#when the doctor tells us we can finally have sex again i’ll be having him shooting blanks fr

[vilsoo]

i know i haven’t been active on here but my bf has been discharged from the urology center after his vasectomy and he’s having a good recovery so far 🤍 it’s only day 1 and he’s super sore, he can’t stand up or sit down too fast, he’s been taking his time walking, but at least he’s happy asl that he finally got this procedure done LMFAOOO

[floralpascal]

Taking Care of You

Summary: You've been stressed out and working like crazy lately. John finally has enough and devises a plan to take care of you and make you forget all about your work.

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, minors do not interact)

Warnings: stressed reader, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex (you know the drill, wrap it y'all), orgasm denial, praise

A/N: This one goes out to all my stressed and busy babes out there! This is 100% self indulgent since I've been working day and night recently. We all need us some Price to take that stress away

You knew that you had been distant for a while. Work had been piling up on you, responsibilities pressing in from all sides. It seemed like all you did was work, work, work these days. 

Your husband, John Price, was as supportive as he always was. He, of all people, understood that sometimes you just had to put your head down and get work done. When he was home with you, he always made sure that you ate and stayed hydrated. He limited your caffeine intake. He made sure you took breaks. In all, he was the most supportive, understanding man on the planet. 

…which was why his reaction now was so surprising. 

You saw him approach the makeshift office that you had set up at your kitchen table from over your laptop screen. In a soft, even voice he ordered, “Close the computer, love.”

Continuing to type, you spared him a questioning glance as you shook your head. “I just took a break like… an hour ago.”

“Three,” he corrected. “It’s almost eleven at night.”

You whipped your head up to look at the clock that hung on the wall behind him. Sure enough, he was right. Dread spread through you, your brain already kicking into crisis mode. “Shit. God, I’ve got to get this done.”

“It’ll be there tomorrow,” he countered. “You’ve been workin’ like mad all weekend long. I’m not gonna let you run yourself into the ground. So. Shut. The. Laptop.”

He stressed each word, and suddenly you felt what it must’ve been like to have John as a Captain, calm but commanding. Your eyes met his, your mouth open to fight him on the matter, but you found him ready for it, a testing eyebrow raised. It was rare that he would ever tell you what to do, but it always came when he was worried about you and trying to take care of you. Any time you had gotten a significant injury, he had made sure that you stuck to every word of the doctor’s orders. 

You huffed and leaned back, already sensing defeat. Instead, you tried to plead with him, “John, I won’t be able to sleep unless I get this done. I’ll just keep thinking about it.”

He put one hand on the table, leaned toward you, and pushed the laptop closed with the other hand. With his face barely a breath from yours and his eyes darkening, he rumbled, “I can fix that.”

Your body reacted to his sultry insinuation immediately, your heart rate jumping in an instant. You couldn’t help but drop your gaze to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “And how’s that?”

“I’ll make it so that you can barely even think anymore. I’ll wear you out so much you’ll fall asleep without even a thought about this,” he said, tapping the closed lid of your laptop. 

At times like this, you hated how easy it was for him to get you riled up. He knew exactly how to play you, exactly how to make his gravelly voice even more enticing, exactly what to say to get you squirming in your seat for him like you were now. 

You pressed your lips together, thinking for a moment. You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want this. You were so tired of all the work and John knew exactly how to play you. But if he was going to have some fun, then so were you. With a provocative flit to your voice, you challenged, “Then prove it, Captain.”

For a moment, all he did was let a sultry smile pull at his lips. Then he was on you, his hands guiding you up from your chair and his lips finding yours. It was all fire and passion, but yet not too rushed. No, John never rushed this early. He loved to work you up slowly and leave you begging for him to just touch you already. He followed that playbook now, walking you backwards to press you up against the wall, his hand guarding your head from hitting it. 

As he tilted your head to give his lips access to your neck, he rasped against your burning skin, “Never too stressed to tease me, are you?”

Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive part of your neck, your hands clawing at his back and tangling in his short hair. After a moment, he moved back up to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours for a long while. 

Eventually, his hands on your hips guided you to walk with him towards your shared bedroom. You took turns pulling at the other’s clothes, leaving a trail haphazardly in your wake. By the time you both passed through the doorway, John was only in his boxers and you in your plain black bra and panties. As he laid you back onto the bed, he eyed you as hungrily as he did when you wore lingerie for him. 

“D’ya know how fuckin’ sexy you are, love?” His hands pressed against your stomach before roaming up, up, up as slowly as possible. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ghosted his hands over your bra, arching shamelessly into his touch. Still drinking the sight of you in, he rasped, “Gotta take care of you. Gotta make sure I get rid of all that stress, all those worries.”

“John…” you whined, already needy and falling for his plan. One side of his mustache raised in a smile, clearly understanding that he already had you right how he wanted you. “Just touch me, please.”

John chuckled, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before placing a kiss just over your heart. “I am touchin’ you, baby.”

“Fuck, John, you know what I mean.”

He pressed the faintest of kisses up your chest and to your neck. Against the skin of your neck, he teased, “Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Use your words, love.”

Despite his insistence, he gave you no time to answer. Instead, his lips found the sensitive column of your neck, the touch no longer feather-light like it had been before. Now, he kissed and nipped with a passion that had you gasping beneath him. 

“Hhm? I didn’t catch that. Gotta speak up,” he mumbled next to your ear, the heavy timber of it sending shivers down your spine. But you could feel the curve of his lips against your soft skin, his beard prickling you as he did. 

“Don’t be a tease,” you grumbled halfheartedly. Even now, though, you couldn’t resist him. Giving in, you begged, “God, just fuck me, John.”

He made a sound of appreciation, deep and reverberating, the kind you could feel in your own chest. Leaning up over you, his icy blue eyes came to meet yours. “Now, was that really that hard?”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own smile as you grabbed his neck and leaned up to give him a bruising kiss. Returning the heat immediately, he dropped the act for a moment. Lips moving in tandem with yours, urgency lacing every movement, you felt him get lost in it. Surely enough, as he adjusted over top of you, you felt his hard-on graze your lower stomach. You chased him, hooking a leg over his hip to roll your hips against him. He groaned into your mouth, eyes squeezed shut. 

“So impatient today,” John chided. He pulled away and sat up, his hands coming to unhook and discard your bra on the floor. As he went to do the same with your underwear, you breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the torture of his teasing was finally over. 

Settling between your thighs, a man in heaven, he brought his mouth close to where you needed him. However, at the last second, his breath dusting your sensitive skin, he turned and brought his lips to the inside of your thigh instead. He still couldn’t hide his smile when you groaned in frustration. 

You were in for a hell of a ride. When he got in a teasing mood like this, there was no stopping him. 

Beard and mustache picking deliciously against you, he kissed up one thigh. Then, when he almost reached your center again, your breath hitching, he switched to the other thigh. There were some days when he did this that it felt like heaven — days when you were already losing yourself to the feel of him before he even got going. While you tried to conjure up that more present, more patient version of yourself, it didn’t seem possible now. You needed him so badly it ached. 

When your fingers found their way into his hair and gave him a light tug in the direction you needed him, he finally let you have your way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, a small chuckle shaking the broad plane of his back. As he lowered his head, his hooded eyes meeting yours, he purred, “If tha’s really what you want, love. Have it your way.”

With that, he finally brought his tongue to you. Ever so slowly, he licked into you, drawing a gasp from your chest. Sliding his hands up from your hips to hold the sides of your stomach, his tongue made a twin journey up to your clit. He flicked his tongue a few times, slowly testing you.

Though it was all too slow for your liking, he steadily built up the pace. The scrape of his beard. The flick of his tongue. The reverb of his moan as you tugged on his strands. It was a delicious cycle, speeding up each time through. 

You let your head tip back into the pillow as you finally felt that tension in your stomach — a coil winding tighter and tighter. Your breath was ragged now, your legs already bracing around John’s head. 

“Yes,” you panted, eyes squeezed shut. “Just like that. I’m so- I’m so clo-”

Right as you were about to crest that hill, John pulled away all at once. Your orgasm dissipated like a wave against the beach — there one moment and gone the next. 

You whipped your head up to look at him, disbelief and righteous fury in your eyes. You were met only with a hungry, conniving smirk from the infuriatingly sexy man between your thighs. In this moment, even with his beard and the signs of age on his face, he didn’t seem a day older than the first time you had seen this smirk. The John Price that smirked in triumph at you now was the same as the John Price who had done it for the first time nearly a decade earlier. Had you not just had euphoria ripped away from you, you probably would’ve been more sentimental about this revelation. 

“Jonathan Price, I swear to god-”

You were cut off by another one of his chuckles. He licked his lips slowly, making sure you watched as he tasted you. “Still too stressed, love. Don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“You teasing asshole,” you huffed, but the edge was lost to it. 

It only made him smirk even more. “Fine,” he acquiesced, leaning back down. “Let’s try this again.”

At the same time that his mouth found your clit again, one of his hands traveled down to slip a finger into your dripping entrance. A small moan escaped you at the new sensation. As he started to build you back up again, his mouth and finger moving in tandem, you couldn’t help but forget his past transgressions. All that mattered now was the buildup leading to the big drop, the wonder that John could work between your thighs. 

Suddenly, he slipped a second finger into you, drawing a surprised whine from your lips. “Ohh… oh, fuck…”

He groaned in approval, the vibrations of his mouth against you only upping the unbearable pleasure. 

You were there again, so close to the edge that you could practically see it. Your body tensed in anticipation of the drop like a rollercoaster. It was just-

John pulled away again, shattering the buildup to your orgasm for the second time.

You let out a pained hybrid of a groan and a whine. Now, rather than annoyance coursing its way through you, all you had was desperation. “Fuck! John, please!”

“Hmmm, there we go,” he mused. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.”

“Please let me come, baby,” you pleaded. “I need it so bad.”

Pushing himself up, your heart sunk at the thought that he might keep teasing you and leave you hanging. Though he was never, ever one to leave you wanting, you were too far out of it to think straight anymore. All you knew was that you needed him and he was holding that just out of reach. 

Instead, he climbed up to lean over you. With a gentle hand, he cradled your jaw, making you look at him. Your slick glistened on his chin and beard. His pupils were blown wide, the icy blue of them nearly lost to it. With how much self control he had, his eyes and the tent in his boxers were the only indications that he was as affected by this as you were. 

“D’ya think you’re ready for me, beautiful? Think you can take me?”

You nodded immediately, still breathless. “Need you so bad, baby. Please. I can take it.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before nodding. “That’s my girl.”

Finally, he stripped off his boxers, revealing his red, leaking cock. You couldn’t stop the small whine you made at the sight, your need for him overriding any coherent thought.

John pushed into you in one swift stroke, drawing your nails to scrape across his back. The stretch was delicious, tearing you apart and soothing the insatiable ache in your core at the same time.

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ perfect for me,” he praised. If the feeling of him seated inside you wasn’t already enough to set you ablaze, his praise was. It always was. 

His arms came to rest by either side of your head as he leaned down and stole a heated kiss from your lips. Then, he drew himself slowly out of you before sharply driving back into you again. Your body shook with the force of it, forcing you to break from his lips as you let out the most lewd moan of the night. 

But, of course, that was just the beginning. John continued like that, fucking you harder with every quick snap of his hips until the only sound in your bedroom was the slap of skin on skin and both of your grunts and moans of pleasure.

“This what you needed, baby?” John asked, voice gravelly and breathy. “You needed to get fucked this good?”

Your voice caught in your throat, a strangled sound coming out in place of an affirmation.

He sped up his pace, his cock hitting so deep within you that you had to squeeze your eyes shut. He groaned, “My good girl. Always workin’ so bloody hard. You deserve this — deserve to just let me take care of you.”

Your pussy clenched around him at his praise, drawing groans from you both. You clawed at his back, searching for some sort of tether in the tidal wave of pleasure you were trapped in now. For the third time tonight, you could see the salvation of your orgasm on the horizon. Having been denied it so many times, its immensity and force was almost alarming. 

Though you were too lost in John to think clearly, you were able to gasp out one plea. “Don’t stop! Baby, don’t- don’t stop!”

Rhythm growing sloppy, John assured, “Not gonna stop this time. Been so fuckin’ good for me. Come for me, love.”

That’s all it took to have you falling apart on his cock, the tension in your stomach snapping in an overwhelming flood of euphoria. Breath catching in your chest as you rode out the high, John continued to fuck you through it, murmuring deep praises all the while. 

Just as you were coming back down to earth, your body finally feeling like it was yours again, John was nearing his high. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, head lowered by your ear. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he was burying himself to the hilt in you, his warm cum coating your walls. You gasped at the feeling as he ground his hips into yours a little.

Still propped on his arms, he sagged down over you, his breath ragged like yours. You dragged a hand up from his shoulder blade and into his hair, letting your fingers card through the soft strands as John came back to you and pulled out. Then, he lifted up enough to meet your gaze again. He took you in for a moment before leaning down and giving you one last heated kiss. 

The two of you clearly spent, he leaned his forehead against yours after he broke away. He brought a large, calloused hand to brush against your cheek. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mused. “I love you.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “I love you.”

“Feelin’ better?”

“So much better,” you answered. The stress and pressure you had felt for days was gone now, replaced only with the feeling of John. For the first time in a long time, you truly felt relaxed. 

“I told you I could fix it,” he said triumphantly, wiggling an eyebrow at you.

After taking a moment to clean you both up, John crawled back into bed and shifted to spoon you from behind. With his strong arm over your stomach and your legs intertwined, you let him envelop you. As sleep slowly pulled you under, the only thought on your mind was him.

[discordantwritings]

Distractions (Benn Beckman x Reader)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, minor talks of cuts and blood, Benn has a hair pulling kink you can’t convince me otherwise, PiV sex

WC: 3.5k

Summary: As the doctor for the Red Haired Pirates you know there’s only so much you can do to curb their bad habits. But maybe you can help your favorite patient, Benn Beckman, kick his smoking habit with a bit of distraction.

Notes: for the lovely @fanaticsnail who is correct, Benn needs more love

“You already know what I’m going to say.” You tap your pencil on your clipboard, looking up at the grey haired man on your examination table.

“Doc, don’t start this again.” Benn’s tone is only slightly annoyed as he looks back at you.

“All that smoking is going to kill you.”

As a doctor on a pirate ship your life was all uphill battles that you were not going to win. Telling pirates to be less risky, drink less, and as is the case with this particular first mate to smoke less- all of these were battles you know you were not going to win. But it sure doesn’t stop you from trying, determined to be the annoying thorn in their side to at least make them stop and think before doing something stupid.

“Being a pirate is going to kill me, not the smoking.” Despite his tone a smirk sits on his face, he’s familiar with this song and dance you two engage in at the end of every regular check-up.

“I’m just trying to make sure you die of plain old age, alright? You know I expect the most from you Beckman, you’re the only responsible one around here.” You swivel around in your chair, placing your clipboard on your desk before standing.

“I think you’re wrong there.” Benn stands up as well reaching into his pocket to pull out his carton of cigarettes.

“Don’t you dare- not in my office!” You playfully hit him on the arm and he laughs.

“See- you’re the responsible one.” He twirls the carton in his hand, movements you’ve seen him use to spin his guns.

You roll your eyes but you can’t muster up any actual annoyance. “Maybe I am. But you’re a close second.”

Benn moves towards the door out of your office but hovers before he opens it. After a few seconds he turns back to you.

“But if I wanted to cut down- not quit mind you- just curb it. What would you suggest I do?” It takes all your professionalism not to grin from ear to ear that you had finally broken him down.

“Well, since we don’t have any nicotine substitutes one of your best bets is developing new habits.”

“You’ll have to explain a little more for me Doc.”

“Well, smoking is a whole ritual, right? You have to cut out the ritual around it and the best way to do that is to from some new rituals and habits. It’ll be good to think about some good distractions for when you feel cravings.” You explain, happy to see that he is actually listening to you.

“That does all make sense.” He shoves the carton of cigarettes back into his pocket. “I’ll try out your advice, but no promises, okay?”

“Just you trying means a lot to me.” You say honestly.

“Alright, alright. See you later Doc.” He waves and leaves you to take your next patient.

It’s only two days before Benn is back in your office, hovering in your doorway right after sunset. When you really look at him you sigh. A rag is wrapped around his hand and red is seeping through the white fabric near his palm. He gives you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for coming in right as you should be getting off for the day but-“ You are already right in front of him, delicately unwrapping the rag to assess the damage.

“Beckman what happened?” You tilt his hand to look at the deep gasp across his palm.

“Well, really it’s your fault.” He says as you guide him to sit before grabbing your supplies.

“My fault? Really?” Laying out your salves and antiseptics you shoot him a curiously look.

“I was trying to distract myself by sharpening up my daggers and, well…” He trails off but you can put two and two together.

“You’re not normally on the list of people I have to tell not to use weapons while they are of not sound mind.” Carefully you clean the wound, impressed with the way he doesn’t flinch as you do so.

“I didn’t think I was that out of it.”

“It’s your first day of cutting back.” You sigh as you get a clear view of the wound. “You’re really lucky this wasn’t any deeper. You still need stitches though.”

“Whatever you say Doc.”

Despite today’s events he was your best patient, never saying no when you tell him something needs attention. You thread up your needle and begin your work.

“Well, I guess pain is a distraction.” He jokes and if you were to look up you’d bet good money he was smirking.

“Don’t make this a habit Beckman. I can refuse to help you.”

“You would never. You’re too nice for your own good doll.” You have to bite the inside of your cheek to try and tamper your reaction to the pet name. It’s not often he uses them for you, almost always referring to you as “doc” or “doctor” but when he does it always makes your heart lurch into your throat.

It’s stupid, you know, having a crush on a pirate. Having a crush on someone you work with. But when he’s so kind and thoughtful and helpful and so damn handsome… well who could blame you?

“You really should let me teach you how to shoot one of these days.” He says after a few more moments of silence.

“You know my answer.”

“You really should know how to protect yourself.” There’s serious concern laced in his voice.

“I’m a doctor, I took an oath to do no harm.” You explain to him, like you have many times before.

“And you’re the only doctor working on a pirate ship who takes that oath seriously.”

You pull the last stitch tight before looking up at him. “I know but, the thing is I’ve never felt the need to protect myself on this ship. Sure I’ve felt in danger due to the sea but from other pirates?” You shrug. “I’ve never had any doubts you’d be there to protect me.”

There’s a few beats before you’ve realized what you’ve said.

“And Shanks and all the other crew.” You quickly add, darting your gaze away as you grab a bandage. He chuckles and you hope to whatever gods are out there you aren’t completely flushed.

“Well, can’t say I don’t like that answer.” He keeps his hand open as you wrap the bandage securely around his hand, wrapping it around a few more times for security.

“Now do your best to not break your stitches, alright?” You finally look up at him, matching his gaze.

“I’ll do my best.” He promises and you believe him. “But I’ll probably need a different distraction.”

“Yes you will.” You laugh. “Look I know it might be boring but I do need help sorting through the supplies I picked up last week when we were docked.”

“Oh, I see how it is.” His serious tone has you concerned for a second but you see that sly grin. “You’re just using me to do your dirty work.”

You gasp, mock offended. “You really think that low of me?”

