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i-me-mine · 2 years ago

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As time goes by | Chapter 2: Pouring rain

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

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You take some painkillers with a glass of water before leaving your home. You had a hell of a night - your father arrived late hurling insults and breaking things, nightmares plagued your sleep, and when morning came, you were reminded that the fight you had with Eddie was real. But you are hopeful that things will get better. They have to.

Eddie has band practice during the morning, and you have your art club assignment with Jonathan to complete - Walking in the woods helped clear your mind a bit, so you felt a bit better once you arrived at Byer’s house when Joyce was leaving.

“Hey dear, how are you?” Joyce hugged you and then gave you a good look. “Seems that you haven’t slept much; look at those circles in your eyes… ask Jonathan for a cup of coffee. He is in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I have to go; I’m already late… but take care, ok?”

You stepped inside and reached the kitchen, and found Jonathan already eating. He pushes the plate full of cookies to you, “Thank Will for these.” and gets up. “What do you want? Coffee, tea, milk…”.

“Tea would be great, thanks” - Jonathan prepares and gives you the cup when he finally notices you. “You look awful, bunny… what’s going on?”

The pet name warms you a bit. When you were kids, you found Jonathan crying in the woods about a rabbit his father made him kill. He felt so guilty about it that he buried the rabbit and kept coming back to mourn it.

You felt how sad he was and started to make him company during those visits. You were in silence most of the time; not good starting conversations back then, but he didn’t mind as he was not much of a talker too. Finally, after a week, you gave him a drawing of himself holding a bunny. He smiled at you, “Thank you, bunny.”. That was when your friendship solidified, and he never stopped calling you bunny.

Back to the present, you asked him, “Good or bad news first?” trying to smile. “Good first, please.”

“Well, next Friday, I’m going on a date…”. And you could see how Jonathan got excited. “This is awesome, bunny!! Take care, people of Hawkings! A new competitor is coming full force to shake the dating scene of this small city.”

“Ok, no need to be sarcastic, I know I’m throwing Earth out of balance by being asked on a date.” You said, laughing.

“Don’t say that! You are a great girl, and I’m glad that finally someone saw it and asked you out. But hey, what about the bad news?”

“Well, Eddie didn’t get happy as you did... He was so mad that we had a fight, and basically, he said he doesn’t want to speak with me anymore.” Your heart ached a little by remembering the fight.

“That’s because he is an idiot!!”

“He is not!” you replied quickly.

“C’mon, it doesn’t matter if he does not like that you are going out or whom you are dating… it’s your friend that matters the most. You have to stay with her, you stand by her side and support her decisions, even if they are dumb ones, and deep down, you wish that she would change her mind and see that all she needs is right next to her and not with a stupid King of Jocks that worries more about his popular image than about her…”.

“I guess we are not speaking about Eddie anymore, right?” you said with a supportive smile. You know that Jonathan is in love with Nancy and that seeing her with Steve hurts him. And you also know that while Nancy cares a lot about Jonathan, she is so happy to be with Steve finally... Sometimes it is hard to be friends with all of them, but you do your best not to be caught in the drama and to try to support them the best you can.

“I’m sorry, I guess I got lost in my thoughts. Let’s try to get to work, shall we?” you nodded and followed him to his bedroom. You both spent the morning working on your assignment, which consisted of putting side by side your drawings and his photographs, showing the different perspectives of the same things, and detailing the techniques and compositions.

Jonathan cooked lunch for you, and as you were getting ready to return home, he asked you to follow him again to his bedroom. “I know you are sad because of Eddie’s reaction and afraid of what this may mean for you…”.

And then he opened a box with many photos, going through them to find something. So you take the pictures and see photos from colleagues, people in the streets… “You are not taking creepy photos of others without permission again, are you?”

He then picked one of the photos and looked back at you. “No more creepy photos… although you know that photos still help me read people better. But I just wanted to give you this, so you can remember what you have and that it’s greater than just a small fight.” then he hands you a photo.

It’s you and Eddie, sitting next to each other in the park in a middle of a good laughing session as he was tickling you. You wished you could pinpoint exactly when that picture was taken, but a scene like that happened so many times… you both seem so genuinely happy in the photo, like a perfect moment frozen, allowing you to keep it forever. “Thank you.”, you murmured while getting emotional, and then he hugs you. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.”

Back at the trailer park, you decide to talk with Eddie after waving goodbye to Jonathan and holding the photo inside your pocket. You knock at his door, rehearsing inside your head what you will tell him when Wayne opens the door, a confused look crossing his face when he sees that it’s you.

“Hey, kiddo, what happened? Is Eddie ok?” You then match his confusing look. Why was he asking about Eddie?

“I hope so, Wayne. I want to talk to him…”.

“Oh… he said he would be away the whole day, not to wait for him to come home… I thought he was with you.” you give Wayne a small smile and turn around, returning home.

So he would be out today… not mentioning where he went to. Was he avoiding meeting you on purpose? Well, he couldn’t do it forever. So you decide you will chat with him tomorrow at school.

Ok, now you don’t have any doubts that he is doing all he can to avoid you. He was not at your usual meet spot at school, he didn’t come to your locker during the morning to talk, and when you tried to reach him at his, he slammed it shut and hurried to the other side.

You make one last attempt, entering the cafeteria, hoping he will look at you, but he does not. You take your place at the table right in front of Nancy.

“I can’t believe Eddie and Jonathan both found out about your date before I did. I thought that you would tell me first!” She seemed disappointed but still smiled at you, inviting you to tell her more.

“I’m sorry, I would have told you earlier, but I knew you were spending the weekend with Steve…” it was a small lie, you know… but hopefully this would make Nancy feel better.

“Ok, no hard feelings! I want to know all the details, and we have to think what you are going to wear - no way I’m letting you go on a date wearing one of those band tees…” and you both started giggling while Nancy began describing what she believed that would be perfect for you to wear.

Eddie was staring at you at the other side of the cafeteria, thinking, “Sure, she must be all excited telling Wheeler all about Ben and daydreaming about her date.”

“Earth to Eddie! Earth to Eddie! Hey man, are you listening?” - Jeff was poking Eddie, trying to get his attention.

“Sure, man, whatever.” mumbled Eddie.

“You are acting so weird today… and you seem annoyed…” But Eddie had already disconnected from the conversation again, and Jeff got no answers.

You hurried home after your work shift, hoping to be able to talk with Eddie. The sound of loud music blaring through the trailer Eddie lived in made you smile. He was home, and you two could finally talk.

But you knock several times, and he doesn’t answer. You try to reach his bedroom window to get his attention and see him closing the curtains. You can’t believe that he is acting so childish. You could feel the anger rising within you. You were undoubtedly sad that Eddie was ignoring you, but anger made you feel better. You let it wrap around your heart, shielding you from the pain. If Eddie doesn’t want to speak with you, you would also ensure that he cannot.

The end of the week was approaching fast, and Eddie had still not said a single word to you. You don’t even remember staying apart from each other for so long. But you decided not to try to speak with him anymore. He would have to make a move - even if you were dying to have the chance to talk with him again.

“Hey, wait!” You see Jeff coming your way. “What’s up, Jeff? Everything good?”

“Far from good… that’s why I’m coming to ask for help. Eddie is so grumpy this week... none of the boys can take it anymore. What’s going on? Could you talk with him and ask him to be a little less dickhead to us?”

“Eddie is not speaking with me, so I’m afraid I can’t help” So it seems that Eddie is being a pain not only to you.

“Wow, how so? Well, that would explain his shitty attitude this week. Do you think you two can get along before our Hellfire meeting? You know he will give us hell if he is having a hard day.” he was looking at you with puppy eyes that seemed to scream, “Please!”

“I’m busy, so I’m not coming, Jeff.. sorry. But you and the boys will be fine. Have fun!” and you turned around and left before any more questions were asked.

“Oh boy, we are so screwed if these two don’t make amends.”

“You got this.”, you say to yourself while looking in the mirror. Then, you take a deep breath and check again to see if everything is fine. It took you a long time to get your hair in a way you think is minimally acceptable. The lipstick makes your lips look smooth, and the mascara makes your eyes shine (or that’s what Nancy told you).

The jeans look good on you, and your red shirt shows a hint of your collarbone. Red looks good on you, or so Eddie says. But, no, it would be best if you don’t think about Eddie now.

“Where do you think you are going?” You hear the rash voice of your father. “I’m going out.” you reply.

“No, you won’t.” You can see that he is drunk again. You try to avoid him and get closer to the front door, but he starts yelling insults your way. “Father, please…” you beg him, but this only angers him more, and he starts to throw things your way. You do your best to avoid being hit and run out the door.

Adrenaline pumps your veins when you arrive at the arcade, but you take a deep breath, decide to forget about this, and enjoy your night. Ben is already closing the door and opens a smile upon seeing you.

“You look amazing! I’m glad you came.” You are unsure if your cheeks are red because you are blushing or if it’s still from all that has happened. But you smile back and say, “Thank you!”.

You follow Ben to his car and listen to him while he tells you about his week and work day. A booth is already waiting for you when you arrive at the diner. The waitress comes and gives you the menu.

“The beef sandwiches are awesome. You’ll love them.” then you are not sure if this means that you should let him decide what you both will be eating or if you are still free to choose other things. You start to feel silly as you have no idea how to behave, maybe you should have asked Nancy what you had to do.

As you nod, Ben goes ahead and makes the order. You have to admit, he does make an effort to keep the conversation going, and you try to keep up, but it’s hard.

He doesn’t like to read, so he doesn’t know any of the books you love. He really likes sports, but you are not into it, so you try to listen while he details how the championship is going. He is excited to tell you about his last vacation trip to California… and ask you about your favorite one… but you never left Hawkins, so you don’t have anything to tell him, so you keep asking him about his trips. Finally, he starts talking about all the colleges he is applying to, how hard it is to choose where to go… and all you can think is that you are not even sure if you can afford to go to college when you finish High school.

It starts to get very uncomfortable for you, and you are beginning to get desperate. Ben is friendly, but it seems that you have nothing in common. You dreamed about having a nice date, even getting a kiss at the end… and here you are, not even being able to keep a conversation, hands sweaty, wanting to run away. Dates were not supposed to be that hard, were they?

You see the waitress looking at you, and she seems concerned. Does she know how nervous you are? Maybe she also had once a date that was getting weird. She does not say a word, but she goes to the Jukebox and turns it on. You recognize the song, and so does Ben. You both start to hum along; you breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at her, thanking her in your mind for easing things up for you, even if just for a bit. A pouring rain starts.

“I think we should get going. It’s raining a lot, and it’s already late, let me take you home.” If it weren’t raining, you would try to convince him that he didn’t have to give you a ride, but there was no way for you to go home alone in that rain. He paid the bill and walked you to the car. “Where to?”

“I live at Forest Hill.” You say in a low voice. “The trailer park?!” you could sense in his voice that Ben didn’t expect that, but you just nodded, and he murmured, “Ok.”. The ride back was awkward. Quiet. Tense. Ben was not saying anything, and neither were you. You pointed to your house when you entered the trailer park, and Ben stopped the car. You knew that it was crazy of you to wish that, but you wanted Ben to kiss you at that moment. And you were unsure if it was because of him or because you just wanted something good to happen.

“Well, thank you for the night. You are a great friend; I guess I’ll see you around.” Ben said, unlocking the car door. The subtle rejection burned you from the inside. “Sure, thanks, Ben. See you.”

You stepped out of the car, looking for your keys in your bag in front of your door. When you looked back, Ben had already left. “What a great date we had, huh?” you say to yourself while unlocking the door. But when you tried to open it, it opened just a little. “No, God… please, no”. Your father had put the door chain on. So you could not open the door. You tried to knock, but no answer. You hit harder and yelled, calling your father, but it was useless.

You walked a bit and tried to open one of the windows, trying to find a way to enter your home, but it just didn’t work. You walk to the middle of the road, trying to think about your options, but the truth is that you don’t know what to do.

You open a broken smile, thinking about how ironic it was… you were rejected twice… one time by Ben, another by your father, who left you outside on purpose. You were getting soaked. It was too much to handle, and you started to cry, the tears streaming down your face blending perfectly with the raindrops. You are cold, all alone and just want to curl up like a child.

Eddie whips his trailer door open, causing you to startle slightly. He is looking right at you. God, you miss him so much that just seeing him hurts. You keep looking at each other in silence. You then see him raising his arms on his sides, which you interpret as a “What?”, a way of sending you away or complaining because you were there, disturbing everything.

“Third time’s a charm.” you think… it was the 3rd time someone rejected you that night, but nothing hurts more than Eddie’s rejection… because he used to be your safe place. You stand there in your rain-soaked clothes, your arms crossed in front of your chest… because it’s cold, and you are trying to hold together the pieces of your broken heart, you are trying to hold yourself together, but you are already falling apart. You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear.

