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SUNDERED
Pairing: Gojo x reader
âą Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Alt. Ending
Sundered+ (COMMISSION)
Genre: Angst
tags/cw: angst, mean!gojo(kinda), babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments
word count: 3.2k
One womanâs life lesson is another womanâs better man.
⧠babydaddy!Gojo intentionally runs into you when youâre buying groceries just to show you his girlfriend. The woman was your classmate from high school. At the first meeting, she was shy and tried avoiding your gaze but Satoru just had to call you and ask something about your daughter. Completely unnecessary but heâs just that much of a jerk. Once was considered an accident. But when it happened two, then three times, you already know that you have to change your shopping schedule.
⧠babydaddy!Gojo picks up his daughter from your house an hour late, rubbing on your face that he overslept because he spent âsome timeâ with his girlfriend last night. Distasteful and disrespectful, but you let it slide cause he seems happy. You donât want to be a killjoy, right? You were never his girlfriend, to begin with. Just someone he got pregnant from a one-night stand.Â
⧠babydaddy!Gojo posts pictures of his day out with his daughter online. His girlfriend carrying your kid as the three of them wear matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse headbands. You could only scroll past and continue your work to busy yourself. Maybe you should stop lurking around social media and just use your phone for important messages. Maybe you should also lose feelings for someone who never harbored genuine ones for you in the first place.
⧠babydaddy!Gojo always lets his girlfriend open the door for you when youâre picking up your daughter from his house on weekends. He leans back on the couch, watching you grab your daughterâs things, opening his arms to cuddle with his girlfriend before you even get to walk out the door. It made you feel pathetic and small but what can you do? Thereâs simply no place for you in that house.
⧠babydaddy!Gojo insists that you spend more time together for the sake of your daughter. You agreed to it and now, you had to sit in the back of the car with your daughter as he drives his girlfriend to work. It made you feel sick and nauseous that you were only able to spend half a day with them before you decided to go home and sleep the day away. Maybe when you wake up, youâll find it in you to hate him.
âMommy? Call her, love.â Gojo used a higher voice to encourage his daughter to call you. He knows that he was foul for what happened earlier. But what is he gonna do? He canât reject his girlfriendâs request, plus it was only a ride. Itâs not like she was with you for the whole day. Still, he doesnât think itâs the reason why you left early. You might be feelingâŠtired. Even if it was Saturday yesterday and you have no work. You might still feel fatigued on Sunday, right?
âMama!â The little girl mimicked pointing upstairs. Satoru sighed placing her little bag on a nearby chair as he made his way upstairs. He figured that if youâre still asleep, he could just wait for you to wake up and just look after his daughter here. Youâre a single mother for 4 days a week, and on top of that, you also have work. You literally donât have time to rest. He told himself that he needs to stop messing around just to get a reaction from you.Â
Reaching your room, Satoru knocked on the door three times, calling out your name when you didnât answer. âWait a second.â You voiced out from the other side, âIâm just gonna call my mom, can you wait for her?â You suppressed a cough at the end of the sentence but it didnât go unnoticed by Satoru. âAre you sick? I could take her back to my house, weâll look after her until you feel better. â The suggestion made your stomach churn. They get to play house with your kid and here you are, being miserable.
You shook your head, realizing how bitter you sounded. She wasnât unkind in any way to your baby but something in you hurts when you think of them giving your daughter the family experience that you cannot provide. You and Satoru tried to work things out but you just canât get on the same page. Instead of trying to be better for you and your daughter, he decided to fuck around and date someone else instead.Â
You wouldnât say that your name was clean. What with a couple of threats such as finding someone who could act right. You just didnât think that heâd really leave. It hurt but now youâre getting yourself used to the feeling. Maybe he just couldnât act right with you. Because why is he so good with his girlfriend now? She tamed him, as he once boasted to you during a fight.
âIâm stuck with a child that I have with you, but not with you.â He pointed out, leaving a searing pain in your chest. âThereâs no way Iâm letting that happen.â Tears were starting to form in your eyes as the words come out of his mouth. How could he say something so cruel to you, the mother of his child? All you did was tell him that his girlfriend was getting kind of too much after she told you what to do with your child. And now heâs making you the villain.
âI just told her thatââ You tried to explain, voice starting to shake. âIf thatâs all you did, she wouldnât come to me crying, Y/N.â You just canât believe that youâre fighting over this. You already have so much to think about and now this, you also have to be cautious about his girl. âShe told you herself, I just didnât want her telling me how to raise my child!âÂ
âOf course, she wouldnât tell me that youâre being harsh to her. Unlike you, sheâs actually kind and considerate of other peopleâs feelings.â You looked down, letting out a strangled sob escape your throat before quickly wiping away the forming tears in your eyes as you turn away from him. Why was he never this defensive of you? He didnât even try to fight for you when his girlfriend convinced him to take your daughter with them on a trip. Without your permission.
And now heâs talking as if youâve been nothing but a disturbance in his relationship with her. Everything's just unfair. Yet, you just let it slide because you wanted nothing but peace for your baby. âI donât want to have this conversation with you anymore, Satoru. Youâve said enough.â You sniffed, walking to your daughterâs room to check if the noises woke her up. Satoru was left standing there, processing all the things that he said.
He watched you disappear into the dark hallway of your apartment, shoulders shaking with your head hung low. Even if he canât see your face, he can tell that youâre crying and it made him feel like shit. He went overboard, didnât he? âFuck.â He threw his keys on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He wanted to apologize but at the same time, he wanted to prove his point. His girlfriend was only trying to help and you took it the wrong way.
At that time, Satoru thought that maybe she was right. Youâre just getting kinda jealous that she could spend time with your daughter and Satoru more and now youâre being too sensitive, letting out your irritation on her. She said that it was a natural feeling for a mother to feel that way but Satoru canât let you treat his girlfriend like shit just because of your pettiness and jealousy. You have to learn to adjust and accept that some things are gonna be the way they are because of your setup.Â
As for you, you felt hurt. Neglected even when you know that youâre not supposed to receive as much attention, much less protection from him. His priority is your child, but not you. You have no choice but to talk and work everything out with them for the sake of your daughter. You know that you could start dating someone of your choice but you wished that it would be that easy. You just want to focus on your daughter and if youâre gonna find someone, you want them to love her as much as you do.Â
You wonder what you lacked that couldnât soften him the way he did to her. You started to think that youâre the problem and that is why you couldnât fix him as easily as she did.Â
You stood up, opening the door for him seeing your two-year-old reach out to you. âMamaâs sick, love, sorry.â You covered your mouth, blinking away the heaviness in your eyes. Satoru watched you pack your daughterâs things. âIf youâre gonna be busy, just tell me. Iâll just contact Mom. She can be with you for a few days, just until my cold is gone.â You murmured, counting the diapers to put in her baby bag.Â
You donât want to be away from her, but letting her stay with you when youâre like this puts her at risk and thatâs the last thing you want. You canât stand seeing your daughter through pain and youâre pretty sure itâs the same for his dad. Begrudgingly, you placed the bag in front of Satoru before reaching over for her favorite toy. You smiled at how she squealed when she saw it.
âYou know weâre never too busy to take care of her. Just rest, so youâll get better soon.â You swallowed, nodding your head slowly as you thought of what else they should take. âYeah, Iâll be picking her up.â You kept your distance from her, sitting down as you felt your head spinning a bit. âDo you...do you have medicine, though? I could get some if you want,â Satoru can tell that youâre really sick and despite his situation with you, he canât just let you be when youâre like this. Youâre still the mother of his child.Â
âNo, itâs fine. I have some here. Just take care of her.â Your voice was hoarse and your daughter was starting to reach out for you again as if sensing that something was wrong so you urged Satoru to get going. âBe good, okay?â You waved as she watched you with her curious eyes but waved back, nonetheless. You wouldnât admit it but you feel envious that they could be happy together with her. Youâre afraid that one day sheâll prefer being with them over you.
As for your feelings for Satoru, you hated thinking or talking about it. Youâre obviously in love with him, but you wouldnât acknowledge that yourself, either. You fought too much, you hurt each other too much. Other than that, thereâs no point for your feelings now that he has someone he really loves and truly cares about.Â
You never experienced the boyfriend-girlfriend stage with Satoru. Itâs like one day, you just woke up and youâre already parents. You canât blame him for not having real feelings for you. You do your best to be as civil to them as you can be but sometimes his girlfriendâs just out of bounds. And after a couple of painful fights with Satoru regarding her, it just became too much for you.Â
Youâre just tired of feeling like a wedge to someoneâs healthy relationship. Thatâs how Satoru makes you feel and you just canât take any ache from that.Â
Another thing that you deny to yourself is the hope that you might fix this all. There are always what-ifs in your mind, and you would never tell Satoru about them. Heâll probably laugh at you and your threats that youâre gonna be with someone who truly makes you happy. You would never destroy his relationship just because yours didnât work. If you have to cover your eyes, look away and pretend to be deaf every time theyâre around you, you would.Â
You often think about what it would be like if he settled down with his girl; if they decided to get married and have a family of their own. You donât want your daughter to feel left out. You donât want her to feel like she doesnât have her own family in the middle of them. You also wondered if youâd have moved on by then. You hope so. You donât want to be this pitiful and heartbroken forever.
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After a couple of days, youâre finally feeling well. You got up early and sent Satoru a text that youâll be picking up your baby in a few hours. You missed her and her giggles so much. The house was clean during the past days but you very much prefer it to be messy, as long a sheâs there. Youâll never mind getting up in the middle of the night or waking up extra early for her.Â
Arriving at Satoruâs residence, you rang the doorbell as you waited patiently for someone to open the gate for you. You were hoping that it would be your baby girl, extending her short, chubby arms to you but instead, it was Satoruâs girlfriend. âCome in, sheâs still playing inside.â She smiled at you, opening the metal door wider. âThanks, I messaged Satoru that I was coming to pick her up. Is she ready?â You asked her as you walked to their front door.
âShe is, but sheâs kinda fussy about it. Satoru bought her a huge playpen and she just wouldnât get out of it. Sheâs enjoying a lot.â She tucked a hair behind her ear and you canât help but feel conscious of how you look. Opening the door, you were welcomed by the sight of Satoru lying down with his daughter in the said enclosure. She was fiddling with a toy as they watched on the big screen.Â
Her favorite toy was at the corner, and for some reason, it left a pang in your chest.
âSweetie, someoneâs here for you.â You hated the way she phrased it but you know that she doesnât mean for it to be offensive or rude to you. The little girl looked up with her binky in her mouth, blinking before smiling at you. âOh, youâre already here. She wouldnât let me out of the playpen.â Satoru explained, probably thinking that you didnât appreciate that it had to be his girlfriend opening the door for you.Â
âItâs alright. I donât mind.â This place always made you feel like youâre an outsider. Probably because you are and it didnât help that theyâre making you feel like it. âMama!â She waved at you, pointing at the screen as she sat down. âThatâs a nice show, love. Maybe we could just continue watching it at home?â You know that she doesnât have a big playpen there. The screen isnât that big, either. She suddenly lied back down, whimpering as she kicked her tiny feet. You felt like telling her that youâd work hard to buy her that too.
She doesnât want to go home yet and thatâs what you feared.Â
âBaby, momâs here. She missed you.â Satoru called out but to no avail. He came to lift her up, trying to see if she was just being too lazy to get up. Her eyes were glued to the television as she sucked on her pacifier. She was too into it, pointing the show to everyone before smiling at you. Oh, how you missed that smile. âLetâs go, now.â You cooed at her, softly clapping your hands.
When you tried to reach for her as Satoru leans her close to you, she started wiggling around. âDown, Mama! Wait.â Her cute language never ceases to make your heart swell with joy despite the fact that sheâs trying to get away from you. She runs away, stopping to look around before going to Satoruâs girlfriend and hugging her leg. She was in awe when she picked up your daughter.Â
So⊠sheâs who your daughterâs referring to byâŠMama. You could almost hear your heart shatter at the realization. Since when did she start calling her Mama?
âYou donât wanna go home yet? But Momâs here.â She talked in her baby voice and you donât know if youâre gonna be happy that she treats your daughter really well or jealous that she came running to her when she donât want to do something. Satoru went up to them, leaving you standing a few meters away. You donât like what youâre seeing aside from your daughter.
âItâs not good to ignore Mama.â Satoru tapped her nose with his finger which she cutely swatted away, eliciting a chuckle from him. âY/N, I was thinking⊠maybe I could just, uh, take her home later in the day. This playpen just arrived yesterday and you know how kids areâŠâ He laughed nervously, struggling to find a nice way to say that your daughter wonât be coming home yet.
âYesterday, I was joking about giving her playmates and she was so excited, she was running around.â His girlfriend giggled as she shared. It was a simple story yet it was a thorn to your heart. Why does it seem like your every nightmare is coming to life? You just smiled at her, understanding that she was talking about giving your daughter siblings. Satoru was silent, but you didnât dare look at his face. You know that itâs in their future plans and you donât have to see him smiling about it too.Â
âThatâs adorable..â You donât know what else to say, so you just nodded your head slowly, blinking quickly so as to bring yourself back to reality. His place was huge compared to your apartment. The playpen looks so much more comfortable than the crib she has at your place. She has new toys and a mom and dad by her side. So, now she doesnât want to leave. Suddenly, you can feel the weakness in your knees from when you were sick starting to come back. You cleared your throat as you straightened yourself.
âJ-just take her home later. I, uh, bought something for her.â You lied, knowing that you still have to go looking for something you can buy for your lovely child. You wanted to snatch her away from Satoruâs girlfriend, her other mom, but the giggle flowing out of her lips are too precious for you to ruin; the smile on her face as she tickled her tummy was too priceless. Look at them, you told yourself as you started to feel farther and farther away from their little world. Theyâre a picture of a happy family.Â
âIâll see you later, honeyâŠâ You whispered, giving her head a pat as she looked up at you with her big, cerulean eyes. You didnât wait for any of them to walk you out, you just let your feet take you out of their home, not daring to look back for the fear of breaking down. Your fingers tremble along with your lips and the tiny droplets of rain felt like acid on your skin. Maybe what they say was true. We experience people differently.
One womanâs life lesson is another womanâs better man.
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FOR LOVERS WHO HESITATE.
PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader (ft. xu minghao)
GENRE: fluff, some angst
TROPES: best friends to lovers, reader is oblivious and an idiot sometimes, kinda he fell first and she fell harder, reader is a moa lol and also a hopeless romantic, wonwoo is in photography school and a youtuber.
it's raining cats and dogs when you step out of the shower and the burst of thunder that follows has you thanking that your commute from work to home hadn't seen any such rain. it's a big night for you, after all, you can't have anything spoiling it. it's txt's comeback night and for once, your schedule's freed up in time for you to be able to enjoy the coming weekend with some brand new music from your favorite kpop group. what's more is you had a date on saturday and where usually you would be shaking with nervousness, you actually quite liked this guy. his name was minghao, and he made you feel a calmness with him that you had yet to feel with another man on any dating apps. maybe there was hope after allâŠ
you apply your prized lavender-scented body lotion as you re-listen to some old albums that have been close to your heart and hum along happily. you're about to turn the kettle on for some tea when you hear the doorbell ring. with a sigh, you glance at the time. there were only a handful of people who'd drop by your place at 9 on a friday.Â
"wonwoo," you murmur when you start to vagule recall texts from him about coming over for ramen and ice cream. you pad over and open the door to the tall man peering at you through his glasses, "you didn't read my texts again, did you?"Â
you gasp in feigned offense, "wow, you're really just gonna assume i didn't? of course i did! and that's why i knew it was you barging into my house this late at night."
"late?" wonwoo questions your wording as he lets himself in and then pauses when he catches sight of the elaborate set-up in your living room. the tiny projector you had bought ages ago and long-forgotten about is now out and function, displaying your laptop screen on the white wall, open on txt's youtube channel.Â
"ohhh," he slowly turns around in realization, "are they coming out tonight?"
"coming back, yes," you call out from the kitchen, turning the kettle on like you'd planned, "i'm making some tea, you want any?"
"no, but i'll have the ramen you promised me."Â
you narrow your eyes at him, "you do realize you promised yourself ramen, right?"Â
"come on, y/n!" wonwoo starts whining, "you never hang with me anymore! it's always just work, home, txt, hinge boyfriend, work, work with you. what about jeon wonwoo time? what about best friend bonding hours?"
you can't help the chuckle that escapes you, watching the tall man slumped against your light blue fridge with a pout on his lips. he pushes his glasses back with sleeve of his black hoodie to stare you down.Â
"...i hear you, sir," you start, "but to be fair, we did hang earlier this week when i took you out to lunch for getting a million subscribers on your youtube channel."Â
"that doesn't count!" he complains, "that was like, duty-based hangout."
"right," you laugh, "listen, woo, i do wanna hang but you did see my plans for the night in the living room. so i mean, if you wanna grab some ramen and watch five men being silly before their new music drops⊠you're more than welcome."Â
this time wonwoo's quiet, mouth moving undecidedly as he weighs his options. then, he shrugs, realizing he wasn't going to change your plans for the night. "eh, sure. it's not like it's my first time anyway."Â
"cool! we have a plan!" you clap, "glad we came to an understanding."Â
wonwoo laughs as he watches you take out to packets of ramen and start preparing the soup for them. now that he knows he gets to spend time with you, he relaxes, taking in the light blue pyjama set you have on. it matches the scrunchie in your hand and the hairclips that hold your bangs back in place. he notices how in the silence you naturally start humming a song under your breath, the melody vaguely familiar to wonwoo from the time he's spent listening to txt with you.Â
truth be told, wonwoo really needed this tonight. he's had a long week of juggling classes and content creation, now that he had the new burden of pleasing a million people who had put their trust in him to speedrun and try out the newest video games. he's also had to meet up with friends, old and new, who reached out to him thanks to his new milestone. while he was always so grateful for the support, at the end of the day, he was an introvert and it was only in solitude he could gain back the energy he'd spent.Â
except of course, solitude came back when it was with you, nevermind the real definition of the word. easy to say, over the years of your friendship with wonwoo, he'd become used to finding comfort in your warmth, though it changed with time. when you were both in college, it meant studying together and holding each other through the hard times. when you graduated and went on to get a job at a publishing company you'd always admired, wonwoo continued school to get a masters in photography like he'd always dreamed. now, comfort meant escaping his dorm room to drop by your place so he could bother you.Â
sometimes, he hesitated, worried that he might actually be bothering you. you were an actual working adult, after all. but then, he'd find you sending him stupid memes in the middle of the night on a working night and he'd change his mind, knowing he couldn't go another week without seeing your face.Â
"hello? you're just gonna stand there and watch me do all the work?"Â
your stern voice breaks wonwoo out from his daydreaming and focus on the two steaming bowls of ramen that have appeared on the kitchen counter. "oh, sorry," he says, "just zoned out."
"not that you would've been much help with your hands of disaster."
"hey," wonwoo calls, "that's unfair, i'm a perfectly competent cook."
you raise a brow at him, "really, woo? would you say a perfectly competent cook would cut his thumb on a potato peeler? or, what was it the other time, would he spill boiling hot soup all over himself?"
wonwoo purses his lips. "whatever. i can just wash dishes if you're gonna be so mean about my cooking skills."
"sorry, woo, but there are no skills to be mean about," you murmur as you top the ramen with some fried egg. "anyway, here, take these and i'll bring us drinks. beer good with you?"
"you know it, sir," he confirms as he carries out your orders, balancing the bowls in each hand and making his way to the living room. he takes a seat on the couch, when something on the screen catches his attention. though your youtube screen is crowded with suggestions related to txt on different variety shows, there's a video in the corner that shows wonwoo's face. he recognizes it as one of his newer videos this week, one he made to thank his followers for their overwhelming support. he's honestly surprised to the red bar under the video indicate that you'd already watched the whole video. he didn't think you'd have the time to watch an hour long video.
he can't help the satisfied smile that creeps up his face, feeling a new level of accomplished knowing you were so up to date with his content.
"you're really just gonna grin like that to yourself?" your voice calls out, "i'm scared, should i keep a weapon close?"
wonwoo shrugs, "i don't know, would you really have the guts to kill your favorite youtuber?"Â
you're caught off-guard and when you see wonwoo's video on the screen, you redden, averting your gaze as you place two cans of beers on the table. "so much for supporting my best friend," you mumble, adorable pout on your lips as you break open your chopsticks, stirring the hot ramen around.Â
wonwoo keeps his smug excitement over the fact that you didn't deny his claim to your favorite youtuber and simply joins you in cooling his noodles. "anyway, i thought that txt was releasing new music? why would that include them being silly?"