“I would never think low of you. In fact, making me do your grunt work is very smart.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“No, seriously you do so much to help us all it’s only fair I help you.” His uninjured hand covers yours it’s in that moment you realize you never let go of his hand after bandaging it up. You freeze and feel your skin heating up somehow more than it already was.

“That’s- I mean- it’s my job you don’t owe me anything.” You don’t meet his gaze directly but don’t move your hand away either.

“It’s your job to help us if we get sick or injured in battle. It’s not your job to help us every time we get drunk and accidentally shoot or stab each other.”

“Very good point.”

He pats your hand before pulling both of his away and standing up. “Again, you’re too good. But I’ll be around tomorrow, alright doll?”

There was that damn pet name again and you fought the urge to melt into the floor. “Thank you Beckman.”

“Thank you Doc.”

It’s embarrassing how you count down the hours until he’s at your door again, knocking on the open door with his good hand. You’re already in the thick of organization, crates of bandages, medicines, and other supplies strewn about your office.

“Oh! Hi Beckman! C’mon in.” You stand up and begin gesturing around. “It’s a bit cluttered but trust me there’s a method to the madness.”

You go through and explain what needs to be done and Benn listens carefully, asking questions when he has them. The second you’re done he gets to work, following your orders perfectly. Well, that’s one of the many reasons why he’s an amazing first mate you suppose.

The two of you work together and have casual conversation for a few hours and the time flies by in his company. Before you know it you’re almost done and working side by side with Benn on the last few things.

“Did you redo your bandage today?” You ask as you get a good look at his hand.

“And miss the chance to have your capable hands do it?” He smiles as he hands you the final box of gauze you need to put away.

“Or I think you just forgot.”

“Maybe.” He admits and you get up to get fresh bandages.

“You’re lucky you already helped me with all this work or I might’ve handed you the bandages and sent you on your way.” You hop up on the exam table you had been using to sort supplies and take his hand, carefully unwrapping yesterday’s bandage.

“Didn’t we go over this yesterday sweetheart?” His smooth tone has your heart hammering in your chest.

Sweetheart. That was a new one.

“Yeah, yeah.” You try to play it off but you know you’re flushed. You busy yourself with replacing the bandage. “Anyways, how are you feeling? Did this help?”

“Hm? Oh the distraction thing.” He thinks it over a second, watching you bandage his wound. “Mostly.”

“Mostly? Still feeling the cravings?” You finish your work but selfishly still hold his hand in yours.

“Yeah. I mean working with you did the trick, don’t get me wrong but now that I think about leaving and going back out on deck…” He shrugs. “But I guess that’s just how it’ll go for a while.”

“It will. But I’m not kicking you out, you can stay here as long as you like.” You secretly hope he sticks around, his presence made your work faster and your heart lighter.

“You’re offering to keep distracting me?” There’s a tilt to his voice that makes your heart hammer in your chest.

“Ah- I mean-“ You kick yourself internally for being so easy to fluster. “If that helps.”

Benn chuckles. “Now you’re not thinking anything dirty are you?”

Well- none of those thoughts were at the forefront of your mind before that but now? You’re acutely aware of the fact the hand you’re holding is so close to your lap and how close his chest is to your knees.

“No?” Your attempt to lie was uniquely pathetic but it earns you another laugh.

“And if I was thinking something dirty, you wouldn’t think less of me would you doll?” He slowly stands up as he speaks, tall frame hovering over you.

“I would never.” Your voice comes out as a whisper as you stare up at him.

“You’re too good to me sweetheart.” The hand not in your lap is used to hold himself as he leans further over you, face closing in on yours. “But I gotta know this isn’t just a treatment plan.”

“No- Beckman-“

“Benn.” He corrects softly.

“Benn.” You repeat. “I want this. I want you.”

That’s all he needs before he closes the gap and kisses you. His lips are chapped but his kiss is soft and the hand in your lap moves to intertwine his finger with yours. His kisses you until you’re breathless, having to pull away to gasp for air. As you do he moves to your neck, pressing delicate kisses along the sensitive skin. Your free hand comes up and tangles in his long grey hair, anchoring yourself.

“Can I-“ You moan as he mouths against the curve of your jaw. “Confess something.”

“Anything.” He stops to look into your eyes.

“You look really hot when you smoke.”

There’s a pause where he process what you says before bursting into laughter, and you can’t help but follow suit.

“So that’s why you didn’t make me go cold turkey?” You feel his smile against your neck.

“I can be a little selfish.” His body is still a little too far away so you push your hips forward, able to just meet his. Benn groans against your neck as you feel his clothed length press against you.

“Doc, be as selfish as you want.” He adjusts his stance so he no longer has to lean on his hand and uses the now free arm to pull you flush with him. You automatically wrap your legs around his hips, moaning at the friction.

“Then can I selfishly ask for you to take your shirt off?”

“Of course.” He places one more quick kiss on your lips before pulling away and taking off his shirt. You can’t help but admire his frame- broad shoulders filtering down into a narrow waist.

“Don’t go giving me an ego now sweetheart, I’ll be as bad as our captain.” His fingers play at the hem of your shirt before pushing under, calloused finger tips splaying over your stomach.

“You could never.” You press up against his touch, needy. “C’mon Benn.”

His hands slide up and push your shirt up over your head and the second the fabric is past your face he’s kissing you again, deeper than before. Your legs grip tighter around his waist, chasing any friction you can get. His hands now push against the waistband of your pants and he breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear.

“Let up a second doll.” You obey without a second thought, unhooking your legs so he can yank your pants and underwear off, stepping away so he can fully snuck them off your legs.

Long fingers hold your thighs open as he hovers back for a second, getting a good look at your soaked core. Embarrassed you go to shut your legs but you’re not match for Benn’s strength.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He finally moves back in, slotting his hips against yours as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. There’s a hunger to his kisses now as you press your hips up and grind against him, moaning into his mouth.

You feel those long fingers dip down between your bodies and you let up on your grinding, inviting him in. Two fingers press into you and you break away from his kiss to throw you head back in a moan. His mouth moves to your neck as his fingers take you apart, curling in while his thumb gives you the pressure you need on your clit.

“Fuck- Benn-“ You hand comes up to grip in his hair and as he hits that spot inside you you pull on his hair.

His fingers falter for a second as he groans into your neck and you smile knowingly. “You like that?”

“Don’t tease me doll.” He redoubles his efforts, a third finger sliding in that makes you see stars.

You can only hold onto him while he takes you apart with just one hand, your moans filling the air as you get closer and closer to your peak. You slap his shoulder as you feel yourself on that edge, warning him.

“Hm? Don’t worry I can feel how close you are sweetheart, it’s alright I want you to cum all over my fingers. Can you do that for me?” His low voice is right in your ear and is all you need to be pushed right over the edge.

“It’s alright, that’s it.” Benn speaks to you softly as he slowly pulls his fingers out and you whine at the loss.

You watch as his holds his fingers up and you can see them covered in your slick. You’re about to be embarrassed and turn your gaze away but then his tongue darts out and licks and sucks away all of your cum. It’s hypnotizing the way he actually relishes in your taste and you feel a whole new wave of need wash over you.

“Benn- I need you in me now.” You pull his hair tight and he chuckles.

“Who am I to say no?” His hands quickly work at his pants, pulling them down just enough to release his cock, springing up to lay at your folds.

You can’t see his dick from this angle but you can feel it- long and veiny as Benn grinds between your folds. You moan as he ruts up against your clit but you’ve had enough teasing.

“Inside- please Benn.” You whine and he presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek.

He guides his tip to your entrance and he easily slides in after all the work he did moments before. The two of you groan in unison as he slowly pushes in, careful not to hurt you. He stills when he’s full sheathed in you, his head resting on your shoulders as he pants.

“Sorry- fuck doll you just feel so good- need a second.” You feel him throbbing inside you and you run your hands through his hair gently, giving him the time.

“Take your time baby. Love feeling so full.” He seems to reach and fill every last inch of you and you soak up the feeling as he gathers himself.

“Gonna start moving.” He warns you just before he slowly moves out, the drag making your toes curl.

He’s slow and steady and you can feel every inch of him moving in and out of you. One of his hands is holding him steady against the table while the other is on your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin there.

“You feel so good sweetheart- so warm and tight around me- knew you’d feel good doll.” He whispers loving praises into your ear as he thrusts and you grip the base of his ponytail to anchor yourself.

It’s not long before his pace picks up and you lock your legs around his waist as his thrusts get rougher and deeper. Your moans and the sound of his hips meeting yours fill your office, the lewdness of it all making your head spin.

“Fuck- I can feel you gripping me doll- you close? Keep- fuck- keep sounding like that I’m not gonna last long.” The hand on your hip moves and one of those damn fingers finds your clit again. You yank on his hair and grin at the way his pace stutters when you do so. “Just like that doll- please-“

You can’t deny him- not when he’s making you feel this good. You pull on his hair as your other hand grips onto his shoulder for dear life. Praise spills out of Benn’s mouth as he thrusts into you and works your clit and there’s nothing you can do but take what you’re being given. It’s not long before you feel your orgasm building up, vision blurring at the edges as you throw your head back.

“You’re almost there aren’t you sweetheart? Need to feel you cum around me- fuck- please doll.” He sounds so needy and at his demanding you’re pushed over the edge again, cumming around his cock.

“Shit-“ Benn spits out as he quickly pulls out of you and right as he does so you feel his warm cum splatter onto your hips and stomach.

The two of you catch your breath, still holding each other closely as you both figure out how to speak full sentences again. Benn’s the first to regain functions, pressing a kiss to your forehead before untangling himself from you. He walks away but you see him go over to your sink and wet a wash cloth, coming back over and cleaning you up. You hum in appreciation, kissing whatever skin of his you have access to as he works.

“So Doc, if I ever need a distraction…” His hands hold your hips as he looks down at you with a smile.

“Then you can come find me.” There’s a slight pause before you add on- “Preferably in a bed next time.”

The two of you laugh and you’ve never been so happy with a course of treatment.

[hisunshiine]

—i must be favored to know ya [5/7]

Part 5 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut, 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 5,665 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, again Kim Seokjin MEDDLING, drunk feelings in a good way, nudes, misinterpretation of messages, drunk feelings in a bad way, arguing, saying hurtful things  explicit sexual content: making out in the club, potential exhibitionism/voyeurism, shower sex  🗓️ an: Sorry if this one is angsty y’all! We’ve been slowly building to it, and it had to come to a head at some point, right? Plus, we only have the weekend left! Hospital Vocab: 🏥 A MICU is a medical intensive care unit that deals with less critical conditions such as pneumonia, infections or other problems that require intensive monitoring but don't necessarily require emergency. 🏥 The NICU is a nursery in a hospital that provides around-the-clock care to sick or preterm babies.  🏥 Gastric refers to the unit of Gastroenterology, which cares for issues with the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, colon and rectum, pancreas, gallbladder, bile ducts and liver. 🗓️ summary: “I must be favored to know ya.” Having Jungkook in your life is so much sweeter than you ever thought. It would be great if you could just tell him, but showing him is as good as it gets for now…until you slip up and let the cat out of the bag. But it turns out, you aren’t the only one who has feelings for him, and you definitely aren’t the only one who wants to ride him. When your biggest fears come to light, knowing Jungkook the way that you do might become a thing of the past. 

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“Doctor Cho to room 324, Doctor Cho to room 324.” A nurse's tired voice plays over the loudspeaker as Jungkook follows Jimin into the staff locker room at the end of their shift.

“Bro, why was today so tiring?” Jimin drops effortlessly into the chair across from his locker, as if all of his bones and joints have given out.

Jungkook reaches behind his neck to fist at his scrub top, pulling the polyester material over his head. “It was tiring because we had to change Mr. Lee’s sheets four times today. Why are we working in the MICU again?”

“Because we wanted to take time off next week after the wedding, so we picked up this shift instead of enjoying our usual Friday off,” Jimin reminds as he toes off his sneakers. 

“Next time, tell me to check who I’m covering for. I forgot Sara works the gastric rounds, and while I don’t mind a little incontinence, Mr. Lee is not a small man and four times is more than a little, you know?”

Jimin nods as he finally begins to remove his own scrubs before heading to the showers in the back of the locker room with his small shower pouch in tow. Jungkook follows his lead, towel thrown over his shoulder, his own pouch in hand.

“You know what?” Jimin asks as he steps into one of the small shower stalls. “I think we should go out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop—you know they have the best music and drinks.”

“Mmm, I don’t know…I’m still covering Sara’s shift tomorrow, and if Mr. Lee is still having bowel issues,” Jungkook steps into the privacy of his own stall to step out of his boxer briefs and into the water, enjoying the heat as it envelops his body, “I might not be at my best if I go out tonight.”

“C’mon, man! We should go out because of Mr. Lee! We can invite the teachers, it’s summer break for them anyways, and the four of us always turn up on Fridays. We can invite the whole crew.”

Jungkook makes sure to scrub his hands extra before washing the rest of his body with his green Italy Towel to exfoliate his skin. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask for, man.” 

The two continue their shower routine, meeting again in the locker room to change into clothes to go home in.

Jimin grabs his phone as soon as he’s dressed. Jungkook follows Jimin’s movements as he paces back and forth with the phone on speaker, dialtone echoing through the room. 

“Hey, Jimin,” Taehyung answers the phone, sounding as if he just took a bite of food.

“You’re on speaker. Tae, we’re going out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop?”

There’s a pause before he answers; Jungkook assumes Taehyung is swallowing his food. “Let’s do CakeShop, it’s a bit more cozy. You’re on speaker too, Hoseok and I are grabbing a late lunch.”

“Hey, Jimin!” Hoseok’s voice filters through the mobile.

“Sounds good. Ready at 11?”

“Yeah. I’ll text Woo Shik, see if he can reserve a table. See you later, I’m eating right now.”

Taehyung’s annoyance at his meal being disturbed rings loud and clear as the phone clicks, and Jimin throws the phone into his open backpack. “Can you call your girl? Let her know we’re going at 11?”

Jungkook’s movements stutter as he rolls deodorant on, raised arm freezing in the air. “My girl?” He eyes Jimin from his peripherals, trying to read his face.

“Yeah, she’s like, your best friend. Joined at the hip all the time, sometimes I wonder whether you or Yoongi is her actual brother.”

“Oh, haha, yeah, I’ll—yeah, I’ll call her once we get out of here.”

“Cool, so let’s go, see if we can catch the hyungs before they leave.” Jimin closes his backpack, lifting it over his shoulder. Jungkook follows suit, carrying his bag by the small handle at the top instead as they leave the room. 

“Hyung!” Jimin spots Seokjin as he leaves one of the rooms across from the nurses’ station. The jovial man smiles as he passes a clipboard off to the Resident shadowing him.

“Hey, you guys off for the day?” Seokjin asks as he checks his watch.

“Yeah, we’re headed out to CakeShop tonight at 11 if you and Joon want to come with?”

“I don’t think I can swing it. Joon’s covering the NICU the rest of the week, so I doubt he’ll be down to go.”

“No worries, just wanted to extend the offer.”

“I appreciate it. We’ll have fun Sunday, right? Open bar at the reception and all.”

“Definitely.” Jimin wraps an arm around Jungkook’s neck and begins to tug him down the hallway. “See ya!”

Seokjin just shakes his head, watching as the two men head out.

“What’s got Jungkook so happy?” SoHee appears at Seokjin’s elbow, holding a binder to her chest.

“Oh, he’s probably off to go see his—uh, probably hanging with one of our friends.”

“One of your friends? He must be a pretty cool guy if Jungkook is that excited to go hang out.” SoHee says, a smile on her face as she watches both men bounce happily around the corner, her eyes focused mostly on the tattooed, floppy haired one until they’re finally out of sight. 

“Yeah…she’s pretty cool. They’re like best friends—spend every waking moment together when not working.” Seokjin glances at SoHee, searching for a reaction. He’s not doing it to be mean—in his mind, it’s more mean to string someone along when your heart belongs to someone else.

“Oh. I didn’t realize the person was a ‘she’. Do you, uh, think that they like each other? As more than friends?”

Seokjin makes eye contact with SoHee, trying to express more with his eyes than his response gives. “If you hope to date JK, you have some pretty fierce competition, and she isn’t afraid of using her feminine wiles.” 

—————

The lights in CakePop glow a harsh red as the fluorescent, buzzing tubes shine across Jungkook’s face. You admire the slope of his nose, the angles of his jaw and the way his hair frames his face as he orders a round of drinks from the bar. He chose to wear jeans you’ve never seen him in before: baggy as hell with large cuts horizontally going up the back of them. With a white sleeveless tank and white, tiger-print long sleeve covering his tattoos, his look is complete with a new chain earring he’s showing off. 

Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok dressed up as well, each one showcasing their different style but just as handsome. They sit at the table reserved for your group, chatting as their heads bob to the music. He’s busy paying for the tab when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You look over your shoulder at the man who’s sidled up close to you while your attention is elsewhere.

“No, but thank you,” you reply as loud as you can over the music without drawing too much attention to the rejection. You watch as the man’s eyes bounce from you to Jungkook as you take a step closer to him.

“Oh, this you?” he asks, understanding morphing through his pupils. You don’t know how to respond, since it’s very much so complicated, but Jungkook saves you the trouble.

“Yeah, she’s with me.” Jungkook’s arm wraps itself heavily around your waist, fingers on the meat of your hip as he tucks you into his side. He eyes the man, who is slightly taller than him, but seems to deem him as not a threat. “C’mon, babe,” he says into your ear, “our drinks are ready.” 

You smile up at him, moving to grab your drink as he takes the small platter that holds the other four drinks over to the table. His hand never leaves your skin, transferring from holding your hip to holding your hand as he navigates through the dancing bodies and back to your group of friends.

“Finally! Let’s down these and get on the dance floor!” Hoseok says. As the P.E. Teacher at the school you work at, he’s really fit. You know he also works at a dance studio in the evenings and during the summer, so as far as this scene goes, Hoseok was ready to show off his moves. The others agree, so you throw your drink back before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Best to pee now, instead of breaking the seal later. 

“We aren’t waiting for you!” Taehyung teases as he adjusts his thin, silky red shirt, the opening around his neck unbuttoned and angled to show off delicate collarbones and a thin gold chain, but you know that it would be easy enough to find the four of them in the crowd; eyes often gravitate to watch them when they’re together as a group. Especially with Jimin in his all-black outfit, baggy jeans and combat boots put together with a leather jacket, and Hoseok in ripped jeans, jean jacket, black tee and sunglasses? There was no way you could miss them. Jungkook might be the one you’re fucking night after night, but the rest of the guys are also great to look at. Being the only girl out with them tonight will be fun. 

In the bathroom, you see a few texts from your brother, on your lock screen, but you ignore him, because it doesn’t matter. Jungkook is going home with you tonight, so there’s no need to make it weird. You know he’s only looking out for you, in the way that Yoongi does, but tonight you just want to shut your brain off for a while.     

Washing your hands, you check yourself out in the mirror, loving how your jeans fit your ass and your shirt shows just the right amount of cleavage. If you’re already getting hit on so boldly at the bar, you can only imagine how the rest of the night is going to go, and your self-confidence excites you. It’s twisted, but you feel good knowing other guys are showing their interest in you, in front of Jungkook. It’s like…showing Jungkook that you’re a good catch, if others also want you. Plus, having Jungkook step in and turn them away, saying you’re with him is a huge turn-on and confidence boost for you. In a way, you feel like Yoongi’s concerns shouldn’t matter too much because Jungkook already claimed you once tonight to someone else. Do you really need to do more? Your thoughts go quiet as more women filter into the bathroom, talking loudly. 