Eddie keeps staring at his blank notebook. He had fun at Hellfire, but it was not the same without you. And the boys complained again, saying that he was intolerable. Ok, he admits, he was impatient and tense… he had been feeling this way during the whole week. There had been nothing new added onto the pages of that notebook, he just had no inspiration or motivation to do anything being away from you.

You haven’t been gone for long, but it feels like a lifetime for him. He has been sleeping so strangely at night, and he has missed you terribly… but you seemed to be handling things great so he decided not to make a move.

He then heard the sound of a car. He looks out the window and sees you and Ben in the car but turns quickly. “I don’t want to see them kissing.” but his mind is already painting the whole scene for him. He presses his fingers in his eyes as if it would make it go away, but it doesn’t. Then he hears loud noises, and when looking again, he sees you knocking hard on your door. Something is wrong. He knows it.

He hurries to put on pants and a shirt, runs to the living room, and opens the door. He sees you standing there, all soaked, seeming so sad… and all the anger he felt during the last couple of days vanishes. The goodbye, the attempts to avoid you… they mean nothing at all; nothing matters, just you. You are looking at him, but your face does not seem happy to see him. He wonders if maybe you really don’t want anything related to him anymore. He opens his arms in a shy attempt to invite you to hug him, to come back to him… but he sees you crossing your arms around you and closing your eyes.

He doesn’t care if you are going to reject him; he just can’t let you stay there. So he steps out in the rain and runs to you. He is right in front of you, but you are still with your eyes shut. He then asks, “Are you hurt?”

“Are you hurt?” You think you are dreaming. It’s so good to hear his voice again. You ponder the question. Emotionally? You were hurt beyond repair. Physically, no. So you decide to go with the most straightforward answer. But you notice that you cannot articulate the word when you open your mouth to say no.

You open your eyes and stare at Eddie, shocked that he is really there. He looks at you with those chocolate button eyes filled with worry and you notice his face details, his wet curly hair. Was he always this beautiful? Or did you just miss him? You want to say something but can’t find your voice. Dammit.

“I’m taking you home; hold on, ok?” He picks you up in his arms and returns to his trailer. He does it so effortlessly that you feel like flying, You wonder again if you are dreaming. The part of you who was fueled by anger the whole week is screaming inside your head, “So now you care? Don’t pretend that you’re worried about me! Leave me alone as you did all these days!”.

It’s still raining a lot, and you are both so wet, yet you can feel all his warmth, and that other part of you just thinks, “Please, let me enjoy this, even if it’s just for a bit. I need this, I can deal with the pain later.” When he puts you on the couch, you can feel his absence, and you shiver, thinking that it was over too soon. “Let me get some towels for you, be right back.”

Recently you were feeling more like a stranger each time you came home… but Eddie’s trailer…

It was inviting and cozy, just like always. It felt like home more than your own house. Maybe it’s because you have so many happy memories there. Eddie and Wayne, who you consider family, have accepted you into their lives as if you were one of their own. And maybe that’s why it was hard losing all of that while Eddie was giving you the cold shoulder.

“Here, a towel and some of my clothes. You should take a hot shower; I don’t want you to get sick”. You were going to complain, say that it was not needed, but his hand was already on your cheek, a small gesture of affection. “Please, sweetheart…” he said in a softer voice, and you melted. It’s been so long since he demonstrated anything good to you… you were not going to waste it; you would do as he asked.

After the shower, you felt more alive, and things seemed more real. You inhale the scent of the clothes he gave you… they smell like Eddie. You wear them, cloaking your body in their comfort, and then return to the living room. He is relieved to see you back, as he was worried that you would be hiding in the bathroom forever, not wanting to see him. He puts a blanket around your shoulders. “I also need a shower, but I’ll be super quick. Stay here, don’t leave me, please.” You smile, thinking there is nowhere else you would like to be. He smiles back at you while you get more comfortable on the couch.

Eddie is relieved when he comes back and sees that you are waiting for him. There are so many things he would like to tell you. “I missed you so much, I was so stupid, could you forgive me? I was so worried. I care about you so much. Please, never leave me again. Things are not the same without you here, you mean so much to me.” The list goes on…

But when he opens his mouth, he can only say, “Do you want me to make you tea?”. You nod, and he starts preparing. He is worried because you haven’t said anything yet. But you are still here, which gives him peace of mind.

He puts the tea cup in your hand. You are then able to say, “Thank you, Eds… for everything.” Your voice is filled with love and kindness, as he remembered. He is so glad to hear it again. You drink your tea, and he is afraid that now you will want to leave. But you do not move. You are not sure what you should do now.

“Bad night?” he asks. “Bad week, and tonight was even worse.” you reply. He feels guilty he gave you a hard time this week, but he also knew that there was more to it.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You wondered if you wanted to. Yes, you want to talk about it. You want to discuss many other things, but are too tired and have a lot to think about. “Not right now.”, you say with a tired voice.

He may be pushing his luck, but he approaches you and asks, “Is it ok if I hug you?”. You give an awkward laugh and a low “yes.” He goes a step further.

He presses his lips to your forehead and closes his eyes while hugging you. He is devastated to think he hurt you when you did nothing but take care of him since you met him as a kid. Then, he starts to rock you back and forth in his arms, trying to ease the tension you both were feeling.

“Are you feeling ok now?” he asked. You nodded.

“Can I stay here?” you asked, hoping he would say yes, as you had nowhere else to go this night.

“Of course, sweetheart. I think you should get some rest”.

A long conversation about everything that has happened would be necessary, and you know that. But just for today, you would allow yourself to enjoy a quiet and safe night. You will deal with everything tomorrow.

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neonhairspray · 1 year ago

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Down On My Knees To Pray

Author's note: What can I say? I just needed to get this out of my head, because it wouldn't leave me alone. That's what you get while being horny as fuck + thinking about the trip you had at the end of August (which can be felt in this story).

Warnings: Attempt at light smut. Oral (m receiving) and allusion to it (f receiving). Bad punctuation as always.

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There was a certain hunger that she felt.

The one that couldn't be satisfied by anything you could put on a table. Even if you'd put the most exquisite meal a restaurant in this small town could offer you she'd still feel hungry.

On one hand she felt a bit surprised, even ashamed of it. How carnal it was & how urgent everything felt. A light breeze after a short, but heavy spring rain couldn't even help her. People were going about their lives, coming back from work, walking their dogs & she tried to concentrate on it. It did not work so she casted her eyes, full of lust and need, to a man standing by the mirror in this small old fashioned bathroom.

He was slightly crouching, trying to adjust to the mirror that was a bit too low for him. Hairbrush in one hand, trying to tame his luscious curls that were even harder to brush, because they got caught up in the rain while on their way from a grocery store. It wasn't far from the apartment they were staying at during this trip, but enough to soak them wet. Miraculously all the items in the bag were almost untouched by the rain, but they had to change into dry clothes which somehow made them laugh. The whole experience wasn't pleasant yet she was the first one to chuckle once they locked the door. One glance at each other and they were both laughing. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or some kind of thrill, but in a weird way they felt happy.

He was now in his black jeans & red flannel shirt. Unbuttoned & showing off his pale skin, with a freckle here and there & a patch of hair on his chest. To her it was such an appetizing view, something she yearned for right now. To satisfy the hunger that would not leave.

So she closed the door of a small side balcony, closed a squeaky old fashioned blinds & stepped behind him. Long lean hands enveloped his slender torso and a gust of warm air was felt on his back. He couldn't see her since she was a bit smaller, but one blue eye was peeping from the side and looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Did it get too cold? he asked, finally managing to comb his hair without getting a hairbrush stuck somewhere in the middle of the process.

Kind of, yes. she answered, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. But I also got a bit hungry.

Good thing we got focaccia & some mozzarella in that- and he stopped when she stepped in front of him, looking up straight to his eyes. Wordless sentences were pouring from her intense gaze, following the movement of his muddy green orbs that were confused, excited and curious at the same time.

Her warm lips touched his chest, leaving delicate kisses as they went lower. Bony fingers sneaking around his back, going down. Just like her, now licking his skin as her knees were almost touching cold tiles of this small space.

His breathing became irregular, eyes closing shut & barely audible whimpers escaping his mouth. She smiled to herself, licking that small patch of hair just above his belt that was gone in seconds & now her fingers undoing the buttons of his jeans, sliding them down together with his boxers.

Look at me she said. He opened his eyes only to be met with her hungry gaze. Sometimes he wondered if she realized just how powerful it can be, the intensity and clarity of it all. One look was enough & he got it, everything was clear. She saw his pleading eyes trying to maintain the contact and a mischievous laugh left her lips.

God! breathless moan bounced off of the walls. For a non believer he used Gods name too often, but most of the time it was because of her. Like now, when he slid inside her warm mouth. She was slow at first, pumping what she couldn't fit inside with her hand. Applying just the right amount of pressure so his moans would become louder. She loved it, the way this man would be at her mercy, whining unashamedly & being completely vulnerable. All the power in her hands, literally.

Higher Love by Depeche Mode was playing from the bedroom, a playlist that they've made filled with the songs they both love. And how ironic it was, words sung by Dave:

I can taste more than feel

This burning inside is so real

I can almost lay my hands upon

The warm glow that lingers on

As if it wasn't enough her other hand slid all the way up from his thigh and lightly squeezed his balls. Her mouth was getting faster, both of their breaths louder and more erratic. The palm of his hand was flat against the cracked tiles on the wall, fingers trembling in front of his eyes. Blurry vision, one look in the mirror and the view he saw made him glad that the doors were wooden and old, almost soundproof. She would not kneel for anyone, be it Gods or mere mortals. The whole act being a sign of defeat & humiliation yet here she was. That drop of pride now buried deep inside just like he was in her mouth, making her gasp for air. Because there was hunger to be satisfied & a need to see him falling apart. How beautiful he looked in these moments, she thought. Almost on the verge of tears, his emotions on display. Lips parted, body shivering and eyes full of sad beauty & gratefulness alike.

Darling, I don't.... Please. he murmured, barely keeping his eyes open

What? What is that you want? she said, stopping and raising an eyebrow. Her throat was a bit sore, but the hunger she felt before was almost gone. Almost.

Baby,I... Ahhh!! he groaned, voice higher than usual, filling her mouth with warm liquid. He was babbling, still hazzy, repeating her name almost like mantra. She swallowed, licking her lips and smiling to herself. Seeing him like that was like a reward & even the cold tiles under her shaky knees weren't that uncomfortable. It's nothing compared to the satisfaction she got & was able to give him.

The man was getting back to himself, so he got his boxers & pants on, then went down on his knees, just like her, and got his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while, no words exchanged just a kiss here and there until their heartbeats seemed to synchronize.

Kinda cold in there, what do you say? he was the first to break the silence that felt so comfortable & pleasant.

It is... After all it's only the beginning of spring. I guess we should move on to the bedroom? she said looking up to him. He nodded.

Marvelous idea. Let's go! he took her in his arms, carrying to the bedroom bridal style. For a second they both thought about the same thing, but from different perspectives. How would it feel and what it would be like. This was a quick and unexpected thought, none of them knowing that their minds were thinking about the exact scenario. He lowered her on the bed, eyes clouded with admiration which made his hunger much stronger than before. He looked at her, wearing only loose t-shirt that used to belong to him before & a shy smile. The same woman who was caressing his balls & sucking his dick like the most delicious dessert she ever had was now slightly blushing.

Hey, what's wrong? she asked while he was still standing by the edge of the bed. Then he took a hair tie from his back pocket, got his still untamed curls in a bun & rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Her heart began to beat faster.

Nothing. I'm just feeling a bit hungry, you know... his voice was lower & tone more serious than usual. Now she had to grip the bed sheets, body shivering & breathing becoming more and more ragged with every passing second.

He lifted his deft fingers to his lips, licking them and then silently said:

Gripping those sheets already? Darling, I'm just getting started... Open your legs for me, please. I'm starving.

#i'm so glad the man that I loosely based my man male character in this story will never find out about this #or my previous work #just because...#personal #my stories

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immigrant-rob · 1 year ago

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The countdown to our departure from the swamp to the freezer of the world has started. Last week was my last week of work, and Naomi likes to now tease me saying I'm partially retired... So what do retired people do? Travel. When we were deciding where to go for our last trip on this side of the globe, we initially had planned for it to be in Europe. But after checking flight tickets and times, South Africa seemed like the place to go. Maybe the many friends that have recommended it also played a small role.

We arrived in SA on Thursday eve where we picked up our rental car and drove to our guesthouse.