"the countdown live, obviously," you inform him before slurping some ramen.
"ahh, right, i forgot those were a thing. when does the live start?"
you turn your laptop to yourself and scroll till you find the link to the countdown live, "hmm, let's see. it says here that there's 33 minutes."Â
"wanna watch an episode of demon slayer while we wait?" wonwoo asks gingerly, ready to be rejected immediately. but you seem distracted by your phone, your quick typing indicating you were texting someone. "hm? texting a new guy?" he asks, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.Â
you hum out a yes and after a minute, you put your phone down, smile on your lips. "you must really like him if you're texting him back that fast," he comments.
you look at him with a chuckle, "i met him last week on hinge. woo, he's stunning and genuinely nice. how rare is that combination?" you sigh, "i honestly still think he's a little too good to be true but i guess i'll find out tomorrow."
"tomorrow?" he asks, "where's he taking you out?"
you cough, "we're going to a museum and then to lunch at an italian place."
"damn," wonwoo mutters, "he's rich then, i presume?"
you hit wonwoo's arm, "what's your next question? how much does he make a year? his criminal history?"
"i mean, does he have one?"
"wonwoo," you warn him, "he's a perfectly nice guy. or so i hope. anyway, wanna watch this episode of txt's show? it'll warm you up for the live."Â
wonwoo quietly nods as you click on the recommended video. he takes a deep breath to settle the storm in his stomach and sips his ramen soup to clear his head. he was here to spend time with you, not fight with you over questionable dates you found on hinge.Â
"that one's soobin, right? he's my favorite," wonwoo smiles when the guy's dimples deepen with a joke another member cracked.Â
"i thought you liked beomgyu!" you laugh, "you're a really unfaithful one, aren't you?"
he shrugs, "i don't know what you're talking about, i've always been biased toward soobin."Â
"you didn't even know his name till five minutes ago, but sure, woo, if you insist."
the episode ends with both of you weak with laughter, partly because of the goofy nature of the games txt was playing but mostly because throughout, one of you would make a remark that would get the other laughing and build from there. it really was a never-ending battle with laughter when wonwoo was around.Â
"oh, i must know what happens next! i know soobin's gonna win this thing," wonwoo says.Â
"ahh, as much as i want to watch the second episode, we should tune into the live or we're gonna be late," you tell him. "we can watch the second one some other time?"
"it's a date," wonwoo teases back before he can stop himself from filtering his thoughts. but it's too late, you've turned to him with a look of scrutiny, wondering if he was joking or not.Â
"right, okay, here it is," you pull up the live, which has been on for about five minutes. soobin is in the middle of talking about the album when you tune in. "ohh, look, your favorite boy's talking about the album."
"i see that," wonwoo smiles, "where's your favorite guy at?"
"hmm, wait⊠ah, there he is, yeonjun with his new haircut," you gasp, "god, black hair suits him so well." wonwoo narrows his eyes at the black-haired guy you've pointed out. you're right, he looks amazing, though he can't tell if it's the hair or just his general abundance of beauty.Â
the rest of the countdown live goes not unlike before, with you helpfully supplying wonwoo with any context he might missing behind the member's comments. at exactly midnight, wonwoo watches their new music video with you, laughing when at its end you immediately click the replay button. after its third re-watch, you switch to spotify and listen to the entire album once before nodding in satisfaction.
"that's a solid album," wonwoo comments, smiling at your half-contained excitement. "it's everything i need to get through life till their next comeback," you say, "the title track's my favorite for the first time. although that might change as i relisten to the album."
"the title's the catchiest so that's probably right," he says. wonwoo's about to say some more about the album when he catches the look in your eyes. "what's wrong?"
"sorry, i feel bad for making you sit through that for like, three hours."
wonwoo's heart melts a little when he catches you fiddling with the hem of your pyjama top. he lets out a lighthearted chuckle, "you didn't force me. i had fun, y/n."
you smile, "i had fun, too. i always do with you." wonwoo's heart skips a beat at your admission, his cheeks warming up, "oh, right, i should show you the new speaker i bought the other day." you stand up and run over to your room excitedly.Â
a few minutes pass and wonwoo sighs, hand at his chest, trying to calm himself down. he rests his head against his arm, slumping against the sofa, as his mind races. this won't do, he thinks, closing his eyes to shut out his bothersome thoughts.Â
perhaps, he calms down a little fast because when you return with the speaker clutched in your hand, you find him dozing off on the couch. you smile at the sight, plopping down next to him. "always falling asleep anywhere, aren't you?" you mumble under your breath, eyes drawn to the portrait of serenity that wonwoo was. you watch him breathe steadily for a while before you rest your head against his arm, inexplicably drawn to the sight before you.Â
you felt⊠weird, almost itchy, when you're this close to wonwoo. his eyelashes were longer than you expected at this distance and you have to contain the desire to brush your knuckles against them. you wonder what he must be thinking, to appear to be so at peace. you let out a hum unknowingly and wonwoo stirs.Â
he comes to with a start, feeling a weight on his arm that hadn't been there when he fell asleep. and then he opens his eyes, almost convinced he's still dreaming when he finds your head against his hand, blinking solemnly as if you had been watching him sleep.
wait⊠hadn't you actually been watching him sleep? wonwoo starts to wonder but you cut him off when you whine, "you dozed off, jeon wonwoo."Â
"sorry, i didn't mean to," he mutters, unusually shy.Â
"well, it's fine. it's getting late," you say. then, after a moment, "do you just want sleep over? it's kind of a trek to your dorm from here."
wonwoo hesitates, blood rushing to his face at the idea of sleeping over at your place. "no, it's fine, i'll just go back."
"no, i would feel too bad letting you do that," you insist with a pout, "plus, it's saturday tomorrow so you don't have to worry about rushing back to class or anything."
he pauses. you were right, it was a pretty reasonable proposition once he thought about it with straight mind. "then, i will," he agrees, "but where do i sleep?" the question comes from the knowledge that you did only own one bed, the one that was in your bedroom. never mind that it was big enough to fit you both, the fact that it was in your bedroom made it off-limits in wonwoo's mind.Â
"my bed?" you ask.
wonwoo sits up, "absolutely not."
"damn," you mumble, but don't think much of it, "i guess you'll have to take the couch then?"
"that works for me."
you narrow your eyes at him, not wanting to push him to sleep in your bed if he really was that strongly against it but you can't help but pry a little more. "you sure you don't prefer a soft mattress with proper pillows?"
"you forget that i can fall asleep anywhere at any given moment with minimal trouble," he shrugs. "but i will ask of you to lend me one of your plushies."
you chuckle at that, "alright then, if you insist. i'll bring you a blanket and a plushie." when you leave to accomplish said missions, wonwoo takes a second to marvel and⊠well, panic at his situation.Â
he'd only ever slept over at your place once and that was when he passed out from drinking too much soju. that didn't really count, especially since that time hoshi and karina had also passed out next to him on your floor. so this really felt like a big deal to wonwoo.Â
you come back with a pile of a soft pink blanket and a matching pink bunny in your arms, dropping them next to wonwoo on the couch. "there," you say, "you want tea before you sleep?"
"nope."
"anything else? water?"
"oh, is there a toothbrush i can borrow?"
"ah, right. i should have some spare ones lying around. come, i'll show you."
it's nearly 2 am by the time wonwoo's in bed (couch), changed into some oversized shorts you had and sporting the same skincare that you used every night. it's all a little much for his poor heart, doing these domestic things with you as if he hasn't been down bad for you since he can remember.Â
"okay~ goodnight, woo, sleep tight!" you call out. you pat his cheek, crouching next to the couch as you watch him settle down for the night. he mumbles back a goodnight somewhat quietly and you can't help but laugh to yourself at how adorable wonwoo looked.
"tell me if you need anything, okay?"
you stand up, ready to head to bed yourself and really, wonwoo should be thankful he can be alone at last, perhaps, collect his thoughts and rest his brain for the day. but being up so late must be getting to his reason because he reaches out to hold your wrist when you're about to leave, with a hurried, "wait!"
you stop with a raised brow, "what's wrong?"
"my goodnight kiss!" he blurts out with a sudden rush of courage. "i need one to fall asleep."
silence follows his words and wonwoo's ear slowly start to burn up when he hears the echoes of his absurd request playing back in his mind. he lets go of your wrist just as quickly he'd reached for it, covering up with a half-laugh, "i was just kidding. good night!"Â
a beat passes and he thinks you must really find him ridiculous to not respond to anything he's said but before he can dig himself any further into the hole he's made, he feels your hair brush against his skin. he barely has time to register your body leaning over him when he feels you lips press against his cheek. the moment should last forever but it's over all too quick. wonwoo can't see your face in the darkness but he hears your voice near his ear, breath soft, "good night, woo."
he could die now, he really could, and he would die a happy man. he muffles the sound that escapes his throat when he hears the door to your room creak as you close it behind you. you, on the other hand, stare at yourself in the mirror in disbelief at what just happened.Â
you really didn't know what to make of wonwoo's request out of the blue, but something about the way he looked so cozy, hair sticking out every which way in the moonlight that spilled into your living room, something about this night in general had you feeling strange. you felt the same itch you'd felt when you found yourself unable to take your eyes off a sleeping wonwoo. it's like when you encounter a beautiful cat lounging in the sun and had to drop everything so you could take in its joyful existence. you couldn't move an inch, completely fascinated by this being before you.
"what the fuck am i thinkingâŠ" you mumble, feeling your cheeks warm up. "i must be really tired."Â
turns out even after a night's sleep you feel as confused as you did when you fell asleep. with a grunt of frustration, you roll over in bed and choose to scroll on your phone to distract yourself for a bit. it's almost 11 when you hear a knock on your door. you contemplate pretending to be asleep but then there's another knock, followed by wonwoo's, "y/n?"
you feel too bad leaving wonwoo to fend for himself in your home so you force yourself out of bed, patting your hair down as you pad over to the door. "hey, morningâ"Â
your greeting is interrupted mid-way when wonwoo's face moves close to you â hilariously close until he's kissing your cheek. your breath catches in your throat and you freeze up. wonwoo stands back up, arms on the doorway, a small smirk on his face. what had possesed him overnight?Â
you could only ponder in defeat when he merrily called out, "good morning! did you sleep well?"Â
"i⊠didâŠ" you start and then stop, hand coming up to the cheek where wonwoo had kissed you. "what was that forâŠ" you wonder more to yourself but wonwoo picks up your flustered question and shrugs.
"i was only paying you back for your goodnight kiss," he smiles, unsettling you to your very guts, "that was your good morning kiss."
you groan, suddenly losing all clarity. frustrated, hiding the blush creeping up your neck, "you know that's not a real thingâŠ" but where you mean to sound harsh, you simply sound bewildered. wonwoo swallows his chuckle and pats your head, "i'm hungry. can you make me breakfast?"
you glare at him, trying to figure out what his real plan was but he simply follows up with, "pretty please? you wouldn't let a guest in your home leave on an empty stomach, right?"
"i- uh, let me wash my face and i'll make you something," you say, pausing for a split second befroe shutting the door in wonwoo's face. you speedrun your morning routine despite your very best efforts to act and thus, feel normal, you wash your face and brush at your teeth at an abnormal speed. you stare at yourself in the mirror when you consider changing out of your pjyamas and mentally scold yourself for acting like an idiot.
"stupid," you tell yourself as you leave your room to find wonwoo cackling at his phone screen. no matter how you look at it, wonwoo's acting different⊠he seems more confident, or rather, full of conviction, though you couldn't think of any reason why that would be.Â
etiher way, in an attempt to act normal, you start making eggs for breakfast, scrambled and slightly runny the way you know wonwoo likes them. "toast?" you ask him as you whip the eggs onto a plate. "yes,," he calls out, "with some butter, please!"
you sigh as you place a slice of toast on his plate, sliding it toward him. you plop the stick of butter next to him with a knife and tell him with a sarcastic smile, "you can butter your own toast."Â
"i sure can," he says with a satisfied smile. you really can't understand what he was thinking and it pisses you off, but not nearly enough to sit next to him as you dig into your own plate of eggs.
"as thanks for feeding me two meals in a row," wonwoo starts, swallowing a mouthful of food, "can i do anything for you? buy you a new pan? go grocery shopping with you?"
"i'm good, thanks."
he frowns at your curt reply. "ohh, how about a movie? it could make for a solid saturday night."
"sorry, i've a date tonight, remember?"
"ah, that," he says, flatly, "i mean, if you have time later right?"
"i'm pretty sure i'm gonna be beat by the time i'm done with the date. maybe tomorrow," you say but you know he can tell you're only half-heartedly saying so. he gives up after, thankfully for you.Â
"all right, i should get going! as it turns out i forgot my clothes in the dryer for two days straight and someone threw them onto the floorâŠ" you let out a horrified gasp at wonwoo's casual confession, "so i should probably deal with that."
"dude, please, why aren't you running back to your dorm right now?"Â
"alright, alright, i get it! see you later, y/n!"
with that, the man's off, seeming somewhat appropriately concerned for his clothes now. you sigh once you hear the door close after him, resting your forhead on your fist. your head hurts and it's not even noon. you're mostly just having a hard time comprehending the last 12 hours you spent with wonwoo.Â
it's not out of the ordinary for you to do impromptu things with him like this but you feel strangely empty now that he's gone. what's worse is your mind keeps replaying this morning when he kissed your cheek like a broken record. it makes you feel like a pervert, thinking about the kiss as if it wasn't wonwoo, your best friend for life. plus, there's that itchy feeling that won't let up every time you think about him. "man, this sucks," you groan out, opening your phone, "and i still have to get ready for that date."Â
in an efffort to clear out the weariness you feel, you hop into the shower and take extra long in there, singing along to the new txt album and letting your worries wash away with the new vanilla scented body wash you'd bought earliere that week. without a doubt, you feel much better after, patting your damp skin down with some skincare.
that's when you're suddenly reminded of how last night wonwoo had crouched next to you, ridiculously focused on applying the products you handed him all over his face. he looked adorable, straining to get every pore covered as his fingers ran over his face. he had to squint of course since you'd told him you wouldn't stand him getting your precious skincare all over his glasses. after he was done, he'd elbowed you lightly, "how do i look?"Â
"so clean and healthy, my princess," you joked as you patted him on the head. the proud look on his face made you swoon a littleâ
what the actual fuck. "fuck," you curse out loud when you realize you'd lost your newly regained sanity to the walk down last night's memory lane. "what the fuck," you repeat under your breath as you through your last steps in a hurry. you feel yourself spiralling again when a ping on your phone saves you.Â
it's minghao.
minghao: afternoon, y/n! hope u slept well last night :)
minghao: just wanted to tell you i might be a little late cuz i forgot i had to run an errand for my mom! sorry
you melt a little at how sincere he is in informing you of every little change in your plans and can't help but feel a little guilty for viewing the date as a burden. that's right, you owed it to minghao to respect the date and approach it with an open mind. confusing feelings for your best friend for another day.Â
you: hey!! thx for telling me but don't worry about itÂ
you: i'll text you when i get there so you know where to find meÂ
minghao: that would be great yay
minghao: can't wait to see youÂ
you: me either :)Â
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minghao is amazing, exactly as you expected him to be. he shows up at the exact ETA he'd texted you earlier and not without a whole rose in his hand. when you turn impossibly red and shake his kindness away with a, "...but i didn't get you anything," he smiles and tells you to take it, "it's an apology for me being late to our first date."Â
you inwardly lose it over his emphasis on first date and calm yourself down, accepting the rose with a thankful smile. you had to keep it together if you want there to be another date, for real. he's incredibly sweet the whole time, walking through the museum at a comfortable pace â enough that you'd be able to admire the piece but not too long that you ended up staring into nothing.Â
after over an hour of perusing the museum's collection, your feet start to hurt a little, no thanks to the uncomfortable loafers you'd brought out for the special ocassion. it's like minghao senses your discomfort and offers to rest at the museum's in-house cafe and get some refreshments. "ahh, i'd love that," you mumble shyly, embarassed that he could see through you so well.Â
over coffee, you try not to stare at minghao, noticing the few strangers who would pass by your table and do a double take at the man in front of you. he did catch the eye, what with his blonde hair which sat just right by the nape of his neck. you couldn't think of the last time you'd seen someone pull off a mullet so well.
"sorry if i'm a little out of it today," minghao starts with a small smile, "i slept much later than i usually do because my friend came over without notice."
"wait, you won't believe it but something really similar happened to me last night too," you say with a grin. "what did your friend want?"Â
"really?" he asks with a similar smile. "also, well, he's not really a friend, more like a former roommate who can't get over the fact that i got a job and now have my own place. he likes to cope by barging in and having meals with me or watching a movie."
"wow, it's insane how similar your story is⊠my friend's still in college so he likes to also barge in and eat my food that i cook and watch stuff with me."
the two of you share a laugh, thrilled at the newfound similarity. "that's cool, we're like each other in a lot of ways, huh?"
"yeah, that's pretty cool," you agree. this is bad. you can't stop smiling. was minghao always this charming?
not that you would know, you remind yourself, laughing at his blunt sense of humour all throughout lunch, barely focused on the taste of the pasta minghao had ordered. you feel unlike yourself. like you're floating and all you could feel was minghao's magnetic charm, keeping you focused on him and him alone. or maybe that was the wine talking.Â
that's how you end up at your place, kissing his face, before you can comprehend the situation. "fuck," you breathe between kisses, "i don't usually kiss on the first date."Â
minghao pulls away with a small grin, "i don't either." with that, he kisses you again. and again. eventually, you make it to the couch, each somewhat recovering in their own way. now that you're back to your senses a little, you're more than glad things didn't go any further with minghao. it really was only the first date. you would hate to regret any of it later.Â
"oh, i'm so rude, i didn't even offer you a drink or anything," you stand up, embarassed, "can i get you something? water? tea? coffee? um, i also have beer but i don't know if that's to your taste."Â
minghao chuckles, "you don't have to worry, y/n. i'm good as it is."
"no, that won't do. we've been here for like 20 minutes and i haven't even gotten you water," you say, walking over to the kitchen.
"to be fair," you hear minghao say smugly, "we were kinda occupied for a hot second."
"...right," you mumble, reddening a little, "well, i'm gonna get you something whether you want it or not, so what will it be?"Â
"some tea would be great," he admits finally. "nice, two teas coming up in five," you call out. you spend another 30 minutes just talking to minghao over tea, when you hear a knock at your door. you frown.Â
you try to excuse yourself but minghao gets a phone call at that very second so you silently gesture to the door and he nods in understanding. you open the door and almost close it right back when you see wonwoo on the other side. he's grinning, all merry as if he didn't just interrupt your date.Â
"wonwoo?" you question, "can i help you?"
"wow, that's cold," he says. "am i interrupting something?"
"actually, yes. remember the date i had today?"
"i thought that was just some boring stuff like museum and italian food?? now, he's followed you home??"Â
you shush wonwoo urgently, thankful that minghao was still on the phone and couldn't hear his rude comments. "wonwoo, i'm busy. i'll hang tomorrowâ"
"no, i wanna say hi to your date," wonwoo declares, pushing by you and into the living room where minghao talking on the phone. "rude, bro's on the phone in the middle of a date."
before you can ridicule wonwoo's stupid reasoning, minghao turns around, apparently done with his call and raises a brow when he spots the new figure next to you. you grimace apologetically, "sorry, minghao, this is the friend i was telling you about earlier. i tried to stop him but he wanted to say hiâ"
"you've been badmouthing me behind my back?" wonwoo interrupts you with an unimpressed look, shaking his head. "whatever she's told you about me, i'm sorry. i'm wonwoo, nice to meet you."
minghao stands up and strides over to shake wonwoo's hand like the nice guy he is and introduces himself. "nice to meet you, too. i'm minghao."Â
"i just came by because we had plans tonight," he says, with a side glance at your perplexed face, "but i guess i must've gotten the time wrong or something."
"oh, no, no, you're probably right. i've been here longer than planned," wonwoo doesn't miss the small smile minghao throws at you. "but i should head out, too. i also have some guests coming over later tonight."
you look deflated at how things are going, "are you sure?" minghao nods as he gathers his things â things such as a brown leather jacket that looked more expensive than any item of clothing wonwoo owned â and heads for the door. you follow him like a lost puppy.Â
when you reach the door, out of wonwoo's earshot, you apologize to wonwoo again and he brushes your sorrys off, "don't worry about it. i'm the one who should be sorry for taking off like this. i would've liked to spend time with your friend."
"i don't know how that would've gone down," you say uneasily, "but thank you for today. really. it was great."