“But did you see the one in all black? He’s so hot.”

“Okay, but the one with dance moves? In ripped jeans? Even hotter.”

You laugh to yourself as you fix your hair before heading to the door.

“I’m set on the one in white. I’m taking him home if it’s the last thing I do.”

If they had been paying attention to you, they would have seen the stutter in your step and the way you almost miss the handle to the door, but as luck would have it, no one notices the almost stumble as you head back into the dark of the club. 

As you expect, finding the group is easy, but pushing through the onlookers is slightly difficult, as some of the women do not want to move to let you through, thinking you’re simply another fan of the men dancing to the grooving house music. Once you find a break between bodies however, Jungkook spots you and reaches his hands out to you, pulling you through in time to the rhythm. He’s face to face with you, hips moving with each beat that thumps through the speakers as you settle into the space created by the disappointment of the gravitating spectators.

He drops one of his hands, allowing him to spin you around with the one still holding onto you after a few moments and then stepping into your space so you’re able to meld your body into his and face the other guys in the group. You wind your hips back into his pelvis and Jungkook catches every beat, hands resting on your hips as you work him. You want to see his face, see if he’s watching you or not, but when you feel his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly in response to a rather suggestive body roll, you guess you know he’s paying attention to you more than anything else. 

Typically, when the songs change, you also change partners, liking to spread the wealth that is your dancing among the others, but tonight, Jungkook doesn’t let go, and you don’t try to leave him. The others don’t seem to mind, spending their time choosing random people from the crowd to dance with or weaving back and forth to get drinks from the bar. Eventually, the group of girls from the bathroom comes near, you turn to face Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I’m staying with you tonight, right?” you ask on tippy toes, mouth ghosting the shell of his ear tipsily to ask something you already know the answer to, but wanting to lay your claim. Your teeth nip lightly at the earlobe without the new chain earring, and you leave a soft kiss where the lobe meets his neck just so the other girl can see. 

He responds in kind after a shiver races down his spine, pulling you closer as the heat from his mouth spreads lower through your body. “You better be—I’ll kidnap you if I have to.” He bites your neck playfully, causing you to squirm in his hold but he doesn’t loosen his grip on you, just apologizes for the bite with a tongue-wetted kiss that promises so much more to come when you get home. Turning back around in his hold, you watch as Taehyung looks between you and his friend, and can only smile knowingly to yourself when it dawns on him what must be going on. Now that Yoongi knows, you don’t really care if the others find out or not. 

Jimin returns to the group with drinks for you and Jungkook fisted in his hands, and you thank him before drinking half of it in one gulp. “Slow down, baby, we have plans for tonight, so we shouldn’t drink too much more, okay?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and pleading when you look over your shoulder at him, and it’s almost heart-stopping how good he looks, tongue swiping his bottom lip and messing with his lip piercings. It should be illegal for him to ask for anything from you while giving you that look.

“Yeah, this is my last one,” you promise, and he smiles as he finishes the beer Jimin gave him. 

“I’ll get you some water, okay? Can’t have my baby with a hangover tomorrow.” 

Your mixed drinks are more potent than his beers, and it’s cute that he’s thinking of taking care of you. You feel warmth in your chest at his consideration and actions, not to mention his use of the claiming endearment leaving you all hot and bothered as he heads off the dancefloor towards the bar. 

“What time are we staying ‘til?” you ask Hoseok, who eyes his watch.

“Probably not much longer, it’s almost one. Thirty minutes sound good?”

“Yeah, I think I can do another thirty to forty-five minutes.”

Hoseok nods, but his smile then turns mischievous. “You and Jungkook sharing a taxi tonight?” He takes both of your hands, swinging them as if going to draw you in to dance with him, and a part of you wants to pull away; as if you can’t dance with Hoseok because you have a boyfr—or because you have plans to fuck someone in an hour or so and it would be disrespectful. Right?

“We always share a taxi, Hobi,” you answer coyly, evading his question and not stepping closer to him, politely declining to dance. 

Hoseok just grins wider, hips swaying to the beat as he steps away from you, dropping your hands. “She’s all yours,” he says over your head, and a moment later you feel the heat of Jungkook as he envelops you back into his body. 

“Here, make sure to drink all of it,” Jungkook places the bottle of water into your hand as he turns you to face him, the lid already twisted off for you. His voice drops, in volume and in tone, as he adds, “Only good girls get what they want tonight.”

You have to hold yourself back from responding with a “Yes, Daddy,”—the alcohol making you much more submissive to the younger man—so you bring the bottle to your lips instead, making sure you hold his eye contact as you wrap your pout around the rim and swallow the first gulp. The water is so quenching, you close your eyes as you take subsequent swallows, a little bit leaking from the corners of your mouth to run down your cheeks, neck, and disappear between your breasts.

“Woah, careful baby, I want you wet, but this water is for drinking,” he says as he pulls the water bottle back slightly from your mouth to slow the flow down, and you’re grateful, but also now horny as your eyes take in the way he’s looking at you. “Fuck it,” he intones mostly to himself, before dipping his face down into your chest. His tongue traces the path of the water back up to your neck where he keeps his mouth to suckle at your sensitive skin.

Neither of you cares that you’re in a packed club, that people are watching, that your friends—who didn’t know until tonight that there was anything more between the two of you—are watching and are also close enough to hear the sound you let out, the cross between a whimper and a moan as you cling to Jungkook’s shirt, hands fisted near his waist wanting him closer.

“Maybe we should get those taxis now?” Hoseok says aloud, mostly to Jimin and Taehyung in an attempt to pull their eyes away from the sight in front of them. The two just nod, and Hoseok pulls out his phone and opens his app. He can’t help but look up every few seconds though, not when you’re pressing your chest into Jungkook’s as he kisses you openly, his tattooed hand grabbing at your ass as he grinds into you in time to the music. 

The sounds Hoseok can hear from you between the music pounding out of the speakers have his dick jumping—as if straight out of his favorite porn flicks—but you’re Yoongi’s older sister, and apparently have been fucking the youngest in the group and Hoseok is now putting three and four together to realize the friend with benefits who he’s been fucking seven nights a week (per his text messages) is you.  

The crowd surrounding their group is beginning to stare now too, and Hoseok feels mildly uncomfortable—not because you have your tongue in Jungkook’s mouth (no, the sight is quite hot)—because the women who were circling like vultures all night are staring daggers at your head. Despite you two dry-humping on beat, Hoseok can see the annoyed looks on some of the other dancers' faces, so he’s more than happy to unceremoniously pull your mobile device from your back pocket (the one without Jungkook’s hand all over it) so he can order your taxi to keep you and Jungkook from getting arrested for indecent exposure.

He hates being the person to interrupt the two of you when the taxis are about to arrive, but the shine in your eyes is full of gratitude as he leads your group outside. He suspects it’s because you were probably in need of oxygen, and a small part of him assumes it’s because you were just caught acting like a couple of young teenagers. Hoseok hands you your cell phone back as you all stand at the curb, and you smile sheepishly at Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, as if to say ‘Surprise! It’s me!’.

Jungkook still has his arms wrapped around you, lips kissing your neck and exposed shoulder—any place his mouth can reach from his spot behind you—and when the first taxi pulls up, Jimin has to pull Taehyung along to go with him and Hoseok. 

“But, can I go with them? I wanna watch some more,” Taehyung doesn’t sound like he’s joking at all, and only decides to climb into his taxi when Jungkook shoots him a glare that you can’t see.

“Be safe, text me when you all get home!” you say as they settle in the backseat. They all give you skeptical looks, knowing you’ll probably be too busy to even see the messages, but they’ll do it anyway. Your phone alerts you that your taxi is also there, so you wave as you lead a seemingly lovesick, doe-eyed, muscle bunny to another car pulling up behind the first. 

Climbing into the vehicle, you’re practically sitting on Jungkook’s lap the entire ride home, where he’s quietly feeling you up the whole way to his apartment. His hand is between your thighs, pressing into you in a way that makes the seam of your jeans press against your clit. He feels the way you roll your hips as he leaves wet pecks on your neck and whispers dirty things into your ear.

“Wanna fill you up when we get home,” he murmurs, “can’t wait to feel you wrap around me.”

Your breathing is shaky, and the taxi driver asks if you’re okay as he speeds down the road.

Your back is against the cold shower wall, Jungkook’s strong arms hold your legs at the knees as he thrusts inside of you. His body pins you in place, your hands clawing at his back as you try to find purchase against his slick skin. You bounce on his hardened cock as he drills it deeper inside of you, hips rutting for friction against his pelvis, your swollen clit aching for more.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” Jungkook’s mouth moves against your collarbones as he speaks, switching between biting and kissing from the pleasure your walls give him. The pain as he marks you only makes you wetter, makes you crave him more. 

“Jungkook, feels so good,” you whine out, tangling your fingers into the wet hair curling at the nape of his neck. “Love it,” you chant out, repeating the phrase several times. “Fuck me, baby, don’t stop, love how you feel.”

Jungkook’s brain can barely handle the way you’re sending all of his senses into overdrive. The feel of you sliding up and down, so slick and warm on his cock as you tug at his hair, your words flowing through his mind, that you love it, love it, love it, so close to saying you love more than just the way he fucks you, maybe you could even love…him?

“Fuck, baby, keep saying it, don’t stop, you ride me so good, fucking love your pussy.”

“Love your cock, fuck Jungkook, love how you fuck me, need more, need you deeper.”

Jungkook lets your legs down one by one so he can turn you to face the glass of the shower, allowing both of you to feel the hot water streaming onto your bodies as he enters you from behind. Your hands lay flat on the glass as he begins to pound into you, the clapping of his thighs into your ass echoing off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with your breathy moans as he reaches that spot inside of you. 

“Tell me you love it, tell me how good my cock feels, splitting your pussy open like this,” Jungkook’s voice is whiny as he begs for your praise, secretly seeking more than he asks for. When he wraps his tattooed hand around your waist, fingers dipping between your legs in search of your clit, you give everything he’s hoping to hear and more as you climax. 

“Oh, fuck, right there, Jungkook, fuck, fuck, I love you, don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good, Jungkook, fucking love you, you make me feel so good.”

His head—the one currently buried deep inside you—loses all senses as his other head processes your words, and he’s losing himself as he empties inside of you. Your legs shake, wanting to give out if not for his strong arms holding you up. 

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Jungkook whispers as he kisses the back of your head. “My perfect baby.”

Drying off, you shiver slightly as Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to grab some clothes for you both and leaves the door ajar. Your phone sits on the sink counter, a little foggy from the steam, but you can still see messages waiting for you. You click through them each one by one, not bothering to respond since it’s much later than the time they were sent, and all of the senders are probably deep in an alcohol-induced sleep. You glance at the time, noting it's now almost 2:30 AM. 

You’re glad the three men made it safely, but kind of hate the way Hoseok refers to you and Jungkook as teenagers. Were your actions at the club tonight…immature? What did he mean by that? Did he think you weren’t smart enough to make sure to use protection? Jungkook’s young, but he’s not that young! Plenty of people under twenty-six have children. Would it be so bad if you and Jungkook were to become pregnant, based solely on your ages?

Then there’s Taehyung, pointing out yet again how ‘young’ Jungkook is—and why is he sending you thirst traps? You know it’s harmless, he’s just drunk and wants your attention, but it still makes you upset that he feels that your choice was wrong because of age. 

Are you some old crone or hag that can’t fuck with someone younger than you? What makes this age gap so bad? You just want someone to make sense of what they’re saying to you, because the way you’re interpreting it, they think you and Jungkook are too different in age to be together. Your biggest fears come to light in the messages across your screen, from your own friends no less, just when you’re coming to terms with the one fact that should be the only one that matters: You want to be with Jungkook. You want to date him—want him to be yours, for real.  

Jungkook returns with a large black shirt for you, his own lower body covered with a clean pair of red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You pull the shirt over your head, and in the dark, you hear his phone chime with a text message. 

“Who’s even up at this time?” he mutters, and you have to agree, It’s late, but you assume it’s a message from one of the guys; he probably texted them each back and one wasn��t asleep just yet. Your head and arms are pushed hurriedly through the holes, and you see Jungkook barely get a chance to glance at his phone before he’s setting it down next to yours and instead grabbing your towel to finish drying your hair.  

The action is sweet, warming your heart and you know that this is the moment. It’s time to tell Jungkook exactly how you feel, regardless of the post-sex high and in spite of being still tipsy on alcohol—you’re sure what you want to say will come out how you intend. How hard can it be to tell someone you like them? But his phone chimes again and you can’t help but to glance down at it. The sight makes your blood run cold. SoHee, clearly shirtless, sending a booty call text at 2:33 AM. 

To YOUR Jungkook. To the same Jungkook who you just professed your love to while taking raw backshots in his shower; the same Jungkook who just finished emptying his cum inside of you. 

Your thoughts run wild; did he send nudes to her too? Did he take one when he left the bathroom to get clothes for you both? You want to scroll through the thread, see for yourself that he isn’t sending nudes to someone else, when he’s been fucking you every night, calling you his baby, his princess…No. Your eyes prick with tears at the thought, the alcohol still running through your veins making your ability to think logically about this situation a bit cloudy.

“Seriously, Jungkook? Fucking me and texting other bitches back to back? While I’m still here?” you scoff, shaking your head as you step away from him. 

“What?” he glances down at his phone, seeing the screen lit up with the message from SoHee. His eyes take in the picture and the message, growing wide in fear. “No, baby, it’s not what you think—” He picks up the phone, wants to show you the truth but you don’t let him speak.

“Jungkook, do I look stupid to you? I can literally see the messages and can still feel the ache between my thighs from you. This might work on girls your age, but please, do not insult my intelligence.”

“Girls my age? What are you talking about?”

“You! I’m talking about you pulling a stunt like this!” 

“Baby, c’mon. You’re just drunk, I promise you, this is nothing.”

His words only add to your ire. He’s downplaying what happened, but you know what you saw. It was right there in front of your eyes, but he’s trying to placate you and you can’t stand to feel like this. Like you can easily fall for some bullshit just because a hot, younger guy is showing interest in you. It’s exactly what people expect, right? That older women put up with shit because they’re afraid no one will want them, that they’re past their expiration date for romance.

“Don’t ‘you’re just drunk’ me! I literally just told you how I feel about you, to then see that picture and message! I honestly should’ve expected something like this from you, I chose to fuck the youngest in the group, what did I expect?” You say this last part more to yourself than to Jungkook, but he hears you just the same. 

“Hold on. What are you even fucking saying right now? You chose to fuck the youngest in the group? What, would you have decided to fuck someone else, like Jin or Namjoon? Because they’re older than me?”

“They probably wouldn’t be sending nudes to other bitches at 2 AM after fucking me in their shower and inviting me to stay the night. Maybe my coworker was right about you.”

“That’s not what the fuck even happened! God, you know, you’re so stupid sometimes, I swear. I’ve always wanted you, but you’re the one acting immature, like you’re so great because you’re older than me? Age doesn’t fucking matter, our age gap isn’t even that big! But you’re acting like you know more because you’re older than me?”

“Jungkook,” you sigh out, bringing your finger to your temples, “you don’t fucking get it, you’re too young to—”

“Don’t you even finish that fucking sentence.”

“Seriously, Jungkook. You can’t possibly feel—”

“Are you actually trying to tell me how I feel!? You’re certifiably insane.” Jungkook laughs, but there is no humor in his tone. He paces out of the bathroom, fingers raking through his hair as he tries to make sense of what’s happening. “You know what? You’re the only one who has ever worried about our age difference. Because of what other people say, right? Because I’ve never said anything about it. Not negatively, at least. I’ve…” Jungkook’s voice cracks as he tries to express how he feels to you, but he’s so disappointed that he can’t look at you. “You know I’ve literally been here for you, for anything you fucking needed. My age never mattered when it benefitted you. Your coworker doesn’t know shit about me and you. But apparently her opinion matters more than hearing me out.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying—”

“Actually, I can’t deal with this right now,” he says, adding your name to the end of his sentence like a finality. He turns towards your discarded jeans and shoes. You can see him opening his phone, KakaoTaxi open on the screen. “I have to get up early for my shift, and I really think I should sleep alone tonight.”

“Jungkook, wait,” you start to speak, to try and take back what you’ve said, but for Jungkook, it’s literally and figuratively too late. He walks you back into the bathroom, passing you your jeans from where he’s picked them up off of the floor.

“Your taxi will be here in less than five minutes. Text me when you get home safely.”

Jungkook drops the phone back on the counter and disappears out of the bathroom, and you don’t bother trying to follow him. His phone lies abandoned next to yours, and you can’t help yourself. You swipe sideways to his messages and scroll up through the thread with SoHee quickly, but there’s nothing in it from Jungkook showing he’s sent nudes, barely any messages sent from him at all. 

You blink away the tears that are forming, step into your jeans and grab your phone. His phone chimes from the Taxi notification, and you don’t bother to say goodbye, since you don’t see him on your way through his apartment to his front door. You linger, closing the door slowly but he never appears, and you’re hit with a sobering moment of reality of what your future could look like without him in it. The way home is quiet and lonely at this hour, the roads a sea of black, white, and grey, and you aren’t sure if Jungkook will ever color your doorstep—or your life—again.

stay tuned for “i kiss your waist and ease your mind” coming 8-?-2023!

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Warned You Chapter 3 (Shawnter)

*rubbing my grubby hands together* Finally, this fic is starting to feel right, I fought the good fight and I won. And for that… I hope you all enjoy this chapter that is 90% smut 💅🏻

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The worst thing about healing was the time it took. Things moved so slowly, but progress was progress. Shawn still relied on his medications to get through the day, but he was nowhere near as bad with them as before.

Hunter had lit a fire under his ass. Shawn didn't want to sit around and feel sorry for himself anymore; it was hard to keep a good mindset but not impossible.

He did his physical therapy and checked in with his doctors often, things were looking good, but he still wasn't able to get back in the ring yet. He was, however, able to start working out again, and it was in that that he took his solace.

The first workout back had nearly brought him to tears; Shawn hadn't realized how much muscle he’d lost in the months he’d been gone. He felt tiny and weak, but Hunter only continued to encourage him. Before long, he was able to do his lifts comfortably, but it wasn't with the weight he’d normally used.

“It takes time, Shawn,” Hunter encouraged one day in the middle of a long workout.

It was easy for Hunter to say, he wasn’t on the other end of it. Shawn was struggling with a shoulder press that he’d normally be able to rep at least twelve times.

He frustratedly put the bar back on the hooks of the rack, “I think I want to call it a night.”

“You sure?” Hunter asked as he grabbed a sweat rag.

Shawn thought about it for a moment and then sighed, “I don't want to hurt myself more, I think it’s the right call.”

“It’s always good to listen to your body,” Hunter wiped his face with the rag before continuing, “You know what my body is telling me?”

Shawn huffed a laugh and crossed his arms, “Oh I’m dying to know.”

He already knew.