Day 1 we hiked up Table Mountain via the Platteklip Gorge. Upon reaching the table we first hiked to the smallest and flattest peak I have ever seen. From there on we hiked along the ridge, which presented some stunning views of the city below to the cable cart that took us back down. After our hike we drove into town to visit a neighbourhood called Bo Kaap, where many of the houses are bright and colourful. This represents the event when slaves were allowed to buy their own houses and did not have to rent the standardized white houses they lived in before. When getting out of our car a guy approached us and told us he was our "parking attendant" for which a small donation was welcome. Being the poster boy tourist, tall, blond and white he must've seen his chance for which he was greatly rewarded. Because we didn't have any small change on us, he suggested going to the shop across the road to buy him some food. This turned out to be a months worth of peanut butter and oil totalling 8 euros, for what would end up to be a 30 minute parking session. Amsterdam parking tariff isn't that bad after all. Note to self, always carry small change for tipping. At least when we got back to our car the windows had not been smashed, tires not deflated and we could spread the Dutch love for peanut butter.

Day 2 was rainy and misty, so we decided to do our drive around Cape Peninsula that day. First stop was visiting a penguin colony, where we applied our learnings from the day before and tipped the parking attendant the appropriate amount. We continued our journey to Cape of Good Hope, where the rain stopped... and it started to pour. Unfortunately, visibility wasn't great, and the name "good hope" turned out to be false advertising as it only got worse. When leaving the park we ran into a wild zebra, which caught us all by surprise. Didn't zebras only live on the savanna far away from civilization? I was definitely not expecting to see one out here, but a comforting surprise to a day where the pouring had turned into hosing from the sky. On with the drive, we stopped at a local coffee shop in Scarborough where we ate the most delicious sweet potato wedges ever. That fries shop in Sydney Australia has been beaten and we proceeded on our coastal drive up north again. Halfway along we stopped for a hike up Chapmans Peak. Unsurprisingly, the peak was also covered in clouds, so we did half the hike and waited for the bay to clear up while hiding under a bush. Once it cleared up, the view was lovely.

On day 3 we got up at 5am to hike up Lion's Head to see the sunrise over Cape Town. Halfway up the view was clear and the city beautifully lit by all its lights. At the top the clouds rolled in again preventing us from a clear view of the city, but the sunrise was pretty nevertheless. We headed to the botanical gardens where we saw the most special plants so far only seen on National Geographics. We had lunch at the local foodmarket where I had a 500 gram serving of beef ribs from the braai. Lekker! In the eve we made good use of Brandon and Michaela's, our SA friends, Spurs giftcard to endulge ourself over a hearty meal. For me this time a 500 gram T-bone steak. Equally delightful was that we got to watch Arsenal beat Man Utd. 3-1 to send the reds to the right side of the table.

Coming up will be our 5 day roadtrip over the Garden Route, followed by 5 days in Kruger nation park where we DO expect to see zebras. Not too busy packing for our move yet. That will come after this trip.

#south africa #table mountain #lions head #cape town

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brasideios · 1 year ago

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Snippet Sunday

I wanted to share something new this week, because I’m really vibing with what I’m working on (extremely casually) just now. Feeling very chill and enjoying myself.

A tiny bit of background: Titus (Apple-Blossom 🤦‍♀️) appeared as a very complete character out of nowhere in a 2019 thought dump, maybe six pages long. I was just starting to write about Rome at the time, and he was a false start, but I never forgot him.

I started mulling over this false start a couple weeks back, and have begun tinkering with a few small scenes.

So… here’s Titus Lartius. Single dad and dutiful son, who has a lot going on behind the scenes.

The springtime morning was dark and cold. Titus pulled his cloak tight around his shoulders. The sound of rain dripping into the compluvium of his mother’s house was loud in the atrium as he followed Nonius to the front door. He carried a lamp before him, which caught the mosaic into a circle of twinkling stars around his feet. He liked to be awake so early, before anyone else in the house was awake, when it wasn’t so cold at least. Nonius unbarred the door, and opened it, allowing Titus to slip through into the street with muted thanks. Outside, the moon was high in the sky, a fingernail moon on the wane. He adjusted his fur-lined cloak again, tucking his hands into his armpits, and hurried towards home. The nails of his boots were loud on the paving stones, but once he’d reached the main thoroughfare, there were many others like him, huddled against the cold, on their way to a morning salutatio with a servant in tow, their faces pinched in the cold, though some relaxed a little when they saw him, greeting Titus with a respectful bow of the head. Some were his own clients, on their way to his door. ‘Phillipus,’ he said, greeting one of these cheerfully. ‘It’s good to see you. When did you get back from Rome?’ The middle-aged man, reed thin with rheumy eyes, smiled warmly. ‘Just yesterday afternoon. What a to-do there was on the road. Some Capuan, a centurion apparently, had been attacked by bandits, and he’d got together a band of men from the caupona in a nearby town to hunt the thieves down. They were roughing up anyone they met.’ He chuckled, which turned into a cough. It was a moment before he continued, ‘They questioned me and my bodyguard for an eternity, in the pouring rain. I kept saying, do I look like I have the wherewithal to attack a man of thirty-five, in his prime, who’s fought off barbarian hordes?’ Titus laughed along with him. ‘You were fast enough in your time.’ ‘Ha! In my time, but that time’s long past.’ He sobered a little. ‘I think I’m going to take myself off to the shrine of Hygeia, at the thermal baths in the hills next week. This cough, you know, it just will not shift.’ Titus looked at him with concern. ‘You think it’s serious?’ He nodded solemnly. ‘I do; but it’s in the hands of the gods, of course.’

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Oh but I have to add this extra tiny snippet, too, because Titus is a package deal with his son, Quintus :)

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Titus was trying to leave his house, but he was hindered by his son Quintus who, with a fierce scowl on his chubby five-year-old face, had wrapped himself around Titus’ leg. ‘Pater, I want to come too!’ Titus couldn’t quite smother his smile behind his severe frown. ‘Quintus, I don’t have time for this.’ ‘Then take me with you.’ He leant down and scooped up his son into his arms, and held him so they were eye-to-eye. ‘I’m only going to visit your grandmama; I won’t be long, and you don’t really want to sit with her and her boring friends, do you?’ Quintus wrinkled his nose, no doubt thinking of the last time, when he’d been chastised constantly for not sitting still; but he said, ‘I might. Novia gave me cake last time.’ ‘If you stay here, and behave for Anthia, I’ll bring you some cake myself. How does that sound?’ He pursed his small lips and pushed his unruly black curls, much like Titus’ own, out of his eyes impatiently. ‘Alright - if it’s the kind with the almonds in it.’ Titus smiled. ‘I promise.’ He set Quintus back onto the floor. ‘Do we have a deal?’ He held out a hand to his son, who shook it enthusiastically. ‘Deal.’

#snippet sunday #TitusAppleBlossom #Ancient Rome #WIPs #OC Titus #jpdoingwords

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jedi-bird · 10 months ago

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For some reason the rain today reminded me of a school memory that was pretty traumatizing at the time.

Between the ages of 7 and 11, I went to a tiny little religious private school. The largest class I ever had there was 22 total students, the smallest 15 (which was actually two combined grades). Once a month, always on Wednesdays, we had an early release day so the teachers could have a staff meeting and get caught up on grading and whatever other things they needed to do.

I loved those days. Honestly, what kid wouldn't? But what made them special was that my grandma would pick me up and we'd go eat lunch someplace (usually McDonald's), then we'd run errands before going home. I looked forward to it; even though I lived with my grandparents, getting to spend a weekday with them felt magical.

So our monthly Wednesday half day arrives. It's raining. Pouring actually. Noon hits and we're released to go home. Now, not ever kid went home early those days. Some had parents working who couldn't pick them up. Usually the playground attendant would watch them until the meeting was done and then one teacher would stay until the typical end of day release with them. This is important.

So the bell rings and out I go, with my backpack and my wind breaker (because we couldn't afford real rain jackets and these were usually good enough to get us to and from places before getting soaked). I hurry out to where my grandma is usually parked waiting for me.

Only she's not there.

Maybe she's late. Maybe traffic was really bad. She's never not picked me up before. She'll be there.

I say goodbye to my friends who are leaving, slowly getting soaked and starting to shiver because it's cold. A half an hour goes by.

My grandma still isn't there.

I'm starting to cry now. I'm scared. What if something happened to her? What if she wasn't coming? What if no one was coming?

Finally, someone must have told the office that I was still out there. The vice principal came out and told me I had to go back to class. "But I'm waiting for my grandma."

"Well, when she comes she can come to the office and we'll go get you. Now go back to class."

By now I'm sobbing. "But I don't have any lunch!"

One of my classmates is coming out at the time. She hears me and hands me a ticket. "You can use my lunch token!" she said before hopping into her mom's van and leaving.

"See? Wasn't that nice of her? Now go get your lunch from the cafeteria and then get back in class. If you insist on staying out here, I'll have to write you up."

Now, I was the type of kid who never got in trouble, period, let alone at school. This in no way, shape, or form made me feel any better. Still crying my heart out, drenched to the bone, I said, "but I don't know where the cafeteria is."

"Oh that's all right. I'll show you."

The cafeteria at our school was a paid program. You had to pay in advance monthly for the tokens (actually just paper tickets much like raffle ones). This was a private school, so it was already expensive. We couldn't afford to buy into the lunch program there, so my grandma usually packed me a lunch. The reason I didn't have one that day was because she was going to pick me up early. So off we go, the vice principal chatting excitedly as I stumbled along, a weird numbness starting to take over.

"I have one more for you!" she sang as we walked into the tiny kitchen that had no lights on. The woman standing on the other side of the counter just scowled at me. "I've never seen her in my life."

"She's not normally part of the program but she's got a ticket today. Now, get your food and hurry back to class!"

I hand over my ticket, hands shaking. It's freezing in the kitchen.

"This is wet," the lady said in disgust.

"It's raining." I didn't know what else to say.

She kind of huffed, threw some food on a tray and sent me away, watching me suspiciously the whole time.

I'm not crying anymore. I'm too numb for that. I make it back to my classroom, dripping water all over the floor as everyone still there turns to stare at me. "I thought you were going home?" one of my friends asked, not unkindly.

"No one showed up."

He just nodded and went back to playing games with the other kids still there.

I sat at my desk and just kind of stared at the food. It was a hamburger plate. The bun was wet from the rain and had no condiments, but was otherwise okay. The burger had clearly been cooked the week before and reheated; it was a weird combination of burned and damp. The lettuce was still frozen, as were the pickles. The tomato slice was green in places. The tater tots were just wet and smelled funny. I ate a bit of the lettuce and the all the pickles and just sat and cried until the last bell of the day sounded.

What if my grandma still wasn't there? What if she was gone? What if I was all alone. It would take me years to realize that I had some pretty severe abandonment issues and anxiety; this incident should have clued my family in that something was wrong.

My friend walked me out, even offering to let my hold his hand even though we were at that age where cooties were a real concern. I'm not crying but it's a close thing.

And there, waiting in her usual spot, was my grandma's gold thunderbird, the window down so she could wave to me. I ran to the car, climbed inside, and just lost it. I was crying to hard that I couldn't even talk. She tried to calm me down and finally just had to sit and wait for the tears to pass.

"You didn't come. I waited and waited and you weren't here and I was scared!"

"They told me not to come. The office called me and said the early release was canceled. They said they'd give you lunch."

"It was frozen."

I don't know how many times she apologized that afternoon and in the days that followed. I was never mad at her. I was scared and confused and upset that no one had told me that they told her not to come. That they had lied about canceling the day. I couldn't understand why adults would do that. They were supposed to keep us safe, so what was with the lies?

My grandma never missed another early release no matter what they tried to tell her. She got written permission so that I was allowed to call her any time I needed to (I think she knew, deep down, that there was an issue but she didn't have the power to do anything about it). I never trusted anyone in charge at that school after.

And to this day, I still get nervous if someone doesn't show up when they say they would. I make sure my partner has a lunch packed before leaving for work even if they're having a catered lunch that day (because a packed lunch can be saved for later but no lunch is not a good thing). I'm now very much aware of my issues and have work arounds to help mitigate them.

Today's rain brought that all back. I miss my grandma sometimes so much that it hurts. But I'll always remember her quiet rage that day, as well as her telling off the office staff the next day. That woman was quiet but very fierce.

Maybe someday I'll share more stories from that school. There's a lot of them rattling around in my head.