"i'm glad to hear that," minghao says with a grin. he reaches close and hugs you, a warmth radiating between you when he pulls away. "thank you for letting me take you out. i hope we can do it again some time." with that he places a kiss on your cheek and takes his leave.Â
once he's gone, you go back inside and sigh, a mix of feelings in your chest. on the one hand, you feel uneasy now that your date with minghao is over, doubtful of whether he really meant his words about wanting to go on another date with you. your past experience had taught you can never tell with men, even if they told you they loved spending time with you with the sweetest smile on their lips.Â
on the other hand, you were now alone with wonwoo, which was a whole another problem on its own. a problem you didn't feel equipped to handle right now. not when you still hadn't sorted your feelings about him out. whatever it was, it wasn't easy and it sure as hell didn't become any easier when wonwoo was staring you down, intently.Â
"...wonwoo," you start, voice low, "i'm really sorry but i don't have the energy for this right now. i just want to head to bed now."
wonwoo doesn't hide the look of hurt on his face. "what? it's like six right now."
"yeah, but i've had a long day andâ"
"is this because i interrupted your date with minghao?"
you feel an rush of annoyance rush to your head but reign it for the sake of your friendship. "it's not about anything other than the fact that i'm tired."
"you seemed perfectly energetic when minghao was here. why'd you invite him over anyway? i thought you kept it chill on the first date."Â
"well, have you considered that i just genuinely liked him enough to bring him over? more importantly, i don't see how any of this is your business, wonwoo."
"of course it is! i care about youâ"
"if you care about me, maybe don't cut my date short next time!"Â
the silence is resounding, following your silence and you hate yourself when you see the grave look on wonwoo's face. he was being for real right now. but you really can't bring yourself to understand him.
"wonwoo, i'm sorry, i just don't know what you want from me, okay? i thought you would support me when i'm finally have some luck finding a boyfriendâ"
"what i don't understand is why you want to find a boyfriend so bad. i think you're happy enough as it is and you only seem to become upset over men. why invite heartbreak into your lifeâ"
"because i'm a romantic, wonwoo. i just want to fall in love!" you tell him, "i got degree my parents wanted, settled for a job that makes me enough money and maybe a little happy sometimes, but the one thing i want to do for myself is find someone i can love. i want to experience love, at least once in my life. is that really so bad?"
wonwoo scoffs much to your utter disbelief, "some romantic you areâŠ"
"what the fuck did you just say?"Â
you see him visibly inhale deeply and sigh. "y/n, i don't have a problem with you finding love."Â
"really? because it sure looks like you do? i know you don't really care about love butâ"
"why would you think that?"Â
"well, have you ever been in love?" you ask him incredulously.Â
"of course i have!" he cries out, "i'm in love with you, y/n."Â
"you wouldn'tâ" you start when he says he's been in love and then stumble over your words when you hear his next words. you stop short with your mouth hanging open, "you'reâ wait, what?"
over the recent years, wonwoo had thought about whether his feelings really needed to be said out loud at this point â he felt like he was crazy obvious. but looking at the shocked look on your face right now, it was clear that if you would never have figured out his feelings without him telling you. which is fair, he can't expect you read people's minds but what really got his heart in a twist was the fact that you hadn't even remotely considered him liking you, which meant you were far from liking him back.Â
though this a fact he's gotten used to, he feels the sting stronger than usual, maybe because the last day has him confused. to be honest, when you'd kissed him without a warning, it got to his head. thought maybe he had a chance after all. it was that high he'd been riding the whole time; that morning when he shamelessly kissed your cheek, this evening when he invited himself into your place when he knew you had a date over.Â
but now he's positive he was delusional because all you have are platonic feelings for him at the end of the day.
"wonwoo, i'm sorry, i had absolutely no idea thatâ" you don't even know what to say, you cut yourself off, "i'm- i can't give you a clear answer right now. but if you give me some time, i promise i can."
"you don't have to answer me, y/n," wonwoo says with a bittersweet smile, "i know how you feel about me. but i had to tell you at least once before i gave up. i don't want you to feel burdened by my confession, justâ why don't you forget about it?"
you blink at his words slowly, "butâ"
"i should probably leave," he says, "i've long overstayed my welcome here." with that, he heads for the door, not heeding your requests for him to wait a second, "sorry for ruining your date by the way," he calls out as he leaves without another glance.Â
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it takes you a whole day of overthinking your entire life â after all, that's how long you'd known wonwoo now â to come anywhere close to an answer. and really, it's not much. so far this is what you have:Â
a week ago, you had never once considered wonwoo as more than a friend. maybe the best friend you'd ever have, perhaps a rare and special connection that you wouldn't have with another person. while the idea had come up, through other people doubting the purely platonic nature of your relationship, you had truly never entertained the thought. not because you had something against it, but because you were convinced a link like the one you had with wonwoo was only possible in a friendship.Â
but then last night had happened, and something had possesed you to kiss him on the cheek â that something might've something to do with the itch in your body every time he was closer than normal, something to do with the way you'd been captivated by his sleeping form.Â
and reflecting back, you were dumbfounded by how many times wonwoo had tried to hint at his feelings. a few years ago, when you'd gotten drunk with friends back in college, they'd dared wonwoo to kiss the person he liked and he'd politely declined, muttering that he couldn't kiss someone who was being pursued by someone else. as it turns out, and as you had been too stupid to realize, you had been the only one there in a talking stage with a guy you'd met at your part-time job.Â
then, there was the way he always responded to you quickly, no matter what, ready to do things he was otherwise reluctant to do. always asking to spend time, always trying to stay close. there was also the eye-contact that he barely made with other friends, even other people â the way you'd look at him to find him already looking at you.Â
"i'm an idiot," you tell yourself as you stare at wonwoo's contact on your phone, wanting to hear his voice but not when you still were so undecided.Â
that's how it gets all the way to friday and you still haven't reached out to wonwoo. if you're daft reaction to his feelings hadn't closed the deal, your radio silence for the past week sure did. but unwilling to accept that truth, you call him, only a little surprised when he doesn't pick up.Â
he must be mad, you think. but as much as that thought scares you, you can't stand giving up already. you end up making your way to his college campus, hoping he'd be in his room, even though it was 6 on a friday night.Â
uncertainly, you knock on his door. and then louder a few more times when you don't hear a response. you're close to giving up and walking yourself home when you hear faint voices inside. "--sick of you making me open the door every timeâ" it's wonwoo's roommate, mingyu. he stands before you, in boxers and incredibly shirtless, and you think you should've at least texted wonwoo that you were coming over.Â
but despite your apprehensions, mingyu doesn't seem embarassed, just amused. "oh? it's noona."Â
you can't help but smile lightly at mingyu's use of the honorific, as if you weren't only a few months older than him. but him continuing the yearslong tradition reassured you, though you were sure he'd heard some foul things about you from wonwoo over the past few days.Â
"hey, mingyu," you wave uncertainly, and try to get a look into the room past him with no avail, "sorry to show up like this, but is wonwoo around? i was trying to reach out to him but he didn't pick up."Â
"ah, right, wonwooâŠ" mingyu says as if he didn't quite know who you were talking about. you can see the gears turning in his head, probably considering if he should tell you the truth or not. the choice is made for him when wonwoo's voice reaches you. he's screaming, "KIM MINGYU, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS BACK RIGHT NOWâ WE'RE FUCKING LOSING OUR LEAD BECAUSE OFâ"Â
you stifle a laugh at mingyu's guilty expression. "right, so he is here," you comment in what you hope is a neutral tone. "you think i can see him?"Â
he pauses, looking unsure, "listen, i don't know the full details of what happened with you guys, but wonwoo's been really quiet the past week and i'm not sure if seeing you right nowâ if he's in the right state of mindâŠ"Â
"is that soâŠ" you mumble disheartenedly, though this was a fact that you yourself had been grappling with. "i guess i should leave him alone, then." you're about to take your leave when an arm drapes itself over mingyu's bare shoulder, wonwoo's face poking into your view.Â
you freeze up when you lock eyes with wonwoo's face, his smile visibly disappearing. "y/n? what're you doing here?"Â
"i was justâ" you rub your neck, looking away in an attempt to come up with a credible excuse, "i was just taking a walk around here and thought i'd drop by to say hi. but um, since you guys seem busy, i'll just find another time. anyway, good night!"Â
with that, you take yourself out of their sight, rushing down the stairs to the room so fast that you almost trip over and die. thankfully though you've made it to the door that leads out without actually leaving a crime scene on the poor residents' hands.Â
"y/n! wait!"Â
you stop in your tracks when wonwoo's voice echoes in the stairwell and almost lose all feeling in your knees when you see him run after you, out of breath. "god, woman, since when have you been this fast?"
"sorry," you say quietly, though you're not sure why you're apologizing.Â
"can we talk?"Â
you look up at him in surprise, "...that should be my line."
"i know, gyu told me why you actually came by," wonwoo admits with a deep sigh, "that idiot, i can't believe he tried to shoo you away without even letting you in. sorry about him."
"no, he was just trying to protect your peace. i get it."
"really? in what world is keeping a guy from the girl of his dreams 'protecting his peace'?"
you gasp at wonwoo's blatant admission and swallow against the lump in your throat. wonwoo looks tired, you can tell from the bags under his eyes and the way his shoulder is set, and you feel guilty for adding to his exisiting stress. you owe it to him to give him a proper closure.Â
"wonwoo, i'm so sorry i didn't reach out to talk this past week. i was just so in my head figuring things out and i kept losing the guts to face you. i truly can't express how much i treasure what we have, and honestly, i'm starting to doubt if it was always platonic. because somewhere along the way, i got so used to being around you, i didn't think about what it meant to be that close to someone.
"that being said, i still can't wrap my head around how i feel. i know it's not the clear answer i promised you, but if you give me a little bit more time, i will be able to think it through. but i understand if you wanna keep your distance with me while i do that. sorry."Â
"why do you keep apologizing?" wonwoo asks you, brows set in confusion, "you're maybe the sweetest person ever to even think so hard about your feelings for me. and i understand if you need time, it's years' worth of feelings after all⊠but, there's one thingâŠ"Â
you perk up at the last part of his words, "yeah, what is it?"
"i don't think i can keep my distance from you," he says, eyes dropping to his feet for a few beats before meeting yours again, "i thought about it and honestly, the worst thing about the past week was that i couldn't just thoughtlessly intrude into your house and eat with you after a long day. maybe that's on me for having quality time as my love language, but god, y/n, i think i'd be a miserable man if i had to live without you."
"wonwoo, iâŠ"Â
"i'm warning you, if you say sorry one more time, i'm gonna do something bad. plus, i feel much lighter now that the cat's out of the bag. i can finally be the truest version of myself around you."
swallowing the millionth apology on your tongue, you say, "then let's not avoid each other. maybe spending time with you will help me understand how i feelâ" you stop yourself mid-sentence when you hear what it sounds like, "wait, no, that sounds insensitive⊠what i meant wasâ"
"wait, no, you might actually be onto something," wonwoo says and you feel a chill run down your spine at the smirk that takes hold over his face. "perhaps i can find a way to make you sure about me? like, seduce you?"
"what? that's not what i was suggestingâ"Â
"i know but it's what i am suggesting!" he says, slowly closing in on you, hand coming to rest atop your head. "maybe i can finally let go and do the impulsive things i've wanted to doâ don't worry, all within a limit, of course. think of it as the talking stage?"Â
"the talking stage?" when he puts it like that, you can see some reason behind it. it wasn't serious enough to be a relationship but still served as a step up from your normal friendship with wonwoo. "i guess that wouldn't be not fineâŠ"
"wouldn't be not fineâŠ" wonwoo repeats your words under his breath, "so you're fine with it??" he sighs in relief, fingering coming to brush through your hair before they returned by his side. "alright then! glad we came to an understanding! now, i'm sorry i must excuse myself for i promised kim mingyu i'd be back at game night in no time."Â
"oh yeah, you should definitely get back to game night," you say with a soft smile, but then catch him by the wrist as he turns around, "oh, wonwoo! thanks for letting me say my thing, by the way⊠and i'm sorry."
he sighs lowly at that, pulling you into a hug, "what did i say about apologizing again? now i have to do a bad thing or i'll be someone who doesn't keep his word." before you can protest, he pulls apart and leans in close to kiss your cheek. then he kisses your other cheekâ and then, your forehead. you're turning beet red by the time he stops at your nose, laughing at your struck expression. "alright, now we're good. and i should be the one thanking you for taking my feelings seriously. i'll see you later, yeah? we should do something tomorrow since it's a saturday."Â
"yeah," you agree and give him a slight push away, "okay, now go do your thing with mingyu or he's gonna hate me even more."
"he doesn't hate you, he's justâ"
"don't wanna hear it! go play your games, gameboy!"Â
"alright, miss, whatever you say."
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"watch it," wonwoo warns you, eyes fixed on your screen, "no, no, don't go that way, the turret's gonna hit you."
"i don't understand," you whine, "there's too many things on my screen."Â
when you'd agreed to let wonwoo teach you how to play one of his favorite games, league of legends, you hadn't forseen the amount of stress would running in your veins. your head hurts and your vision is blurry. you've just started and you're only up against the easiest level of bots but every time you step outside the safety of your base, you seem to get immediately obliterated.Â
"okay, y/n, here, let me show you," wonwoo shifts closer to you and if anything, it makes it harder to focus when you feel his shoulder come to rest against yours. at the same time, his warmth soothes you somewhat when he calmly instructs you where to go and how to attack the enemy. his tips help you drastically and in the next ten minutes, you've gotten to the enemy's turret, eventually scoring a kill.
"wonwoo! i got my first kill! did you see that?" you turn to him with a bright grin and find him sporting a similar grin, his hand coming to pat your head. "you did so well!"Â
that's how you slowly make it through the first game, securing a victory, mostly thanks to wonwoo's overpowered skills, destroying his own lane and getting to the base in no time. "god, you're such a show-off," you mumble when you see the dramatic difference in KDAs on the final stat summary page. "i don't think i was built to be a gamer."Â
"now why would you say that?"
"look at me, woo! i'm sweating my balls off and that was only against bots! i won't last a day in the real world," you complain with a pout, "plus my fingers aren't fast like yours. i take forever to cast my skill and by that time, it's too late."
"y/n, it took me like a week of playing to get my first kill against a bot," wonwoo tells with a grimace, "so the fact that you got through that with a decent KDA is incredible. and my fingers got because i played so much, i didn't get good in a day."
you sigh, resting your head on the couch, "hmm, you have a point."
"but we can call it day if you're tired," he says with a smile, coming back to rest his shoulder next to you and following your resting figure, "thanks for trying though."
"it was fun, but i'm gonna need a week before i can touch this game again."
you feel the laugh that leaves wonwoo in your own chest, the sound filling you with his joy, as if it were your own. without thinking about it, you shuffle closer to him, a soft sigh escaping you when you feel his bicep harden against your arm.Â
"you good?" he asks you in a low voice when you stay unmoving for a while. you nod with your eyes still closed. "i'm doing great," you say, "just recharging." when wonwoo doesn't say anything in response, you take a peek at him to see him looking at you sideways, with a goofy smile.Â
"mind telling me why you're looking at me like that?"Â
"nothing, i just thought it was cute how you volunteered to play league for our date when you don't even know how to play."
you flush, "well, i figured i'd have you teaching me the ropes. and i've been wanting to play with you because you said it's one of your favorite games."Â
"that's sweet of you, isn't it?" wonwoo says, unable to stop smiling. "you always treat me so well."Â
"i do, for some reason. it's almost like i'm attached to my best friend or something."
you bite your tongue when you accidently let the words slip, tensing up as you start to correct yourself. "i didn't mean it likeâ"Â
"y/n, don't worry about it," wonwoo shushes you with the same smile he's had this whole time. "i know what you meant. and i'm flattered."Â
you sigh in relief as you drop your eyes to your lap, fiddling with your fingers, somewhat nervous for no real reason all of a sudden. maybe it's because you're conscious of wonwoo, afraid to slip up again and say something hurtful.
"you don't have to be so careful around me, you know?" he starts, "i've lived with this feelings for a while so it takes a lot for me to sway. and remember no matter what happens between us, i'm always gonna be your friend at the end of the day."Â
"thank you for saying that," you say quietly, eyes still on your hands, feeling guilty.Â
"hey, at least look at me if you want to show your gratitude."
"i can't. i'mâŠ" you trail off, and then, "i'm sorry."Â
"there it is again," wonwoo groans, "now you've done it. i'll have to punish you again for apologizing." his hand comes to rest atop your restless ones, slowly stopping your uneasy movements and intertwining his fingers with yours. and then steadily, he takes your hand close to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the knuckles. "the more you say sorry, the more i'm gonna have to work harder to make sure you fall in love with me, okay? and it's honestly pretty bad for my heart if i keep having to do things like this, so spare me."
bad for your heart? you question him in your head but don't voice iti, shaking your head at wonwoo's sly words. "you're insane," you murmur.Â
"alright, that's more like it."Â
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the following week, you see new sides of wonwoo because he takes it on himself to do all kinds things that are out of the blue for him. for one, he's been labelling every hang-out as a date, even when that day entailed perfectly normal activities you'd done a million times over with him. "it's an attempt to rewire your brain," he tells you with a foxy grin, "i'm making sure you don't forget to view me as a love interest."
speaking of love interests, he'd been straightforward with you that if you wanted to go out with minghao that would be fine. but you'd declined the possibility because you wouldn't know what to do with yourself around him now that you were immersed in the uncertainties of your relationship with wonwoo. and on thinking long and hard about the date with minghao, you'd gotten the feeling that you were interested in his looks more than anything. sure, he'd been so charming but it was wonwoo that was keeping you up at night.Â
that's why you find a way to turn him down when he asks if you'd like to go on another date with him:
minghao: hey, y/n! there's a night market near where i live this weekend
minghao: i've never been able to go but i've heard it's super pretty
minghao: so i was wondering if you'd like to come with me? :)Â
you: hey, minghao
you: i'm sorry, i don't think i can see you again
you: i really enjoyed our date but there's someone else i'm talking to atm
minghao: oh
minghao: i see
minghao: dw about it! it was nice to see you either way!minghao: but just out of curiosity, is this new person your friend from the other day?
you: huh??
minghao: you know the one who came to your place when i was over
you: âŠit is him
you: how'd u know
minghao: hehe i just got a vibe
minghao: he looked at you like you were lovers in another lifetime
you: girl whatÂ
you: i mean that's so sweet but really?? didn't he just look at me like i was going to feed him for the night?
minghao: no way, when a guy looks at u like that⊠i don't know how else to say it but he'd love if you were a worm
you: interesting
you: thanks? idk
you: you're cool for a guy that just got rejectedÂ
minghao: it's ok, i'm sure i can land another date in time for the night market ;)
you: of course you canÂ
you: goodnight minghao :)
minghao: night, y/n! maybe we'll meet as friends somedayÂ
you: maybeâŠ
"damn it, he's smoothâŠ" wonwoo whines when you show him your screen the next day, only after you've made him promise you that he wouldn't jump to conclusions. "i don't think i can stand you being friends with him. like ever."
"wonwoo, i don't think that's gonna happen. but even if it did, i don't know, i think he'd make a great friend."
"oh he most definitely would. that's precisely the problem. i can't be outdone by another man like that," he says in a ridiculously grave tone, "he's too cool. i wouldn't stand a chance against him."
"you realize that the only reason i'm not going on that date with him is because i'd rather go on a date with you?" you poke wonwoo's arm with a soft smile.
the man hesitates, processing your words before a smile breaks out onto his face. "waitâ i mean, of course i know i'mâ wait, does that mean youâ?"
"i'm in love with you, wonwoo. i think i've always been. i was just too much of an idiot to understand it."
wonwoo's imagined you saying something along these lines a lot but what he's been far more prepared for is you rejecting him. for the longest time, he's lived with the reality of you not reciprocating his feelings and that's honestly what became normal for him along the way. so when you look into his eyes, it's like you're looking into his soul and leaving him completely starstuck. all he can see is you before him for a solid few seconds before he truly comprehends you.Â
"don't look so shocked! i thought this whole week was for this exact outcome!" you laugh at his speechlessness.Â
"right," wonwoo swallows against his dry throat, suddenly shyer than he's ever been, "i'm just shocked. i didn't expect for it to actually work? i don't know, are you sure you love me? it's not just as a friend? like, i'd understand if it's just because we've known each for the longest time and seen each other through hard times."
"wonwooâŠ" you exhale, "are you rejecting my feelings right now?"
"no! of course not!"
"then why are you doubting me? i know how i feel about you. that's the whole reason why i took so long to give you an answer."