Tossing the rag aside, Hunter made his way over to Shawn and hovered over him, “It’s telling me to bend you over the bench and have my way with you.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face said everything Hunter needed to know, “As much as I want to take you up on that offer, I don't need my back broken twice.”

Hunter hummed and placed his hands on Shawn’s hips, “Who said I was gonna break your back? I can be gentle.”

Wrapping his arms around Hunter’s neck, Shawn brushed their noses together, “I know you can. Remember the time in the sauna?”

“Oh, I remember it fondly,” Hunter chuckled and kissed him softly, “But we don’t have to if it’s going to hurt.”

“If it does, we just go back to the bedroom and do boring missionary like old people,” Shawn shrugged and bit his lip, trying to melt Hunter with his eyes.

“Hey,” Hunter scorned playfully, “I like missionary.”

“You just like looking at me,” Shawn winked, “Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

The bigger man considered it a moment before sighing in defeat, “I’ll get the lube.”

Shawn was on Hunter the moment he came back, pulling him in by his sleeveless t-shirt and crushing their lips together.

It had been so long since Shawn felt in control of anything, but sex was the one aspect in which he had someone else relying on him. It was an equal give-and-take between Hunter and himself, no matter who was on top or who was in control at that moment.

In the time that they’d gotten to know each other intimately, they both learned every aspect of each other’s bodies. Shawn had memorized every inch of Hunter’s skin, every spot that was over-sensitive, and what made him tick when it came to the bedroom.

Hunter allowed Shawn to lead the kiss, pliable in his partner’s hands. Shawn nipped at his lower lip and their tongues met, a familiar dance ensued. The haste soon simmered down, and their kisses became more relaxed.

Shawn pulled back momentarily to take Hunter’s shirt off and then his own before leaning back in to kiss and suck on his partner’s neck. He knew the bigger man was done for the moment he nibbled on his earlobe and Hunter shuddered.

“God, Shawn,” Hunter let out as he pulled Shawn’s hips firmly against his own.

Even when he was injured and grumpy, Shawn knew the effect he had on Hunter, and he loved to use it. It was a nice boost to his confidence as well. Even though having sex in their gym in the privacy of their own home wasn’t something that Shawn considered to be very ‘out there,’ if it put a smile on Hunter’s face and gave them both an orgasm, who was he to say no?

Shawn pulled back for a moment, “Lube?”

“Uhh- One sec,” Hunter was out the door as fast as he could.

The sound of Hunter stomping through the house in search of the nearest bottle of lube made Shawn smile to himself. But Hunter was back before Shawn could even take his shorts off.

He smiled at Shawn and held up the little bottle before pocketing it and pulling him back in by the hips.

Hunter took the reigns. He nipped and sucked on Shawn’s collarbone, surely leaving bruises. Normally, Shawn wouldn’t let him leave visible hickeys, but with him staying home so much, it wasn't as big of a deal. He knew just how much Hunter liked to claim what was his and it made Shawn feel wanted and desired, reminding him that Hunter chose him and no one else.

Shawn let out a breath as Hunter bit down on a particularly sensitive area behind his ear, causing him to grind his hips forward. Hunter palmed Shawn’s ass before grabbing and tugging the front of his gym shorts

“Get these off,” Hunter urged in a low voice.

It always drove Shawn crazy when Hunter talked through it; his voice was so deep and rough when they fucked it was gorgeous. Shawn didn’t need to be told twice and he quickly stripped off his shoes and shorts so nothing remained between them once Hunter did the same.

He gave Hunter a gentle nudge on his chest, urging him to sit down on the edge of the nearby bench. Normally, Shawn would protest going to his knees on the hard floor, but the mat underneath the bench was thick enough that he could be there comfortably for a while.

He leaned up and gripped both of Hunter’s thighs, admiring his partner’s rippling muscles and his hard cock in between those legs. Hunter cupped his jaw, guiding him to look up.

“Those eyes,” Hunter hummed, his thumb tracing Shawn’s chin, “So gorgeous.”

Whether he was on his knees, his back, or whatever strange position Hunter could put him in, Shawn always had the bigger man eating out of the palm of his hand. He knew exactly what Hunter wanted and he’d no doubt give it, in that way, Shawn really held most of the power. But between them, it was a give and take.

That’s why it was so easy between them.

Shawn loved the praise from his partner, but he loved the noise that escaped from Hunter's throat when he leaned in and licked Hunter from base to tip even more. Hunter’s hand moved to the back of Shawn’s head, threading into his long hair.

Wrapping his hand around the base, Shawn took the tip of Hunter’s cock into his mouth. He made sure to keep his eyes looking up, locking his with the bigger man’s.

“Fuck,” Hunter exhaled, keeping that hand in Shawn’s hair snug.

He didn’t push or pull, Hunter always let Shawn start the pace when it came to head, it would set the mood for the rest of the act. Shawn took in more of Hunter’s cock into his mouth before pulling back and slowly beginning to bob his head.

Shawn took in every little breath and groan that Hunter uttered, every reaction from his partner just turned him on more and encouraged him to keep going. With his tongue sliding underneath and stopping every so often to work around the tip, it wouldn't be long before it was over if Shawn kept on like that.

The grip in Shawn’s hair tightened and Hunter gave a light tug to pull him off. He kept his eyes on Hunter’s as he sucked in the excess saliva back into his mouth, some dribbling onto his chin.

Hunter let out a low noise of satisfaction at the sight, “Pretty boy.”

Shawn’s gut flipped at the compliment, but he was ever eager to get to the next part as Hunter wiped his chin with a thumb and leaned down to kiss him. He squeezed Hunter’s thighs and stood slowly.

“Where’s the lube?” Shawn asked.

“It’s in my shorts, hold on-” Hunter stood briefly and quickly rummaged through their pile of clothes before returning.

“You want me bent over this thing?” Shawn raised a brow and nodded toward the bench.

Hunter slid his arms around Shawn’s waist from behind, one hand heading torturously low as he pressed slow kisses to Shawn’s shoulder, “Only if that’s what you want.”

The feeling of Hunter’s ready cock pressed against his ass was a good enough reason for Shawn to say yes. He leaned his weight back against his partner and exhaled, milking the attention from Hunter for just a little longer; Shawn hoped for his hand to snake just a little lower.

“Hmm, eager?“ Hunter nipped at Shawn’s earlobe.

He reached for Hunter’s hand and grabbed at his wrist that was oh so close to where he wanted it, “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

Hunter chuckled at that and placed one more kiss behind Shawn’s ear, “Both hands on the bench, one leg on the ground for support.”

It wasn't the most comfortable doggy style Shawn had ever been in, but he’d be the last to complain about that. With a knee on the bench and his other leg on the ground, his back shouldn’t cause him any issues.

“Never thought I’d be worried about my back during sex,” Shawn let out a small laugh at how ironic it truly felt.

Hunter leaned over and kissed from Shawn’s shoulders down his back, taking time to show extra love to the surgical scar that was ever the burden of Shawn’s existence. That itself was response enough to Shawn’s rib at himself; Hunter didn’t care. Despite all of it, Hunter wouldn’t let him feel bad about himself, he’d show Shawn that every inch of him was worthy of the love he needed.

In the time he’d taken to worship Shawn’s back, Hunter had also taken the tube of lube and slicked his fingers. Shawn inhaled sharply at the cold touch at his entrance, but Hunter only hovered.

“This okay?” He asked.

Shawn only ever got check-ins with Hunter. At first, he thought it wasn’t needed, if he didn’t like it he'd just tell him to stop. But as their relationship grew, Shawn started to appreciate them; it was a brief moment to bring him back down to earth, and it made it easier to give himself over to his partner.

“Yes,” Shawn dug his nails into the leather of the bench, anticipating.

“Relax baby,” Hunter soothed, his free hand rubbing comforting circles into Shawn’s hip.

Hunter pushed a finger in, agonizingly slow. Shawn tried to relax and let out a small gasp at the feeling. This part of sex could be his favorite or least favorite depending on his mood, today he was leaning towards least favorite. He’d been doing it long enough that he was able to adjust to the feeling quickly, but he wanted to skip ahead to the best part.

“Hunt-” Shawn whined.

Listening to his plea, Hunter added a second finger, making sure to open Shawn up as best he could. He was slow and meticulous with it, which drove Shawn insane, but if it made sure neither party was in pain, it was worth it.

Two became three, and before long, Shawn was a writhing mess on the bench. His face and chest were flushed red and sweat was starting to build on his brow.

“Hunter, please-”

“I know, baby, I know,” Hunter’s deep voice was comforting and unfair at the same time.

Hunter loved to watch Shawn squirm and beg, it made the reward that much more sweet, but Shawn was close to pleading. He cried out as Hunter hooked his fingers in just the right place. But as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone, Hunter having removed his fingers at the worst possible moment.

“You do that every time,” Shawn panted frustratedly and looked over his shoulder.

“Because it makes you react,” Hunter winked as he slicked up his cock with more lube. He leaned down, offering Shawn a kiss, “Ready?”

“God, yes. Hurry up,” Shawn scoffed but took the kiss affectionately.

Lining himself up, Hunter pushed in; he held one of Shawn’s hips with one hand, and the other on a shoulder to keep them both steady. He moaned at the feeling of Hunter’s cock filling him up, he loved that he was the only one who could make such a big guy react a certain way.

When Hunter bottomed out, he waited for Shawn to feel adjusted before adding one last check-in.

“Still okay?”

Shawn nodded frantically, “Yeah-” His voice was strained.

Hunter moved his other hand from Shawn’s shoulder back to his hip and slowly pulled back before thrusting forward again.

They both groaned, taking in the feeling of each other's bodies. Hunter began long slow strokes, making sure Shawn reacted to every one of them; he was not disappointed.

Part of Shawn wished he were back in their bed so he could scream into a pillow, but the sweet slow build-up had Shawn on cloud nine. He didn't have to think about anything other than how good it felt to take Hunter’s cock.

“That feel good, baby?” Hunter continued his thrusts, a little more power behind each one.

A hand smacked at Shawn’s ass cheek, making him yelp. It was surely going to leave a mark, but he didn't care.

“Fuck- Hunt-” Shawn could hardly get his words out as Hunter’s thrusts grew harder and faster.

“So perfect for me,” Hunter growled, a hand wrapping into the length of Shawn’s hair, “You take it so well.”

He didn't pull hard, but it was enough for Shawn to react with a whine. Shawn wanted more and craved more, but he knew he was limited in what he could handle at the moment.

Throughout the entire process, the pair still managed to keep sex a priority, even though Hunter refused to lay a hand on Shawn the first few weeks after his surgery because he didn’t want to hurt him. As Shawn continued to heal and get stronger, they made certain things, and positions, work. While Shawn couldn’t bend all the ways he used to be able to, they still enjoyed themselves.

It was becoming too much. Hunter’s thrusts were so precise it was like he knew exactly what would drive Shawn to the brink. His cock was aching between his legs, begging for attention, but Hunter kept the pace somewhere between too slow and so brutally fast that Shawn couldn’t even form words.

Shawn tried to bury his face into his arms to muffle his cries but Hunter wasn’t allowing that.

“Use your words, baby,” Hunter breathed as he leaned over Shawn’s back, one hand moving from his hair to his throat, “Tell me what you want…”

Hunter pulled Shawn’s back into his chest and slowed the pace, his thrusts still hitting the spot that made Shawn see stars. He wanted to lean back against Hunter and have his body show the bigger man how much he wanted more, but he couldn’t.

The feeling of Hunter breathing down his neck as he continued his onslaught almost drove Shawn insane.

Each thrust hit home, causing Shawn to cry out with each one, “Ah- Fuck! Hunt-”

“If you don’t tell me,” Hunter gave Shawn’s throat a slight squeeze as he kissed and nipped his ear, “I can’t give it to you.”

Shawn caved, he was done for, he would do it himself if he didn’t need his arms for stability. His voice didn’t sound like his own, but he was too far gone to care.

“Touch me,” Shawn begged.

“Good boy,” Hunter removed his hand from around Shawn’s throat and wrapped it around his leaking cock.

Hunter picked up his thrusts again, his free arm holding Shawn in place as he fucked into him and pumped his cock.

Shawn was a mess, there was no other way to describe it. Hunter was in complete control, Shawn wouldn’t last long, he’d given himself over, he always did when it came to Hunter.

“Cum for me baby,” Hunter purred, coaxing Shawn on, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Shawn whimpered as he felt the heat build-up in his gut. The sound of skin against skin and Hunter’s encouraging words had him over the edge and he cried out as he came.

Hunter talked Shawn through his orgasm, still pumping his cock to the point of overstimulation. Shawn wanted to collapse, he was exhausted, but Hunter wasn’t done.

Leaving gentle kisses across Shawn’s shoulders, Hunter waited for him to come down a bit.

“Alright?” Hunter asked, his tone entirely different than seconds before.

Shawn knew what Hunter was asking. Was it okay for him to continue, or would it be too much? There was no pressure, but of course, Shawn wanted his partner to finish.

“I’m okay,” Shawn breathed, leaning back a little to touch as much of Hunter as he could.

That was all Hunter needed to stand back up, grab Shawn by the hips, and rail into him till he saw stars. Shawn was so gone by that point, but he urged his partner on, saying all the things he knew Hunter loved to hear.

He was whining, begging, and pleading, as Hunter fucked him. Shawn was hardly coherent as it happened, but it was his favorite headspace to be in.

“Oh- fuck- Shawn-” Hunter’s thrusts became frantic before he stilled, spilling into Shawn.

They both paused for a moment, catching their breath. Shawn was ready to collapse as Hunter practically gasped for air. He leaned down one more time to press an apologetic kiss to Shawn’s shoulder as he pulled out.

Hunter grabbed a nearby gym rag and began to clean them both up.

“You got cum on my hip,” Shawn complained afterward. He stood slowly and touched his side where the sticky substance was.

Hunter did his best to stifle his laugh, “I know, I’m sorry,” he quickly wiped it off and lifted Shawn’s chin with his clean hand to kiss him softly.

Shawn already felt so melted as it was, all he wanted was to be carried to bed. He wrapped his arms around Hunter’s neck and nestled up to his chest.

“‘Mm tired,” He mumbled into the bigger man’s skin.

Hunter nuzzled into the side of Shawn’s face, leaving comforting kisses across his cheek and jawline, “Shower, then bed.”

Groaning at all the extra work that had to be done, Shawn made one last ditch effort, “Carry me?”

***

Connecticut in the fall was beautiful. The leaves turned various shades of orange and yellow and the air was crisp and cool.

Shawn hated it.

Being cold was on his top five list of least favorite things, with winter being at the top. He was a Southern boy, that’s where he thrived. There were plenty of falls and winters that he spent on the road but being able to go to come to Texas, for even a short amount of time, made up for it.

He was a grown man, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss his parents and family. There was no denying that he was a little homesick.

The doctor still hadn’t cleared him to travel, and it was really starting to get to him. Just a week back in Texas would probably do Shawn wonders.

The boredom of healing still hadn’t gone away either, but whenever he wasn’t doing physical therapy, working out to build up muscle again, or snooping into Raw on Mondays, he was dead bored.

Shawn was outside wrapped in a sweatshirt and two big overcoats as he raked the leaves in front of the house. It wasn’t much, but it kept him moving and he had the radio set up on the porch playing his favorite country station. Even though he felt like he was going to freeze to death, it could’ve been worse.

The cold reminded him of Bret and the walks they used to take up in Calgary when it snowed. Shawn was always shivering like a frost-bitten chihuahua while Bret would drag him along to show him the frozen pond by his childhood home.

It was Canada, so the ice was thick enough to stand on, and Shawn remembered slipping so many times that he’d yank Bret down with him. Eventually, he’d gotten the hang of it and Bret was able to catch him when he stumbled.

Shawn paused and shook his head, almost trying to shake away the memory from his brain. It was a fond but very distant memory; that was near the beginning of his relationship with Bret, before things turned sour.

They were sweet to each other for a while, till ego and substances got in the way. But the sweet memories didn’t matter anymore, just the fact that Shawn still had it set in his mind that he needed to make things right.

Was it wrong to look back on certain aspects of their relationship fondly? Was that dishonest with Hunter?

The only thing left unsaid between Bret and Shawn was an apology from Shawn’s end, that was it. He just wanted it all to be over and done with, it was so frustrating.

Shawn once again grew bored and decided to head back inside before he froze to death. He took off all the extra layers, leaving just his sweatpants and sweatshirt, because even inside he was still cold.

Tea was something that Hunter introduced him to. Shawn had only ever considered sweet tea to be good in his life so the fact that he was standing there warming a kettle on the stove spoke volumes.

As the water heated, Shawn plopped himself on the counter, grabbed the nearby phone off the wall, and dialed the number for the hotel Hunter was staying at in Colorado.

He gave the hotel receptionist his information and waited to be transferred. It rang for a while, but eventually, there was no answer. Which wasn’t entirely weird, it wasn’t very late over there so maybe Hunter just hadn’t gotten back from the house show yet.

Shawn left a message telling Hunter to call him back whenever he had time and that he missed him.

He would be home tomorrow, so there was really no reason to worry, but there was always that paranoia in the back of Shawn's brain trying to get at him.

Once the water had boiled and the tea was steeped, Shawn settled on the couch to watch TV. It wasn’t Monday so there was no wrestling on, but sometimes he enjoyed watching reruns of M*A*S*H or Cheers. The stuff he watched as a kid that brought him comfort.

He felt comfortable and relaxed, which was new. Shawn still struggled with being alone a lot of the time, but there were times when he started to enjoy the peace. It would just be more tolerable if he was curled up with Hunter.

At some point, he must have started dozing because the phone ringing startled him awake. He rubbed his eyes and got up as fast as his back would let him to run to the kitchen. There was a ninety percent chance that it was Hunter so he answered like he normally would.

“Hey babe,” Shawn said with a yawn.

A voice he hadn't heard in a long time responded, “Been a long time since you called me that.”

Shawn’s chest tightened, why in the hell was Bret on the phone? How did he even have the phone number to Hunter’s house? Something wasn't right.

“Why are you calling me?” Shawn questioned with a bite.

“Take it easy,” Bret scoffed on the other line, “Listen, everything’s fine, but Hunter’s a little banged up.”

Shawn felt the blood leave his face, his heartbeat quickened as a million possibilities ran through his mind. Hunter was hurt and he was stuck here. There was nothing he could do.

“What happened? Where's Hunter?” His voice sounded panicked.

“It’s alright, calm down-”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! Tell me what happened,” Shawn snapped.

He wasn't handling this well, but how could he? He didn't know where Hunter was or what was wrong, and Bret still knew exactly how to push his buttons.

Bret sighed at Shawn’s attitude, “Listen, he took a bump wrong and got concussed, but he's fine.”

“Then why are you calling me? He could tell me that himself,” Shawn felt a small amount of relief that Hunter wasn't too hurt, but the concern went nowhere.

“He’s still in with the medic,” Bret added, “He told me to call you.”

So many other names ran through Shawn’s mind, why the hell did it have to be Bret of all people? Maybe Hunter had more brain damage than he thought, because never in a million years did Shawn think Hunter would encourage his ex to call him.

“I need to talk to him,” Shawn didn’t want to hear Bret’s voice anymore.

“I’ll go in once the doctor leaves… Jeez, were you always this impatient?” Bret jabbed.