#birdy's family stories #it's weird memory time

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sharlalincoln · 1 year ago

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Lessons From Dad

Today we set out to enjoy a beach day while on vacation at the river. The forecast called for rain at Atlantic Beach until 12 or 1, then cloudy for the afternoon. Determined to get just *ONE* day at the beach before heading back to work, I said "let's just do it. If the rain doesn't stop, we can just go to the aquarium". Halfway there, the rain was coming down fast and hard. Passing through Newport, I thought to myself "do we just need to turn around and go home? This isn't looking good." You know that saying "a rainy day at the beach is better than a sunny day at work"? Nope, I totally disagree. I'd much rather work in the sunshine than be at the beach in the rain. But at that moment, I flashed back to my teenage years, sitting in the back seat of the station wagon as our family traveled to Emerald Isle for one of our typical day trips during the summer. We only lived 90 minutes from the beach, so this was a regular occurrence and one I always looked forward to. Sometimes it would start to sprinkle and even pour on the drive there. I and whichever siblings were along for the ride would start our bellyachin'..."let's just go home! It's raining! It's gonna be nasty at the beach" etc. But Dad, the eternal optimist would retort "Now listen, this is just a little summer shower. It's probably sunny at the beach!" In all those years of daytrips to the beach, I don't remember a single time that we got rained out. So today, I heard his words and felt his optimism and it paid off. We waited out the rain under a picnic shelter at Fort Macon State Park, and it quickly dissipated, making way for an absolutely perfect day. There was a soothing sea breeze, cloud cover to tame the sun's scorching heat, and the water was amazingly calm with gently rolling waves, but big enough to catch with a boogie board or just bob over/through. While lazing in my chair, I watched a man showing his youngsters how to "catch a wave" with his body (bodysurfing). I immediately flashed back to that day in July 1987, one month before I was leaving home to begin my freshman year at NC State University. On that day, my family was at Emerald Isle on one of our typical daytrips, hanging out near the Bogue Inlet Pier as Mom always liked, to make it easier to find her as we came out of the water. Dad LOVED to bodysurf. He also had incredible lung capacity, so much so, that whenever he had to have lung xrays, it took 2 pictures to image both his lungs! And he LOVED to do the "dead man's float", meaning after he caught a wave, he would coast face-down, arms outstretched in front of him, until his body literally washed up on the shore. Us kids couldn't believe he could hold his breath that long. On this particular day, Dad caught a doozy of a wave. One with such power that he was not able to get his arms out in front of him and basically dumped him on his face. He did the dead man's float all the way to shore, but he didn't move when he "landed". My younger brother Brandon recognized something was badly wrong and pulled him out of the water. The details are foggy, but I remember Dad lying on his back (maybe Brandon rolled him over?) and Mom standing over him saying "honey, are you ok?" to which he responded "Doll, (short for Dolly, his pet name for her) I think I broke my neck." He could not move from his neck down, but had lung function. Miraculously, his incredible lung capacity had saved his life as he held his breath and prayed "Lord, I hope I'm ready, because I think this is it". He had suffered a C3-C7 spinal cord "bruising" which he mostly recovered from over the next 3-4 months, leaving him with a slight limp. As I watched the man today catch a wave or 2, I found myself unable to look in his direction any longer, as the memory of that fateful day in 1987 had overwhelmed me. I still love the beach, and even played in the water today, diving into the waves, jumping over them, and just floating in the calm between each swell, but the impact of watching Dad push through his recovery will always be a reminder of his amazing determination and optimism.

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bee0bee · 2 years ago

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New York Pas de Deux part 7

The next morning the rain was pouring. When I reached the entrance Cade was already under the slim ledge which caught the rain. - I can't believe this. - I thought and I took out my red umbrella. - Good morning Miss! - he smiled. - Please, let me hold your umbrella. - he said and took the umbrella from my hand. - Oh, please, it's so awkward. - I protested but eventually let him, because of my kind heart. I didn't want him to get wet. - You didn't mention what do you do? - I broke the silence. - I...uhm...currently I'm unemployed. But previously I worked for my father's carpenter company in Chicago, I learnt photography and I also worked as a package courier. - Diverse. - I said. Finally, we arrived at the cafe. I ordered a macchiato and we sat down in a corner. - I think this is not what you usually order. - he said. - Oh my God! How long have you been watching me?? It's scary, you know. - About a couple of days. - he replied. - Are you...stalking me? - I almost forgot the word. - No. - he laughed flashing me his smile. - I already told you. I want to get to know you. So what's your full name? - Anastazja Wójcik. - I said with the Polish pronunciation. - I'm Polish. - I added. - Wow! That's so far away. - Yeah. - I nodded. I knew what he meant. During the first 2 months, I had extreme homesickness. - So you came here to dance. You seem ambitious. - I came here to study at Juilliard, from the best teachers and yes, I'm ambitious. - I said confidently. - That's why I have to leave now. Thanks for the coffee Cade. Do widzenia! - I said hello in Polish and then walked out the door. My semester exams were approaching so I had to rehearse. I left the university late so I hurried home. I didn't want to run into someone suspicious. Fortunately Cade didn't wait for me either. The next morning someone (I was sure that it was Cade) left a note on my mailbox: Meet me in the Washington Square Park 3PM I couldn't meet him. The day was the main rehearsal, and in addition, we discussed with the others in the afternoon that we would also practice separately. But I couldn't tell to him so I felt a bit guilty because I knew he will wait for me in vain.

As it was planned I left the building quite late. I called my mother to release stress because of the upcoming exams. - I'm sure you will be amazing. - I hope you are right. I worked so hard to catch up with the others. - I said. - I wish I could be there. - she said and turned the subject to Anthony. I said a couple of words and then I saw Cade near my flat so I hung up. - Dobrze mamo. Porozmawiamy. Muszę się teraz rozłączyć. - I said to mom and turned towards Cade. - You don't get my message? - he asked immediately. - Yes, I got it, but the exams are near. I'm busy these days. - I explained. - What now? You'll kidnap me. I have my own life. I thought you made a promise to leave me alone. - I added. - Your exam will be in Oberon's Grove? - Yes. - I nodded. He didn't add anything else. - Okay, then see you another time, Anastazja. - he said and went home with a strange smile on his face.

#new your city #ballerina #polish #badboylovestory #thomas doherty

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years ago

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Lights Out

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluffy, and Smexy. First time writing descriptive smut. 18+, NO MINORS! Fingering(a little), Oral (F! Receiving) Billy accidentally scaring Reader.

Word Count: 3.2k-ish

Summary: The power goes out during a really bad thunderstorm and you’re all alone at home while Billy is off doing field exercises.

A/N: So this is my first time writing smut, its not a lot, just a little taste (taste, hehe) Anyway, I hope it doesn’t suck. I’m really nervous so please be gentle. I have dipped a pinky toe into the smut world before so this I’d say it’s one legs worth this time. 🤣 I also used a couple of lines from Pet Sematary by Stephen King. And I know I said I was taking the month off but…I guess I lied 😆

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The day started out as overcast, the sun peeked in and out from behind the clouds during the early morning hours. Would you need your umbrella today? The forecast said yes but it may not do you any good considering the amount of rain that was supposed to arrive by late afternoon and continue throughout the night.

During the late morning, the sun completely disappeared and the silvery clouds from that morning became smoky, murky, and then it started to sprinkle. Bleak, dark gray clouds rolled in after lunch while you were at work and a deep rumble of thunder sang a continuous melody on your way home.

You didn’t want to get caught in what you heard would be “torrential downpours” so you decided to take an uber back to your apartment after work, plus your boyfriend Billy hated the idea of you walking home alone in the dark and in the rain which is understandable. He texted to make sure you were getting a ride home instead of walking.

Thankfully, you arrived home just in time to watch the sky open up and the rain pour down. With the rain beating down against the glass, you stood close to the window to behold the gloomy city skyline, carefully sipping your hot earl grey tea, and listening to the low rolls of thunder.

Between the rain pattering against the building and hearing the menacing thunder as it got closer and closer, the thunderstorm was very relaxing for you. The ominous early evening sky was suddenly lit up from a bolt of lightning, a deafening boom of thunder shook the building and immediately the apartment went dark.

At dinner the previous night, Billy was telling you about the field exercises he had planned for his team for the next night. He was very excited for it, wide eyed and very vocal, telling you he and Frank were going to teach the new recruits a “thing or two.” He couldn’t contain his excitement, miming with his hands, smiling from ear to ear which in turn made you smile.

Nothing made you happier than when Billy would talk about what he loved and he loved being a marine. The fact that he was able to start his own company to continue what he loved doing meant everything to him.

As CEO of Anvil, Billy Russo worked way too hard but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Most of the time he was the last person to leave the office and then continued to work at home if he needed to. He reminded you that morning he was going to be doing field exercises with his team at a nearby college campus so he would be home late or maybe not at all.

“Remember my love, I have training tonight so I’ll be home really late or I’ll stay with Frankie until the morning.” He said.

You frowned a little as you asked him “We’re supposed to get some severe thunderstorms later, baby. You sure you’re still going to hold your training session?”

You were standing near the coffee maker when he pulled you in close and kissed the top of your head. “Protection details don’t postpone because the weather is bad, love. Besides, it’s good for them to gain experience in all kinds of weather.”

Billy was right so you nodded while continuing to look at the floor. You brought your gaze up to meet his, stared into his dark chocolate like eyes while he cupped your cheeks to bring you in for a kiss.

His freshly sprayed cologne conquered your sense of smell over the coffee aroma that hung in the air. He always smelled so good and knew that particular cologne was your favorite.

“I understand, handsome. Can you blame me for wanting you to come home at a reasonable hour though?” You smiled warmly at him while brushing your thumbs over his beard.

He smiled back and kissed the heel of your hand. “I’ll try, baby. But you know I can’t promise anything.”

“As long as you try, Mr. Russo—that’s all I ask.” You brought him in closer for another kiss, his lips were firm and his tongue begged to dance with yours.

You couldn’t tell which was harder, the kitchen counter Billy had you pinned against or him. His long, steady fingers roamed from your shoulders down to your hips and he reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt.

“Is this a new skirt, sweet girl?” His voice was smooth and sexy. “Can I see what it looks like crumpled up on the kitchen floor?” Billy whispered in your ear then gently nibbled on your ear lobe and peppered kisses down your neck. Pulling down the zipper of your skirt, you felt his cock twitch in his suit pants as he let your skirt fall to the floor, your black silk dress shirt dropped to cover your ass and the tops of your legs.

He licked his bottom lip as he eyed you up and down, looking at your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your shirt. The look he had in his eyes was primal, you felt the warmth rise to your cheeks and the ache between your thighs was growing hungry for him.

”Billy…” you softly moaned as he continued to kiss your neck. “We’re both going to be late for work if you keep this up.”

He slowly pulled away from you and with all of his Billy Russo charm said “Well it looks like you’re going to be late, baby. I own my company and I can go in whenever I want.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew that as soon as he smiled at you there was no turning away, there was no just going about your day like nothing happened, there was no denying him. You always succumbed to his charms, you always gave in—Billy just had that effect on you, every single time.

You never told him “no,” you never wanted to tell him “no,” and you didn’t tell him “no” when he started to unbutton your blouse. After undoing the last button, he unhurriedly pushed your shirt off of your shoulders, it fell to the floor landing on top of your skirt, and you were standing before him in nothing but a black lace bra and panties set.

“Is this new too?” Billy asked, with a sly smirk, lightly rubbing the lace on the cup in between his fingers, and grazing the top of your breast.

“Do you like it?” You asked while looking up at him through your long lashes. “Oh you DO like it, don’t you my love.” You said, palming him through his pants.

You didn’t know it was possible but at that very moment, Billy’s eyes were the darkest you’ve ever seen them. They were full of desire as his hands migrated from your shoulders to the wet spot on your panties, still never taking his gaze off of you.

“This all for me, sweet girl?” He asked as his smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He knows exactly what his smile does to you.

“It’s always for you, Billy.” You purred in his ear.

Suddenly, his hands were under your ass as he lifted you off of the floor and laid you on your back on the kitchen counter, placing kisses on your stomach down to your inner thighs. Countless goosebumps spread across your skin as you bit down on your bottom lip while watching him hungrily attack your body like a wild animal, nipping the skin as he made his way down to your core.

Billy firmly gripped the front of your panties to move them to the side, you’ve lost count of how many pairs he’s ripped during your relationship. “Billy Russo, don’t you DARE rip my new underwear!”

Your tone quickly changed as he parted your folds, one finger then two slipped inside, he moved them almost rhythmically, causing you to arch your back off of the counter. Soft moans escaped your lips and now every cell in your body was awake and turned on.

“You’re dripping, baby.” He said as his thumb moved in circles when he found your clit, your moans a little louder, whispers of his name from your mouth turned him on more, they were music to his ears, and suddenly he was on his knees in front of you, one of your legs draped over his shoulder.