"i know," his gaze drops to the floor, head reeling a little. this is what he's wanted deep down for the longest time so he can't help but feel like he's dreaming right now.Â
when you hear the doubt in his voice, you take his face in your hands, forcing him to look back at you. "wonwoo," you shake him, "i love you." you peck him on the nose. "i want you to be my boyfriend, if you'll have me."
"of fucking course," wonwoo seems to return to his senses when you press your lips against his skin. cheeks red and eyes wide, his hands find your body, fingers already by your jaw, pulling you closer. "i love you so much, i think it'll kill me one day. but for now i think being your boyfriend will do."Â
you giggle at his dramatic statement and close the distance between you, feeling the warm of his breath like never before. he kisses you back immediately, letting out a low groan at the action, the hand at your waist, squeezing you lovingly.Â
"can't believe i waited so long to do that," he says when the two of you pull back.Â
you kiss his cheek with a soft mewl, "you're so warm, woo."Â
"am i?" he wonders, arms moving on their own as they bring you closer to his chest. he kisses your forehead, "now we can both be warm."Â
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"okay, okay, i'm ready to leave," you call out victoriously as you step out into the living room. wonwoo looks up from the projector screen where he's currently rewatching a run-through of a new game was gonna try out for his channel. but he immediately loses the smart comment he was gonna throw out there when he sees you, all dolled up and showing off the dress you're wearing with a smug smile.
it's a simple blue dress with a modest neck and long skirt that hugged your hips perfectly. and it also happened to be the dress wonwoo's birthday gift to you last year. you'd worn it out with him before but this is definitely the first time you'd taken it out on a proper date. and how appropriate for it to be a date with wonwoo himself.Â
"you like?" you ask him as you walk closer to him, running a hand through his hair.Â
"i love," he replies instantly, arm coming to your lower back, "you look heavenly. god, do we have to go out? i don't mind just staying here and watching you in this dress."
"no," you decline his ridiculous request firmly, "i've been wanting to visit this bookstore for the past year. so i'm sorry, love, but you'll have to do with watching me read if you really want to be creepy."
"it's not creepy if i'm your boyfriend, is it now?"
"...maybe."
"alright, i think i'm good to go then! let's go!"Â
at the bookstore, you genuinely have to shake wonwoo off your back and force him to find a book he likes before you leave. he complains and whines about how he just wants to enjoy his girlfriend's taste in books but when he does finally wander off, you find him engrossed in a book he found in the science-fiction section.
you sneak up onto him with a grin, "enjoying yourself?"
he looks up, "...surprisingly. but only because i got kicked outâŠ"
"you wanna get that?" you ask him, taking a glance at the book cover. "just drop in here," you show him your basket that already has a couple of your picks in it.
"you're buying?"
"mhm, think of it as a token of our first real date?"
wonwoo smiles, eyes bright, "alright then. thanks."Â
after that, the two of you walk over to the restaurant wonwoo had had reservations at. it was also a fairly new place but had gotten popular for being a couples' hot spot. and wonwoo understands why when the waiter shows you to your table for the nightâ it's secluded by a corner on the porch, with nothing but a candle illuminating the surroundings.Â
"ah, we can also move the table so that both chairs are next to each other?" the waiter says with a polite smile, "would you like that?"
"yes, please!" wonwoo calls out enthusiastically and you squeeze his hand with a chuckle as the waiter nods and shifts for the rearrangement.Â
"this is perfect," he says when you sit next to him. "this way, i can still hold your hand," he mutters.Â
"you're cute," you tell him with a soft grin, "i love you."
wonwoo leans in to kiss your lips softly, leaving you a little breathless when he slips in a quiet, " and i love you more than you could imagine."Â
author's note:
oh my god this fic took everything out of me to get out there... took a whole entire week but she's here, i really hope you guys like it!! i'm really down bad for wonwoo recently, to the point that he might've joined my bias line haha... more reason why tomorrow's gonna kill me. honestly though, this man will keep me going through some tough times (aka jeonghan and wonwoo shortage).
also, i lowkey fell in love with minghao while writing him here so expect a fic soon??? lol idk for a moment there i was confused who this fic was really for (sorry wonwoo i love u tho). as always, thank you for reading and i love reading what you think so please do let me know <3
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Those prompts are so good omg⊠what if smut 38 and 15 with az !?
Midnights
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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader
Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, oral (fem recieving), mentions of weed and alcohol, pining if you squint
Summary: You absolutely cannot sleep, and of course you're out of all of your usual sleep-remedies. Who would be awake at this hour anyway to ask for help? You don't need to think long -- the answer comes through your phone at the moment you needed it.
SRâs Note: Thank you anon for the request and for your patience -- this uses prompts #15 and #38! Enjoy, xoxo
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Every night it was the same -- you'd always end up being scheduled late at the bar, which of course meant getting home at an ungodly hour, thus leaving you to finally lie down in bed in the very early hours of the morning.
You didn't complain; the cash folded neatly inside your bulging wallet kept you quiet about that, especially considering it was a Friday night and the customers at the bar were feeling rather generous tonight.
Although you made enough in tips on top of what you'd earned each hour, it almost made up for the job at hand. Sure, you'd spent your paid eight hours mixing and whisking away at drinks; but you'd also conversed, brought up the energy, and had to play off the frequent attention you'd recieved shift after shift.
There were only so many responses that you could come up with to "let me get your number, baby!" that were light-hearted and fun, but still dodgy enough that you didn't actually need to give it out. Can't hurt a male's ego too bad, if you piss someone off too much, it could cost you a job.
Overall, it was just exhausting.
Nonetheless -- you flipped back and forth between your sheets, desperately searching for sleep; a concept that seemed just out of reach as your eyes fluttered open for the hundredth time, no matter how many times you'd forced them shut.
Reaching toward your bedside table, you clicked the power button on your phone, the bright screen in your dark room causing you to squint at the intensity. 2:53 AM. Why couldn't you fall asleep?
Sighing, you place your phone in its original spot, flopping onto your back and running a hand over your face. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do. You'd used the last of the sleepy tea that your best friend gave you -- Nesta swore by it -- and were out of weed, which always relaxed you enough that you may drift off easier.
Nesta was for sure asleep by now. She already chastized you for your plans to not attend training with her in the morning -- forgive you, that you'd choose to spend your Saturday morning sleeping in rather than watch her and her boyfriend pretend not to undress eachother with their eyes, thank you -- so, at this hour, she would be long asleep.
As you're racking your brain, your phone buzzes beside you. You reach for it once more, turning the brightness down to see the screen more clearly.
Wow. A message from the last person you'd expect tonight.
You up?
You read the text again, and again, looking up at the name and back at the gray text bubble to make sure you're seeing straight.
I am...
You stare at your phone screen blankly, waiting a few moments before three little dots pop up.
I can't sleep.
You probably should, you type back. Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?
Considering the sounds from down the hallway... I don't think anyone is going to be awake tomorrow morning for training.
You bite your bottom lip, chewing on the skin. So... Nesta definitely was awake. Awake, but... busy. You could just text her instead, ask her for some more of her tea. She would be able to get it to you, seeing as she isn't getting any shut-eye.
But, instead, you type back.
Want to come over?
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You're rushing around your bathroom, brushing your hair and spraying yourself with perfume when you hear a light tapping on your window. It's then that you look up, meeting your own eyes in the mirror, and scowl. He's just an acquaintence, you think to yourself. Why stress so much over how you look?
Maybe, because he is handsome.
Come on, you mentally slap yourself. You've met him only a few times anyway. He probably won't even care that much.
But you care. You really care-
It is 3 AM, he will understand.
You continue your mental battle in your head as you nervously pad over to your window, drawing the curtains and pushing the glass up. The moonlight bends around his hulking form -- and you can see his dark, touseled hair shining in the pale light. He tucks his wings behind him, leaning so suddenly close to climb through.
"Hey," he utters. You back up as he squeezes through, grunting when his feet finally hit the floor. You stare at him, looking up and down unabashedly. He has ditched his usual leathers for gray sweats, a cotton black tank, and tennis shoes.
Holy shit-
"Are you just gonna stare at me or..."
Your cheeks heat, and you quickly glance anywhere but him.
"No! Uh, no, I... welcome, uh..." you search for words, and he chuckles.
"You just get off work?" He asks, making way through your room for your living room. You trail behind him, your brow only furrowing slightly that you're following him through your apartment.
"Yes...?" You say. He plops down, making to untie his shoes and get comfy on the cushions. You simply watch in amusement, finding it rather hard to tear your eyes away from his massive biceps-
"Do you always stare or am I just now realizing it?" He teases again, kicking his final shoe off as he adjusts his hips on the couch. His arm lazily drapes over the back of it, and you scoff.
"No," you say defensively. "I am just amused that this is the first time you're in my apartment, and you are acting as if you've been here a hundred times before." You shrug, making way for the fridge.
"You got anything to drink?" He asks, changing the subject immediately. You reach inside, crouching to look between the shelves for anything other than the usual.
"Do you want alcohol? Or just a regular drink?" You ask. Azriel chuckles again, and you poke your head out for just a moment to see him smiling lightly at you and shaking his head.
"Ahh," he sighs. "You're a funny girl, Y/N." You raise an eyebrow.
"Just a normal drink, please. Don't want to be too fucked up if I'm going to try and fly out of here later." He reasons. Your heart sinks just a tiny bit at that, wishing he'd stay.
Don't be delusional.
"Water it is." You pull too bottles from the shelf, tossing one to him. He catches it, uncapping and taking a few long drinks before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You try not to stare again as you make your way to the couch beside him.
"So..." You say awkwardly, reaching for the remote to click on the TV. "What made you uh," you smile nervously. "What made you text me of all people in the middle of the night?"
Azriel shrugs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I mean, I told you about your friend and Cass. I hate when they wait so late to start with... you know... whatever they do," he avoids the word.
"Fucking?" You raise an eyebrow, and his eyes meet yours.
"Uh... yeah. That." He coughs, and you smirk, clicking through the suggested shows on Hulu.
"Still doesn't explain why you came here though. Don't you have like, a million friends? Or, a girlfriend or something? I thought you and-"
"Nahh, nah." He interjects, shaking his head. "Just the Inner Circle. Well, them and now you, I guess, since Nesta started bringin' you around."
Your heart swells, the mini-crush on this handsome male from training only growing with every minute he spends on your couch.
"I knew it'd be quieter here, I guess." He says in finality.
You pause, crossing your legs and turning to face him.
"And, how would you know that?"
"Know... what?" He asks.
"Know it would be quiet here?"
He looks side to side, playing with the silver band on his finger. "I don't know, I mean, why wouldn't it be?"
You frown. "Did you just assume I didn't have some else I was spending my time with?" His head tilts to the side in consideration.
"You know what I mean. Fucking?" A light rosy blush fans across his cheekbones, and he shakes his head.
"No, I uh, I didn't think you had anyone here. I know you didn't, actually, um, Cassian told me-"
"Told you what." You demand, inching closer and closer. The smell of mist and cedar infiltrates your senses, and you have to remind yourself to remain steadfast.
"He... he told me you weren't seeing anybody. Haven't been, for a while, actually." You pause, staring into his hazel eyes that search yours.
"Wait, what?" You say. His hand on the back of the couch slides to meet your bare arm, and you almost shudder at the contact. "W-why would he tell you that?" You ask.
Azriel leans closer, his pupils dilating with every inch he draws nearer. He's so close that you can count every light freckle on his nose, see every fracture of color in his irises -- so close, just an inch or two more and his inviting lips would be on yours.
"Because I asked him. About you." His hand on your shoulder slowly trails up, brushing across your shoulder and snaking down toward your hip. You only now realize the position you're in -- you're practically atop him, he casually leans back against the L-shaped couch, and you've all but crawled between his legs and sat in his lap at this point.
"Why ask..." you trail off, and his other hand moves to brush a fallen strand of hair from your forehead. He smiles softly up at you, his thumb brushing against the swell of your cheek.
"I had to know if I actually had a chance," he whispers, his fingers lightly holding your jaw and pulling you down to him. "Before I did this."
His lips were definitely inviting. Warm, and soft as they slid across yours, fitting perfectly against the skin of your own. He held you firmly, pulling you closer so that you were in fact straddling him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping across your bottom lip. You allowed him in, your own dancing with his in a tango of passion as his fingers gripped your hip tighter. His other hand roamed downward, first, lightly gripping the column of your throat. You softly moaned into his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss.
His fingers kept travelling, down, down, over the curve of your breast, where he squeezed lightly before finding purchase on your other hipbone. You fingers tangled in his hair, softly skating through the strands as you continued to relish in the taste of him.
"Sweet thing," he pulls back, only slightly breathless as his half-lidded eyes meet yours. You gulp a few lungfuls of air in, and match his gaze, which is focused on your pelvis, unsubconciously moving in small circles atop his lap. He looks up at you again, chuckling before connecting your lips once more.
"You can't," he breaks the kiss for a breath. "...keep doing that..." He goes back in for more, his hands snaking behind you to grip your ass. You squeak, and he grins slyly at you. "...I can't fuck you on the first night, Y/N," he says, his gaze finding yours again. Oh, how good your name sounds coming from his lips...
"You'll see me for more than just one night?" You ask, and his eyes soften as he pulls you in for another quick peck.
"I'd like to see you every night, if you'd allow me." You giggle, and he smiles warmly up at you before pressing a trail of sweet kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your jawline in a descent over the column of your neck. He lightly bites on the junction between your neck and shoulder, eliciting another soft whine from you.
"Azriel..."
You can feel the pressure between your legs only growing, the thin material of his sweatpants the only barrier between your cotton shorts and his hardening length. He pulls back, his hands lifting you off of him for a moment as he slides down to lay flat on the couch.
"Az... what-"
"Sit on my face, baby." He asks, his fingers tugging on your hips as he adjusts his wings underneath him. Your eyes widen, and he pulls on the waistband of your shorts. "Please... I want to take care of you."
You stand, shucking off your tiny shorts and watch as he marvels at the thong you had on underneath. You peel if from you, discarding them before returning to position yourself right over his awaiting mouth.
"Mmm," he hums, his lips kissing the inside of your thighs softly as you tremble over him. You can feel your arousal leaking from your core, surely trailing down your inner thighs at this point, and you place your hands on the back of the couch as his deliciously rough hands grip your ass again.
"So fucking perfect Y/N..." he mumbles, licking a slow stripe between your folds that has you gasping. "So fucking wet, just for me."
His lips press into you, his tongue working to stimulate every last nerve ending you have down there as you grip the back of the couch, whining and panting pathetically above him. His hands search across your ass, gripping your hips, and holding your thighs wide for him when you try to close them around his head.
"Fuck, Azriel... eating me so good..." you cry out as his lips find your clit, sucking on it harshly without warning. You feel the liquid fire in your lower belly being set ablaze, growing hotter and hotter with each expert flick of his tongue against your dripping heat-
"Mhmm, you like it when I eat you out?" He mumbles, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as his tongue dodges in and out of your core.
"Fuck! Please... oh Gods.. yes Az-" you pant, your hands braced behind you on his thighs as your eyes look down to meet his. Your met with a sinister stare as his mouth detaches from you one last time.
"Come for me, sweet girl," he commands. You cry out desperately, his tongue so deep inside you that his nose nudges your clit with each minstration. A few more swipes of his lips against your pussy, and you're coming undone.
"Azriel!" You groan, your lower half slightly shaking as your orgasm shoots through you. His hands hold you in place over him, his tongue licking up every last drop of you that spills out before kissing your inner thighs one more time.
He delicately lifts you off of him, laying you down on the cushions as he stands up beside the couch, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on him, and he allows you to by kissing you longer, and longer...
"Sweet girl," he pulls back, his hand cupping your cheek lightly. You gaze up at him, all the adoration in the world as his chin glistens in the moonlight with your essence. "Tell me where I can find you a towel?"
Your heart melts, and you silently point to the bathroom. He makes his way over, coming back a few moments later with a warm rag to help clean you up. You move to take it from him, but he only shakes his head at you.
"I said I would take care of you," he offers. You stare at him, bewildered where your night has gone and what all has come out of it. Once you're clean, he simply picks you up in his arms, carrying you gently to your bed before resting you upon it and tucking the covers around you comfortably.
"Az," you reach for him when he moves to leave your bedside, and he turns to face you once more.
"Yes?" He asks. You grab his hand, pulling him close to you.
"Please, stay?"
He sighs, running a hand through his hair again. "You know I want to-"
"So stay," you cut in.
"We haven't even had a first date yet," You can practically see the war in his eyes, but reluctantly, he folds his wings in close and walks around to the other side of the bed and pulls the blankets back.
"I don't want you to think this is just for the night," he continues, nuzzling in close and pulling you flush against his chest. "I want things to be more than... just, something for one night, Y/N."
"I do too Az, really," you kiss his cheek, and he grins.
"And, I promise, I won't think its just for one night. I'll trust you," you say, and his fingers roam over your bare bottom, resting comfortably there as his heavy-lidded stare meets yours once more before you drift off in his warm embrace.
"As long as you come back tomorrow."
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pairing: seungkwan x reader
content: dramatic but softie bf!kwanđ„č
a/n: he kept appearing on my tl so i took it as a sign and wrote this lmao. love you, my tangerine!
you were already half-awake when you heard someone knocking on your bedroom door.
"yn?" you immediately recognized your boyfriend's voice. "it's me, seungkwan."
but instead of getting up, you stayed buried in your sheets and even covered your face with a pillow to block the sunlight that's seeping through your window sill.
"are you there?"
you still didn't respond. this obviously bothered him so he opened the door very slowly. he peeked inside only to find you still halfway in dreamland.
"i can't believe you!" he dramatically gasped and marched towards your bed. "why are you still not ready?"
"why are you here?" you asked groggily. you actually know the reason why he came but you always found it cute when he's annoyed so you acted like you totally forgot.
of course, you succeeded because his mouth went wide open and he was shaking his head in disbelief.
"why am I here?" he repeated your question and pettily grabbed the pillow away from your face. "are you seriously asking me that? we agreed to go out today yn! i can't believe you forgot!"
"i thought we were going out on the weekends."
"it's already saturday yn!" he replied while pouting and giving you that particular stare which screams, 'i am so done with you!'
"i'm sorry babe," you finally apologized because it was really your fault for not waking up early. "i didn't forgot. i am just too sleepy since I slept late last night."
his mood instantly shifted from being annoyed to worried. he carefully settled himself on the side of your bed and extended his hand to caress your face lightly.
"then do you want us to just stay here? I can let you rest the whole day. we can have our date on another day." he said it so sweetly it almost melted your heart. it might seem like he's the dramatic one most of the time but he's actually very considerate to you and your needs.
"of course not. we should go," you said indignantly. you were looking forward to this day since you haven't had a real date for a while because you have been both busy with work for the past weeks, especially seungkwan. with their group having a comeback, his schedule was really tight.
"are you sure?"
when you nodded in confirmation, he instantly flashed that cute smile of his. seriously, why is everything about him so adorable?
"okay then. you better get ready now!" he pulled both of your arms and eventually succeeded on making you get up. when you tugged his arm back, he stared at you with a confused expression. "what now?"
"can you turn around please?"
"what are you planning to do?" he asked you suspiciously and you can't help but let out a laugh.
"just do it please," it was obvious that he was still baffled but he exactly did what you asked.
"gosh yn! what are you--" he immediately complained when you suddenly rode his back.
"to the bathroom, please!" you squealed.
"you have your own feet, you know."
"i know. but I'm still so sleepy," you rested your head on his shoulders and pretended to close your eyes. he scoffed.
"you're such a baby," he grumbled but he still linked both of his arms to your legs so you won't fall.
"you still love me though."
ââĄâ
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đč đŹđźđ«đ©đ«đąđŹđ, đđđđČ.
đą â enha hyung line surprising you
hyung line đč fem reader , fluff , crying in heeseungs , riki in sunghoons , not proofread â 1.04k words
LEE HEESEUNG đč you had been eyeing the beautiful, limited edition vinyl record of your favorite artist for months, but you couldn't justify spending the money on it. your boyfriend, heeseung knew how much it meant to you, and he had been planning a surprise for a while.
you had just came home from work, slipping off your shoes and putting them to the side before dropping your keys on the counter. footsteps approaching as you made eye contact with heeseung. "hi my love, how was work?" he wasted no time to pull you into his arms, causing you to almost fall. "mm, it was good. went by smoothly so i didn't have to worry about anything." you looked up at him, tilting your head as he had this mischievous smile on his face.