That irritated Shawn more than it should have. He shouldn't let Bret’s words get to him, his only concern should be Hunter and his well-being.

“Was no one else around? Why are you with Hunter?” Shawn ignored Bret’s words and kept prying.

He wanted answers.

Bret hesitated, “I don't know if that's for me to say.”

That could mean a million different things and Shawn's mind immediately went to the worst of them. Before he could respond, he heard some background noise on the other line and soon Hunter’s voice came through.

“Hey baby,” Hunter sounded exhausted.

“What happened? Why is Bret with you? Are you coming home?” Shawn fired off questions.

“Easy babe, my head is killing me,” Hunter grumbled.

Shawn stayed quiet.

“Kane got me with a tombstone, I was too low and didn't tuck the right way. Yes, I'm coming home, and Bret’s here because he's helping.” Hunter explained.

“How is he helping? You could've picked anyone else but you landed on Bret?” Shawn knew his tone sounded accusatory but he was really frustrated.

“Bret and I…” Hunter paused.

Shawn prepared for the ultimate blow. He felt his lungs shrivel and the worst-case scenario ran through his mind. Everything he built with Hunter was about to be destroyed. Hunter was cheating with his ex. Did Shawn deserve such a horrendous fate? Probably. Things couldn't get worse.

“We’re working on his comeback,” Hunter explained, “I've been helping him out and he’s been helping me out.”

Shawn swallowed, he wasn't sure how to process anything he just heard, “I’d rather you be cheating on me.”

Hunter made a surprised noise at that, “What?”

Shawn was angry and hurt, but his concern for Hunter and the relief of not being cheated on topped that at the moment, “Just- fuck. I’ll yell at you when you get home. I just need you to be okay.”

“I’m okay babe, I promise. I'll probably just be out for a few weeks,” Hunter reassured.

“How are you getting home?” Shawn asked.

Hunter wouldn't be able to drive with a concussion, and Shawn wasn’t cleared to travel yet to come get him. He had a feeling he already knew the answer to that.

“I know you don't want to hear this, but Bret’s the only one that can do it.”

Of course. Shawn shouldn't have expected anything else. What he wasn't ready for, was what Hunter said next.

“He’s gonna stay with us till I'm healed up,” Hunter said like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“What are you talking about? I'll take care of you,” Shawn was exasperated.

Hunter really had hit his head too hard.

“You have to focus on your own healing, Shawn. Bret’s just going to help out a bit, it won't be forever,” Hunter reasoned.

“The answer is no,” Shawn figured now was a good time to put his foot down.

He could hear Hunter sigh on the other line, “Shawn, he's the only one that can do it. He's not on the show at the moment, he’s done with WCW. Everyone else is on the road.”

Hunter and his dumb logic. Shawn hated that it made sense. It was a losing argument, he had the urge to kick and scream like a child, but there was no getting what he wanted.

Shawn sighed in defeat and asked, “When will you be home?”

“In the morning babe, don't you worry,” Hunter tried to sound reassuring, “The doc is coming back in, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay…”

The line clicked and Shawn was alone all over again. It was too much for him to handle. Hunter being hurt, Hunter working with Bret, Bret staying in his home, and his own injury and self-righteous bullshit, he had so many conflicting feelings. It was all so overwhelming, all he wanted was to be with Hunter and to get back in the ring. He wasn't ready to face everything all at once.

Shawn felt the tears build up in his eyes as he put the phone back on the receiver. It was like the universe saw him as a chew toy. He took a deep breath and clenched his eyes so the tears wouldn't fall.

He went to bed early that night.

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Nothing More(M) - Two

~5k words - please, enjoy!

I see you as a stranger but it’s different… I have those marks of love, my soul is hurt. Can’t you stay closer when the lights turn down, so that you’ll feel you don’t have me?

“Then what? You just casually claimed you’re fine to be her fuck buddy?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll have sex, at the expense of her telling you more about herself?”

“…yes.”

“You’re stupid.”

Jinyoung grabbed at the bridge of his nose before dropping down on the leather chair of the practice studio.

“I’m not?” Mark said with some sort of reinforced conviction, like that was his brightest accomplishment. “It’s pretty fair, if you ask me.”

“Fair?” Jinyoung repeated, leaning forward on top of his knees. “You know absolutely nothing about this girl, for which you are developing an unrequited affection.”

“I know things.”

“Like?”

Mark opened his mouth to answer but the words ceased to exist. With Jinyoung cocking his eyebrow and a half-mockery half-pitiful expression plastered on his face, Mark realized he really did not know much.

“She’s, uhm, a manager at Seoul Medical Private practice.”

Jinyoung nodded, as if prompting Mark to continue talking.

“And a part-time bartender.”

“Mhm. I suppose that’s it.”

 “That’s it.”

A sigh escaped through Mark’s lips. “But isn’t this the whole point of casual sex? You don’t ask questions and you don’t seek answers.”

“Except you are doing both, one-sidedly.” Jinyoung rose from his seat to place a hand on Mark’s shoulder, not trying to mask the evident worry in his eyes. “You’re not that guy.”

Mark looked at the other, and ultimately away. The silence of his reflection in the studio mirror was interrupted by the other 5 members, crowding the room with their usual infectious cheerfulness. Before breaking away from Mark, Jinyoung patted him on the shoulder and pursed his lips into a small smile. “You’re not that guy”.

“Knock-knock,” Jonathan’s voice chirped before leaning his tall body against the doorframe of Samantha’s new office. “I like this room. It’s much more spacious and you finally have big windows. Think you can grow a plant in here?”

Samantha put her pen away after having signed a document. She smiled up at Jonathan. “What can I help you with, Doctor Williams?”

Jonathan took the liberty to look around the office, searching for something specific. It still was there, Samantha’s doctor coat, dropping from the hanger. “I have an interesting case, which I’ll probably definitely operate on.”

She knew where that was going. “And?”

Jonathan stopped by the hanger, tracing his fingers over the white ironed material. “And I want Doctor Stoss to scrub in with me.”

“I am not a neurosurgeon, last time I checked.”

“But you agree that you’re still a surgeon.”

Samantha looked back at the wooden surface of the desk, trying to busy herself with anything other than that discussion Jonathan knowingly started. “Then again, I was not a neurosurgeon”.

The man came over to the desk, prompting his hands on either side of it. He leaned closer to Samantha, forcing her to look up at him. “I have a 7-month-old pregnant woman with a tumor on her brain. I want the best OB-GYN resident in this hospital to scrub in with me and deliver the baby or keep the baby in safely.”

She looked away. Jonathan peeled a hand off from the desk to bring up to her chin, on a tender touch. “I will repeat that if you think you didn’t hear it clearly enough”.

“Jonathan, I’m not ready.” Samantha breathed shakily and had to close and squeeze her eyes in an attempt to keep that past incident away from surfacing violently. “I’m not ready.”

Jonathan let his hand slide further to caress the fragile skin of her cheek. “Let us help you. Let me help you. We all know that wasn’t on you.”

“What’s it to you?” Samantha opened her eyes to pierce into the other’s emerald ones. Jonathan jerked his head back in surprise, the contact between them breaking in response. The tip of his tongue wet the bottom lip and exhaled an exasperated sigh.

“It is that you chose that bastard over me. It also is that I loved you and I am beating myself up everyday you are not picking up the damn scalpel. I should have beat him much more than I did.”

“Jonathan—”

He pushed forward. “And now that you finally threw him out of your life, and a good part of your life for that matter, you keep away from me. I am still here.”

Samantha’s eyes were pacing back and forth between his features, his eyes, and his lips, as if trying to grasp the words he was speaking and put them together in such a manner that made sense. She looked at him with a look that was stuck somewhere between past and present, a look that let him know everything was a mistake. A look that also let him know there was no way to rewrite the past. And he wished he hadn’t seen that look.

“You don’t love me, Jonathan. I can’t have you trying to love two women at the same time. Not when one of them is just a ghost in your memory.”

He scoffed. Samantha did not let him speak. “You stopped loving me the moment I made my choice. And it’s okay. Because I don’t hold any grudge against you. Because you love Leena.”

Jonathan straightened his body and Samantha could not read his expression. “Let me go.”

“He killed that woman, Sam. He did. He was desperate to show off to the Chief.”

“Jonathan, I am not having this discussion—”

“You trusted him against your better judgement. You couldn’t have saved neither of them—”

“Jonathan, get out.”

The man lifted both his hands to signal he was giving up. “I can’t let you go, Sam. I just can’t. You’re losing yourself and you’re not picking up my hand. You used to take us by the hand.”

Samantha turned her chair away from Jonathan and fixated her eyes on a void point outside the window. Her brain triggered the moments she tried shoving away like skeletons in a closet. She wanted to desperately believe skeletons do not always come back.

“I assume we’re still meeting to go out tonight. We’re supposed to celebrate the new manager.”

The last thing she heard was the sound of the door slamming violently behind. Before a tear dropped loosely, Samantha thought about Mark.

In the fervent ruckus of practicing and perfecting their next concert, which was set to start in 6 days, the guys, drenched in sweat, with their ankles hurting after more than 5 continuous hours, decided to take a water break. Mark dropped to the ground, crossing his legs, and holding his body up with his arms. Before Jackson threw him a towel, Mark thought about Samantha. It had been a couple of days since they’d heard from one another.

“Hey, Mark,” Bambam chirped, a cheeky tone blatantly carrying his words “girlfriend’s calling.”

Mark’s head perked up almost instantly.

“She’s not his girlfriend.” Jinyoung breathed, pouring what was left of the water in the bottle on his head.

“I don’t think she’s not his girlfriend” Jackson joined in, throwing the shirt over his head.

“Could you stop making assumptions?” Mark jolted from his place, eager to try and put an early end to the teasing he was just about to receive. “I swear to God, if I am picking up this phone and you’ll be hovering over my shoulders, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

Youngjae placed his hands protectively over the threatened jewels. “Don’t hit hard?”

At that point, he gave up.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey,” she answered on the other end of the line, with a slight delay. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you earlier.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine. It’s quite actually none of my business.” Mark saw in the mirror the displeased expressions of Jackson and Jaebom, while Yugyeom and Bambam covered their mouths dramatically. ‘That’s bad’, Jackson mouthed to Jinyoung.

Against his expectations, Mark was met with silence on the other line. Suddenly, he felt awkward for the first time since meeting her. Mark never meant to sound accusative. If anything, he might have waited for her to text. “I mean, part of the deal, right?”

“…yeah.”

 “Listen, I didn’t mean that. It’s just been a very long day.” A small pause, in tune with all the other members who seemed to have drawn in their breaths for what Mark would have said next. “I can use some good company. If you want to meet up?”

“Yeah, sure, sounds good to me.”

Mark was not convinced it sounded good to her. He cleared his throat. “So, uh, do you want to meet tonight?"

Another pause. “I cannot really meet tonight, I have surgery.” She heard his sharp gasp. “Not surgery on me, surgery on someone else. I’m, uh, a resident.”

“A resident? A surgical resident?” There was a collective gasp from all of the boys, accompanied by shocked faces staring at Mark in the mirror.

“You didn’t take me as the smart type, huh? I guess smart people don’t have fuck buddies after all.”

“No, that’s—”

“Listen, I have to go. For the record, I didn’t call to get you to bend me over the table. I… I wanted to see how you were doing. Bye.”

Mark did not have any chance to protest before the dial tone echoed in his ear. The phone slid away from his ear, intrigued initially, then a furrow between his eyebrows made him wonder what he did wrong for her to dismiss him like that.

“A surgical resident,” Jaebum repeated, gesturing with his hands like an orchestra conductor to calm down the overly excited group. “That’s cool.”

“Cool? That’s fucking insane. Do you think I could find an arrangement like yours?” Bambam blurted out and earned a smack on the head from the leader. Jinyoung followed Mark with his eyes. He sensed the uncertainty and the sliver of self-doubt oozing from the other. Just when he was about to say something, Jackson went over to start the music set, to rescue Mark from the dozens of questions he was about to receive, to which he held no answers. Jinyoung thanked him with a head dip.

Jonathan was cleaning his hands when the OR doors slid open. He couldn’t hide the evident shock on his face, not that it mattered. For all he knew, he wanted her to see the shock imprinted on his face.

“Don’t tell me.”

The shock deepened when he noticed she was dressed in surgical scrubs. Then a sly smirk on his face. “You look so hot dressed like this.”

Samantha kicked the water tank with her foot, choosing not to add any comment.

“I missed you.”

She gasped at the other’s confession. Her head tilted for her to look over her shoulder in the depth of his eyes. Coming to the OR was impulsive, an impulsive decision after Mark reiterated their arrangement. Samantha knew it sounded frivolous. Only then did she truly register the words Jonathan said to her. The memories, the hope, the dream. With all the disappointments they carried. Before she knew, she found herself in the OR.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might push you against the wall and you’d lose the bet.”

“Doesn’t that make you the loser?” she retorted, a smirk stretching the corners of her lips. “I’m just observing, that’s it. There is already a GYN resident in there.”

Jonathan shook his hands lightly to dispose of the surplus of dripping water. He turned to her as he kicked the OR door open, and if Samantha did not know any better, she would say he was relieved of her presence. “Not if you kissed me first.”

Pacing was not Mark’s way of coping with things in general. For what sentiment he paced that evening, in the lobby hall of the hospital, he could not tell. No one likes hospitals in particular, but it wasn’t the hospital’s fervid smell of chlorine that provoked Mark’s pacing. It was Samantha’s sharp dismissal that stained his thoughts. And he didn’t care, or that’s what he kept trying to convince himself of. Jinyoung’s words popped in his mind yet again.

You’re not that guy.

When he braced himself to stop pacing, he approached the nurse’s station. “Hi, good evening. I am looking for Samantha…”

The awkward pause sneaked in. A woman whose last name he had no idea about, who was supposed to be his casual sex call.

“She’s a manager here at this hospital.”

“Oh, Doctor Stoss you meant. Yes, the surgery in OR 4 has just ended, she should be here any minute with Doctor Williams.”

Mark did not get enough time to thank the nurse when he got distracted by an electrifying sound he himself had caused before. His attention turned magnetically toward the source of the joyful laughter, only to be met by Doctor Jonathan Williams, with his hands in his jeans pockets. He was making Samantha laugh.

“Mark?” she turned to him in a blink, same way Jonathan turned to her.

“So you’re the Mark,” Jonathan said, faking one of his best smiles. Samantha was too taken aback to realize Jonathan was, in fact, a tad bothered by the other’s presence.

Mark quirked an eyebrow involuntarily at the other man. He was exactly as Samantha described him, tall, handsome, cocky. Trustful. And he knew about them two, which could have changed the situation. Complicate it.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here is all, Mark. I told you I had surgery.”

“Yeah, no, I heard, I wanted to make sure you were fine.” If it weren’t for his fingers numbing from his tightened grip around the Lindt chocolate box, he would have forgotten about them entirely. Mark extended his arm towards Samantha in a successful but unforeseen attempt to leave her speechless. It was Jonathan’s turn to cock an eyebrow.

“You shouldn’t have…” Samantha looked up at Jonathan. She was growing annoyed with his displeased antics. Not that Mark would know. “I am busy tonight, we’ll gather with Leena to celebrate, you know. Me.”

“Totally.” Mark nodded with a serene expression. “I will go. If we don’t see each other again before I go, it was nice enough seeing you like this, Doctor.”

There was something about his serene smile that tied a knot in Samantha’s stomach. In her imagination, Mark was not supposed to be that. He was not supposed to come looking for her, to bring her chocolate and call her endearingly on her title. He was not supposed to sketch a hue of pink across her face. Mark was supposed to sleep with her and forget about her.

“Go where? I wouldn’t say you are leaving,” Leena chimed in, allowing her curly hair to bounce freely against her short-sleeved shirt, “though we won’t force you to join us for drinks.”

“Ah, as much as I’d love to,” Mark replied, his eyes searching for Samantha once again, “I wasn’t invited. I’m not barging.”

“We’re inviting you now.” Jonathan cleared his throat and painted a puzzled expression on Samantha’s face. “You said so yourself, you would love to, would you not?”

Mark hesitated. He suddenly pondered over the fact that a fuck buddy would not meet the other’s friends.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to feel pressured by these two anyway.”

“No, I… I think I’d love to.”

Saturday night in a popular high-profile club in Seoul city could rival all levels of imagination. Stories that would go unknown for all eternity, on people who’d enter the club to enjoy, to fool around, to forget, on a busy dancefloor, with extravagant lights and liquor. Samantha’s cousin had one of the most sought-after clubs of the capital and on good merit. It hit Samantha that she never did face the other side of the bar counter. It had always been easier to be the one serving the poison than the one to drink it.

The reservation for Samantha’s group was made on a booth better shielded from the crowded center of the club. She waved a hand at the security guys outside and guided the four of them to their spot.

“Wow, I can’t believe I never came to this club,” said Jonathan with a newly discovered admiration for the place.

“Maybe your relationships would have been more successful.” Leena stuck his tongue out at him and the other rolled his eyes at her remark. Albeit hiding a smile behind the façade.

Mark guided Samantha to take her seat first and the latter offered a smile. She refused instead.

“I’ll go get the drinks because I am that cool and that fast. What would you like to have?”

Not long after Samantha disappeared in the nightly crowd, Mark took a seat somewhat cornered by the curious eyes of Samantha’s friends. One would say that, with all the public attention and the fame, he would get used to the squinting.

“So, you and Sam,” Jonathan begun, rolling the sleeves of his shirt as if preparing himself for some sort of a confrontation with the other man. “How’s it going?”

“Fine? I think.” He replied much less inconsistently than he would have hoped. Truth be told, he did not really know how to reply to such a question. The answer would have been straightforward for someone who sleeps with another person for fun but one does not consider verbalizing how such a relationship would ‘be’. When it is not even a relationship. “She’s amazing.”

“I bet she is.”

“Jonathan!” Leena smacked his shoulder. “Please forgive him, we have been friends since college, and he gets over-protective over her sometimes…”

Mark pondered over the girl’s words. If he would not want to be involved with Samantha, he wouldn’t mind about their arrangement. “It’s totally fine. I am a stranger who sleeps with your friend. Nothing more.”

The conversation was cut short by Samantha returning with the tray of drinks. After serving everyone, more out of habit than anything else, she seated herself beside Mark. “So, what did you two press Mark about?”

Jonathan raised both his eyebrows and his glass in a swift motion, to grab a solid gulp of his whiskey on the rocks. “Nothing in particular.”

“So, a surgeon, huh?” Mark took a hold of his dark beer to mimic Jonathan’s earlier gesture. “Can you do both? Management and save lives?”

Samantha looked down at her glass to swirl the straw around. Mark was not ill intended, and she also was not prepared to reveal too much about herself. She never planned to do so anyhow.

I want you to tell me about you in exchange.

“I took a step back from surgery for a while. It became a bit overwhelming. But I did not want to leave the hospital and the community, so I applied for a more ‘business’ like job. Now I am manager.”

“Today was just her first step coming back to surgery full time.” Jonathan smiled and shot a wink to Samantha’s direction.

Leena immediately became confused. “Surgery? You went into surgery today?”

