face, ridding it of the tears.

“No,” he finally said while shaking his head. Tears brimmed his eyes, catching her off guard. “It’s our baby, Anastasia.”

The two of them laughed as she dabbed at the corner of her eye. He pulled her flush against him, leaning down to sweep his lips over hers. It wasn’t a kiss of hunger or primal need. It was one of thanks; of gratitude. He was given a miracle and knew he was the luckiest man in the world.

He dared someone to tell him otherwise.

[lovinmullen]

the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl.......