"what'd you do.." you assumed something happened, heeseung, seemed to be offended by that. raising his hands with furrowed brows "woah hey! i didn't do anything, bad. at least, stay here okay?" he kissed your forehead, and you nodded. standing still.
heeseung eventually came back with a box perfectly wrapped in a silk pink bow. you at first, were a little worried. though you unwrapped it, your heart racing with anticipation. opening the box, you couldn't believe your eyes â it was the vinyl record you had been dreaming of.
tears of joy and gratitude filled your eyes as you looked up at heeseung. "how did you know?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion. heeseung just smiled and wiped a tear from your cheek, whispering, "i pay attention to the things that make you happy. i wanted to show you how much i love you, and how much your happiness means to me."
SIM JAEYUN đč jake had been planning a special surprise for your one-year anniversary. he knew how much you loved the idea of a romantic getaway, but you never had the chance to go on one due to your busy schedules.
on the day of your anniversary, jake handed you a small envelope with a mysterious smile. inside, you found two plane tickets to the beautiful beach destination you had always dreamed of visiting. "i know how much you've wanted to go there, and you've been talking my ear off about it." he nervously stuffed his hands in his pockets, slightly smiling.
"i asked your manager to let you get the week off. so you're all mine, love." he wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumbs rubbing your hips in circles. your heart swelled with gratitude and love as you hugged jake tightly. "i can't believe you did this," you whispered, looking back to the tickets.
"i wanted to make this anniversary unforgettable for you. i love you, and i want to create beautiful memories together that we can cherish forever."
PARK JONGSEONG đč you and your boyfriend jay had been talking about getting a pet for a while. you both loved animals and wanted to have a furry friend to share your life with. one saturday morning, jay asked you to get ready for a surprise outing, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
jay drove you to the local animal shelter, and as soon as you walked in, you knew what his surprise was. he had arranged for the two of you to adopt a puppy. "you're lying, right?" you questioned, all he did was shake his head as a response. a smile curling on your lips as you ran over to the dog section. your heart melted as you looked at the adorable puppies, and together, you saw a fluffy little shiba inu.
"isn't that one so cute?! can we get it, please?" you crouched down, looking at the baby through the glass pane that sadly seperated you two. "that is why we're here, c'mon, i'll go ask." he quickly made his way to speak to a worker, who gladly brought out the puppy who seemed to be more energetic now that he was free.
you sat on the floor playing and petting the dog as jay finalized the papers and payments, "baby, he's all yours now. you ready to go?" your eyes lit up, and jay swore he fell in love all over again. you picked up the puppy, ignoring everything around you as your only focus was the new furry friend.
PARK SUNGHOON đč you and your boyfriend step out of your apartment, well- more like sunghoon begged you to come outside. as you close the door, you make eye contact with ni-ki who appears from around the corner with a mischievous grin on his face. "hey, you two! check out what i've been working on," he says, gesturing towards a car parked nearby.
your eyes are immediately drawn to a beautiful pink car, its vibrant color shining under the sunlight. as you approach the car, you notice that it has a custom wrap, which ni-ki proudly points out that he made himself. "i helped sunghoon pick out the perfect gift for you, and i just had to add make sure it was special to you." he explains, clearly pleased with his handiwork.
sunghoon wraps his arm around your shoulder, the car keys dangling from his finger. "it's all yours, love. i wanted to surprise you with something special, and ni-ki's amazing wrapping skills made it even more perfect." you looked at the car, even seeing your name on the side.
"okay if this is a prank you have ten seconds to fess up." you turned to both of him, ni-ki looking so disappointed. "you really think i'd spend a year custom wrapping a car for you and making sure it was all pink?" he crossed his arms with a pout, "jeez yn, way to go.."
you could only laugh, bringing in the both of them for a hug. "okay, i love it! you both are the best." you gave them both a kiss on the cheek which ni-ki wiped off in disgust. "eww, i don't know what you do behind the scenes."
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The batkids mess up in their mission and now they want Damian to accept the blame for them (Damian is the youngest of them all, Bruce will never get too angry when is the youngest apologizing) how the batkids bribe Damian?
Steph: Heeey Dami, I might've done an oopsie on that Croc case. Do you mind taking the heat for me so I don't get benched again?
Damian: No.
Steph: Oh well. Guess I'll have to eat all these vegan waffles by myself.
Damian: Never mind, I reconsidered.
âââââââ
Duke: 'Sup.
Damian: What do you want?
Duke: Just someone to go to the arcade with tomorrow. I heard they have a Cheese Viking VR simulator.
Damian: I believe my schedule is open.
Duke: That's awesome! Too bad Bruce might make me clean the basement tomorrow after that botched stakeout.
Damian: I will take care of Father. You just make sure we are first in line when the arcade opens.
âââââââ
Tim: I messed up the Riddler mission.
Damian, on his phone: How unfortunate.
Tim: Can you take the blame? I don't wanna miss Kon's birthday on Saturday.
Damian: You know my rate.
Tim: *grumbles and writes a check*
âââââââ
Cass: Take my case?
Damian: I thought you already caught the suspect.
Cass: Wrong person.
Damian: What will you do for me?
Cass: Clean litterbox.
Damian: Deal.
âââââââ
Dick: Hey, Lil' D, can you do me a favor and gently let Bruce know that Two-Face skipped town before I could get to him?
Damian: Your Rogue, your problem.
Dick, pulling out a kitten from behind his back: Okay then, I guess I'll take Mr. Fluffykins back to that cold shelter.
Damian: Hand me that creature this instant and I will talk to Father for you.
âââââââ
Barbara: I need you to distract Bruce while I recover some files I accidentally lost.
Damian: *holds out his hand*
Barbara: *sighs and hands him a sketch pencil set*
âââââââ
Jason: I need you to convince Bruce that the explosion at Port Adams was not my fault.
Damian: Absolutely not.
Jason: I knew you'd say that, which is why I came prepared.
Jason: *reveals a bunch of knives under his jacket*
Jason: Take your pick.
âââââââ
Bruce: Wrong, wrong, wrong. Everything is all wrong and I want answers NOW.
Steph: *nudges Damian forward*
Bruce: Damian? Would you like to say something?
Damian: *glances back at his siblings before looking at Bruce*
Bruce, crouching down: Son, whatever you tell me, you know I'll always love you, right?
Damian: Brown's waffle mix was expired, Thomas lied about the Cheese Viking simulator, Drake's check bounced, Cain used the wrong litter brand, the kitten Grayson got was someone else's lost pet, Gordon's pencils were counterfeits from eBay, Todd's knives were plastic, and everyone failed their missions this week.
The batkids: *collective groan*
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a portrait of us - nine
a nanami x reader smau
masterlist
warnings: angst lol, slow burn, swearing, a little ooc, a typo or two
notes: 1.6k words and i am only a little sorry
nanami kento had no idea what he what he was doing.
he was not the kind of man who pursued a woman from a relationship that had ended over a decade ago, nor the type to follow one who vanished without a goodbye and hadnât spoken to him since. in truth, he wasnât one to chase after any woman at all. his life allowed no time for such foolishness, and he had yet to meet anyone else worthy of that time.
he also wasnât the type to deviate from his usual schedule and activities. for nanami, saturday evenings were reserved for a leisurely stroll through the park near his apartment, ending in a visit to the grocery store for fresh meat and produce. then, heâd return home to cook himself a hearty dinner, usually indulging in a favorite recipe but sometimes experimenting with a new one.
heâd relish his meal with a glass of expensive, but not too expensive, wine before indulging in a hot bath. his favorite ritual was finishing the bottle with a few chapters of a book while soaking in bath salts and lavender until the water turned cold.
if the book captivated him, heâd continue reading in bed; otherwise, he might watch a nostalgic movie in the living room. saturday nights were his sanctuary, a time to indulge in simple pleasures: fresh air, a home-cooked meal, wine, a book, and a restful night with no morning obligations.
that was absolutely not the case for nanami tonight.
he suspected he might be coming down with something, as he felt unusually off while scrutinizing his freshly trimmed hair in the mirror. this afternoon, he had an impulsive urge to tidy up his undercut and hairline. earlier that morning, he felt strangely compelled to invest in new clothingâa sage green linen blazer and ankle-length slacks, to be precise.
he donned his new outfit, carefully combing through his hair one last time. He wore his usual brown dress shoes, watch, and leather holster over his white shirt, carrying his blunt sword. nanami decided to forgo his beloved spotted necktie, instead folding it neatly into his blazerâs inner pocket, just in case. the outfit felt unfamiliar, and he wondered if the men in fashion magazines felt equally peculiar in such short pants.
nanami was now convinced he had caught a strange cold or flu. why was he wearing sage green? why had he purchased it, knowing heâd likely never wear it again? why was he grabbing a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite, before locking the door and heading to his car? and although he loved art, why was he preparing to attend a sumptuous gallery opening, filled with wealthy patrons he didnât want to be around?
as his trembling fingers unlocked the car door, he made a mental note to schedule a doctorâs appointment later in the week.
âââ
the director placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder as he handed you the microphone. over 250 hands applauded, but their sound was merely a distant murmur. you took a steadying breath as the applause faded and prepared to speak.
âi'd like to thank you all for attending my gallery tonight,â you began. âi never imagined my art would one day be in a museum gallery, and i'm incredibly grateful for this opportunity.â
as the audience applauded again, you searched for satoru, shoko, and the students. you finally spotted them in the middle of the crowdâshoko waved, satoru and yuji gave a thumbs-up, and the other students smiled warmly. you grinned in response, comforted by familiar faces among a sea of strangers.
âi've always gravitated toward modern pieces with bold traits and colors, but i also create works inspired by famous art. i love re-imagining poses, emotions, and other elements from those pieces to capture the redefined aura i perceive from them. i've never settled on a single style, so youâll notice my art incorporates elements from neoclassicism to impressionism, all on one canvas.â
you silently scanned the audience, gauging their reactions. you noticed the woman from malaysia, with whom youâd spoken with earlier, listening intently with a gentle smile. nearby stood an older gentleman from london, whose questions about your work had left you unsure of his opinion. his bored expression unsettled you, but you took a deep breath and continued.
âum,â you paused. âi want to express my gratitude to all of you, the museum, its patrons, and the director, with a collection of pieces created especially for my first major gallery opening. these have never been seen before and are unlike anything i've ever done. they hold deep personal significance for meâŠ"
you turned to join four staff members, each standing beside an easel draped in black cloth, and positioned yourself next to the largest one in the center. you nodded to them and began unveiling the canvases. gasps and murmurs from the crowd turned to smiles and applause, bringing relief. your eyes met satoru's once more. he stared back, sunglasses in hand, his bright blue eyes piercing into you, mouth hanging open.
the first painting depicted him.
reminiscent of michelangelo's david, your artwork portrayed satoru with rigid, alabaster skin. one hand held a galaxy of stars, while the other formed a circle with his thumb and middle finger connecting. at first glance, the background seemed a deep, black abyss, but closer inspection revealed the painstakingly small, barely perceptible eyes you had meticulously added with matte paint.
this symbolized satoru's unparalleled power in the universe, a singular masterpiece constantly revered yet scrutinized, along with his inability to move and act freely as he wished.
the second painting featured suguru.
inspired by caspar david friedrich's wanderer above the sea of fog, it depicted suguru, his jet-black hair blowing in the wind, standing on a cliff gazing out over a misty landscape of blurred, colorful spheres. it was the dead of night, with no stars, except for a small moon shaped like an eye with a blue iris. unlike the original, your painting allowed the viewer to see suguru beginning to step off the cliff with a relieved smile.
it symbolized suguru's internal struggle with purpose and responsibility, ultimately deciding to take control and let go, as you always knew he would.
the third painting portrayed shoko.
inspired by frida kahlo's the broken column, it depicted shoko with waist-length hair, her face turned skyward, tears streaming down her cheeks. her thin, frail body was torn in half by hands reaching into the frame, revealing her spine replaced by a large surgeonâs scalpel. the background featured a familiar, glowing, traditional japanese door, blurred by smoke.
this represented shock's duty to the jujutsu society, always giving but never taking, until all that remained were her tools and an unrepairable broken body.
the fourth painting was of yu.
you replaced the woman in lawrence alma-tadema's pandora, with the painting ending at the waist. his body was strong and flushed, gazing down at the box with a familiar smile and wide, curious eyes. instead of a floral crown, you encircled his head with a halo of stars, and the background depicted him resting in a serene, lush meadow.
you couldnât resist creating a more joyful piece for him, symbolizing the grace of his death and much-needed rest while unknowingly wreaking havoc on those near him. only later did you realize the extent of the pain his peace would bring when you first painted the portrait.
the final and largest painting was a portrait you began shortly after leaving japan many years ago and only recently completed. it was inspired by frank bernard dicksee's la belle dame sans merci.
you and nanami.
you sat on a muscular, snowy white horse, anxious and impatient to move on. instead of a pink gown like the original, you wore navy with gold buttons on the chest, torn and splattered with bright crimson blood. your expression held a pained smile, tears streaming down your cheeks.
nanami stood on the ground beside you, one hand clutching your tattered gown, the other ensnared by blades of grass and flowers climbing his wrist and forearm. tears welled in his eyes, but his face remained blank and unreadable. he wore a suit of armor like the knight in the original, but it was dull, dark, and littered with dents, holes, and bloodstains.
this was your most prized work of art, embodying the unspoken goodbye between you and your first love. the anxious horse represented your urge to flee, while the tattered, bloodied gown symbolized the physical and mental toll of jujutsu. your expression showed the relief of leaving and the guilt of doing so. nanami's face masked his betrayal with stoicism, yet tears betrayed him to reveal his grief of losing yet another loved one. the flowers and grass symbolized his responsibilities in tokyoâthe lives he needed to protect, the elders to please, and the peers to support.
you looked out at the audience with a bright, confident smile, scanning the patronsâ faces to see if their applause matched their thoughts. you started with satoru, shoko, and the students, all clapping happily, with satoru and shoko waving with flushed cheeks. the bored man from london now appeared intrigued, especially by the painting of suguru.
your eyes skipped over a stiff figure near the back of the audience.
i hadnât noticed that man here before, you thought.
no.
heâs all too familiar.
your gaze landed on the man with broad shoulders clad in a dusty sage green blazer over a crisp ivory shirt, sandy blonde hair neatly cut and parted. hollow cheeks framed a strong jaw, and soft, coffee-brown eyes bored into yours.Â
it simply couldnât be himâŠÂ
no- it simply couldnât be anyone else.
nanami kento.
next: part ten
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Valentines with the one and only King of Hell Himself, Lucifer!
warnings: tooth rotting fluff.
"the love letter"
To the one I love (yes you!),
Can I just start off with saying how much I love you? Because I love you so, so very much! You do so, so many things for me that I feel as if I can never say "thank you" enoughââor most certainly, I can never say "i love you" enough.
But you know what? I'll take any opportunity I can to show you just how much I love and appreciate you, and guess what?!! Valentines is the perfect way to do that!
I hope you can leave Saturday afternoon till evening open for me because I most certainly have plans for us. Just so you know what to expect (and to prove to you that I'm capable of not going overboard like last year-), here's the schedule, okay?
watch a cute lil' movie at pentagram city's one and only theater
dinner at your favorite place
and whatever comes after...? ;>
Sounds good?
And, just so you know, if I haven't made it clear enough, I love you, (name).
More than anything.
More than you'll ever know.
From your most beloved "short king",
Lucifer "Lulu" Morningstar
PS: I'll pick you up at 15:30!
PSS: I left some outfits in a basket along with the letter so we can match for the day
PSSS: I'm super excited, and I can't wait to see you
PSSSS: Today is our nth year being together
"the cute lil' movie"
Lucifer arrives right on time with a big, cute, dopey smile on his face
He brings you into a tight hug (that probably chokes you, but you let it happen anyway because you love Lucifer just as much)
"Aww, you decided to wear that outfit? Gosh, you look stunning. I knew you'd like that one!"
"Look at how good we match. We look amazing, don't we?"
After almost 10 minutes of Lucifer fussing over you, he finally teleports you both to the movie theater, and obviously, it's a romance
No doubt, you get the best two seats in the theater
When he watches movies, Lucifer loves to hold your hand. It makes him feel calm and happy.
Undoubtedly, Lucifer would always find a way to hold you one way or another.
Lucifer gets super emotionally attached when he watches the movie, and absolutely adores the characters
"They look so cute together? Oh my gosh, just kiss already...!"
"We should definitely try that together, that's such a good idea." (it's not-)
"I feel bad for him... I sympathize! (so and so) is so oblivious, just like a certain someone." He'd tease as he looks at you (and damn, ouch!)
If anything sad happens in the movie, he'd be bawling
He'd cling onto your hand and weep
"Why did that have to happen? That's so cruel! (name), tell me why...!"
"No, they don't deserve that. I think I'll have a word with the director..."
"Lulu, no-"
"-Lulu, yes!"
Watching movies (even if the movies themselves are absolutely terrible) are always wonderful experiences with Lucifer because of his strong reactions
Really, you love him to bits
After the movie finishes, with Lucifer being either a sobbing mess, or a very happy fella, it's now time for dinner
You cup his cheeks and squish them with your thumbs gently, and you place a kiss on his forehead. "Lulu, it's time for dinner, m'kay? Don't get too carried away by your emotions."
"dinner at your favorite place"
Lucifer would reserve the whole restaurant just to have some time with you to talk about anything and everything
If you wanted, you could order every single thing on the menu and Lucifer wouldn't even flinchâânor would his wallet
"Oh, are you hungry? I should've brought some snacks for you to enjoy at the theater."
"Eat as much as you want, dearheart. I wouldn't want you leaving with an empty stomach."
Yes, Lucifer uses dearheart (a more old timey version of sweetheart)
As the two of you eat, you'd talk about anything and everything really
About how your feeling, how the past year has been and future plants (while you tell everything to lucifer, and vice versa, it's just nice to set some future goals or check in on how the other is doing)
Lucifer, if you'd give him the pleasure of being fed, would definitely enjoy it
"For me?" His eyes would sparkle as he takes a bite. "Thank you."
Lucifer would definitely be the type to eat anything you make or give to him and say it tastes super delicious (although it might not fit his tastes sometimes)
When dinner is over, he takes you home.
What happens after is totally your choice ;>
a/n: i do apologize if the headcannons are bad! i don't usually write headcannons.
also if luci seems OOC, i apologize for that too lol. i just can't help but see him as an overly excited, emotional, dorky S/O that's always a ball of excitement (much like charlie)
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OverWatch
2nd POV
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"you're coming home saturday, yeah?" you asked your partner over the phone, taking your calendar that was hung up on your fridge. you placed it on the island, pulling your phone away from your left ear and switching it over to your right, your elbows propped up on the counter as you leaned on it, grabbing a nearby pencil and twirling it around in your fingers.
a sigh escaped the others lips, a faint 'i'm telling her right now.' makes its way through the speaker of the phone. "no...no, no, not tomorrow." the huffed, clearly annoyed.
you perked up at the news, dropping the pencil as you pushed yourself off of the counter, wondering around your apartment. "what?! what do you mean, 'not tomorrow', sloan?" you cried, disappointed in the news. you ran your free hand through your hair, stopping at the top of your scalp as you gently pulled at your hair. "w-why are you guys staying longer? i thought you guys found enough artifacts at the site!â
"apparently, the boss found another site he wants to visit, it'll take us all day saturday to get there, sunday is our rest day, then we'll start exploring monday through friday." your partner, sloan explained, looking at the written schedule that was in front of them as they spoke, bouncing their leg.
âANOTHER site?!â you scoffed, walking back to the island and taking a seat, snagging the calendar and pencil to fix the dates. âare you fucking kidding me?! this is the fourth one youâve been too! in what- the span of three weeks?!â you pulled your phone away from your ear, putting it on speaker as you placed it carefully on the marble countertop as you erased the pencil marks.
sloan scoffed, humming in agreement on how stupid the whole thing was. even though it bright in good money, enough to feed you two, pay rent, go out on dates and travel, it pulled them away from you more than they would like. âtell me about it.â sloan huffed, standing up from their seated position. "we should hopefully be home by next sunday, and have that dinner with the crew at that one joint..."
you groaned, remembering the celebratory dinner. "right! i forgot about that." you muttered, biting on your thumb nail.
the line was quite, besides the loud laughter that came from sloan's end. it suddenly went dead silent, a door clicking shut was all you heard as you sat at the island. "what do you want to do?" sloan asked, taking a seat at their bed that was freshly made, their clothing, toiletries and other things they brought with them packed in their suitcases.
"what do you mean?" you asked, scribbling down the dates sloan mentioned a few minutes prior.