Samantha looked over at Jonathan with a piercing look. Mark figured she had not revealed that to the other woman. “Jonathan told me he had a 7-month-old pregnant woman with a brain tumor. He came to me to ask me to scrub in. I just watched the fetal monitor, that’s all. Luckily, there was no need to step in.”

“Interesting,” concluded Leena to take a sip of her Margarita. “Samantha, can we have a word?”

Samantha looked over at Mark with an apologetic look. Guilt started building up that she purposely dragged him into her personal life. Mark raised his bottle once again, with his lips pursed into a silent surrender. It was flattering, in a way, that she honored her half of their agreement. With each word sent out into the world by the three of them, Mark’s curiosity blossomed. Perhaps more eager and too easily.

“So, how’s the sex?”

Mark choked on the beer. “I’m sorry?”

“Nah, I am just curious how a stranger in a bar got in her bed.”

Ah, thought Mark. Jonathan did not know.

“I am not entitled to tell you that.”

“Heroic.”

“You actually went into surgery? And you did not think to tell me, as well?”

Samantha looked at Leena. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen that mixture of hurt and betrayal on the other’s face. “It was impulsive. Johnny came to my office to tell me about his case, and then we sort of fought—”

“Why did you fight about?”

The moment Samantha put her hands on her hips, Leena knew. “Fought about you.”

“It’s not what you think—”

“He still hasn’t let go of you. Did you tell him that Mark is your fuck buddy?”

Silence. “I see. It’s not like you’re trying too hard to push him either.”

“Leena I don’t want him, I don’t love him. And he loves you. It’s quite visible with the naked eye.”

“It’s not when the moment you fuck another guy, he becomes all protective over a woman who is not even his to begin with!”

Leena stopped in her tracks, almost in disbelief that she let something out which she did not consider she would. Samantha grabbed her by the wrist to tug her through the crowd.

“What are you doing?” screamed Leena over the booming music.

“I am tired of being the middleman between you two fools. He is crushing so hard over you and as cocky and almighty you say he is, he is a coward. So, you’ll speak to him while I have sex in the back room. 30 minutes enough?”

By the time the girls returned to their booth, Leena had not been given the choice to ingest the newly divulged pieces of information. The two arrived in the evasive silence of the two men who could have prayed for a disaster to occur so that they’d escape the involuntary cage they’d been placed under.

“Leena has something to talk to you about Jonathan. So, while you two resolve your lover’s quarrel, I am going to steal Mark from this table.”

Mark extended his body upwards faster than he would have liked to and put his hands together in a silent apology. He threw one last look over his shoulder at the two surgeons and then had to concentrate on his feet to follow an apparently flustered Samantha. The woman guided the two into a room to the far back of the club.

A small room, still neatly decorated with a tall mirror, half a dozen lockers, and all the necessities an employee starting their shift would need. Samantha slammed the door behind them and locked it in an agile movement of the wrist. She prompted her body against the door to relieve a sigh.

“You know, against all odds, I like your friends.” Mark chuckled and took a couple of steps to seat himself on the closest chair. “A bit intense but they seem like genuine people.”

“You don’t say.”

The day had been full and heavy of unsettled emotions for Samantha. Rarely do plans turn out to be exactly how you imagine them. Samantha’s plan was to enjoy a managerial Saturday, having drinks and getting drunk in her favorite club, not reminiscent of the cold past but optimistic of the unexplored future. She could not find a plausible explanation of why she joined the surgery in the evening, of why she allowed Mark to enter a significant piece of her life in meeting her friends.

Only, she did know the explanation for all of the events. She joined in surgery because Jonathan was right. She allowed Mark to enter her life because he exceeded all her expectations of him, because, in a split of a moment, she acknowledged she wanted him to get to know her. To know the great OB-GYN resident that she was.

And this shattered the reality from under her feet.

He was supposed to be a tight hug that turned into sex. Nothing more.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Samantha did not realize when Mark stood up to enter her proximity. His hand found her cheek in a motion that was so natural he surprised himself of it.

She was supposed to be a tight hug that turned into sex. Nothing more.

“Yeah. I am tired of all these unrequited feelings and of all these unspoken memories and I just hope Jonathan lets me go already so he can be with Leena.”

Samantha smiled tiredly and leaned into Mark’s touch. He had a hunch that her confession held much more power than being about just her two friends. And he wanted to ask, the more he wanted to ask the more his heart picked up a beat in his chest.

“Huh, I think the only people who did not know they love each other are Jonathan and Leena.” He declared instead, locking his eyes with hers. Unbeknownst to him, his other hand gained a free will to intertwine with Samantha’s fingers. Mark wanted to stop. He wanted to stop his body from gravitating towards hers.

“Thanks for the chat,” Samantha laughed and ignored the burning in her chest and the buzzing in her head altogether. If she were drunk, she would have blamed it all on the alcohol, and she would have justified herself for the reason it was so scorching to look into Mark’s orbits.

Mark brought his head to rest against her shoulder and the sudden contact set her skin on fire. The devil on her shoulder wanted Mark to rip her shirt so he could touch her better.

“So, I promised Leena I’d get her 30 minutes to freely talk to Jonathan,” Samantha dismissed the dangerous thought to make space for dirty ones. Dirty ones that wouldn’t leave her longing in the morning. “Do you think we could give them that?”

“I…” Mark murmured and pushed himself away, his hand still protecting her cheek. “I want to kiss you, so, so bad.”

“What are you waiting for?”

I want to. And I can’t.

If I kiss you now, I am afraid I’ll fall in love with you.

Samantha untangled their fingers to reach up to his face. Tips of her fingers set ablaze.

Mark sighed and glued their foreheads together.  Their noses were brushing against one another, and Samantha could feel each inspiration Mark took into his chest. “I cannot make love to you and leave the next day like I am the worst scum to have ever walked this Earth. I am not that guy.”

Samantha was not sure she understood the breathy words gliding out of Mark’s mouth. She was dazzled by the wording he chose.

“You aren’t making love to me Mark. We are having sex, it is just sex.”

A modest scoff carried Mark’s silhouette to wrap his arms around her frame. He felt Samantha’s body rigid in his embrace. Mark couldn’t let her see the disappointment nesting in his eyes. He couldn’t allow himself to believe in the disappointment nesting in his eyes. He went ahead and assumed a miscalculation. He had to set himself straight.

I guess it is just sex.

“Jonathan asked me how’s sex with you.”

Samantha’s chest deflated helplessly. The sudden hug and the hasty words made her afraid and nervous Mark would want to go on with his life, that he would put a stop to them. She did not want him to put a stop to them. “So? What’d you tell him?”

“Nothing.”

She furrowed her brows.

“But I am going to tell you how sex with you is.”

Mark pulled away from the hug to face her, resting his left hand against the door, the other prepared to do a demonstration on her body. Samantha could not tell how he was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked stoic.

“If I kiss you right here, behind the lobe of your ear,” Mark traced his index along her skin and Samantha felt like he could ignite it “you’ll gasp. Grab my hair and pull me into you.”

Mark’s words were even, collected. His eyes were glued to each piece of her body he was busy with. Reading her like an open book. “If I cup your breasts,” Mark ran the back of his finger over her clothed breast, a moan eluding from her lips “you’ll moan. Like you did just now.”

His hand travelled to her hip, tips of his fingers digging into the fabric of her trousers. She was unlucky it had such a thin texture. “If I grab you by your hips, this is the part where I usually slide myself inside you and you nip your fingers into my back. “

Mark brought his free hand to cusp her cheek and prompt her to look at him. By all means, Samantha was expecting to recognize anything comparable to lust, carnality. What she found instead was a stubborn tenderness that was a stranger to simply having sex.

I want to make love to you.

“Mark?” she whispered when he didn’t move.

“Will you be mad at me if we don’t have sex tonight, princess?” he stated, loosening his clasp on her hip, but caressing her cheek with his other thumb. “I am tired and I left Milo alone too much.”

Against her will, Samantha let out a whimper. Mark took her entire essence and played with it in his hands, reassembling it at his will in mere minutes. In such a short period, Mark took his time to memorize her characteristics, her reactions, and her feelings. Mark took his time to make an effort on how to please her. He never did what Mark did.  

I don’t want you to go, Mark.

“Sure, absolutely. I understand.” She nodded, placing her hand above his. “When are you, uhm… when are you flying out?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“When will you be back?”

Why would I want to know?

Mark chuckled and admired her for a moment. He was aware he was leaving her hot and bothered. He did not assume for a moment that she was inquiring for any other reason.

God are you beautiful.

“It’s going to be three long weeks, give or take. You’re going to have to find a replacement for me.”

I hope you don’t find a replacement for me.

Samantha giggled. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

The phone in Mark’s pocket buzzed up with messages. He wanted to pull away, but Samantha kept his hand in place. “Kiss me goodbye at least?”

The night highway was chasing pointlessly after the black van, transporting Mark and his group to the airport. Mark’s eyes were aimed at the blurry lights, the hues of orange and red cutting through the depth of the sky. He pulled over the hood of his sweatshirt and checked his phone. Still devoid of any messages.

Jinyoung was chatting with the others when he noticed abruptly Mark did not join the lively discussion. He stealthily excused himself from the group, with a little help from Jackson to keep the others at bay from questioning too much.

“Hey,” Jinyoung plopped himself into the seat next to Mark. The latter snapped from the whirlwind of his thoughts.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I think you should tell me what’s up, Mark.”

Mark laughed and turned his body towards the other. “That obvious?”

“A bit.” Jinyoung agreed. “Have you heard from her yet?”

The other shrugged his shoulders. “Nope. We didn’t, you know, do anything. We just went out with her friends. Intense guys, lucky me I have a bit of training from y’all.”

“But?” Jinyoung questioned, still leaving Mark to his own pace. “She must’ve been a bit disappointed you never did anything.”

Mark tilted his head to look out the window. He wished his thoughts would blurry like the reality on the highway. “Yeah, she must’ve been.”

“And you? Were you expecting anything to happen? Did you kiss her, I don’t know, goodbye?”

Mark was a bit shocked by her request. Still, against his better judgement, he drew in closer, to seal the distance between their lips. “You are irresistible, you know that?”

Jinyoung just knew something was bothering Mark. Maybe regret, or maybe repentance.

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Bluebell | Chapter 20

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"Why are we meeting her upstairs in her apartment?" Mason asks.

"Because she isn't feeling well" Lindsey replies.

"Is it serious?" Rúben asks.

"It is serious."

"You are scaring me, Linds."

"She isn't dying, Mount. Don't worry. Though she may look like it."

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"They are here" Lindsey says, opening my room's door.

"Ask them to come in, please.”

"Oh God" Mason says when he sees me. "What happened to you?"

"Are you alright?" Rúben asks.

"Yeah, yeah. Just very nauseous."

"Is there a virus in town or something?" Mason asks.

"Yes, one called not using protection when you have sex" Lindsey says from the door.

"What?" both Rúben and Mason say at the same time, looking from her to me.

"I am… pregnant! Surprise!" I say, trying to smile but definitely only managing to make a weird face.

"I'm sorry you are what?"

"I'm pregnant, Mason."

"Rúben, did she just say what I think she said?" he asks him.

"Yep" Rúben says, his eyes fixed on me. "And I have the feeling that she doesn't know who is the father because she was with both of us on the same week."

"Wait what?" Mason asks.

"I don't know, no. At least not yet."

"This is... This is crazy" Mason says, starting to pace around the room.

"Can they tell you?" Rúben asks.

"I went to the doctor last week and they couldn't tell the exact date because, as you said, we were together too close in time."

"Fantastic" Mason snorts.

"But they can do a dna test in a few weeks."

"How?" Rúben asks.

"It is a blood test. They won't touch the baby."

"Good."

"Good? Just good? How can you be so calm?" Mason asks Rúben.

"Freaking out like that won't help us, Mount."

"I'm sorry if I'm freaking out, Dias" he says. "But I came here expecting to finally hear her tell us who she is picking, not to be told than in a few months I may be a father, which complicates things even more."

"Don't you want her to have the baby?"

"I haven't said such thing" Mason replies. "I'll respect whatever she chooses to do, and if that is my baby, I'll be by their side."

"Even if she has chosen me?"

"Yes, even so. Can you say the same, Mayor?"

"I'm not a coward, Mount."

"Neither am I."

"Ok, that's enough" I say, raising my voice and starting to feel nauseous again. "Both of you have made it clear that whatever happens, you won't run away and will support me, and I thank you for it. But I'm feeling like shit, and a testosterone contest isn't what I need right now."

"What can we do for you, then?" Rúben asks.

"I know you are tired of hearing this, but I need some space. My life has gone upside down again, and I need to adjust to it. So until we get that test done and we know who is the father, I'm just asking you to behave yourselves and let me breath."

"Ok" Mason says. "But... I'm sorry, I have to ask. Will that result change anything? Will it change your mind about who you have chosen?"

"It won't. I promise you it won’t."

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Jocelyn's Choice chapter 13

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Chapter 13

He needed to know I was pregnant, and I intended to keep my baby.

Again, I’m putting emphasis on the idea that this book is entitled Jocelyn’s CHOICE, yet we never once see her struggling with the decision of this choice. 

There was never any choice. Only happy endings. And it makes for a boring book. 

"No," I cried. "I'm pregnant." Somehow I managed to blurt that out, too. 

He stared at me, but didn't say anything. I continued to cry. 

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I didn't mean to . . . ." 

I know that it takes two to tango and all that, but I’m putting 100% of the onus onto Alex here. Their relationship is creepy and borderline predatory. 

"He will be," I said. "But this internship is so important for his future."

 "What about your future, Jocelyn? You have your whole life ahead of you."

YES, THANK YOU. 

Why is the woman the one who has to throw away her life? 

"He didn't do it by himself," I said. 

"He was older and more experienced," he said. "He should have known better."

YES, THANK YOU AGAIN!!

"Have you given any thought to what you want to do? Do you want to raise this baby?" 

"Yes," I cried. "Please tell me you'll let me do that."

 "Jocelyn," he said, as he rubbed my back. "Shh, calm down. I'll support your decisions, and I'll help you any way I can." 

Again, I feel like this story would have been a lot better if there had been a deep conversation about the possibility of her getting an abortion. There was never a “choice” in this story. 

"And if things don't work out between us, I don't want him to resent me for that."

Well, he should have thought about the consequences of having sex with a woman. Again, I’m putting 100% of the blame onto Alex here, because he was fucking shitty about the entire thing. 

"Have you considered the possibility that he may not want to be in a relationship once he finds out about this baby?"

Then you take him to court and you get that child support. 

/I say this like every single person doesn't know that there’s going to be a happy ending. One where he proposes and they live happily ever after. 

I couldn't help but notice everything Max was describing was taking place in a picture that didn't involve Alex. I thought that, unconsciously, he was trying to prepare me for the fact that I may be raising this baby solo. I hoped he was wrong.

Chapter 13 summary: Jocelyn intentionally chose a woman’s clinic in another town in the hopes of lessening her chances of running into anybody she knows. However, her luck is rotten today, and she runs into Alex’s and Evan’s dad, Dr. Jordan. He says that he’s assisting a doctor on a case right now. Jocelyn barely makes it to the elevator in one piece after lying to get away from him. 

Back home, she finally confesses to her father. The entire thing is awkward, but I get it. It’s never easy to tell your father that his 18 year old daughter got knocked up. Max takes it about as well as possible, but he’s upset over Alex not knowing. Jocelyn is still insistent that she wait two months to tell him when he gets back from this internship. But Max is of the opinion that Alex is a louse, who’d probably abandon her the second he finds out. 

They go to dinner, where they discuss things like rearranging the things in her room to make room for a crib, and getting things like a highchair and playpen. Things that Jocelyn had never once thought of before. He also tells her that after the baby is born, he’ll help her so that she can actually continue her education. Max might not know how to cook, but he’s a good father, and it’s honestly a little refreshing after so many shitty or outright absent parents in books. 

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 51

Chapter 51: Yearly Camping Trip Plus 1

We finally was reaching the second year of our training, and mom suggested that we should take a break. Mr. Piccolo was getting tired of these ‘breaks’ and was even yelling at mom. He soon regret that, when mom threw him out the house. It was funny. Mom told him how this break was because it was my and dad yearly camping trip. I almost forgot about those. Dad looked really excited that mom reminded us, but I’m kind of agree with Mr. Piccolo. Maybe we do take too many breaks. Then dad suggested that Mr. Piccolo should come with us. Mom actually looked pleased with that.

Once we made it to the campsite, dad finally told Mr. Piccolo the plan for this trip. Mr. Piccolo was actually happy with this, now. So, looks like we were still training, and with no distractions from mom. Now we’re talking.

…

During our ‘camping trip’ I was finally able to really test out a few new techniques. During last year I couldn’t do so, since we were just all trying to get along and into a daily routine. Ok, and maybe I was heavily distracted. Not my fault Chichi is amazing. Even though I asked Piccolo to come along, I really was trying to put more focus on Gohan. Even though Piccolo said he thought Gohan everything he knew, it clearly didn’t show.

Gohan was slow to react, and even his movements were slow. And the way Piccolo handle his flaws were also a red flag. During this trip I tried to correct as much as possible, but Piccolo kept getting the way. I really need to have a one-on-one with Gohan, when this is all over. Too many simple mistakes, that could have been avoid, if taking care of properly. I looked over to Piccolo. I start to question if his training is the reason, I won all those years ago. Then again, maybe not. Maybe I’m looking at this wrong.

…

The years has surely passed by quickly. Only a few more months till the battle. My boys have done so much, they deserve a treat. Maybe for the remaining months we can all do something together. Like trying to spend as much time as possible. Even with Goku’s checkups coming along nicely, too. The doctors haven’t found anything wrong with him yet, and thanks to their recommendations, Goku’s health seems better than when we started. Goku is eating right, after a good amount of arguing. He’s also getting enough sleep. I always knew he’s sleep pattern wasn’t healthy. And thanks to the changes he also commented how he feels even stronger, with the added training.

When I asked him about that, he would tell me he doesn’t feel as drain anymore. That confused me. Goku never seemed drained after a hard day of training. Even in the beginning of our marriage, he seem pretty healthy to me. But when he tells me about it, I come to realized I missed a lot of signs. How he would nonverbally complain that he just sat down. How he would have days when sex seem not go so long. He was showing signs of exhaustion, but never said anything. I feel like an awful wife for not noticing. My poor Goku was always suffering, and I never even noticed. That’s it! I’m going to do something special just for him!

I just finished sending off Gohan to my fathers, and asking Piccolo if he could be gone for a couple of days. It clearly confused him, but I reassured him that when Gohan gets back, I’ll send Goku for him. With that, he left. Now I was left with a very confused husband. Well, confused till he had his arms around me. “Our anniversary if not for another month, so what’s the occasion?” He purred into my ear.

“No occasion, just wanted to do something nice for you.” Even though he had a pleased smile, I could tell he looked worried. “Oh, stop. You do so much for me, I should be doing stuff for you too.” He didn’t seem to like that answer.