The flutters inside your body began to build like small waves crashing against the shore, as his tongue moved in and out of you with long, eager strokes, his other hand on your stomach to try to keep you flush with the counter.

“Billy…” You whimpered.

You could feel him smile against your thighs as he said “You’re close aren’t you, love. Just cum for me, baby.” The tone of his voice was hypnotic and smooth like honey.

The waves within your body were moving faster now, getting bigger and bigger as your orgasm approached, you shuttered and cried out his name as he hummed against your core and lapped up every drop of your release. Surely, your neighbors must have heard, you weren’t exactly trying to be quiet.

“Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.” You said softly with a shy smile on your face, your eyes were still closed as you slowly came down from your high.

As you opened your eyes, Billy stood up slowly and hovered over you, his beard glistened in the dim kitchen lights, his perfectly styled hair wasn’t so perfect anymore after tugging on it while he pulled moan after moan out of you, and you sat up on your elbows with your legs still quaking from the tongue fucking he just gave you.

You watched Billy wipe what was left of you off of his chin and he leaned down to kiss you. Clasping your hands around his neck, he pulled you up to a sitting position, still kissing you, and running his fingers through your hair. This man couldn’t get enough of you.

“Was it worth it, sweet girl?” Billy asked while pressing his forehead to yours.

You raked your fingers through his hair, trying to fix what you messed up and said to him “You’re always worth it, handsome. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Get dressed and I’ll drive you to work.” He said with a wink and a smile.

Billy pulled up to the curb, and he lightly grabbed your hand to kiss it as you were trying to get out of the car. “Have a great day, beautiful. Thank you for breakfast.” He flashed you a wicked smile and immediately you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile back.

“Have fun with your training session tonight, my love. And be careful, there is supposed to be lightning.” You leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and exited the car. He waved as you watched him drive away. No one would be able to wipe the smile off your face today.

Sitting in the dark, you’d catch yourself daydreaming about earlier that morning but you were suddenly snapped back to reality when heard the rumbles of thunder that continued to sound like they were right on top of the building.

You realized the power probably wasn’t coming back any time soon because the entire block was out so you pulled out the candles and the flashlights but noticed that your phone battery was very low and of course when you need it most, your portable charger was dead because you had used it a few days before.

But what if Billy needed to get in touch with you? You reminded yourself that he was busy with work and more than likely you wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.

Since your stove used gas, you were able to cook up a little something for dinner by candlelight. A romantic dinner for one of bacon and eggs. Candles burned bright in every room of the apartment and after cleaning up dinner, you decided to change into comfortable clothes and try to read your book.

You smiled a little when you attached your book light to the book you were reading. You remembered when Billy came home from work one day with it among his papers. As you were clearing the table for dinner, you noticed it resting on top of the pile of paper work.

“Billy, do you mind if I move your papers to the counter? Dinner is almost ready.” You said.

He looked over at you and pointed at the light. “Sure baby—actually, that light on top of all that work shit is for you. I know you like to read sometimes when you can’t sleep but you’re afraid of waking me up with the light on the night stand so I saw that and thought you might like it. Now you don’t have to worry about the light waking me up.”

That was the first time in a long time someone had said to you “I saw this and thought you might like it.” It almost brought tears to your eyes and you felt the butterflies in your stomach while looking at him, speechless. You walked over to where Billy was sitting and bent down to kiss him passionately.

“Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” He asked.

Warmth spread across your face and your cheeks were flushed as you replied. “Just for…thinking of me.”

Without missing a beat, he told you “I’m always thinking of you, beautiful.”

Another clap of thunder erupted over head followed by a bright flash of lightning as you set your book and the light on the bed while you went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

You thought you might as well read in bed since Billy wasn’t home and there wasn’t really anything to do with the power being out, so you snuffed out all the candles and brought the flashlight into the bedroom with you for a little extra light.

Maybe Pet Sematary was the wrong book choice for tonight.

“Don’t go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.”

Rain continued to tap against the windows loudly with vigor and force, the thunder felt like it was inside the room, it was exceptionally loud as the walls continued to shake each time the sky expressed its anger.

The rain and thunder were loud enough to drown out any noises inside the apartment and you were so involved with your book that you didn’t even hear Billy come home.

“And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.”

He assumed you were just sleeping so he was trying to be as quiet as possible, Billy was very light on his feet. He managed to remove his boots, his jacket, and put down a full bag of gear without making a sound and then headed for the bedroom.

It almost felt like you were inside the book, completely hypnotized by its contents, you continued to read until you heard the door creak open, you screamed and threw the flashlight in the direction of the door. The figure dressed in black dodged the flashlight and it hit the wall with a crash.

“Y/N!! Whoa!! What the hell?!! Baby, it’s just me!!” Billy said slightly terrified you might throw something else at him.

Your stomach dropped and the hair on the back of your neck was standing straight up. “BILLY?! I’m so, so sorry—I just…I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I can see that! I thought you’d be sleeping. You scared the shit outta me.” He stated through shallow breaths.

“Oh I scared the shit outta YOU?!!” You said sarcastically. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were going to stay at Frank’s tonight?” You said with a confused tone.

He had a sarcastic response of his own. “Thank you baby, I feel so loved right now.”

You rolled your eyes. There was something wrong with your relationship if a day went by that wasn’t filled with sarcasm and eye rolling. “You know what I mean, Russo.” You narrowed your eyes at him and folded your arms across your chest.

“Well I was going to stay at Frankie’s but when you didn’t answer my texts, I thought something was wrong and then I found out the power was out so I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” He said calmly after finally catching his breath.

You unfolded your arms and sank back down onto the bed as your expression softened. “Oh Billy, I’m sorry. My phone died, my portable charger was drained from the other day and since I thought you were staying at Frank’s, I figured I would just talk to you in the morning.”

The flashlight that you hurled across the room was still on and the light from the floor was just bright enough for you to be able to see the smile on Billy’s face. That charming Billy Russo smile that made your knees weak and your heart skip a beat, that smile that you just couldn’t say no to.

“So you’re happy to see me, sweet girl?” His eyes, dark as the night sky, staring at you like he hasn’t seen you in a week.

“You know the answer to that, handsome.” You said as a smile spread across your face. “Can you come over here and kiss me now?”

“I thought you’d never ask, baby.” And just as fast as you asked him, his lips were on yours. They were cold from being outside, his hair was still wet, as well as his clothes, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was he was home with you tonight.

Billy pulled away to pick up the book you were reading. “Pet Sematary—shit, no wonder you freaked the fuck out when I opened the door. You probably woke the neighbors.” He rested his forehead against yours then kissed the tip of your nose.

You snaked your arms around his neck. “Ya know—I can think of another way we can wake the neighbors.” You said biting down on your lower lip, staring at his handsome face. “You have to get out of those wet clothes anyway.”

He slowly moved his hand from your waist, to the front of your sleep shorts. From the wet spot on the front, clearly you weren’t wearing any panties. “Looks like I’m not the only one who has wet clothes to take off.” He whispered.

His light touch sent shivers down your spine as he started to untie your shorts, kissing you, while you started to lean back against the pillows. Billy always made you feel wanted and loved, he showered you with affection like no one ever has before and you did the same for him.

Every storm eventually runs out of rain and the storm that had been Billy Russo’s life had finally stopped beating down on him the day you walked into it. You were his sunshine behind the clouds, his shelter from the rain and he would do anything and everything to make sure he was never caught out in the storm without his umbrella again.

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iambilliejeanok · 3 years ago

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Itachi Uchiha takes care of his sick s/o who unfortunately caught a really bad cold during their mission together. Fortunately for her though, Itachi is there to take care of his baby until they get back home and Kisame is more than happy to attend to his close partners need too. (*proceeds to cry in loneliness *)

Warnings: 18+ shit man I had to come back up here and change the entire fluff message because I got horny and now it’s no longer just fluff. I tried my best sorry. There is still a toooon of fluffy lovey dovey content, Kissing, nsfw and dirty smut and slight ddlg That’s all🙂

@sleeepy-zeepy here’s one for us and our undying love for Kisame and @mangekyoitachi there’s enough Itachi for all of us to bus a nut for☺️☺️

Rain poured outside of the hotel you slept in. The hard pitter pattering on the window made you feel very uncomfortable, which was unusual because the rain usually eases your nerves, helping you fall asleep faster. Tonight however, you wouldn’t stop squirming in bed, your body feeling a little cold as you snuggled further into your lover. “Go to sleep baby”, Itachi sleepily mumbled, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Itachi already turned the heat up in your little hotel room and he made sure to get extra blankets for you tonight, but you still shivered beside him. He lazily pulled your shirt off, your pants coming off too as you tossed under the covers, making the job a little more trickier for him. Smiling, he placed a little peck on your cheek, whispering in your ear to ease you,

“Hey y/n, just lay still, I’ll take care of the rest”, he said, attempting to pull your pant off of your clammy skin.

“Noooo!”, you whined, kicking and shoving him away with your eyes closed, the intense tingly sensation flowing through your body making you feel very agitated.

“We have to get these off of you”, he said, almost forcefully holding you still so he could get this over and done with. Itachi just knew you were coming down with a fever the moment you stepped into the hotel. The pouring rain outside having drenched you, himself as well as Kisame, but they felt fine and you were a little uncomfortable.

After washing you down in a nice hot shower he finally managed to get you in bed, and now he had to take your pajama’s off so you didn’t heat up in the night. He also thought that having your skin pressed against his would help with your shivering and constant tossing.

When he held you tight, that seemed to do the trick, the heat of his body on yours feeling amazing and the skin on skin contact fired up your blood so it traveled through your body in waves of heat. Breathing out into his chest, you had first felt the warmth spreading across both of your feet, the pleasurable heat traveling upwards until you body lay still and you began to drift in and out of a much needed sleep. Eventually you’d fallen asleep, staying tucked right under Itachi’s hold until the bright morning sun shone through the misted window, the heat from the room plus the cold outside having steamed up the window well enough that the sun didn’t feel so harsh penetrating the room you two were cuddled up in.

“Is sleepy head finally awake?”, you heard the soothing deep voice above you ask. With a quick whine you buried your face into his neck, finding a better position while trying to get the covers on top of you, whining a little louder when you failed. Chuckling, Itachi helped cover you up, the vibrations of his chest soothing you back into a deep sleep while his arms wrapped around you under the covers. “There you go”, he whispered, deeply inhaling the natural scent of your skin before slightly dozing off again. You were just so exhausted, the extra sleep you snuck in confirming Itachi’s thoughts that you were definitely getting sick. He didn’t mind sleeping in with you this morning, knowing that some cozy cuddles would help get you through this much quicker and easier. He had already told Kisame that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their room today, seeing that you were a little grumpy when they walked in the hotel last night.

Kisame had woken up in the early hours of the morning, when you and Itachi were still fast asleep, getting a good workout in before he took a shower and sat in his bed to read a book, assuming that there would be a knock on his door if ever you two were ready to go back out.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, straining his neck to look over at the time. It read 12:45pm. When was the last time he slept in until noon? Carefully, he unwrapped your warm and sticky self off of him, gently brining the covers back over you before he sat up on the bed, the feel of soft cotton on his bare feet very refreshing as he stretched and yawned. A shower and probably ordering some breakfast would wake you up. Maybe you’d have to skip a shower this morning and just have breakfast.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun almost blinding you before you quickly covered yourself with the blanket. A big yawn followed by a stretch helped you wake up a little, the bed very warm and so was the room, your foot sticking out the side of the covers to test the temperature. Your throat hurt so much that even yawning was uncomfortable and you just knew that you were sick. The thought of the ongoing mission you’d have to take on today made you whine, the aches in your body bringing tears to your eyes. You could not possibly continue with your mission in this wet and cold weather. The yucky feeling washing over you enough to make you feel nauseas.

Your body automatically jumped out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom just in time for you to heave all the contents of your stomach out, which was mostly green tea and rice from the night before.

You couldn’t hear the door open and then shut as you still heaved over the toilet, fighting for a breath of air as your body continued to heave air over the toilet. A slightly cold hand ran down your back, another one flat against your forehead as your body finally allowed you to breathe again. “Not feeling too good today love?”, Itachi stated, wiping the wetness on your mouth with some tissues before flushing everything away. “Come here”, he said, easily scooping you in his arms to carry you to bed. “You’re very warm baby”, he said, your half naked body heating his clothed one up as he held you against him. Snuggling into his shirt, you appreciated the coolness his clothes brought against your skin from being outside the warm room.

A knock sounded at the door, Itachi quickly placing you under the covers to go and answer it. It was probably Kisame. His very close and trusted partner. “Kisame”, Itachi greeted, leaving the door open for him to enter while Itachi walked away to turn down the heat. “It’s way too hot in here Itachi”, the shark man groaned, closing the door behind him. “So she’s sick?” he asked, seeing you tossing a little under the heavy blankets. “Very”, Itachi replied, “I don’t think we should head out until she’s better. It’s just not going to work out until she’s in her right mind again”.