"with the reservations! and the plans we made." they waved a hand around, sighing as they hunched forward. "should we just move them until i get back? or you can go with your friends or whoever and we can go another time."
you pressed the eraser against your lip, looking at the name you had sloan saved under as well as the picture of the two of you that was saved as their profile. âiâŠi uh, letâs just move the dates.â you sighed, sliding the pencil behind your ear. âiâll call the restaurants and whatnot to move them to next week, it wonât be a big deal.â
sloan softly nodded, whipping out their wallet from one of many jacket pockets they had and opened it single handedly, pinching their phone in between their right shoulder and their face. âokayâŠtext me when you get the new reservations.â sloan meekly smiled, opening one of the wallet pockets before pulling out a polaroid of the two of you, small hearts doodled the white boarder that surrounded the picture.
you hummed, muttering a small âwill doâ under your breath as you click the speaker button to cancel it before bring the phone up to your ear. your eyes darted around the kitchen, a mess of pots, pans, and silverware was no where in sight in your sink, which you grew fond over. you always loved seeing sloan in the kitchen, cooking away at their family recipes which had the place smelling like the amazing spices for weeks on end. sure, you had stocks of food that they cooked before the mission in the fridge from weeks prior, but it wasnât the same, since all you had to do was to warm them up, either on the oven or in the microwave.
it never tasted the same as when your lover made them for you.
your eyes started to become glassy as your lip quivered, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip before any noise sneaked its way out of your throat. itâs been three weeks since youâve seen sloan, going on four since sloan is staying longer. you were missing them like crazy, the apartment was unbearably quite without them home. you wanted to voice your opinion out about the matter for a while, but theyâve been working there since theyâve been sixteen-ten years at the same company! you couldnât and wouldnât do that to them in your wildest dreams, they meant so much to you for you to do that.
you softly shook your head, telling your brain to cut it out and save it for when you were off the phone so they didnât feel the guilt of hurting you. but, that plan was quickly abandoned as tears rolled down your cheeks, shaky breaths filled the silence and alerted your partner on the other end of the phone.
âcariño?â venture gasped out, their attention snapping away from the photo and towards the sounds of your sobs. they placed their wallet and the photo to their left side, the mattress slightly creaking as they shuffled around on the bed. âwhatâs wrong?â
you wiped away your tears, choking on a sob as your hand holding your phone began to shake against your face, focusing most of your attention onto that in oder to make it stop. âitâs justâŠâ you swallowed a lump that clogged your throat, making it hard to speak. âmight as well tell them.â you let out a cry, sniffing before looking down at the marble countertop. âitâs so hard to be away from you. especially for four weeks, sloan! like-itâs absolutely crazy!â
sloan nodded softly, taking your words into consideration. their attention snapped to the door that creaked open, covering the bottom of their phone as they locked eyes with zane, one of their coworkers.
zane took the hint and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him.
âbut.â your voice startled sloan back to reality, their undivided attention back to you. âi didnât want to say any of this because this is your dream! you love this job and i donât want to stop you.â
the two of you went silent, besides your faint sobs and sniffles.
sloan ran a hand through their hair, their fingers twirling around the hairs of their undercut before stopping at the base of their neck, gently massaging at the muscle. âiâŠi get it.â sloan reassured, dropping their hand that was at their neck back to their lap.
you blinked, your lashes soaked in your tears as they brushed against your brow bone. âreally?â you muttered, your voice soft.
sloan nodded, their attention glued onto their boots. âyeah! i miss you so much, youâre all i think and talk about!â they chuckled, smiling warmly at the sound of your faint snicker. sloanâs smile faintly dropped, becoming serious as their eyes darted over to the picture of you two that was to the left of them. âthese long and far trips suck. and-and i know this year has been full of them, but i promise you that there wonât be as many later in life.â
âpromise?â you bit back a small smile, your heart slightly fluttering at the sound of sloanâs chuckle.
âpromise, mi amor.â
âąâąâą
today was the day.
sloan camron was coming home.
you were practically bouncing off the wall as you paced around the living room, phone in hand as you reread the long message that was sent in the wayfinders groupchat that you were so grateful to be added to (as well as otherâs family and spouses).
hello members and family of the wayfinderâs society,
as you all know, today is the day weâre all coming home from a four week exploration that took place in australia. during these four weeks, we were thankful enough to visit, explore and research five sites scattered around the land. with great discoveries of artifacts, gems, rocks, fossils and much more, we have decided to come home, and let our members have a six month âbreakâ from traveling. during this âbreakâ, members, and family members, will be called to our company building for meetings, dinner parties, and other events we will be hosting during those six months before we start up traveling again.
we will, hopefully, arrive to the airport at 7:10 PM. itâll take about 30 minutes to an hour before weâre all off the plane, then you all will be expected to be at our celebratory dinner at 9:20 PM, at the local bar and pizzeria uptown. (oliver will provided the location when we land)
when we arrive to the airport, we will be leaving the plane in alphabetical order by last name. so family, please do the following:
if you have someone in the A-K range, show up to pick up your person then immediately go home to get ready for the dinner.
if you have someone in the J-Z range, be ready before you pick up your person. you should have time to let your person freshen up before going to the diner. if not, bring a change of clothes, cologne/perfume and whateverâs necessary for them to look somewhat presentable.
members of the wayfinderâs, please wear your jackets to the dinner. we need to represent the company while weâre out having a good time tonight.
- thanks, ben (the boss)
you bit your lip as you grinned, throwing your arms up as you cheered, jumping around with a laugh.
you snapped out of your trance and made your way to the shared bedroom, checking-for the tenth time- that you had everything laid out for the two of you.
a cute outfit for you laid on the bed and some makeup was already out of your makeup bag and lined up in order along your desk. you also had some jewelry laid out, your shoes and a bottle of perfume.
a fresh pair of clothes was laid out for sloan, just a simple jeans and t-shirt for your lover. you also placed some of their rings, a matching necklace that you two had and their cologne bottle on the mattress for them.
as of now, itâs 6:32. if you leave now, youâll get to the airport by 6:52 if you were lucky, 7:05 with the light traffic that was on the freeway.
smiling, you grabbed your keys and made your way to your car. you locked the door behind you before practically skipping down the steps and towards the parking lot. you, shockingly, got to your car within two minutes. unlocking it, you got inside and into the drivers seat, putting the keys into the keyhole and starting the engine. taking a deep breath, you put the car into reverse and backed out before shifting gears and driving out of the parking lot.
âąâąâą (i ainât writing the drive)
chitter filled your ears as you walked through the building, the clicks of shoes were drowned out by the voices, but if you listened hard enough, you could hear it. you gently rubbed your hands up and down your arms, trying to keep yourself slightly warm from the cold air. the roars of engines echoed through the building as airplanes flew overhead or as they made their way down the runway.
you glanced around the airport, people waiting at their gates with their luggage or people walking to and fro with suitcases dragging behind them filled your view. it surprisingly not too crowded, but you guessed it was because of how late it was.
ây/n!â a voice called out, snapping you out of your trance. there stood a girl who was about 5â7, she had green-hazel eyes with tan skin, dark freckles covered certain areas of her skin, as well as a faint, natural blush on her cheeks. she had gorgeous, wavy dirty brown hair that fell a little past her mid back, faint pops of orange peeked through her hair as well. she wore a beautiful, light orange sun dress with a plaid pattern that fell a little short of her knees. she also had simple white flats on with her gold anklet.
âkatie! oh, my god, hi!â you beamed, jogging over to the girl and engulfing her into a hug. as the two of you hugged one another, you got a strong scent of orange blossom. âman, does she love orange.â you joked to yourself, the two of you pulling away from the hug. âhow have you been?â
she faintly waved a hand around, rolling her eyes in a playful expression. âah, you know. bored out of my MIND!â she laughed, gently pushing your left shoulder. her smile softened slightly, her brows knitting together as she gestured a hand in your direction. âbut what about you? this is the longest sloan and you have been apart- the two of you are a packaged deal!âŠhow are you holding up?â
you sighed, biting the insides of your cheeks as you remembered last week; you crying to your dear partner about their work and how hard itâs been on you. you blinked a few times, chuckling awkwardly before clearing your throat. âitâs hard, but umâŠiâve managed.â you confessed, feeling a little embarrassed that you were getting vulnerable in a fucking airport, but youâve seen worse things; both online and in real life. âdefinitely different then the two week trips.â
katie nodded with a hum, crossing her arms. âno, i totally understand. it still bugs me when zaneâs gone for anything longer than a week.â she reassured in a way, placing a hand on her chest.
you let out a sarcastic sigh, throwing a hand on her shoulder which made her let out a laugh. âFINALLY! someone who gets it!â you joked, laughing along with her.
a taller man, about 5â11 with black, shaggy hair and light blue eyes walked over to the two of you, a faint smile on his lips. âi hate to interruptâŠBUT the planes here and theyâre making theyâre way out.â he beamed, gently nudging you both over to the crowd that started to form around the door.
katie gasped, throwing her arms around the man as she jumped up and down in excitement. âugh, thank you travis!!â she grinned, letting go of the man before turning back to you, placing an arm around your shoulder so she wouldnât lose you.
members of the wayfinders started to make their way out of the jetway, immediately looking for their family, friends and significant others.
as you watched the faces walk by, you realized something. you slowly turned to katie, opening your mouth to point out your observation before shutting your mouth when you saw her pale, wide eyed expression. âheyâŠhey abby?â you called, slipping away from the dirty blond and making your way over to the ginger.
abby smiled brightly, waving at a nearby group before turning towards you, her eyes going wide when she saw you. ây/n?â she gasped, walking over to katie with you at her side. she ran a hand through her hair when it clicked in her head, groaning faintly. âdid ben not send the new message?!â she snapped, adjusting her bag that she held in her right hand.
katie glanced over to you before going back to abby with a quirked brow. âwhat new message?â she asked, shaking her head softly to finalize her thought.
abby sighed, darting her attention between the two of you. âben changed the order of how we get off-itâs by first name!â she huffed, jerking her head to the side as she walked off, the two of you following after her. âso since youâre here for zane and your here for sloan, you two have to go back home to get ready and whatever.â
you groaned, slapping a palm to your forehead. âfucking ben.â you spat under your breath, making abby click her tongue in agreement.
âwill we have time to leave?â katie asked, tilting her head softly.
abby nodded. âyeah, itâll take way more than an hour for everyone to get out of the plane.â she shrugged faintly.
âalright, but thank you for the heads up, i greatly appreciate it.â you smiled, nodding at the advice that she gave.
abby smiled softly, pulling you into a quick hug. âanytime! itâs nice to see the two of you again.â she gushed, pulling away and taking katie into a hug before making her way over to her family.
katie sucked in a breath, turning on her heels towards you. âletâs ride together, yeah?â she offered, gently taking your hand into her and she dragged you towards the parking.
you nodded catching up to the girl before you two ended up running out of the airport doors.
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âthank you for letting me use your flat iron! youâre a life savor!â katie sighed in relief from the small bathroom, ironing her hair until it was somewhat straight.
you hummed somewhat loudly for the girl to hear you from the bathroom, brushing your eyeshadow onto your eyelid. it was a simple, light shimmer, faint f/c sparkles peaking through when you blinked. you threw your brush into your makeup bag, snatching your mascara before twisting the bottle open and applying it onto your lashes until you were satisfied. âyouâre more than welcome to touch of your makeup, too!â you called out, adding some highlighter to your inner corner and your nose. âfeel free to use my makeup if youâd like!â you grabbed your lipstick, popping the cap off before twisting it up and swiping it onto your lips.
âawe, thank you, y/n!â she cooed, turning off the flat iron and sliding over to your room. she walked over to your desk, grabbing your mascara tub and applying the product onto her lashes. âweâre cutting it super close, we should probably get ready to go soon.â
you nodded in agreement, fixing your hair and outfit before standing up. âyeah, i think we should go now.â you made your way over to the bag that held sloanâs clothes, picking it up and throwing it over your shoulder.
katie closed the mascara, nodding with a hum before following after you, grabbing the bag with zaneâs clothes before the two of you headed out of your apartment and towards her car.
the drive back to the airport was quick and tense, the two of you anxious for if you missed seeing your partners coming out of the jetway.
once you two arrived at the parking lot, you grabbed the bag you packed and made your way to your car, throwing it into the backseats when you unlocked it before locking it and running into the building with katie in tow.
âthink we made it on time for them?â you asked, yelping when you almost pumped into someone. you called out an apology, spinning around them before running alongside your friend again.
âi hope so!â katie gulped, the two of you slowing down. the two of you started to walk over to where the wayfinderâs where at, katie pointing to a group before excusing herself over to them, leaving you with a wave.
you swallowed nervously, peering over the crowd of people while you stepped onto your tippy toes. brushing some of your hair behind your ears, you glanced around the surrounding area before stopping in your tracks.
there they were.
standing ways in front of you was sloan camron. or someone that looked like them. they looked so different, but so familiar at the same time. maybe it was the uncut, poorly kept hair and the new scars that imprinted into their tan skin.
the two do you stared at one another in shock. this couldnât be real, it didnât feel real to you. you felt lightheaded, overwhelmed at the sight of them.
you slowly inched forward, your feet dragging against the white tile underneath you. tears started to prick at your eyes, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks, and soon, you were sobbing and picking up your speed, running straight at them.
sloan also had tears in their eyes, dropping their heavy bags of equipment and of clothes onto the tile before also making their way towards you, tears streaming down their face.
the two of you quickly met in the middle, the two of you almost falling over from sloanâs brute strength. the two of you clawed and gripped at each other, both of you sobbing uncontrollably into each other arms.
you pulled away, reaching out and cupping sloanâs cheeks, rubbing your thumbs under their eyes which smudged their tears into their skin. your glassy eyes darted around their face, noticing a few small scars scattered around. but the things thatâs stayed the same where their dimples, the chip on their tooth, and their eyes. oh, how you could get lost in their deep caramel eyes.
sloan leaned into your hands, a weak smile twisting in their lips as their eyes sparked in the airport lightning. they leaned their face into yours, your lips connecting with a small desire, a small hunger between the two of you.
your hand snaked around their neck, pulling them closer into you and deepening the kiss. sloan pulled you closer by the waist, crouching down slightly and picking you up, their arms hooking around your upper thighs and spinning you around slightly, making the two of you break the kiss with a faint laugh.
âiâve missed you so much, mi amor.â sloan sighed shakily, nuzzling their face into the crook of your neck, softly kissing around your neck and up to your jaw.
you pressed your lips on the top of their head, tears still slowly rolling down your cheeks. you gently nudged their head back to make eye contact with them, your eyes darting in between theirs. âi still canât believe youâre here.â you whispered, chuckling softly as you were placed back onto your feet, their hands still around your waist.
sloan nodded faintly, smiling as they kissed your temple. âitâs feel so great to be back.â they murmured against your face.
the two of you leaned into another kiss, pulling back sooner than youâd both liked as a pair of hands were pressed onto your shoulders.
âhey, iâd hate to be that guy.â zane meekly smiled with a shrug. âbut we got a dinner to get to in likeâŠhmmâŠi dunno-20 minutes?â
âhey, if weâre late,â sloan pointed between the two of you before pointing at zane and katie. âthen youâre late, too.â
âhey, youâre lucky ben changed the time for the dinner.â katie jabbed back, zane and her waving before walking off.
you pulled at the black tshirt that was almost fully caked in dirt and grime. âcmon, you smell like dirt and sweat and you need to change out of these clothes.â
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YIPPIEEE IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR TOO LONGG BUT IM FINALLY DONEE!!
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED!:) SORRY IF ITS A LITTLE CRINGE OR ANYTHINGđ
but im cringe but free
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Secrets for the Soul
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5
âThat concludes our meeting for tonight, thank you all for making time to join us.â Announced Batman, finally ending this tortuous l, though necessary meeting. Diana stood from her seat and said her goodbyes intent on getting back to Danny for movie night. If she hurried she could stop and pick up ice cream, her hopes of the frozen treat were dashed however when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
âDiana, a moment of your time?â Batman asked with a gruff voice. Diana silently mourned her ice cream as she smiled back and the two stepped away from the zeta-tubes. âAs you are aware, Black Canary is leading the training for the covert team. However Canary brought it to my attention that while Superboy is doing well in his training, he is getting very little experience fighting opponents of an equal or greater power level.â Diana frowned.
âHe is the teams biggest heavy hitter, it would do them no good if he were to falter when given a challenge.â
âMy thoughts exactly, which is why I would like you to take some time to spar with him. Show him what it means to fight above your level.â Batman nodded,
Diana looked at Batman, skeptical âWouldnât Superman be better suited for this task.â
âThings between them are a bitâŠstained to say the least.â He ground out.
Diana frown, âI would be willing to engage the young one in battle, however Superman needs to figure things out with the boy. He is only a child, he needs guidance.â She said firmly.
âI know your hands are already full, we can work out a schedule at another date however I would like it if you would come by this weekend to meet him.â Diana raised her brow. His eye twitched âPleaseâ he added.
âNow that wasnât so hard was it? Alfredâs been pestering you about manners again, huh?â She smirked. Batman grunted. âThat should be fine, Iâll be there Saturday morning at 10, and Batman? I wonât hold back.â She said with a savage grin.
âI would expect nothing less.â And with that Diana took her leave. It was a short flight from the Zeta point to her apartment, when she arrived Danny looked up from his Mars book.
âYouâre late~â He said with a grin âYou know what that means. You forfeit your movie choice!â Diana sighed as she went to get changed.
âAll right, fair is fair, did you pick up dinner?âDanny nodded as he scrolled through the movie choices.
âChinese is on the counter, drinks are in the fridge.â He shouted as he set up the movie. âComedy good?â He asked as she made her way to the fridge.
âSure.â She replied, opening the fridge she grabbed the drinks sitting next to the chain covered stew labeled âDannyâs! Do not touch!â
Grabbing the Chinese she made her way over and plopped herself on the couch. âSo what are we watching?â
âOnly one of my favorite ghost comedies EVER! The Grudge! Itâs hilarious, trust me!â He tilted his head in a picture of innocence. âBy the way, why were you late, something wrong with the league?â He inquired, nudging her with his elbow. Diana scoffed.
âWe are a team of international vigilantes, somethingâs always wrong. However, in this case, Batman stopped me to ask a favor. There is a young hero who packs quite a punch, however unlike you he has mostly fought people who are physically equal or weaker than him. He needs to train with someone stronger than him to get used to fighting stronger opponents. Iâll be meeting with him on Saturday morning.â Danny nodded.
âCool, Iâm gonna be hanging out with Travis. We were planning to check out the arcade near his new job.â Diana smiled.
âItâs a pity he left the museum, where did he end up going?â
âHe got a job on the boardwalk, at that smoothie shop. Yâknow with giant monkey on the window.â Diana nodded.
âThey do have good smoothies. Grandfather expects us for dinner that night so donât stay out too late.â
âSounds great! Hopefully I can get the recipe for that stew, itâs way better than Lunch Ladyâs⊠donât tell her I said that.â Diana frowned.
âSo long as it doesnât try to eat my lunch again, my poor sandwich it was so young, so tasty.â She replies dramatically with her hand on her heart. âNow start the movie, I wanna see what passes for ghost comedy.â She passes Danny his mushu pork and he presses playâŠ.
Two hours later Danny is asleep on the couch as Diana stares at the tv, reevaluating her definition of humor. Looking down at her peacefully sleeping cousin, she couldnât be too mad. But she could ask around for the best chick flick she could find as payback.
âââââââ-
Saturday morning came, and as promised Diana made her way to a zeta tube. When she arrived at Mount Justice, Batman was already there and based on their reactions he had already briefed them on todays training. She grinned, this was gonna be fun.
She wasnât wrong either, they each took turns trying to knock her down, each failing more splendidly than the last. When it came time for Superboy to face her she readied herself to face the strength of Superman.
Unfortunately for Superboy, he did not have the same strength as Superman. Diana had also been regularly sparring with Danny, so her evaluation of his strength might have been a bitâŠskewed to say the least.
Unfortunately only hindsight is 20/20 and so when Superboy charged she immediately countered with full force, and he went flying across the room. After crash landing Superboy quickly righted himself and started charging her once more. Diana, while impressed at his enthusiasm, frowned at how easy it was to push his buttons. She grabbed her lasso and quickly subdued him. He fought against the bindings, though he had no hope of destroying the magical artifact. Diana released him only when he calmed down. She looked Superboy in the eye with a smile.
"You did very well young one, your warrior's spirit is admirable, however you must use it at the right time. When fighting an opponent that you know is stronger than you, you must used that spirit wisely. Wait until you find an opening before you strike, otherwise your opponent will use that strength against you, as I did."