“You do plenty and more. So, you really don’t have do anything more.” Now that made me sad. My dear husband. He would give his life for others. He would the extra mile for mine and Gohan’s happiness. He would do anything to keep us safe. My dear husband. The man that hides his emotions from the world. The man who doesn’t like showing that he also has weakness. He would rather give his all and ask for nothing in return. That’s just not fair! “Why are you giving me that look? Did I do something to upset you? Tell me, so I can make you happy.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” At that I finally let my tears fall. He embraced me, and rubbed my back. Telling me things like how he doesn’t get what he did to deserve me. My Goku is truly something else. After what felt like forever, I finally calm down. I told let’s take a bath; he was stud by my sudden request. I already had it in my mind that for these next few days I was give Goku the ultimate special treatment he deserves. Even if he complains that I shouldn’t do it. My husband deserves it, and so I’m going to do it!

…

I’m completely confused by my wife’s actions. For some reason, she wants to do more for me. What gives? Chichi truly does enough for me, I don’t really need anymore. But for some reason she doesn’t believe me. Now she’s saying for us to go take a bath. I’m just very confused.

Ok, so maybe it has been a little too long, since Chichi gave me a good cleaning. Somewhere along the years we just started taking baths at different times, and rarely together. So, I will allow this. Especially how good it feels to get the spot, between my shoulder blades, scrub just right. Chichi back scrubs are always nice, especially when she hums, which she is doing. I’m feeling just a little ok with this. Then she does something unimaginable.

She had rubbed my tail stub, just the way I like it, too. I was between shock, from the randomness, and very aroused. If my Chichi wanted that type of attention, she could have just said so. I tried to turned around, to give her some attention. Only for her to pinch me, and damn I don’t move; how it’s only about me. As good as that sounds, I wasn’t liking this. It should only, and always, be about her. But I will admit, this does feel good. I don’t when or how, but one of her hands was still rubbing and pinching my tail stub, while the other was stroking my dick. She knows too well that this always gets me. What in the world has gotten into my wife? I even felt her rubbing her breast against my back, and dropping kisses. Before I knew it, I saw stars, as I came undone.

Damn, that felt good. I really wanted to return the favor, but she wouldn’t let me. I really shouldn’t question this, but maybe, just maybe ask what did I do to deserve this. She wouldn’t answer, but spending this time with her is still perfect. So, who cares. We were now just enjoying the steaming hot bath. Well for her, it’ll be considered boiling. “Sometimes I think the water is never hot enough for you.” I couldn’t help chuckle at that. We shared a kissed that ended with her riding me, while still in the bath. I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.

…

It really took me a while to get Goku to just accept, that I wanted to treat him today. After the few rounds in the bathroom, I really didn’t think I could go on. But I must! It’s for my wonderful husband. Once we entered our room, I didn’t even allow him to get dress. The look he gave made me think, he thought we were going another round. He wasn’t wrong, but I wanted to give him a nice back massage first. That lead to a good round, that almost broke the bed.

I still didn’t allow him to get dress, as we walked to the kitchen, for lunch. I ended up being the main course, and dessert. Even though I was doing this for him, it some how turned into being about me. I was actually getting upset. “How many times do I have to tell you?” He purred against my neck. “I love it when I make you feel good. It makes me feel good too.” He lightly bit the mark. “Now come on. Tell me how bad you want it.” I still can’t believe the position we were in. He was under me, while I was facing upward. He was stretching me just right, and his heated hands were just hovering over me. “Come on, say it.” He nip at my earlobe. My husband is going to be the death of me. He lightly along my neck.

“Please. Give me, give me. Give me more.”

“That a girl.” With that he started to thrust in me again, and his hands toyed with me. Before long I was left screaming, as my climax it. “I really love it when you come all over me.” I don’t know how, but that sent me on another climax, and this time he joined me. Once the high was over, he had pinned me under him. “You truly are perfect.” He then purred into my ear. “But I think we’re done warming up.” Oh kami! What did he mean by that?

…

When I finally came home, after a week, mom and dad were acting funny. They didn’t smell weird, like they usually do when they act like this. They just seemed perfectly, way too, happy. Don’t question it, and I won’t have to worry. Even Mr. Piccolo had a weird face, when he saw my parents. But I did notice the house was extra clean, like someone was trying to mask a crime scene.

The remaining months were filled with heavier training. With very little break in between. Even mom made my study days down from 3 to 1. What gives? At night my parents still had high ki levels, but I’ve learned to just ignore it. I started to learn to just ignore the weird smile dad had, when looking at mom. Before we go training, they would share a kiss, and when we got back, they shared another one.

The closer we came to the day, the weirder things got at home. Mom ki acts funny, and dad seems more on edge than usually. That says a lot. Sometimes mom ki would just disappear, I would get worried, but dad would say she’s fine. I didn’t like this! Mom and dad are acting way too weird, for something not to be up. And mom also started eating a bit more than usually. I would want to comment, but dad advice against it. Something is wrong with mom, and dad wants me to just ignore it. What gives?

Two more days to go, and I asked if I could sleep with my parents. I was so happy dad said yes. Dad held us protectively, and I couldn’t be happier. By now, being this close to mom, I realized there was a strange ki, coming from her. What’s going on here? But I didn’t question it. There’s more important things to worry about.

It was finally the day, and I noticed something was off with both my parents. I figured it was just that they were worried. As mom made breakfast, dad was still sleeping. That’s very strange. Dad usually woke up around the same time as mom. Even mom looked concern. I wanted to ask her what’s wrong with dad, but she just put on a smile, as she went upstairs. When my parents came down, they both were smiling. But I could tell, these weren’t the happy smiles. These were the very worried smiles. Even dad had the worried smile. I really hope today goes ok. Before we set off, I made sure to give my mom an extra long hug, and a very big smile.

[vforvadersbitches]

“I’ll stay with him,” I nod, “Doctor, Clayton says he felt and heard everything during the surgery.”

Jonathan blinks, "You did?"

"Yeah," Clayton nods, "I... I felt- I was like- outside of my body. I could walk around and see everyone working and see my mom and Lili in the waiting room- and I felt the saw. I felt them saw through my bones. And- pull my heart out. I felt that too."

"God damn, son," he murmurs, shaking his head a little, "I'm... so sorry about that. It's a rare condition but it's called anesthesia awareness. Typically when this happens, patients find themselves unable to sleep even after the effect of the sedation sets in. We may be able to give you something stronger the next time you go under. For your biopsy."

"I don't- can't you just see that I'm not rejecting it?" he asks quietly, "Please? I can't handle being cut and prodded and pulled apart 'nymore..."

"I'm sorry," Jonathan sighs, "It's just the general procedure we have to follow. Just because you feel fine doesn't mean nothing wrong is happening. I feel I need to tell you about the risks following these sorts of surgeries..." he takes a deep breath, "Heart attacks are still very possible, Clay- especially after a transplant. We have to tell you that this heart could fail at any time. And there's no... guaranteed life span window. Could be five years. Ten. The rest of your life. We don't... really know. It's case by case basis."

"I know," Clay looks down, "I know, Doctor."

"Then you know how important the aftercare is."

"Aftercare?" he raises a brow at Jonathan. The nurse behind him giggles, making his cheeks flush.

"Alright- your mother said you were a ladies man but that's a bit ridiculous. I don't know you that well," Jonathan teases, the two of them sharing a laugh. "Now pay attention. We're gonna need to see you in here once a week for the first month, alright? And then we'll bump it to once every other week, and finally, after about six months, we'll go to once a month visits. Eventually, we'll only have to see you once a year unless you have further complications."

"Alright," Clay nods again, "What uh- what do I need to be doing at home?"

"Whatever physical therapy tactics you learn here, from our therapists, you need to continue those at home. But don't overdo it. If you have a particularly good day, you can do maybe one more stretch of each but no more than that. What's your diet like?"

"What's a diet?"

"Jesus," Jonathan huffs. "Alright- low fat and low sodium for a bit, okay? Just go easy on your body. Eat lean meats, keep the salt use to lower amounts even if it makes your food boring. No smoking- I know you and your mother use cigarettes frequently. Stop that. They're bad for you anyway."

"What about... showering?" Clay asks carefully.

"You'll want to get in the shower facing away from the shower head," Jonathan explains, "Let the water wash over you but don't let it hit your chest directly. Pat the incision dry. No baths for about three weeks, if that's your thing."

Damn. No bath sex then. As if he could even have sex right now anyway. What a tragedy.

[starsofmilos]

Tell Him (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: pls do a part 2!!! it’s for the good of society ok!!!!

I live for jealous Adrian!!! Anyways this is a part two to a smut of mine that you could read right here

I hope yall like it

Warnings: rough sex, mirror sex, p in v, oral ( fem receiving), praise, phone sex,possessiveness, degrading, spanking and jealous Adrian

18+

“Dude you’re like so fucking hot right now!” Adrian groaned as you bent down to put the dishes away. 

“Are you saying I look hot in the kitchen only? Is it because I’m a women?” 

“No! I didn’t mean it like that!! It’s just your standing there in my shirt and your shorts and I just really wanna bend you over right now on the countertop.” 

You smiled as Adrian gave you a small pout. “I’m just teasing Adrian.” He groaned as you began wiping down the counter. 

“Come on..I can clean up instead?” 

“Can you? I wanted to shower?” He nodded taking the rag from you. 

“I don’t know why you’re gonna shower if I’m just gonna make you a mess again..” 

“Not tonight you won’t.” 

“But!” 

“I have to wake up early and you can go practically all night!” 

“I promise just a quickie!” 

“It’s never a quickie with you!!” 

“I can make it just for tonight!!” You laughed.

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Adrian groaned wiping the countertops. 

“I promise tomorrow.” You came back in just your underwear giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s like your trying to kill me!!” 

“Nope just wanna get you excited!” 

“Fuck!” You laughed turning the water on. 

The next morning, you got dressed for work giving Adrian a goodbye kiss before heading out. You worked with everyone else being the designated doctor of the team.

 Adrian and you had just moved in together which worked out for him.His words exactly were, ‘Finally my own personal hot nurse.’ It made you laugh.  The team was happy you both finally got together. 

Later that night, Chris had once again managed to convince all of you to go out once more. You were happy to go. Adrian not so much. He had been messaging you all day telling you how much he was craving you.

“We’re only staying for an hour or two tops.” You reminded him as he pouted on the drive there. You both walked in happy to be spending time with your friends once more.

“So how’s living with Adrian?” Adebayo asked you as you both stood at the bar getting the next round. 

“Oh it’s been okay. I actually really like it..I’m really happy with him.”

She smiled. “That’s great.” 

“It is.” 

You smiled nodding in thanks to the bartender. “Hey Y/N right?”

You stopped turning around seeing someone you thought you’d never see again. “Kurt right?” 

“Kurtis.” 

“Oh right! Sorry we never talked again after that night.” Adebayo took the drinks from you. 

“Meet you at the table.” 

“Wait!” You sighed as she walked off. 

“So you still want my number? I never got the chance to give it to you last time?” 

“Um no. I have a boyfriend now..” 

“Oh well that sucks.” You nodded. 

“Yeah I’m actually really happy with him haha..” You laughed awkwardly just wanting to go. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Adrian asked Adebayo as she came back handing everyone there drinks. 

“Dealing with some guy at the bar?” Adrian tilted his head turning to see you backing away as the guy grew closer to you. He got up from his seat to approach you both.

“So maybe we could just hang out as friends?” 

“I’m good..” He pulled a pen out of his pocket writing his number on a napkin for you. 

“Here you go.” You sighed as he smiled at you. 

“Hey babe.” Adrian wrapped his arm around you kissing your cheek. 

“You okay?” You nodded. 

“Oh shit..You’re the same guy who interrupted us last time.” You nodded. 

“As I said before I have a boyfriend.” 

“So you did end up with the cock block.” He laughed a bit as Adrian glared. 

“Yeah you know she ended up going home with someone who knew what they were fucking doing.” Adrian grinned as Kurtis glared. 

“Isn’t that right Y/N you remember that night?” You grew a bit flustered looking down as you nodded. Adrian smiled.

“Don’t get all shy on me now. Pretty girl.” Adrian stared at Kurtis as he kissed your cheek. 

“Yeah well she seemed really interested in me last time-” 

“Exactly that was before she found someone to actually give her what she needs. So with that said I will be taking her out of here.” 

“Sure you know what Y/N give me a call when you no longer want a fucking nerd.” You glared at him about to tell him off, but was stopped by Adrian. 

“Trust me he’ll know soon enough.” Adrian took the napkin with Kurtis phone number pocketing it for later.

Adrian walked back to the table grabbing his keys and your bag. “We’re heading out.” 

“Already?” Chris whined as Adebayo smirked. 

“Let them go.” 

“Bye guys..” You whispered out. Once in the car, Adrian pulled you into a deep kiss. 

“Buckle yourself up princess.” You nodded listening to him. He drove you both straight home. 

“Adrian..are you okay?” He nodded flashing you a grin. 

“Yeah you?” You nodded. 

“Good now when we get home I expect you to be in the restroom clothes off.” 

“Are we showering?” Adrian shook his head. 

“No you’ll see soon enough.” You panties grew wet as you thought about what he could possibly have planned.

“Okay..” You knew better than to question him again. Although sometimes you liked the punishments...

Adrian hummed as he parked the car. You practically ran inside running to the restroom not wanting to waste a second more.

He chuckled as he locked the front door beginning to strip following your trail of clothes. 

“Hey pretty..” 

“Hi..” You mumbled out a bit eagerly. Adrian approached you lifting your chin up to him. 

“Do you want a kiss?” You nodded. He smiled kissing you softly. 

“Such a good girl. You listened so well.” You nodded kissing his neck. Adrian hummed enjoying your affection.

He leaned down pushing you against the counter top kissing your lips. 

He wanted to slowly build you up, but you were already ready to take him. “Spread your legs..” You nodded listening to him as he moved his hands everywhere.

You moaned softly as he ran his fingers along your folds. “So wet..We’ve barely started.” You whimpered as Adrian placed a finger on your clit. 

“Adrian..” You whispered out as he began to circle it while kissing your neck and chin. 

“Fuck..” You gasped out as he moved his hand up groping your chest. 

“Okay pretty girl..You wanna be good for me right?” You nodded eagerly as Adrian moved a finger inside you. 

“Oh fuck! Adrian your fingers fill me so good..” You gasped as he leisurely began to thrust them inside you. 

“Okay honey..You’re gonna make a phone call.” You nodded as he grabbed his phone dialing a number.

You tilted your head confused as he put it on speaker before going on his knees. 

“Be as loud as you want okay.” You nodded before yelping out a bit as he licked a stripe up your cunt. 

“Shit!” You panted as he kissed your inner thighs marking them up. 

“Adrian!” You whined out as the phone still rang.

Finally someone answered, “Hello?” It was Kurtis.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at Adrian. He smirked softly before sucking your clit in his mouth. You gasped out lacing your fingers in his hair. 

“Hello anyone there?” Adrian pulled away. 

“Answer him.” He went back to sucking your clit as you shook your head covering your mouth. “No-” 

“Answer him Y/N.” You whimpered as he bit your thigh. 

“Is this a joke?” Kurtis scoffed as you jumped feeling Adrian slide fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck!” You cried out. 

“Y/N? I see your boyfriend doesn’t know you’re calling I presume..” You looked down as Adrian smirked. 

“Give him a show. Tell him who you belong too.” You cried out trying to hold in your moans. Face flushed from embarrassment, but Adrian wanted to prove a point.

You knew if you said stop he’d do it instantly. “C’mon pretty girl.” You let go as Adrian began to roughly eat you out. 

He threw your legs over his shoulders for better access. “FUCK!!” You whined out loudly. Adrian smiled fucking you with his tongue. He moaned into you. 

“Who’s making you feel this good?” 

“You are!” 

“And who am I?” 

“Adrian! FUCK!!” You whimpered as he slid his fingers inside of you sucking your clit.

“Adrian! Please!” You tried to pull away feeling overwhelmed. 

“Y/N?” Kurtis was in shock hearing you moan. 

“Fuck Adrian I’m gonna cum!! I’m so close!!” Adrian groaned into you pulling away. 

“Such a good girl you wanna cum for me?” 

“Yes!” 

“You only ever cum for me right?” You nodded crying out as he sped up his fingers. 

“Come on then cum for me..You’re my little whore, so cum for me.” You cried out releasing on his fingers. You grabbed him afterwards kissing him desperate to feel him close. 

Adrian smiled grabbing the phone. “Who’s the fucking nerd now?” He hung up throwing his phone down. Kurtis had stayed on the line too stunned to hang up.

Adrian turned you around letting you see yourself in the mirror. “Fuck me you were such a good girl and all fucking mine....” He growled out slapping your ass. You moaned as he moved the two fingers he had put inside you in his mouth making you watch him through the mirror.

“So fucking good. I wanna eat you out longer, but I know you want more huh?” You nodded. 

“Please fuck me Adrian. I want your cock. My needy cunt needs your cock.” Adrian smiled. 

“Because you’re my whore huh?” You nodded before moaning as he pushed himself in. 

“Oh so fucking tight! Always fucking tight for me. All for me..” 

“All for you..” You gripped the counter top of the restroom moaning as he began to move inside of you. 

“Mine! Mine!” Adrian grunted fucking you at a ruthless pace not letting you catch your breath. You panted staring at him through the mirror. He looked like a vision. Face flushed, chest red, sweat beading his forehead.

“Look how good you look sweet girl! Only I get to see you this way!” You nodded moaning out as he groaned. 

“Say what I wanna hear fucking slut!” You moaned trying to speak, but nothing wanted to come out. “Adrian! I-” 

He slowed down a bit. “No no please!” You cried out feeling yourself on edge. “Come on Y/N.” You sobbed out as he slapped your ass once more. “Say what I wanna hear.” “I’m your slut!” Adrian grinned pulling out before slamming back in. “Fuck!!” You cried out. 

“My pretty slut..My fucking cum bucket!” You moaned out as Adrian. “You’re close huh?” You nodded panting out before yelling out as he hit your spot. “FUCK!!! RIGHT THERE!!” You cried out feeling yourself close. 

Adrian grinned as you sobbed. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!!” Drool spilled out from the corner of your mouth as Adrian panted. “Fuck all mine! This pussy is all mine! You’re all mine! You’re all fucking mine!!” You nodded. “I’m yours!! I’m yours!! Adrian!! I belong to you!!” You screeched out releasing on his cock.

“FUCK! My pussy! My fucking pretty girl!! You’ve been such a good girl! I love you! Only i can fuck you this good huh?” You nodded. “Yes! Only you! Only you Adrian!! I don’t want anyone else’s cum but yours inside me! I want you to cum inside me! I don’t want anyone but you!!” You felt another orgasm building up as Adrian fucked you vigorously. Thrusts hard and precise. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he kissed your neck and back leaving marks.

“I want you to squirt again like last time!” You clenched around him cumming once more. “FUCK!!! Adrian!!” He moaned out feeling his balls swell. He wanted to cum so bad, but wanted you to be completely wrecked. “Only me..” He whispered into your ear biting your earlobe before moving to your neck to mark you.

“Look how pretty you look. Crying as I fuck you..” He moved your head up making you stare at yourself. “Adrian please cum!!” You were getting sensitive. “It’s too much!” Adrian cooed at you kissing your chin as he continued thrusting. 

“You can take it can’t you? Be my good girl..” You cried out feeling yourself going to an insane height Adrian had taken you too multiple times before. “ADRIAN!! FUCK IT’S TOO MUCH IT’S TOO MUCH!!” 