“I figured”, shark man replied, walking over to stand beside your bed. “Hey”, he awkwardly greeted. Noticing the bare skin of your shoulders be thought it be best he left now. At least until you were dressed. As he turned around to leave your warm hand caught his colder one, the coolness never fading away as your clammy hand remained in his large cold one. “Kisame, hey”, you whispered, your breasts now fully exposed from reaching out for his hand. Kisame felt his cheeks warm up at the lovely sight, quickly turning his head away in respect of yours and Itachi’s privacy.

“Uhm…y/n”, Kisame cleared his throat, looking over at Itachi for help, but his friend was too busy working on breakfast in the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kisa?”, came your raspy voice. “Well, your…uhm, your breasts”, Kisame answered, trying to look at everything but the voluptuous mounds on your chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand while the index and middle finger of his other hand were held by your loose and warm grip. “Oh sorry”, you said, letting go of his hand to snuggle further under the blankets. With a friendly huff he took a step back, turning around to walk toward the kitchen and talk to his friend, breathing in deep to ease the nerves you just spiked up.

“Kisame!”, your voice cracking at the end, a little cough escaping at your attempt to raise your voice. Shark man immediately turned on his heels, looking over at you in surprise. He was well aware of how needy and clingy you were, that was your natural personality and he kind of liked that about you. Sometimes your hugs and cheek kisses made him feel a little bit better, having you around was wholesome. He was glad you were with Itachi. The two of you were friends he never thought he’d be able to have. People that he was worried he could actually trust.

“Yes y/n…you okay?”, he asked, fully turning to face you, drowning in the comfort of your bed. Sharp white teeth peaked through his mouth when he saw your hand come out the blankets in search for his. Taking a few steps closer, he finally held your warm hand, his large one completely engulfing your own. The coolness you felt radiate from him was kind of nice and he could say the same about the warmth from your hand.

“You’re very warm y/n”, he said, running his thumb over your wrist, you wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing, smiling up at him when you responded, “Its freezing out there”. A light chuckle left his lips, “Y/n it’s ninety degrees in here , you can’t possibly still be co-”, he began to say, but his words were cut off when you casually sat up in the bed, stretching with your arm out wide before dropping it to the covers. He stood frozen in place, your hand still holding on to his. “Itachi!”, Kisame called, very loud, unable to handle the sight of your bare chest before him, your nipples a little perky from the slight change in temperature between the covers and the air around you.

“Kisame?”, Itachi responded, leaning against the door frame, “What?”, he asked, completely unphased by his half naked girlfriend holding onto his most trusted friend’s hand. Kisame looked a little confused, cocking his head in your direction while maintaining eye contact with him. A bead of sweat fell down the side of his forehead and it was not because the room was warm. “Can you get her a fucking shirt?” , Kisame finally spat out, unable to control the growing erection in his pants. “Sure”, was all Itachi said, grabbing one of his shirts from a bag pack and tossing it over at Kisame. “I have to make sure the soup doesn’t burn”, he said, hurrying to the kitchen, Kisames eyes widening in disbelief as he watched his friend disappear into the other room.

Swallowing he looked over at you and you looked right back at him, letting go of his hand to put both your arms up, your actions further exposing the shape and swell of your breasts. “What?”, Kisame asked, having long given up on not staring at your breasts, your dark and pretty brown areolae sweetly surrounding your brown nipples. Maybe they taste just as good as they loo- “Kisa?”, you called, distracting him from his heated thoughts as his eyes shot right back to yours. “Oh sorry uh, what’s up?”, he stuttered, fighting for his life trying not to stare again. “I’m ready for the shirt”, you said, lifting your arms up again. “Oh…o-okay”, he said a little confused. “Here”, he handed the shirt to you. “Please put it on for me?”, you sweetly asked, looking right into his eyes. How could he possibly say no to you. There was something so gentle about you that made him feel like he was crazy for not thinking of putting it on for you himself and for just a young second he almost understood the relationship between you and Itachi. Why you were so affectionate towards one another. It felt nice to be needed, even if it was in the smallest ways, like putting your shirt on for you.

“There”, he said, standing back so you could pull it down and fix it to your liking. “Thank you”, you yawned, lifting your arms up and making grabby hands. His eyebrows furrowed again, what’s this supposed to mean? “Pick her up”, Itachi said, bringing the breakfast into the room and placing it on the little wooden table not too far from the window. Kisame spun on his feet to look over at Itachi. This was weird. How was Itachi okay with any of this? This was his significant other. His lover. Partner. Literally his world and he was just letting him join it? “Uh, Itachi?”, he asked, now very confused. “I just saw your woman naked and now you want me to pick her up?”, he bluntly stated, unable to hold back the confusion any longer. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that”. Itachi sighed out loud enough, walking towards his friend. “Kisame, I thought we were partners?” Itachi asked.

“Yes we are”, shark man responded.

“And so is Y/N?”, Itachi asked again.

“Yes of course”.

“Then I want you to love and take care of her like you do for me. We’re all partners here and we should all take care of each other and trust one another. It also makes me quite happy that Y/N trusts you enough to ask for your care. That’s not something she takes lightly with just anyone….she’s sick and she needs both of us for a speedy recovery”,Itachi said, turning on his heels and walking away to go get another tray of food.

“Like she’s my girlfriend too?”, Kisame asked, a short huff leaving his mouth, finding the situation so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but be amused, but Itachi’s next words completely threw him off guard.

“Yes. You’re more than welcome to have her as your lover. She has more than enough love to give the both of us”.

“Wha-”

“Kisaaa, pick me up”, you whined, running out of patience as you waited for the two men to finish conversing.

“Go ahead, and come eat breakfast. She’s also really soft…unless you do-”, Itachi said but was cut off by the loud squeal that came of your mouth.

Kisame quickly placed both his large hands under your armpits and lifted you off the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his bulky waist and your arms wrapping around his neck, a small satisfied smile on your lips as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Itachi was totally right. You were extremely soft. Your breasts squishing against the muscular expanse of his chest, the warmth radiating from your body covering him like a blanket. The thighs that wrapped tightly around him and the way you snuggled into him made him feel tingly inside. Warm. You actually wanted him?

Obviously this wasn’t the first time Kisame had been with another woman, but it was surely the first time he’d experience affection on this level. The way you hugged him and clung to him like you’d normally do to Itachi made him feel needed, automatically making him wrap his arms around you and hold you closer to him, inhaling the natural scent of your skin.

“She needs to eat”, Itachi said from across the room, sitting down on the cushion closest to the wall. Kisame felt so relaxed as you held onto him, finally understanding why you and Itachi babied one another so much. He felt like he was melting, enjoying this so much that Itachi’s voice nearly startled him.

“Here eat”, Itachi said, bringing up the renge with hot soup to his mouth to blow before bringing it to your mouth. “Baby”, Itachi nudged you, smiling because you were falling asleep as you snuggled into his arm. “Huh?”, you said, your eyes barely open, trying to get yourself together and failing because of how awful you felt. “Come here”, Itachi mused, pulling you to sit in the little space between his legs so he could feed you better.

Kisame smiled at the two of you, his heart warming at the love Itachi was showing you, wondering if he could ever give that or receive that with you while he ate his food too.

After breakfast Itachi cleaned up, giving Kisame a chance to take care of you too. This was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond better…on a more emotional sense.

Kisame scooped you up from Itachi’s arms and placed you back in bed, your throat feeling much better from the soup you ate. You probably wouldn’t stay sick for more than two days with how well Itachi took care of you.

As Kisame was about to turn away after tucking you in, he felt your fingers close on his index and middle finger again, making him turn around to look at you. “Stay”, you sleepily said, weakly pulling him closer to you. As much as Kisame like the idea of cuddling with you, it was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to this.

Pulling the covers down, he crawled in to lay beside you, surprised at how quickly you managed to wrap yourself around him, almost laying on him like he was the damn bed. The minute you got comfortable you passed out, your steady breaths on his neck telling him that. With a sigh he pulled the blankets over you, relaxing into the soft mattress as his hands gently ran over your back.

This was nice he thought, his hand accidentally grazing your ass while he caressed you. He didn’t mean to, it’s just that because he was such a giant, you were quite small to him and your waist sat a little further above his waist, making it quite easy for him accidentally bump into your ass when he forgot that you weren’t covering his entire abdomen. Great. There goes the erection again.

He tried to calm himself down, opting to simply wrap one hand around you and place the other under his head, slowly dozing off, lulled by your slumber.

Kisame woke up with a light jolt, totally having let his guard down and succumbed to a slumber he didn’t even remember he enjoyed as much as this. How long was he asleep for? He could smell your scent all over him, realizing that his head was wrapped by your arm , your hand running through his hair while the other lightly scratched his back. If you were trying to kill him he would’ve of considered himself dead a very long time ago because your touch just made him so weak. That’s probably why he slept for so long. “I think he’s awake”, he heard you say, lifting his head up to look at you, his cheeks heating up at the realization that his face was buried right between your breasts. “Oh I’m sorry”, he said, quickly jerking back. “It’s okay”, you chuckled, “Someone was a little more tired than I was”, you chuckled again, your usual character coming back a little. That soup and some rest must of done the trick he thought to himself. “Kisame, glad you could catch up on rest”, Itachi said, right behind you, his hand reaching under the shirt he let you wear and slowly traveling up. He did that so casually, shuffling closer to you and pushing his knee between your thigh, the long and sweet kisses he placed on your neck making Kisame feel rather uncomfortable. Why was Itachi doing this right in front of him.

A feint sigh left your lips at the small roll of Itachi hips against your ass, his hand obviously cupping your breast under the shirt you wore, a tug of your nipple making you softly moan. Itachi continued to kiss your neck, softly sucking as he went along, getting closer and closer to your lips.

Kisame wanted to leave. He would’ve left long time ago if it hadn’t been for the way you held eye contact with him while Itachi fondled you, your hand lightly running along his beefy arm, while the other now intertwined with Itachi’s, gently gripping his arm when Itachi pinched your nipple harder.

Kisame was already rock hard, his erection forming an obvious tent in his pants. What the hell were you doing to him? Fuck y/n.

As Kisame contemplated his next move, Itachi’s hand slipped out from your shirt and reached out for Kisame’s. The shark man swallowed, a little nervous of where this was going. He had to admit to himself that the two of you made him feel very shy. You were just so beautiful, so soft and you smelled so good. He’d never been with a woman this intimately and the fact that his friend was inviting him into the world he was living in made him blush.

“You’re more than welcome to back out at any point”, Itachi said, breaking his mouth away from your skin to speak, leading his hand to your lower tummy. “Do you want to see her breasts?”, Itachi asked, Kisame almost choking on his spit, upset with himself for being so awkward. He’s made a mess of plenty of woman in his lifetime, quite easily, bringing them to a whiny ball of tears each time. He was natural at pleasing women, he actually craved for it sometimes. He craved to feel nails clawing his back and the clear liquid coating his face. He craved the way it smelled and the way it tasted, the sounds they made. He desired all of it but here and now he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you. What if he couldn’t please you how you wanted? Even if he asked…you were so gentle in everything you did and he was worried he would be too rough for you. Maybe a little aggressive. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

“Kisame it’s okay. Princess, be a good girl and get on your knees so our friend can help you out of your shirt”, Itachi spoke, noticing the hesitance in his friends eyes.

“Yes daddy”, you replied, already in sub space, getting to your knees with both men helping you, also now on their knees. Itachi behind you and Kisame in front of you.

Daddy? Kisame wondered, his dick twitching at how you easily obeyed your lover, the word coming out of your mouth in such a seductive manner, never breaking eye contact with Kisame.

Lifting up your hands, Kisame lifted up your shirt too, gulping at the wonderful sight of your breasts once again, before looking back up at your beautiful face. Itachi’s hands traced down your sides, gently cupping each mound and squeezing them, making Kisame swallow some more.

“My Princess is quite sensitive”, Itachi spoke, lightly pinching your nipple, Kisame witnessing the way your lips parted and your back arched a little, Itachi pulling you a little closer to him, he’s knees on either side of you as he dove in to kiss your neck, pulling out more soft whines and whimpers, Kisame nearly panting at how your body reacted, squirming in Itachi’s hold as he sucked and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. The sounds you made would even bring a man like him to his knees, your back arching and your hands clawing at Itachi’s hands as he got rougher, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to whine out in frustration, your hips grinding the air for relief, your eyes barely managing to stay opened as you kept contact with Kisame.

“Would you like to try?”, Itachi asked, looking at Kisame with a hopeful look, watching him desperately nod.