Superboy clenched his fists and grit his teeth, Diana knew that look well. He was frustrated, her advice was likely akin to something he hears quite often. Diana sighed, "I will not tell you to purge yourself of this spirit as it is a useful tool, one I myself use when fighting overwhelming enemies. It is nothing to be ashamed of. However you must be careful not to be consumed by it. I have known many who let the rush of battle consume them. It has never ended in their favor." she approached Superboy, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I will work with you on this journey, young one, so that you may learn as I did." she said with a smile.
Superboy looked surprised "Seriously? Why? What do you get out of this?" Diana laughed
"What else?! I want a proper rematch! You have impressive strength, I would like to see what you can do with it with a little extra training, young one." Superboy looked her in the eye for a moment before looking to the side.
"My name is Conner." he said with a blunt tone. "And...thank you."
"It's my pleasure Conner, now come, our time today is short let's see who else wants to try their might."
She turned back to see Kid Flash slowly inch behind Artemis. She gave a predatory grin, "It seems we have a volunteer!"
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Meanwhile...
Danny woke up with his alarm at noon, and couldn't help but revel in the amount of sleep he got, a whole eight hours. He briefly considered snuggling back into the world's comfiest, and coldest, comforter, gifted to him by Frostbite. He slowly closed his eyes before his second alarm went off reminding him that he does in fact have to get up, as he has plans today.
He dragged himself out of bed, still wrapped in his comforter, and made his way to the kitchen. After starring into the fridge for roughly five minutes, as though it held the secrets of the universe... or poptarts, he grinned and grabbed his leftover stew. Pouring some into a bowl and reheating it, he slowly made his way to the table to savor his blob ghost stew. He jumped only a little when his phone started blaring once more, he scrunched his nose before looking at the caller ID. It was Travis. Danny sighed, it was too early to talk.
"Hnnghh?" The sound of laughter exploded from the other end.
"I'm sorry sleeping beauty, did I wake you?" Danny released a massive yawn.
"Nah, mm jus eatin breakfst? Wazzup?" He mumbled, watching the tiny blobs swim around in his stew with half-lidded green eyes.
"Hey I ran into a buddy of mine, mind if he tags along?" Danny scooped out a particularly plump blob and took a bite.
"Hmmm" Travis laughed.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes. We'll meet you at CafĂ© Loco before we head to the arcade, you sound like you need it. Were you up playing video games again last night?" Danny once more responded with a noncommittal, âhmmmâ because no he was not playing video games. He was flying invisibly around the city and lost track of time, who wouldn't it was beautiful.
âAlright man, Iâll let you get back to youâre breakfast. See ya soon.â And the call ended.
Danny put his phone back down and finished eating before he started getting ready for the day. He threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, taking a moment to consider the jacket. His core would keep him cold, normally he wouldnât bother butâŠ. He sighed grabbing the jacket. Being a teen hero left him with more than a few scars, Travis was led to believe he got them in the accident that killed his âparentsâ but this new guy⊠it would be annoying to explain again, best avoid it entirely.
He grabbed his wallet and headed out, walking down the street he greeted familiar faces, stopping to pet Mrs. Perkinsâ dog as he made his way to the bus stop. It wasnât a long ride, and when he arrived he clambered out of the bus. Heading towards Cafe Loco like a beacon in a storm. He beelined it to the counter, nearly crying at the lack of a line as he ordered his cappuccino with 4 shots of espresso.
Travis found him huddled in a corner booth, curled around his coffee, watching people pass by. He saw a perfect opportunity and slowly snuck up to the booth, he was inches away from tugging the earbuds out of his ears when Danny suddenly turned his head to look him directly in the eyes. Travis jumped back with a shout, Danny took a long sip of his coffee, the stranger next to Travis covered his mouth trying his best not to laugh.
âWhy is it so hard to scare you?! I swear this guy has eyes in the back of his head!â At this point the guy next to him scoffed.
âOr he saw your reflection in the window.â He said, pointing at the offending surface.
âWhoâs side are you on?!â The stranger shrugged and Danny chuckled.
âI donât think pointing out the obvious counts as taking sides. Your Travisâ friend right? Iâm Danny, nice to meet ya.â He said, the other guy smiled.
âIâm Matt, nice to meet ya. Is the coffee here any good?â Danny nodded, pulling his coffee closer.
âItâs okay at best, he just likes it because they donât limit his espresso shots because he bribes them.â
âItâs not consider a bribe of it goes in the tip jar.â He said with a wide grin. Matt blushed.
âOh really, Iâll have to try that.â He coughed into his hand. âSo, uh, you said we were going to the arcade.â
âHell yeah! You said it had all kinds of new and retro games! Plus desktop gaming! Letâs go!â Danny stood from his seat. While he may never reach the overwhelming height of Jack Fenton, Danny had grown to be a respectable 5â10. He was quite proud of this fact though he didnât think of it too much, considering his cousin was over 6â. But still he wasn't that tall, right? Danny thought,
'So why the hell did Matt just look at him like he was 10 feet tall? Sure the guy wasn't huge, but he wasn't exactly short either.'
Matt backed up just a bit, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, "Yeah, let's get going before it get's too crowded." Danny downed the rest of his coffee and they headed out. Along the way they started talking about the upcoming school year, as it turned out Matt would be joining him as a junior at Gateway High.
Despite Travis' not so subtle diversions, Matt eventually made a rookie mistake. He asked what Danny wanted to do when he graduated. For the next hour Danny went on and on about how he wanted to build space ships, and how amazing space is, and did you read the Daily Planet interview with Martian Manhunter?!
Not to say Danny ran out of things to say about space after an hour, especially when Matt was giving him his full attention even when they got to the arcade and started playing. No, as someone who worked with Danny until his parents made him quit, Travis knew EXACTLY how long winded Danny could be when it came to space so he did the only thing that could distract him from space. He brought up his cousin.
"So I here your cousin is single and ready to mingle, according to Mrs. Doris, you think if I gave her my number I'd have a chance?" Travis wiggled his eyebrows. Danny looked at him as though he just said he put jelly on a tuna sandwich.
"Dude first of all, you're like 17 it's not gonna happen, second of all, and I cannot stress this enough, she is way out of your league." Travis pouted as Matt laughed at his suffering, not knowing his sacrifice.
"Ahh whatever man, let's just play. I hear there's this new game added to the online corner. Something called Doomed?" Danny froze, slowly turning to face Travis.
"Did you say Doomed?" his eyes were wide.
"Yeah? Have you-" Danny grabbed both teens by the arm and dragged them over to the desktops. Over the next few hours, the three of them made characters and a crowd gathered as Danny dominated level after level. Eventually though his alarm went off, reminding him to head home for dinner. After they said their goodbyes, Danny took off leaving Matt and Travis alone.
"Don't even think about it." Travis said, Matt tensed.
"He has single handedly increased the foot traffic in the space exhibit from the sheer amount of people who come to flirt with him. Him and his cousin are next level man." Matt's face turned a fiery red. Travis looked at him with pity. "If it makes you feel better, he has yet to actually say yes to anyone. To be fair though, I don't think he realizes their flirting when he's in space mode." Travis shrugs.
Matt nearly wept.
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Danny dug into the lasagna with extreme gusto, while Diana ate at a much more restrained pace as she ate her second helping.
"You've outdone yourself, grandfather. Dinner is absolutely divine." Diana complemented the elderly (at the moment) Ancient. He gave her a proud smile.
"I should hope so, I got this recipe from Naples in the 15th century, from a lovely family of noodle makers. I tweaked it a bit based on it's evolution, I'm quite proud of how it turned out." he said with a grin as his form shifted to that of a young man. "But enough of that, how was your day today? I know you were planning on training the young Kryptonian clone today, how did that go?" grinning, Diana raised a brow, Danny perked up.
"Have you been spying on us grandfather?" Danny laughed.
"He's always spying on us, trust me. But who cares, what was that about a clone?" Diana sighed, resigned.
"Conner is a clone of Superman. Normally it would be his responsibility to train him, however he has been a bit... reluctant to interact with the boy." Danny scrunched up his nose.
"Did he try to kill him yet?" Diana looked at Danny, surprised.
"Superman may object to training him but I assure you he has not intent-" Danny waved his hands.
"No, no, not Superman. Did Conner try to kill him yet, it's like, a clone rite of passage." Diana stared at Danny. Danny stared back.
Clockwork drank his tea, fully aware of what he started.
"I'm gonna need a little more explanation than that." Danny shrugged
"I mean, he's gotta try to kill his original at some point. Just to get it out of his system y'know. My clone didn't last a full day before she tried to kill me." Danny shrugged, taking another bite of his lasagna.
Diana gave him a look like she was praying to the gods for patience, honestly she probably was, before she finally responded.
"When exactly were you cloned?" Danny shrugged.
"When I was like, 14 I think. I know it was after I met gramps, now that is a crazy story." Diana took a deep breath.
"We can get to that later, can we focus on the clone that tried to kill you? Please?" Danny set down his fork on his now clean plate.
"I guess, there's not really much to tell. My dad's best friend, who hated him by the way, wanted me to be his son because we were the only existing halfas, he's not technically he's more alive than he is dead, and because he was in love with my mom, she despised him, I told him no when he repeatedly demanded for me to join him, of course not he's a fruitloop, so he cloned me, a couple times actually but none of them were stable so they destabilized, and Ellie, the only stable clone, posed as my cousin, she is now kinda, and when my back was turned she tried to kill me. It's cool though, she realized Vlad was a fruitloop and we beat him up." he shrugged. "Like I said, there's really not much to tell." he explains before he starts to sneak over to the cookie jar.
Diana looked over at her grandfather, "What?" he nodded in symathy.
"I understand it's a lot to take in, however I assure you any future murder attempts perpetuated by young Ellie are completely harmless. She spends most of her time these days exploring the realms or spending time with Pandora." Clockwork explained.
Diana sighed turning to Danny "And you were okay with this? Being cloned by your enemy."
Danny swallowed his bite "Oh, hell no. I was pissed. Not only did he violate my privacy, he stole my DNA! He made a kid to replace me! So I kicked his ass and stole my clone." Diana looked to the heavens for advice, Clockwork set a hand on her shoulder.
"The gods will be no help when it comes to things like this. Trust me." he smiled. "And how was your day Danny? Did you have fun making friends?" Danny grinned.
"Definitely! He let me blather on about space!" Diana's eyes went wide.
'Dear gods, not another one.'
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Sunday's deal
synopsis: you just want your husband to stay in bed with you on your day off.
prompt: 5
requested by: a lovely anon
pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader
tw: fluff, established relationship, domestic moment, modern AU
word count: 1.1k+ words in total
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Sundays are both long-awaited and despicable.Â
Sundays are the only days when you and your husband get to spend entirely together.Â
Sundays are just like any other day when Zhongli wakes up disgustingly early (without an alarm clock!).Â
Sundays are full of reading together, occupying the kitchen to try out new recipes, laughing at the stupid jokes in one of his newspaperâs pages, going grocery shopping for the week where you get to pick the stuff and your beloved to push the cart until there is something you canât reach.Â
Sundays are the days when your man sees and hears the most of your pouting, your playful glaring, your dramatic and exasperated sighs and huffs.
All because his dignified ass doesnât laze around in bed on a day off.
When your eyes crack open and a palm smacks against the mattress - where he is supposed to be - your mood immediately turns sour. You love your husband, you absolutely, heart-clenchingly and gut-wrenchingly do. But would it kill him to drop his prim and proper habits once a week?
Ah, right, those qualities were part of the reason why you fell for the charming gentleman in the first place.
With a quiet groan you force your body to roll onto the back and lay in a starfish pose with eyes once again closed. You know heâll eventually return to the room, because breakfast in bed is an every Saturday tradition and you can smell the fine brew of the tea and fresh pancakes from the kitchen. So, you stay just like that, savoring the last remnants of drowsiness while plotting the ways to get him back in bed for more than just eating breakfast.
Now that you think of it, Zhongli actually let go of many of his âprim and properâ antics. For you. He no longer shakes his head at the probability of crumbs getting onto the sheets when you share the morning meal or the evening snack in bed. He stays up late on nights before days off just to spend extra time with you, which was foreign to him a couple of years ago when he stuck to the same schedule every day. Despite having so much to tell you, he learnt to simply stay silent, basking in the communication through touch and fond gazes rather than words (oh you remember the times when it was impossible to shut the knowledgeable history professor up).
And there are so much more of the little things heâs done for you. You have been having this conversation with yourself almost every Sunday for years, always debating between âIt wouldnât hurt him to drop one more habit, right? My morning embraces should be tempting enoughâ and âHe is already so perfect, why am I being so harsh on him for something so silly?â
That is why itâs always a guessing game for Zhongli in which mood you will be when he eventually comes back to the bedroom with hands full of your breakfast.
âAre you awake already, my gem?â The silky voice interrupts you mid-deciding the verdict for your upcoming attitude, making your eyes snap open and blink owlishly. âAwake, I see. Wonderful.â
There is a smile in his tone, and there is one on his face when your head turns to look at him putting the tray down on the bedside table and then digging his knee into the mattress. He reaches to where you are still sprawled and leans down to press a soft kiss to your nose, chuckling when you scrunch in cutely.
ââWonderfulâ, you say? Is there really anything wonderful in waking up and not witnessing the face of my husband?â There it is, the first huff of the morning. How many there are to come, the man thinks in amusement.
âBut youâve just witnessed it, no?â He is still hovering over you with slightly squinted eyes and a content smile. You scoff. Ah, here is another one.
âNot the same,â you mutter, but allow him to kiss you on the lips, not being mad enough to rob both of you of your every morning ritual. You never truly are. âIâve been waiting for this Sunday, you know.â
âOh?â He draws himself back when you start sitting up, averting his eyes, trying to remember if you made an agreement to go somewhere. âDid we have something planned today? Pardon my forgetfulness if thatâs really the case.â
Straightening your back, you lift your arms high and give yourself a good stretch, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a pleased yawn. Zhongli canât help but stare at you, enamored, wistful and lowering his guard.
âMmm, no, nothing, my love. In factâŠâ Abruptly turning to him, you throw your outstretched arms around his shoulders and fall backwards, pulling his body with you. Zhongli unceremoniously slumps on top of you with an obscene groan, face tucked into your neck and ass sticking out. You nearly laugh at the sight of that.Â
âIn fact, letâs think about it in bed.â
Your husband sighs against your shoulder and accepts his defeat, folding his legs to the side and lying down more comfortably, still in your embrace.
âWhat were you waiting this Sunday for though, dear?â His fingers bury into the fabric of your pajama. You hum, running yours through his dark hair, coaxing a pleased gasp from his lips, provoking the eyelashes to tremble in the eyelidsâ attempt not to slide close.
âTo spend the day with you of course. Hoping that Iâll get that rarest, basically non-existent moment of you lazing in bed upon waking up.â
âYouâve been at it for years, Y/n,â his chest vibrates with laughter to which you roll your eyes.
âCouldâve succumbed at least once.â
âHow about this,â he rolls onto his side, bringing you with him, so you both could hold each other in your arms and look directly into each otherâs eyes. âSince we donât have any date planned, don't need to fill the fridge and all the other activities can be transferred here - how do you look at spending the whole day in bed?â
âYou mean it?â The gleam in your eyes is contagious and his shine with adoration upon gazing at your elated expression.
âI mean it. But first weâll eat breakfast. Then I am all yours, you can cuddle me to suffocation if you so desire.â
âDonât complain if I actually do.â
âWouldnât dream of it. So, do we have a deal?â
You kiss him. Slowly and delicately, your lips move together, sealing the unwritten pact with a supreme seal, meeting in a couple of more dances just for the good measure, until there is no breath left.
âYes, Li,â you murmur, pecking his chin and sighing happily. âWe have a deal.â
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scent of the pine. 5 (e.w)
*takes off grad cap* alright . here we go.Â
wc;cw: 17.1k everybody died, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!oc, age gap(three years), all ocs r blackcoded, SMUT!! MDNI!!!, phone sex, masturbation, mean ellie, weed alcohol nics yall know wassup, dubcon, virginity loss, masochism LOL, light bondage, dirty talk, ASSSPLAAAYYYđ, dp, mult. orgasms, subspace and drop, squirting, slapping(face ass tits pussy lol), toys, slight angst but also fluff, just lots of spit n cum
Youâve been very gloomy these past couple of months.Â
You hadnât stopped thinking about Ellie since you left her home that morning, up until you and Arya jumped on the train to return to campus.Â
Youâd never be able to express to Arya how much you appreciated her presence: she allowed you to cry, whine, pout, and sniffle about how much you missed Ellie, and she comforted you through all of it with gentle whispers of youâre gonna be fine, bitch! youâre gonna get piped down soon! I promise! Although you felt a bit selfish dumping your girl problems on her, she never made you feel guilty and justified that you always listened to her ramble about her hook-ups and high rambles. The only time sheâd ever complained about anything related to your sorrowful monologues about missing Ellieâs laugh and smile and tongue was when you two had to work on your Music & Production Theory assignment (Iâm gonna kill you if we fail and youâll die dickless! Donât play with me!).Â
âŠBut other than that, sheâs been so sweet!
Ellie has also been keeping in touch ever since you left. She sent you snaps of Duchess zooming around the house, her meals for the day, and three-second voice memos of her new project she was working on. You knew that sheâd been flying back and forth to California and had a packed schedule with her producer friends whenever she was there, but your heart couldnât help but turn gray when you wouldnât hear from her for a few days.Â
Now it's March, and you and Arya are sitting on the floor as you glared searing holes into your phone. Ellie sent you a text when you were in class earlier saying that she missed your voice and was going to call you the second she had the opportunity. And you werenât going to miss it. Ellie was worth wasting your Saturday night on!Â
âIâm not gonna lie girl,â Arya's voice cut through your intense phone-staring. âIâve definitely had my dickmatized moments but youâre kinda crazy.âÂ
You looked up at Arya as she carefully packed her blunt to get ready for her smoke sesh with her friends, concerned look on her face. It made you frown.Â
âWhat, why? Whatâd I do?â You asked with your brows pulled down.Â
And before you could hear her answer, you got a notification. You nearly snapped your wrists at the speed your hands flew to grab your phone to see if it was Ellie, your eyes bulging at your screen, only to see that your sister snapped you. You sighed in slight disappointment before opening it.Â
You ignored Aryaâs snickering.Â
Your sister sent you a picture of her with hairspray and a lighter in her hand with a caption IM MOVING TF OUT I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT NO MORE BUGS R EVERYWHERE WHAT IN THE FUCK.