Adrian reached down rubbing your sore clit. “FUCK! ADRIAN!!” You moaned as he grunted panting in your ear. “FUCK! Y/N YOU LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD!! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD!! MY FUCKING PUSSY!! MY SWEET CUNT!!” You yelled out at his words squirting all over his cock. He gripped your hips tightly as he began to go crazy thrusting and moving erratically reaching his own high.

Adrian groaned as he came inside of you still messily thrusting inside you slowly. You sobbed into your arms as Adrian pulled out whimpering softly. He helped you up kissing you softly.

“You did such a good job...” You whined as he kissed you everywhere wanting to comfort you. “You okay?” You nodded panting. Adrian grinned lifting you up on the counter top facing yourself to the mirror. “Look how good your cunt looks like right now. My cum leaking out of you. You did such a good job..Didn’t go too far right?” He wanted reassurance from you.You shook your head. 

“No it felt amazing..Thank you so much..” 

He grinned as he helped you down sitting you on the toilet so he could start a bath. “I love you..” He hummed kissing you once more. You smiled. “I love you too, but you didn’t have to call Kurtis you know?” Adrian laughed. 

“Of course I did. I needed him to hear how good I made you feel and I’d do it all over again to anyone who thinks they could fuck you better than me.” “I’ll be sure to tell anyone who asks..” 

[sugawarassoulmate]

Osamuuuuuu x time to love 🍑 Samu seducing Atsumu's wife because he cannot get her pregnant ☺️ he said he can make you feel better and get you babies.

sheeeeeeeeesh 🥴

words: 819

cw: fem!reader, cheating, marriage, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth and infertility, breeding, unprotected sex, mentions of alcoholism, dubcon, minors dni

in the end, you knew this was a good thing. you could feel your husband’s heart shatter every time you told him you weren’t pregnant. there was nothing atsumu wanted more than to be a dad but no matter how many times you tried, it never took.

you used to wonder if you were the problem—maybe you just couldn’t get pregnant? but all your doctors and specialists said that you had no fertility issues. could it be atsumu? but he’d never admit that something could be wrong with him.

“we just have to keep tryin’,” he’d say, asking the doctors to pump you with more hormones until you felt like his personal breeding cow. but every time, you’d be met with another negative test and atsumu would continue to spiral. it began to put a strain on your marriage. he’d start arguing with you, slamming doors, and drinking his frustrations away.

all he wanted was a baby and you just wanted to give him one.

“yeah, i’ll give ya want ya want,” he panted in your ear, folding your body in a mating press to piston into you deeper and deeper. “gotta be good fer me, yah?” his unfamiliar hands paw at your body, nails digging into the skin. you were desperate for anything. the ends would justify the means when you could finally have your husband back to the way he used to be.

and nobody would have to know, right? besides, they’re identical twins.

osamu’s cock isn’t attuned to your cunt like his brother’s is—it doesn’t feel the same at all. it feels wrong and animalistic. “but ya want a baby, right?” he breathes, hips snapping to split you open.

your brother-in-law had poisoned your mind with his constant flirting. if his brother couldn’t do the job, he had no problem lending a helping hand instead. at first, you screamed at him for even joking like that but you couldn’t bear to see another minus sign taunting you once again or wake up to the sound of atsumu throwing up because he went on another drinking binge.

it felt dirty letting osamu have you like this, knowing that he’s fantasized about this ever since you started dating his twin. but even osamu could keep a secret like this, he gets to live with the satisfaction that there was something he was better at than his golden-child sibling.

“i’ll give ya a fuckin brat—fuck...give ya as many as ya want,” osamu’s mouth latches on your breast, his movements picking up as he gets lost in the sinful act. you don’t want to admit how amazing it is either. you love your husband more than anything but his constant drinking has put a damper on your sex life.

could you even call it a sex life anymore? what used to be passionate became clinical and routine—atsumu kept a calendar of when you were ovulating. “it’s gonna take this time,” he kept saying, living in his own denial.

you felt disgusted knowing that you had just slept with your husband only just a few hours ago—he pathetically came in you hoping for that miracle baby but you knew it would only end in disappointment. but it had to be done for your deception to be believable.

“yer gonna look so pretty, so round, so full of me,” osamu growls when you tighten around him, his ego bursting with pride as he gives you the first orgasm you’ve had in months. “oh fuck, i’m gonna cum. gonna fill ya like the breeding whore ya are fuck!” your husband’s brother shoots his load deep within your womb, grunting how he’s gonna fuck you as many times as he needs to.

and the sick part is that you want him to.

atsumu cries when you tell him. he’s on his knees clutching your waist, asking if it’s true. did it really happen? but you show him the stick in your hands once more and the little plus sign that both of you have been hoping and praying for is still there.

“i knew it would happen,” he looks up to kiss your still-flat stomach, sobbing into your tummy. and you’re crying too, because this is what he’s always wanted. and also because you’ll know that his brother will have a smug look on his face when he hears the news.

and when osamu meets your precious daughter nearly a year later, looking like the perfect mixture of you and her father, he asks his brother if he wants to have more. “maybe in a few years,” your husband says, cooing over his pride and joy sleeping soundly in his arms. “but it would be nice if atsuna had a sibling.”

osamu could probably tell that your blood runs cold when he stares over at you. that wry look on his face as he strokes his niece’s cheek. “might be somethin to consider,”

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Brown Eyed Girl- Part Three

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The Reader finally tells Elliot about their predicament, needing his support and to know how he truly feelings.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, pregnancy, swearing, sex and angst.

!TW! for those who have etemophobia, the reader is pregnant so there is mentions to throwing up and nausea.

A/n: Hello all, I'm sorry this took so long to get out once again, I really have been struggling the last few days financially, emotionally, health wise. Literally everything's falling apart :D

Number one worst thing about the first trimester of pregnancy; the nausea.

I always thought people were exaggerating when it came to throwing up and how often, thinking that maybe it wasn’t as bad as people made it out to be. I know that everyone’s different when it comes to pregnancy symptoms and I know that there’s even a superstition that certain symptoms can indicate the sex of the baby- I don’t know. My mom told me that she wasn’t nauseous at all with Cassie but with Lexi and I, she wanted to live in the bathroom all day, her stomach was a mess. 

Even just thinking about it being nauseous makes me nauseous, thinking about food, stressful situations, Cassie, all of it makes me physically ill and sick to my stomach. But today, with Elliot on his way, there’s a small garbage can firmly planted beside me, a towel on my bed, covering my fluffy blankets just in case. I hate being nauseous, I hate the feeling of wanting to just rip the bandaid off and get sick so I could potentially feel better but the doctor told me to get used to it, that this was just the beginning and that I was ‘in for a treat’. I know it’ll just come right back and that my brief, fleeting moments of normalcy will be exactly that. But now it’s especially bad with the conversation I’m about to have with my loving, understanding boyfriend.

But there’s only so sweet and loving one person can be, right?

I knew that deep down he would try to fix the situation, to help me feel as better as I possibly can, understanding that this is the type of situation where I could possibly freak out and blow up with different kinds of emotions. But he’s just so calm. The calmest, most steady person I’ve ever met, but right now, I needed him to react. I needed to not feel so alone with my emotions, I almost wanted him to be afraid with me, instead of just handling everything like he always does. And I’ll be honest, I do feel a bit like a ticking time bomb, my nails anxiety picked at, my lips cracked and bleeding from biting them, and the nausea. He was in for a real treat, wasn’t he? 

I can hear my mom talking downstairs, I assume to Lexi now that Cassie stormed out of the house the minute we got home. She seemed almost angry to hear that my baby was perfectly healthy and thriving inside of me, her fury spilling over as she slammed the front door on her way out. She would have to get over it and suck it up because she’s going to be an Aunt whether or not she likes it or not. And maybe it would take me having my baby for her to see it, for her to understand that we didn’t need to have this anger between us, that we could just move on. The issue is, I have no idea what we’re moving on from. I don’t know why she’s angry other than the fact that she’s furious that I got pregnant.

My ears tune into the conversation downstairs as much as I can, listening to my mom laughing, someone replying to her but it’s not just my mom and Lexi’s voice downstairs, there’s another. And it’s definitely Elliot. My stomach drops at the sound of his quiet, timid voice, knowing how nervous he gets when it comes to talking to my mom. Who could blame him? 

Suze is crazy and we’re all well aware. 

I know that she’s not upset at me or angry at Elliot for getting me pregnant, knowing that we tried our best and that it happened because it was supposed to happen. That’s at least what I’m going with, not trying to overanalyze what we could’ve done better or if I failed as a daughter and as a human. She had the same mindset, trying to keep everything more positive and on a lighter, optimistic note, not letting Cassie’s sour attitude take over what’s supposed to be one of the biggest learning experiences of my whole entire life. 

Hearing footsteps climb the stairs, I pull my blankets further onto my lap as I turn down the volume on my TV, happy to have something playing in the background but needing to be able to hear myself think while he’s here. Especially since I’ve never done this before and I know he’ll have questions. The quiet knock on the door makes my stomach lurch, my small hum of acknowledgement echoing in my quiet room as the door cracks open. Elliot peaks his head in, a soft smile on his lips at the sight of me, slipping into the room silently as I take a deep breath.

“Hi sweetheart.” He moves quickly over to the bed, slipping down next to me with a soft smile. His eyes are worried as they flicker over my exhausted and drained expression, his lips pulling down in a sad frown. “Talk to me.” He reaches up,  cupping my cheeks, his cool hands soothing my heated skin, loving the feeling of him so close to me. “You’re kind of freaking me the fuck out, bug. Telling me we need to talk and that I need to drop everything and come here makes a guy panic.” I sigh, a forced smile taking over my expression as I lean back into my pillows, my fingers intertwining with his as he takes a deep breath. “If something happened, just tell me and we’ll figure it out. But I’m tired of feeling like you’re ignoring me and the look on Suze’s face scared the shit out of me, babe. She means fucking business toda- are you breaking up with me?” He gasps, false realization passing over his expression as I shake my head, squeezing his fingers as I silently reassure him.

“No, I don’t want that, never. I’m not breaking up with you.” I whisper, relief washing over him as I play with the rings on his fingers, thinking of a way to phrase the news in the best way possible. I had been going over it in my head for the last few hours, not realizing that all of my ideas would just escape me the minute he’s in front of me.

But apparently that’s the situation. 

“I just need to tell you something and I don’t want you to be upset-”

“You’re pregnant.” He cuts me off, my words stuttering as my brows pull together, confused at his assumption and how he managed to know that without me telling him. “Is that what this is? Why you’ve been sick? Why your mom looks green?” My words and breath get lodged in my throat, my stomach lurching once more as I try to think of something to say, anything to say. Anything would be better than me just staring at him blankly, not expecting him to literally take all of the work out of coming up with something to say. He looks almost calm, a bit confused, but he’s still breathing, he’s not yelling or crying- he’s responding the complete opposite way I thought he would. In fact, he’s blowing all expectations out of the park. “If you’re pregnant, just give me a nod or a yes so we can talk about it, alright?” He asks, scooting closer to me as tears bubble in my eyes, tumbling over as quickly as they come. He smiles sadly and silently, pulling me into his arms, cradling my head as I let myself relax completely into him. 

“I’m pregnant and I want to keep it-”

“Alright, then we’ll keep it.” I whimper at his simple reply, making something that I was working through in my head, worrying over, sobbing over, so easy. Is this how it should be? Should love and relationships, even big, scary things be like this- it’s all supposed to be comfortable and you don’t have to be afraid? Because all of my fears and all of my concerns are seemingly so trivial now, his calm smile, his slow heartbeat all calm me. “You should’ve just come to me, sweetheart. I’ll never be mad at you. This is our thing, not just your thing. We’re young but we’re not incapable of learning and figuring this shit out, okay- hey, look at me.” He cups my wet cheeks, brushing away my cheeks as his eyes flicker back and forth between mine

“How are you not freaking the fuck out? Elliot, I’ve been dying over here, throwing up, sweating, crying- I’m so sensitive and you have the audacity to not cry or get upset-”

“You want me to be upset-”

“No!” I pound my fists against his chest as he laughs, pulling me back to him as I deflate, my tears stalling as I listen to him laugh. 

“Sensitive and dramatic.” He coos, raking his fingers through my hair as I nod, humming in silent agreement. “I love you, Y/n. I get that’s the simplest thing you’ve ever heard but you know me, I’m practical, these things happen. So I’ll let you panic for the both of us and for now, I’ll stay calm and later on in the pregnancy, you can calm me down.” He laughs, laying me back down against my cushions, my bottom lip jutted out in a pout, the opposite of his put together smile as his eyes flicker down to my exposed tummy. “It is kind of crazy though, I’ll admit that- how many pregnancy tests did you do before you actually started to believe it?” He asks teasingly, knowing me better than anyone, understanding that, even though the results were in front of my eyes, I didn’t believe it until I got the results back from the blood test.

“Can you just come here and lay with me and like go over everything with me?” I ask quietly, reaching out to him as he grins, moving quickly to slip under the covers with me, his legs intertwining with mine. 

“Does this mean I have to stop smoking weed cuz shit-” I smack his chest playfully, giggles spilling past his lips as I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, loving his arms around me. I missed him over the last few days, happy that I finally got to see him and hold him, not worried about our relationship or if we would even last. But now, after his openness and understanding, maybe to a fault, he’s made all of my worries vanish at once.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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All For You (Pt. 8)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Warning: this is a mature series that includes mentions of drug use/overdose, mental illness, explicit language and mentions of sex.

“Big push,” the doctor encourages from the bottom of Y/N’s hospital bed. Elliot kisses the top of the leg he’s holding. Jules and Rue both have a hand.

Y/N bears down, pushing with gritted teeth.

“You got it baby,” Rue whispers, against Y/N’s ear. “It’s all you.”

Finally.

“It’s a girl!” When the tiny baby is placed on Y/N’s chest no one moves. Their muscles tense, frozen in place. The infant begins to wail, sending Jules into motion.

“You ok?” Jules asks Y/N, gently releasing her hand.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathes.

“I’m gonna take her.” Jules whispers, reaching for the newborn.

Y/N nods.

Elliot hesitates, the thought of letting Y/N go, especially now, feels odd to him. Like she just had his baby. Surely he should hold onto her for a minute, make sure she’s ok.

“Go ahead, dad.” Y/N gives him a tired smile, as she nuzzles against Rue.

He lowers Y/N’s limb onto the bed. Swiping a hand over his eyes, which are suddenly wet from looking at the baby in Jules’ arms. She’s perfect. From the moment Jules touched her she hasn’t made a sound. Wide eyes staring out at the world, at her mother, at him.

Elliot wraps his arms around Jules.

“She’s perfect.” The blonde murmurs.

“Just like you.”

Time passes differently after. After labor and birth and her. Lux.

Lux loves to be held, by Y/N, Rue and Elliot. Especially Jules.

They spend the rest of the day together, the four of them and the newest member of their family.

Eventually Rue and Elliot make their exit, to tend Sawyer and Cameron at home. Being apart never gets easier, they just got used to it; knowing they would be together again.

Jules climbs into the hospital bed that night, at Y/N’s request, facing each other at the edges of the twin size mattress.

Suddenly the bed is moving, pushing them both upwards.

“Jules,” Y/N whispers, as not to wake the baby.

“I didn’t touch anything.”

“Jules, your ass is pressing the button.” Y/N can barely get the words out, she’s laughing too hard.

Jules moves in closer, away from the railing with the control panel, slowing maneuvering the bed back down with her finger. “Sorry.”

“It’s all good.” Y/N nuzzles against the pillow. She can’t wait to go home, back to her own bed. Back to Sawyer and Cameron, back to Rue.

“Are you happy?”

Y/N smiles softly, brushing a stand of blonde hair over Jules shoulder. “Yeah. Are you?”

Jules blinks quickly, her chin trembling.

“Don’t cry.” Did she change her mind?

“I’m just so happy.” Jules assures her. Resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “It still doesn’t feel real, you know? Like I actually get to keep her.”

“She’s yours.”

“I’ll never be able to tell you how thankful I am for everything you’ve done.”

“Jules, you don’t need to thank me.”

“I hope she always looks like you. Then I can have a piece of you with me forever.” Jules tears up a bit at this.

Y/N bats at the traitorous tears escaping from her own eyes. “I’m literally across the street. I’m not going anywhere, we just refinanced.”

“I love you so much,” Jules tells her.

“I love you too.”

“Do you think I’ll be good at this?” Being a mom.

“I think you’re gonna be amazing.”

“I hope so.”

“And if you need me, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll always need you.”

“Fuck,” Y/N sniffles. “Enough. I can’t do this with my hormones right now.”

Jules let’s out a quiet laugh. “Sorry.”

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They leave the hospital together. Elliot carrying Lux out in her carseat. Y/N in the wheelchair she doesn’t actually need, but Rue insists she ride to the parking lot. Love is funny that way.

The first night is long. Lux isn’t used to the bassinet, it’s bigger than her cot at the hospital. Jules and Elliot take turns. Y/N and Rue give them their space.

But Y/N wakes to the sound each time anyway. This time, to her surprise, she finds not Jules or Elliot quietly rocking the newborn, but “Rue?”

“She looks just like you.” Rue murmurs. “That’s what Elliot gets for Cameron.”

Y/N huffs a laugh.

“It’s gonna be interesting. A little piece of you just running around out there.”

“It’s all good things, Rue.”

“I know…I love you.”

“I know,” Y/N assures her, “I love you more.”

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Sleepless nights bleed into early mornings. The hustle of their new life joining their old life is difficult at first, but becomes normal.

It’s not until Lux is three months old that Elliot and Jules begin sleeping at their house again. Leaving only the bassinet behind as a reminder of what had been.

It feels wrong the day Elliot comes to collect it. Like finally closing the worn binding of a book held open to a page for too long.

“Are you ok, baby?” He asks, as Y/N holds open the front door for him.

“I’m ok,” Y/N nods, holding the wooden frame harsher than strictly necessary.

“Do you want me to stay with you until Rue gets home?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “go be with your family, Elliot.”

Elliot sets the bassinet down on the front porch, coming to close the distance between them. “You’re my family too.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I love you and I would be here every second if you let me. I understand that we have boundaries, but Jules and I didn’t set them. We respect them, and we’ll continue to do that. But if you need us here, if you need Lux here-”

“I don’t need Lux here.” Y/N whispers. “I love her, but she’s not mine. And I knew that one day I would have to let her go.”

Elliot takes another step forward, “I’m right across the street if you need me.”

“I know, Elliot.” Y/N forces a smile.

He takes a deep breath in, running a hand over his face. Elliot knows Y/N, what she’s about to do. Allow the pent up emotions to hit her like a tidal wave, all alone while the kids are at school and Rue is at work. She won’t cry for help, even if she gets in too deep. She’ll pick up the pieces before anyone even knows.

“Text me later?”

Y/N leans forward, pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Every night and day for the rest of your life.”

“I’ll take it.” He chuckles.

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“So I guess this is it.” Jules shrugs, standing at the doorway of Elliot’s tiny apartment, that has begun to feel like home.

“But we’ll be back to visit at least once a week and Jules is coming home on semester break.”

“And Christmas.” Rue adds.

“And Christmas,” Jules confirms.

Elliot nods, “I told you guys, I’m good.” And he’s gonna stay that way.

[becca-e-barnes]

Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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