Itachi smiled, “ Princess”, he called, “Yes daddy?”, you answered,

“Do you want Kisame to touch you too?”.

“Yes daddy”, you moaned, enjoying the way he still pinch and pulled at your sensitive nips.

A loud smack sounded, followed by a sharp gasp, Itachi having slapped your breast quite hard. “Whatever happened to your manners sweetie?”, he asked, lightly smacking the same breast again, Kisame deeply appreciating the way it bounced at the impact. Your hips jerked forward in hot want.

“I’m sorry daddy”, you apologized, your voice a little whiny. Such a good girl, Kisame thought, his heart beating like drum at how easily Itachi handled you, excited with how well you reacted. Was he allowed to spank you too? Was he allowed to punish you? To deny you? Make you beg and cry? No. It was all too soon he thought. He would definitely scare you away. Little does he know…

“Try that again”, Itachi spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“Kisaaa”, you called, the way you said his name convincing enough, that it already sounded like you were begging. “Please will you touch me too”, you asked, and that was enough for him.

A soft sigh left your lips when his cool hands made contact with your hot skin, gently kneading them before squeezing, his eyes only breaking away from yours to watch how your breasts filled his palms, loving the weight of them in his hands.

“Don’t be afraid to play with her. She’s a very good girl”, Itachi spoke, taking your mouth into his in a searing hot kiss, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling it back into his mouth when you tried to latch onto it, making you whine out in frustration. Kisame decided to test the waters, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers. Lightly jolting at the sudden pain you moaned, the smell of your arousal now clouding Kisames head, bringing out the inner shark in him. He didn’t want to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how else to be. He figured he’d just embrace who he really was like you always told him to, hungrily latching onto your nipple, immediately sucking and nipping, his sharp teeth introducing a sensation totally different from Itachi’s. It was way more intense and stung much more too, the pain drenching your black, cotton undies with your want. Itachi swallowed all your moans, holding your hips down toward him so you’d stop squirming and Kisame could enjoy himself in peace.

“Baby, does that feel good?”, Itachi asked, only centimeters away from your lips, your eyes lazily looking into his red ones.

“Yes, so good”, you breathed, your seductive voice forcing a low growl from Kisame, causing your hips to jerk forward too, Itachi immediately slamming them back to him.

He found your lips again, finally allowing you to suck on his tongue, your teeth accidentally grazing it as you tried to take the delicious pain Kisame inflicted on your breasts.

When Itachi noticed you were parting from him his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, now tongue fucking your pretty mouth, enjoying the way you sucked on it.

Kisame was far gone in the taste of your skin, your back perfectly arching for him and your nipples now extremely sensitive from having undergone his constant attention to each one. You yearned for more, the fire inside of you only burning Kisame, your squirming slightly nerving him. But you weren’t able to voice your need for more since your tongue was now Itachi’s treat and Kisame didn’t halt from his attack on your nipples, your soft moaning only music to their ears.

Tracing a straight line down to your heat, pressing his long index finger against your clothes folds, adding light pressure spot you needed it the most.

Itachi broke the kiss, oh how you loved kissing him. Sometimes all you wanted to do was kiss him. And the two of you would kiss for hours, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Please!”, you whined, trying to grind you hips against Kisame’s finger but Itachi stopped you, making you whine louder.

He needed you to come hard. At least three times so you could sleep the night away. And he wouldn’t be mean tonight because you weren’t feeling well and with an additional man pleasuring you, he really didn’t not want to overwhelm you.

“Here baby, let me help you”, came Kisame’s voice, your nipples finally getting a break from his delicious torture. Something about Kisame calling you baby made your heart sour. “Okay Kisa”, you moaned, letting him slide your panties off of you, adjusting yourself so you could help him get rid of them.

Once they were off, your legs lay on either side of him, draped over his thighs, Itachi having placed a pillow under your lower back to get you to cum faster. The easier you came the more often you came and the more often you came the better rest you got. Well that was just one of his plans for tonight.

Kisame immediately understood the assignment, waiting for Itachi to help you into a more relaxed position before they could start lovingly breaking you.

You lay on your back, on top of Itachi, who fondled your breasts and enjoyed your mouth, your thighs on either of Kisame’s, your soaking heat bare and ready for Kisame to enjoy.

Kisame smiled at your squirming, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Don’t worry sweet thing” Kisame said, his free hand rubbing your thigh. “I’m going to take good care of you, but I need you to be patient okay”, he added, placing both his hands under each of your thighs, lifting them up onto his broad shoulders. “I want to take my time, so I can savor you”, his warm breath now on your inner thighs. “So just relax and let me taste you. I promise you’ll come as soon as I’m satisfied”, he finished, his mouth now centimeters from your core, the smell so heavenly. It was your smell and he was obsessed.

Whimpering you couldn’t help but buck forward, desperate for the ache in your core to be relieved. “Ahhhhhh”, you moaned out in surprise and pleasure at the feel of something very warm and roughly textured drag between your folds. Kisame slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds, the rough texture adding a new sensation that made your back arch. You felt him spread your lips wide open, already whimpering in delight at how he would pull your little clit in his mouth and suck on it until you came all over his face, but to your disappointment he continued to slowly drag his tongue up and down, only passing over your clitoris with slightly added pressure before dragging it back down and sinking it in your heat. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!”, you cried out. You certainly did not want to cum like this. You did not want to cum like this.

Itachi kisses you once again, exploring your mouth, biting your lip and caressing you, while Kisame’s wonderful tongue worked you terribly closer to your orgasm, his rough tongue dragging up to your clitoris and back down to fuck your tight hole. Clearly he wasn’t joking about savoring you and you did not like that one bit.

Itachi could sense that you were about to cum, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as you struggled to kiss him back. You wanted to push him away from you so you could concentrate on not cumming, but he kept on pushing your hands back down. Out of frustration you ran hands through Kisame’s hair, gripping it so you could angle your hips so he’d finally focus on your clit, but he was very strong and you were sick and on the verge of an orgasm so it didn’t really work out.

Itachi finally broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing, analyzing your current frustration. You were going to cum so there was no reason for you to be this whiny.

“Princess, just relax and let Kisame take of care of you. Stop fighting him” , he softly spoke into your ear, but his words only flew out the other as you grip the sheets as hard as you can, shitting your eyes tight to try and not cum.

Kisame could sense your resistance. “What’s the matter y/n? I told you to be patient” he said, stopping all his motions to look up at you. Tears filled your eyes, your body still squirming as both men simply watched you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“Well?”, Itachi said, placing soft kisses all over your face. “Answer him”.

You absolutely did not know what to say because nothing that you could’ve possibly said right now would make sense as to why you were fussing so much.

Kisame’s stare was so cold, and you just knew he wouldn’t give in to any begging, so you redirected your attention towards Itachi, who looked at you a little more lovingly.

“I want him to suck on my clit”, you said, embarrassed to be asking for such. Kisame heard you, interested in what Itachi’s response would be.

“Ask him to do that”, he simply said, running his thumb along your swollen lip.

Sighing in defeat you looked down at the man between your legs.

“Kisame…”, you said, feeling a little nervous with having someone you weren’t emotionally connected with pleasuring you.

“Yes, talk to me”, he said, his hand lightly rubbing the thigh that sat on his shoulder.

“Please…uhm, can you suck on my clit a little more?”, you finally asked, biting your lip at the devilish look he gave you.

“I’m still savoring you. You taste very sweet and I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can before you start kicking and screaming at me”, he said, pushing your other thigh off of his shoulder and closer to your chest.

He smiled at your whining. “If you keep on whining I won’t let you cum…you’d like to cum won’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes pleaaasee”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Okay then will you sit still and let me eat you out?”

“Yes Kisa”, you said, taking in a deep breath.

Itachi cupped your cheek, his dick painfully hard at the sight of Kisame between your legs, making you squirm like this.

“Good girl”, he said, coming down to softly kiss you, Kisame spreading your lips apart once again.

This time he started lazily circling your throbbing clit with his tongue, enjoying the way you arched your back, unable to buck your hips up with the new position.

When he felt you getting too excited he stopped, opting to tongue fuck you, the strong muscle stretching you out enough to make you cum, the minute he sensed you getting closer he stopped again.

Itachi swallowed your loud whine, running this thumb along your cheek.

Kisame remembered that you weren’t feeling well and if you were any other woman he wouldn’t care, he’d still break you like this, edging you to tears, but because it was you, he felt a little sympathetic, finally latching onto your clit and roughly sucking.

Your back arched off the bed, Itachi still holding you down and forcing his tongue into your mouth, hushing the harsh screams you let out as you suddenly came, the liquid that built up inside of you squirting out, Kisame happily lapping it all up, overstimulating you while at it.

The restrictions the two men had on your body drove you to tears, the pleasure exploding inside of you from having no where to go but through you. You were forced to take the pleasure, shaking like a leaf by the time your squirting subsided.

Itachi broke the kiss, admiring your beautiful orgasmic face trying to breath through the overstimulation. “Okay okay, I’ve got you, just breathe”, he whispered into your ear before looking down at Kisame who was still softly sucking on your nub, careful not to bring his rough tendencies out.

“Go ahead, she can handle another one”, he said, Kisame nodding in approval, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his middle finger before slowly sinking it into you, the thickness of his single finger stretching you out so well.

“Oh f-fuck!”, you cried out, your words barely forming at the pressure Kisame placed on your gspot, revealing his sharp teeth in a satisfied smile, before roughly fingering you, your poor cunt immediately gushing more, spraying all over Kisame’s beefy arm.

“Ahhh there you go. Yes good girl”, he growled, latching on to your clit again to roughly suck on it, while Itachi held you still, almost smiling at how you struggled, enjoying the pleasure your teammate gave you.

After you’d cum for the fourth time Kisame decided you needed a little break, spreading both your thighs apart and licking the juice that spilled onto your thighs, his sharp teeth leaving little bruises behind as he nipped and sucked, your body shivering and your soft moans filling the room as you slowly calmed.

Itachi cradled your up half in his arms, hushing you with kisses, cuddles and praises, gently wiping your tears away.

“You’re such a good girl, you look so beautiful with Kisame between your legs”, he whispered, wiping the sweat on your forehead off with his hands before planting a kiss there.

“Would you like another one princess?”, Itachi genuinely asked, his heart melting at the shaky “no thanks” you let out. Even through your orgasm you still remembered your manners.

As much as their dicks painfully throbbed in their pants there would be no pleasure for them tonight, yours being the priority.

“I’ll go get a towel”.

Kisame stood up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel, slowly cleaning you up but his touch was not as gentle as Itachi’s, dragging the towel over your sensitive clit like you had no feelings, your hands coming up to block him but he simply held them, quickly wiping you squeaky clean before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“I need you please”, you whispered to Itachi, “inside me”.

“Baby, you need to rest”

“No…please, please I really want you on top of me”, you begged, bring up your hand to cup his cheek, his eyes still slowly spinning, having recorded the entire session, capturing your vulnerable expressions.

How could he possibly say no to you, his good little princess.

“Here baby”, he said, placing you flat on the bed before coming up to stand, stripping right in front of you.

You reached your arms out for him, your hands rubbing his back he hovered above you, brining his fingers to slowly rub your clit, instantly regretting your decision to let these men get off too. You just hated for them to not have a good time too, even though they both were happy with just rubbing it out in the bathroom.

“Please slowly”, you said, wrapping your legs around his torso as he lined himself with your wet entrance.

“Anything for you love”, he said, pushing himself all the way into you with one, unexpected thrust, causing you to scream, the stretch and fullness steadily overwhelming you, making you whimper, your back arching in pleasure.

“Not too hard please daddy”, you begged, Itachi bringing your hands up above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held onto your hip for grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, your tight pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it care of you, just relax”, he responded, tugging you a little closer so he could get a better angle. “Ahhh! f-fuuuuck”, you screamed, the first thrust hard enough to crumble you. Now why tf did you suggest this. Now you had to hold out until the end.( gotta see it through my boi)

“Ah babyyy, you feel so good”, he said, thrusting into you again, getting into a steady slow rhythm, making you bury your head into his shoulder and biting.

He filled you so much and you wondered how you always forgot how he felt inside of you the moment he left you, his slow thrusts deep enough to stimulate your A spot (the part at the back of your vjj that people think is the cervix) and you just knew you wouldn’t last long.

His black hair dangled above you, his warm breath all over face as he spoke to you, telling you all the things he admired about you, that he would take care of you until he died, expressing how much he loves you with his heavy deep thrusts that drove you to insanity and with the sweet words from his heart. Words that you could still clearly hear even though your thighs shook and you began whimpering, you could still hear every word he spoke to you, your heart exploding with all the love you have for him, tears running down the sides of your face as you came, the feeling so intense with Itachi still making love to you.

“OoooOh m-my gosh b-b-baby, I c-can’t”, you cried, stuttering “I love you’s” to him as he chased his own orgasm, your orgasm milking him so well that he knew he would cum soon and he wondered if you could cum again.

Picking up the pace he let go of your hands, bringing one to your face while the other started rubbing your nub.

Throwing your head forward you shut your eyes tight, mouth wide open and your hands death gripping the sheets as the pleasure grew overwhelming, another orgasm threatening to crash into you so hard.

“Fuck yes! You’re so close baby, I’m so close. Ah shit! I’m going to cum baby, will you cum with me? God come with me my good little princess! I love you so much”, he moaned, chocking on his words as his thrusts grew sloppier, moaning your name as he unloaded deep inside of you. The feeling of his seed being released inside of you sending you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as your vision clouded.

Opening your eyes the entire room was dark, only the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

Your hand was resting under your chin, your body huddled very close to someone, another man pressing against your back, the feint breathing of the two men reminding you of the night you shared. With a smile on your face you turned over, trying to not wake up the two handsome men pressing on either side of you, bringing Kisame’s hand to wrap his arm around you as you softly called at Itachi.

“Itachi…Itachi, wake up”, you whispered, his head instantly jolting off of the pillow to feel for you in the dark. “Yes love, what’s wrong?”, he sleepily said, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, the warmth you shared with the two men absolutely delicious. If you could choose you’d lay here forever, with the two men who made you feel safe and sound, happy, loved and taken care of. You mostly felt overwhelmed with love for the two of them, because even though you weren’t romantically involved with Kisame before this night, he still stood beside you like a true partner in everything.

Your felt a hand silent rub your ass, squeezing it hard enough that you let out a small gasp, wondering what Kisame was up to. “You’re all awake?”, came his deep voice, his hand pushing between your thighs to cut your naked pussy. “Uh! Kisame”, you moaned, “I just got up”.

“And You’re surprisingly wet?”, Kisame teased, placing softer kiss on your shoulder. “Why”, he asked, now running his fingers between your folds, l your juices lubricating each one so he could gently rub your clitoris.

“Oohhhhhh!”, you moaned, His fingers pushing into your tight walls, sinking in deep until he felt that spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He started slowly rubbing it, nothing compared to how rough he was early on, quickly bringing you so close to orgasm, your hand intertwined with Itachi’s , while he softly breathed, aware of what was going on but still tired.

Before you were able to cum Kisame stopped, and before you complained about it you felt his incredible size enter you, the sudden intrusion making you scream. You were so tight but he slowly kept pushing into you, spreading your ass nice a wide for him to go a little deeper.

As soon as you felt him touch your cervix your body couldn’t handle it anymore and Kisame could sense that. He was very cold a sensing these things. His fingers started circling your clit, giving you time to adjust to his size, but you already broke down, a wonderful orgasm crashing into you in intense bursts, your soft screaming having long woken Itachi up, his mouth latching into the nipple that Kisame’ was not tugging on, softly sucking on it, enjoying the softness in his mouth.

Kisame started moving, his slow thrusts very intense, leaving you screaming and whimpering with every thrust until he came hard, deep inside of you, biting your neck during his release.

You were so exhausted, your orgasms so intense having to manage his size but he didn’t pull out of you, lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle.

The new angle was absolutely sinister, making you cry, Itachi whispering sweet nothing’s in your ears to help you through it. He was going so deep, and so hard, his fingers on your clit keeping you on orgasm mode.

Having to take it easy on you and also trying to pleasure himself was a bit of a challenge for him, he need more, he needed to fuck you faster, his hips brutally picking up the pace, intensifying your orgasm and making you squirt, making a mess on everyone and the sheets.

Even after he came for the second time your cries couldn’t subside, your body still squirming as this orgasm lasted much longer.

The only thing Itachi could do was hold you tight, rubbing your back as you quivered on top of him, Kisame gently wiping the two of you clean, placing towels on the wet spots of the bed for you all to lay down on.

In the morning you felt rather refreshed, your congestion having cleared up and your throat completely healed.

Itachi and Kisame were lay on either side of you, lazily stroking you as they woke from their sleep, the sunlight filling the room once again.

You were sound asleep, too cozy to try and wake up. All you wanted to do today was lay in bed with your two partners, their arms wrapped around you like heaven.

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─ I JUST NEED YOU

summary: you and kei get into an argument, reassurance is the only way to appease you both

warnings: car sex, oral, creampie and mention of reader having a vagina AND NOT PROOFREAD

requested: yes

wc: 1.8k

a/n: hope you enjoy! sorry if it wasn’t to expectation, was a little harder for me to write

the bitter cold is ever so evident as goosebumps arise on your arm. the various gusts of wind biting at your arms and face. the dark and narrow path of the street made you feel lonely, like nothing before. the thin fleece of your clothing doing nothing to provide any warmth while tears well up in your eyes again as you remember the words your beloved tsukki spoke to you. tsukishima’s words replay in your head, surely he didn’t mean it…did he?

tsukishima knew you feared you’d be too clingy, it was something you wished you could both avoid often, but you wish he’d open up to you, so it wouldn’t feel like being clingy would be the only way you’d get a reaction out of him. fighting was somewhat of a norm now and he never expressed his emotions to you no matter how much you cried and died inside. but you remember his icy stern glare biting at your shivering frame. “can’t you just leave me alone for one goddamn second” he snarks out, his eyes looking at you with pure anger, something that was new.

your mind was frazzled and couldn’t come up with anything to say. until, “it doesn’t hurt to show some compassion, or any emotion at that other than anger tsukishima,’ you say bluntly. your fists balled up in desperation as you look at him. the shocked expression on his face says it all. would he retort? would he say something feisty back? what would this mean for your relationship?

your previous fights have never gone for this long and the loud silence started to become unbearable. his cold golden brown eyes stare into you, with no interest, and it makes you shiver. “showing emotion and vulnerability isn’t necessary y/n” he pauses, almost as of thinking, “the type of vulnerability you seek from me isn’t going to come, it makes people weak and-” he’s cut off by your loud sobs. “then what does that make me? some weakling because i show emotions? showing emotion doesn’t make you weak-” you ramble on, tsukishima doesn’t listen. it isn’t until you’re finished that he feels like he can breathe. “well, y/n, when your emotions get in the way of things so small like a relationship it becomes a hindrance. your constant need to be in contact with me and for affection is embarrassing”, he snarls out, his brows furrowed in… disgust? anger? frustration? you wouldn’t know.

he couldn’t have meant the things he said… well if he blurted them out like that, they must have some truth? ironically enough, the sky gradually got darker while you were caught up in your thoughts. the faint prickle of the rain was felt on your skin, “well that’s just great,” you think, it just had to rain. you find refuge under the bus stop waiting area, contemplating whether you should call kei or not.

little did you know, kei was frantically searching for you. driving around in the pouring rain trying to find you. something in the back of your mind tells you that kei is coming for you and not to leave, so you stay put. you were wondering what kei would say to you first, would he apologize? or would he just ignore the argument? would he make it up to you? your mind was going at 100 mph, you didn’t even notice your boyfriend’s car pull up in front of you. his body moves before his mind can comprehend anything, all he knows is that he needs you in his arms, safe and sound. his slim and long arms wrap around your cold frame. all you can feel is tsukki’s frame shaking against yours, it's almost as if he was….sobbing. was he badly shaken up by what had happened earlier? it didn’t seem like too much of a big deal. the constant shaking of his frame and the tight embrace he has you in, it makes you feel protected, but you also wanted to protect him. you’d never seen him this way, he was always the more emotionally unavailable one, he did have his moments though and this was one of them.

phrases of “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it” were all you could hear from him. you couldn’t tell if drops of rain were hitting your back or if it was your lover’s tears, nonetheless you were happy to be back with him.

he pulls you towards the vehicle, opening the door for you and persisting that you sit down. once you do, he shuts the door and jogs to the other side, sitting down in the driver's seat and inching his hand towards yours, which is resting in between you both.

“i’ll be better, i promise” he starts off, “i’ll work on expressing myself more and-” you shut him up by placing your soft lips on his, tasting the salty tears that had poured down earlier. “We’ll be okay, we’ll work it out…together. “i just need you, right now” you blurt out after your lips are no longer touching. his cheeks flush as the words come out of your mouth, “r-right now? but-” he starts. “you can make it up to me this way, kei” you smile at him and who was he to not comply with your needs. your hand slowly moves its way upward, towards the zipper of his pants. his knuckles turn white because of the tight grip he has on the steering wheel. once his length was freed, the cold air hit it, making tsukki shiver in surprise. it was even more of a surprise when he felt your mouth wrap around him, warmth emitting from the space.

it was getting hot, too hot. his hand finds its way to your head, resting it on top. and he was getting turned on even more, the fact that you could get caught, the fact that someone could see, that thrill was throwing him over the edge. the warmth of your throat encasing his cock, his tip hits the back of your throat, and that’s just enough to push him over. his cock twitches in your throat before you pull your mouth off. “cum on my face” you state, not demanding but not asking. his hand tugs on his hard cock, while you tongue his slit. “f-fuck, i’m close”, he groans out.

both of you gasp as his thick and sticky cum hits your face, some of it gracefully landing into your mouth as well. the taste wasn’t too salty on your tongue, but you wouldn’t say it was sweet. out of instinct you swallow the cum that fell into your mouth, and at that lew sight, tsukki swears he could cum again, on the spot.

you sit back against the leather seat of the car, the heat ever so evident. then you feel kei’s cold and slender fingers find their way between your thighs. his fingers prodding and rubbing against your pussy. he finally inserts a digit, it reaches so far back, farther than your own fingers could ever reach. his thumb rubs gentle figure eights onto your clit. you almost forget for a second that you still have his cum stringed on your face, until kei’s free hand wipes at your face and pushes his cum soaked fingers into your mouth. you opt to suck and lap at the cum on his fingers. your moans are drowned out by the soft music that kei opted to play in the car, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his fingers in your mouth and on your clit.

it doesn’t take long until tsukki finds your sweet spot, the spot that craves attention the more turned on you get. “f-fuck kei right there, right there. oh fuck, i’m gonna cum” you whine out as your legs lock, your hand wrapping around his wrist as you come all over his digits and he smirks as your cum leaks onto the expensive leather seats. “get into the backseat” he says bluntly and you comply, no questions asked. luckily the back wasn’t too cramped because kei also moves to the back, his arms holding your legs apart as his face sits between both of your thighs. “don’t be too loud, hmm” he grins before his tongue laps up at the remnants of your previous orgasm, sweet tasting on his taste buds. your hands weave into his hair, gripping on it as his tongue circles your clit before flicking the sensitive bud of nerves. “ngh, ah fuck, mmm” you whine out at the pleasure, gripping his golden locks even tighter as your thighs attempt to close in with no avail. the feeling of his wet tongue on you proves to be too much, you come all over his mouth and it leaks onto the plush fleece of the seat.

just when you thought it was over, tsukki flips you over his body flush against yours as he rubs the tip of his cock against your folds. “just one more for me, mmkay? you’re so good for me, so you can handle this last orgasm. i just need you, all of you” he whispers against the skin of your shoulder before placing a small kiss as he inserts himself. the quiet moans and groans emitting from you both fill up the empty space of the hot car. “kei, please move-”, you beg, but your begging is cut off my kei’s thrusts into you. you feel so full, maybe it's the sensitivity to all touch, or maybe its the fact that kei indeed was a bit on the longer side. his cock feels like its hitting the end of your cervix, it stung a little but it felt so good. being filled to the brim by the person you love was an experience in itself.

it didn’t take you long to cum: the aroma around you, the heat, the overstimulation, constant sensitivity, the sound of skin slapping, the wet kisses kei leaves on your shoulder and the knotting in your stomach tightening was all too much, you’d be pushed over the edge. but you didn’t only cum on his cock, no, that wasn’t enough for tsukki. he needed you to squirt on his cock, he needed to prove and show that you’d never be too much for him and that he’d always love you no matter what. his body is flush against yours as he makes no means to stop thrusting into you. the pleasure turning into slight pain, but good pain. before you even realized it, kei cums into you, which is enough to push you over the edge. as his cum leaks out of you, it's further pushed out by the new orgasm you have, gushing everywhere.

kei is so satisfied to have you squirt on his cock, but he wasn’t happy that his cum was pushed out. he’d just have to fill you up again. but before he could plunge into you again, he realized it was best to go home, you’d both be more comfortable. “i just need you. As long as we have each other, we’ll be okay” he smiles before redressing in order to drive back to the comfort of your home.

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