You couldnât hold in your laugh as you snapped her back before Arya stood and went to the bathroom with a change of clothes in hand.Â
You heard the shower turn on as you got up and onto your bed to mindlessly scroll through Twitter.Â
After ten minutes of scrolling through a Best Euphoria Character breakdown thread, you got a text from Ellie, and you nearly squealed in excitement.Â
hiiii im sorry i havent been able to b on my phone like that :( been super busy with this sample
i just wanted 2 let u know that i might have 2 call u another time we still have a bunch of layering to do for this track n weâre on a timer. i miss u so fucking badÂ
You couldnât ignore the sadness in your chest, but you texted back understandingly anyway.Â
itâs ok :( i miss u too. miss ur voice :(Â
Her reply bubble immediately popped up.Â
i know baby fuckkkk i miss ur voice so fucking bad im ab to start asking 4 daily voice memos đ€š
You smiled at your screen so wide.Â
LOOOOOOOL ur annoyingÂ
You typed and sent a follow up before she could.Â
go back 2 work đ„°đ„°
kiss :(Â
mwahÂ
mwah mwah mwah
You put your phone on your chest, and you couldnât stop the smile that grew on your face. She made you so, so happy.Â
The bathroom door opened, steam from the warm water exiting the room along with a towel-clad Arya.Â
âWhat you cheesinâ so hard for, girl?â She said as she grabbed her edge control off her desk.Â
âNothinâ,â you said with a dreamy sigh as you stared off past her.Â
ââŠUh huh, Iâm heading out soon, Iâll be back late tonight, so donât wait up.â She said with a smirk.Â
âDonât forget to send me your location,â you reminded her.Â
She let out a quick course, baby before she went back into the bathroom.Â
You went back to scrolling through Twitter until your eyelids got heavy. A comfortably dressed Aryaâsheâs definitely getting someâ kissed your forehead and dimmed your dorm lights before she left, and you dozed off.Â
You jolted awake as Rotation blasted in your ears. You drowsily picked your phone up and saw a el:3đČ and 2:34AM across your home screen.Â
You perked up immediately to answer, sitting up so fast that you went lightheaded for a second.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHi, you,â Ellieâs light voice rang through the phone. âWere you sleep? Mâsorry, we can talk laâ â
âNo! No, Iâm up, I was just napping, hi,â you said as you grinned softly at her laugh, laying on your back. âYouâre up late. Did you guys finish?âÂ
âNo, but we were exhausted, so we called off for the night. And one of my partners kept rambling about this girl he needed to call, so,â Her voice was already making you squirm. Thank god she couldnât see you. âBut I wanted to talk to you, couldnât help myself.âÂ
âOh my god, youâre so obsessed, damn,â you said with a giggle.Â
âFuuuuck yeah, sooo obsessed, need to drink your bath water, shit, I think Iâm dying!â she said in an overly desperate, dried out tone, making you laugh harder.Â
Both of your laughs calmed down before she started talking, âIâve been meaning to ask you something.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âUmmâŠâ She sounded a bit nervous, and it instantly made you antsy. âI know youâre not gonna be back for a couple weeks or whatever, but I just⊠like I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something, like just the two of usâŠâÂ
And a sly grin grew on your face. âEllie⊠are you asking me out, right now?âÂ
The other line was silent as you heard her move around and sigh before she spoke. ââŠThis was literally the worst way to ask a girl out, fuck, mâsorryâ â
You cut through her jittery rambles. âEllie, stop apologizing! Thatâs so cute! Of course, Iâll go out with you!âÂ
You heard her release a deep breath as she said, âFuck, thank god, holy shit, I was so nervous. Itâs been so long since Iâve done that. Almost shoved my vape down my throat.âÂ
You laughed as your heart beat quickened. âYou really gonna wine and dine me when I come home? Weâre that serious?âÂ
âOhhh, we're that serious, you're eating nothing but lobster and pasta when I see you, swear to god.âÂ
You snorted at her, âOkay, sugar daddy, get me a new car while you're at it. With insurance.âÂ
âAnything you want, baby.â She said with a sleazy laugh.Â
You hummed at her offer in attempts to mask the pounding of your heart, but she mocked you, humming back at you in a higher tone.Â
âShut up! Iâm just thinking!âÂ
âOh, yeah? About what?âÂ
You suddenly felt shy as her voice lowered. It was so much deeper. âJust⊠just you, I guess, I dunno, miss you.âÂ
You heard her shuffle again before she asked softly, a smirk evident in her tone, âYou miss me?â
You let out a quiet, but eager mhm! as your tummy swirled with want.Â
You listened to her gentle breathing before she asked, âYour roomie home?âÂ
And your heartbeat picked up, your eyes fluttering as your blinking slowed.Â
âN-no, sheâs gone.âÂ
âThen lay down for me, baby.âÂ
You instantly fell on your back, your scarfed head hitting your silk pillows. Your face was boiling hot, âI am.âÂ
âYou sound nervous, you good?â she asked you gently.Â
âMâgreat, just⊠yeah, Iâm okay, want you to keep talking.âÂ
âStop me whenever, you understand?â Her tone was much more serious, and it made your thighs clench, your boyshorts growing wetter.Â
You whined out a uhhuh!, but she corrected you immediately, âSay you understand.âÂ
âI understand! I get it, El!â Fuck, you wished she were here to touch you. To scold you in person.Â
You heard giggling and more shuffling around through the speaker, âYou gotta shirt on?âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
She chuckled lightly, âTake it off, take off everything while you're at it.âÂ
Your heartbeat spiked, âBut Arya might come back.âÂ
âThatâs why you have a blanket, honey.âÂ
âŠFair.Â
You quickly set your phone on your pillow, reaching for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to pull it over your head, tossing it to the floor. You arched your ass up to pull your boyshorts off and kicked them to the foot of your bed. You reached for your phone again.Â
âOkay, mâready now.âÂ
âSuch a cutie,â she cooed at you. You could hear the grin through her words. âGonna make you cum so hard the second I get my hands on you.âÂ
You whimpered into the speaker as your walls squeezed. Fuck, fuckfuck.Â
âYou make me go fuckinâ crazy, canât stop thinking about you.âÂ
âM-me, too.âÂ
âYeah? What dâyou think about?âÂ
Say it! your brain yelled at you. She already knows youâre a slut, just say what you want!Â
â...UmmâŠâÂ
âTalk to me, baby, about anything you want.âÂ
You gulped, heart pounding in your ears, âYour⊠your hands? Theyâre⊠really nice.âÂ
âYeah? What about âem is nice?âÂ
âEllieâŠâÂ
âLike when they touch you all over, when they hold you down?âÂ
âYes,â you barely whispered as your free hand traveled down your body. Not touching anywhere specifically, just roaming.Â
âKnow you do, they get you so fuckinâ hot,â She breathed through the line. âWanna touch yourself?âÂ
âYeah, wâna so bad.âÂ
âSay please.âÂ
âEllieeeâ âÂ
She cut off your embarrassed whines with a nastily casual tone, âI'll hang up right now. Ask nicely.âÂ
You balled your traveling hand up in a fist as you pleaded with an upset pout, âPlease, Ellie.âÂ
âPlease what.âÂ
â⊠Please help me?âÂ
ââŠ.â
âCâmon Ellie! Please make me cum! I wanna cum!âÂ
Her condescending laugh pierced through your ears, âTouch those pretty fuckinâ tits since I didnât get to before you left.âÂ
You moaned out as your pointer finger and thumb rolled your stiffened nipple as you squirmed.Â
âTheyâre so fucking sensitive, got my sheets so wet when I played with âem. Wanâem in my mouth again, shit.âÂ
You pulled at your other nipple, and you let out a moan into the speaker.Â
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, miss you so fucking bad.âÂ
âMiss you so much, Ellie, canât wait tâsee you.â You cried out quietly. Your pussy was clenching with need.Â
âTouch your pussy, babygirl, rub your clit. Get it nice and wet fâme.âÂ
You followed her instructions at a lightning speed, spreading your legs wider and reaching your hand all the way down to bring your slick to your clit. Your breathing picked up as you slowly rubbed it into your bud, hips jerking.Â
âTell me how wet it is,â you could hear how shaky her voice was getting, breathing labored. She was touching herself to you touching yourself, and it was making you wetter. It made you burn. It made you want to get her there.Â
âMâreally wet, El,â you mewled out to her, trying to ignore your bashfulness.Â
âYeah? Sâdripping on your bed like it did on mine?âÂ
âShit, yes, I feel it.âÂ
âFuuuck, bet itâs so fucking tight, gonna break that pretty pussy in so good.âÂ
âWant you to. Want you inside me sâbad, please.âÂ
âGonna give you whatever you want, promise, shit.â
You felt that feeling coming over you before you could think, âThink mâgonna cum, babyââ
âAlready? Always cum so fucking quickââ
âI-I just miss you!âÂ
âThen cum for me, love.âÂ
âGâna, daddy!â You heard her groan at the name.Â
âFuuuuck!â You heard the wet sounds from her pussy over her groans and whines of your name, and that swelling feeling in your gut exploded.
All you could get out was a garbled cumming! as your thighs shook in your pleasure, your fingers quickly rubbing your clit as your hips bucked towards the friction. It felt so much better because you knew she was listening.Â
âDonât fucking stop, youâre gonna cum again.â She scolded when your fingers slowed and your breathing slowed.
âE-Ellieeeâ!â
âYou wanted to cum so bad, right? Then fucking cum, fuck that pussy,â she mustâve been close: her breathing was heavier and shaky, the wet sounds from her side increasing.Â
You put your phone on speaker and set it on your pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could fuck yourself easier. Youâve never successfully made yourself cum like this, but you slid your middle finger in experimentally anyway. You released a light gasp at the stretch. You were so soft and slippery on the inside, your clit twitching as you wiggled around in search for that spot that Ellie found so easily.Â
âD-Do me a favor?â she gasped out to you.Â
âU-Uh huh?âÂ
She let out a breathy laugh, âPut your pussy on the phone so I can nut?âÂ
You laughed with her, shaking your head as you grabbed it with your free hand. You placed it between your legs, thrusting your finger in and out, âCan you hear it?âÂ
âYeah, babe, fuck.âÂ
You let out a moan with her, slowly fucking yourself and bringing your other hand over to rub your clit, hips jolting at the sensitivity. You both were moaning each other's name as you chased your pleasure in unison. You let out a loud moan when you prodded that squishy spot that made you black out the last time you saw Ellie. You hit it as hard as you could, pussy squelching around your fingers and belly swirling.Â
âGonna make me cum, shit, sounds so fucking hot,â she whined out in between heavy pants.Â
âCum with me, El? Please?â You rubbed your clit faster.
âGonnagonna, fuck, mâso closeâ!â
You let out a shout of her name as it hit you, your fingers trapped between the tight grip of your walls. You rubbed your clit as you grinded into your pussy, your head falling back as your hips rocked back and forth to ride it out. You tried to quiet your wails as Ellie came with you, letting out obscenities while she talked you through it. You could hear how fast her fingers were moving and it made another wave wash over you, your cunt giving one last bone-crushing squeeze as its twitching calmed.Â
You pulled your drenched fingers out and slowly rubbed your clit as you came down, listening to Ellieâs quieting gasps of pleasure. You reached to grab a couple tissues from your work desk, wiping your fingers and pussy before grabbing your phone to set on your pillow. You heard her shuffle before she spoke.Â
âYou okay, babe?â
âYeah⊠wish you were here,â you answered with a pout.Â
âI know, a couple more weeksân Iâm all yours.âÂ
âSâall Iâm thinking about,â you said gently. âGo get some rest.âÂ
âDonât want you to gooooo,â you heard her pouting. It made your heart skip. âStay on the phone with me?
âDonât you have to get up early tomorrow?âÂ
ââŠYeahâŠâ
âRight. You had a long day, go to bed.â Even though the sound of her breathing would lull you to sleep faster, you could only imagine how drained she mustâve been.Â
âFine,â you heard her sigh in resignation.Â
âSleep well,â you cheesed widely.Â
âIâll try, promise. Mmmmwaaah!â she sent a goofy kiss through the speaker. You sent one back.Â
âNight, El.âÂ
âNight, baby.âÂ
You hung up your line, throwing your phone on your pillow as you sat up to go to the bathroom.Â
You missed her scent so much.Â
Your sister was very in love. And lonely.Â
Itâs been almost three weeks since sheâs seen Isaiah.Â
She was typically good at keeping her sneaky links on the low, only calling them to fulfill her needs in the middle of the night, buy her drinks, smoke her the fuck out whenever she wanted, but she never expected to miss one of them or wait for their calls. Fuck time zones!
When Isaiah and your sister first started hooking up, it started off normal. Quick, but nastily satisfying fucks in hotel rooms (that he paid for, city girl shit), smashing in his rental car before his studio session, in her car before she went to work; it was strictly sexual for months, and she was fine with him constantly flying back and forth!Â
Until he returned from California with a new strain that he said reminded him of her. She damn near bought a ring to propose to him herself. He smoked her out, she had one of the best highs of her life, and he gave her the craziest head on her couch, how could she not want him?!Â
And now heâs gone, making beats in California again as she sat and thought about his voice. His scent.
Why did California always keep the most important people away from her?!Â
Thinking about that city always gives her a headache. She ignited the packed bowl of her pipe, staring holes into the black screen of her phone as she waited for his call.Â
You were editing another compilation of you playing all four seasons of Vivaldi as Arya snored on your shoulder. Your subs were going to eat this one up!Â
The train Wi-Fi was kicking your ass and was this close to fucking up your render, but you were managing.Â
You stretched your wrists, and you leaned back from your small tray table, resting against your head against the rest and grabbing your phone.Â
You got a text from Ellie!Â
hiiiii baby canât wait 2 c uÂ
got smth cute planned :)
You didnât notice the smile that spread on your face as you typed.Â
so excited :( wanna smell u so badÂ
You were about to set your phone down, but a text bubble popped up.Â
yeah? wna smell u tooÂ
gonna shove my nose in that pussy and inhale đ
IMMA EAT IT RAAAHH
Your entire body flushed hot as you shook your head.Â
AYOOOOO??
UR FUCKDIGNNSTUPIDD GET OFF MY PHONE
LFMAKOAAOOAAOÂ
kissie b4 i go? :(
mwahmwahmwah
mmmmmwwah
You set your phone down as you cheesed dumbly.Â
You wished this train would hurry the fuck up!Â
Your mom had come to pick you and Arya up from the station with slices of her freshly baked pineapple upside-down cake, kisses, and strong hugs. You never got used to being away from her months at a time; You'd missed her warm embrace so much.Â
You had a couple of days to yourself before you and Ellie's first date and⊠just thinking about it made your heart beat faster.Â
Sheâd texted you when you got home, telling you to dress up in something fancy. Would she buy you a fancy dinner? Take you to an art gallery? A night on the town in the city? The possibilities were endless with her!Â
Arya had been telling you that you needed to buy some⊠things for when the two of you get âfreak nastyâ, so she offered to drive you to the mall (no more fruit panties, you're an adult now!, sheâd scolded you). While you were excited for what happened after your date, you didnât want it to be narrowed down to that; You loved spending time with Ellie. You just got her back in your life, and you wanted to appreciate every moment that you could get with her when she wasn't working. You felt so happy when she was around.Â
⊠But of course, Arya wasnât hearing that.Â
âGirl, you can save all that sappy shit for the wedding, do you want crotchless panties under yourââ She paused her waving of the⊠very exposed pair of pink underwear as she remembered something. âOh fuck, you donât have a dress!âÂ
ââŠI was thinking about just wearing my prom drâ â
âDonât even finish that fuckinâ sentence, are you serious?! Your prom dress? On your first date? You needa be slapped for that!â She said, irritated as she glared at you. You glared back at her attitude, now just as annoyed.Â
âWhat do you expect me to do?! Iâm not⊠Iâm not like you guys, okay? This typa shit is easy for yâall. You know how hard it is for me to⊠do things like this. Why do you think Iâve been single this whole time?!â You said with a hurt frown.Â
You knew she never meant any harm whenever she scolded you about your romantic situations, âor lack thereofâbut that didnât mean it hurt your feelings any less. Youâre just starting to come into yourself and your appearance, and you need her, and everyone else, to be patient with you.Â
Arya mustâve sensed the pain and discomfort in your voice because her glare slowly fell, a gentle replacement immediately overtaking her expression. She set the panties back down onto the display table and grabbed your shoulders.Â
âMâsorry babe, okay?â She said softly, and you nodded as you looked off into the distance in rigid forgiveness; You knew she didnât like that. âLook at me.âÂ
Your eyes slowly met hers before she quietly spoke. âIâm sorry, I want the best for you, thatâs all.âÂ
She continued as your eyes watered. Just a little glisten! âYouâre such a beautiful personâinsideân out and I want you to feel that way, even more so now because of that dick-slanginâ girlfriend of yours!âÂ
âYouâre annoying,â you joked as you laughed quietly, making her smile.Â
âItâs true! Youâre my babyân I love you.âÂ
âLove you,â you mumbled into her shoulder as she pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a light kiss to the side of your head before pulling back.Â
She spun around and pointed towards the 30% off on all thongs! sign at the front of the store.Â
âCan you buy one, at least?â she said in half-joking exasperation, pout on her face.Â
ââŠSure,â You relented with a sigh. âI might not wear it for the date, though!âÂ
âThatâs fine, mama! Just wanna make sure you got one for safe keeping!â She said slyly as she stuck her tongue out.Â
You shook your head as you made your way over to the rack, eyeing the pine green thong on the mannequin.Â
Two days passed and you were getting ready for your first date! You couldnât believe it!Â
After Arya drove the two of you to the airport to pick up Kris and Starr, theyâd spent the night at your place so they could see you off before Ellie came to pick you up.Â
Starr helped you wax your eyebrows and legs: she offered to wax your cooch, but you were scared and a little embarrassed at the thought of your friends seeing you so⊠exposed. You knew your friends didnât care about seeing you naked, but you were still a bit sheltered with them. Iâll stick to my razor! you'd said.Â
Kris was pressing your hair while Arya helped you glue your lashes on as you frantically checked the time with a bouncy knee. 6:33⊠6:34⊠6:36!
Even though Ellie said that your reservation was at seven-thirty, you still needed to get dressed, had to count for the drive, potential stops for gas⊠and what if there was an accident on the road and it made you both late⊠oh, god what if you both caused the accidentâ!
âBro, can you calm the hell downâ âÂ
âYâknow, Iâm getting really sick of yâall asking the girl with anxiety to calm downâ!â
âStop moving and hold your ear down!âÂ
You thanked god your mom was out on a wine night; She didnât need her night ruined with you and your friends bickering.Â
You grabbed your ear in a tight downward pinch with a harsh sigh, moving it so Kris could straighten your baby hairs. Even with all this frantic movement from everyone in the room, they made it clear that they didnât want you to see your final look until the very end, blocking all mirrors available with their bodies.Â
After fifteen minutes of⊠pure chaos, your hair laid flat, and your face was beat. You pressed kisses all over your friendsâ faces with breathy iloveyouthankyouâs before grabbing your dress and undergarments to sprint to your bathroom, making sure not to look at yourself even though you desperately wanted to.Â
You shut the door with a deep and heavy exhale. You looked at your dress with pounding in your ears: it was a floor length, black velvet maxi dress with lace detailed sleeves. It accentuated your bust so a little cleavage was showing (I, personally, would have my nipples out, but this is cute, too! you recalled Arya saying in the dressing room); It was so⊠classy. You felt like an adult when you tried it on. You hope Ellie likes it.Â
You shook off your insecurities before they could terrorize you and removed your tee, underwear, and sweatpants. You put your pine green, lacy strapless bra on with the thong to match, adjusting it so⊠your pussy could fucking breathe how do people wear this shit everywhere they go!Â
You grabbed your dress and stepped into it, carefully pulling it up and over your shoulders. You straightened it out with your hand, making sure no wrinkles were in it before you took a breath, opened the door, and walked out to your bedroom.
Starr was the first one you made eye-contact with and she damn near fell out of your desk chair and onto the floor. Your eyes widened as the other two turned with excited gasps and shrieks.Â
âOH MY FUCKINâ GOD WHAT THEFUCKâ!â
âYouâre so fucking fine, holy shitâ!â
âIf it donât work out with olâ girl, you know where to find meâ!â
You shook your head at them before dropping your gaze to your floor so that they couldnât see your small smile, your face flushed, âOkay, okay, can I look now?âÂ
âYeah baby, turn around!â Kris said excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders with an encouraging squeeze.Â
You spun around and was immediately met with someone who⊠did not look like you. At all. Even your brain was too stunned to speak. What the fuck?Â
The girls' excited expressions slowly dropped when they witnessed your shocked reaction, but you werenât upset at all. Just⊠surprised. In a good way.Â
âWhatâs the matter, honey?â Kris asked you gently from behind with concerned eyes, meeting yours in the mirror.Â
ââŠIâm just reallyâ âÂ
THROW IT IN ROTATION! (THRâ)
You jumped towards your phone on your dresser, nearly knocking your lamp off it. You answered immediately when you saw who it was.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHiiiii, mâdownstairs!â Ellie said giddily, and your spirit brightened. You smiled widely, and the girls followed.Â
âIâm coming down right now, just needa put my shoes on!âÂ
âOk, is it fine if I come in for a sec or?âÂ
âYeah, itâs fine. The girls wanna meet you!â And they nodded eagerly in agreement.Â
â⊠Fuck, now Iâm scared.âÂ
âDonât be! Theyâre so sweet, câmon.âÂ
âK, gimme a sec, mmmmmwah!â she said goofily, you sending one back just as dopily before you ended the call.Â
âYâall gay as shit,â Starr said with a headshake, making the other girls snicker and jump in excitement.Â
You, heels in hand, and your friends nearly jumped down the staircase to rip the front door off the hinges.Â
The minute your eyes connected with Ellieâs, you had to stop yourself from dropping to your knees and doing something crazy. Fuck.
She was dressed in an all-black suit with a⊠fucking turtleneck underneath her jacket. Her sleeves were rolled up so her forearm tattoo was exposed. She hadâŠCuban links around her neck and wrists. Her hair was cut into a mulletâwhen the fuck did that happen, holy shit?!â and the two slits in her brow were more prominent. You noticed one of her hands was behind her back, but you couldnât even bring yourself to care about what she was hiding. You were, by all means, ready to fuck right now. You nearly said fuck the date.Â
And by the darkening of her eyes as she took you in from head to toe, you could tell she was ready, too.Â
ââŠHey,â she said to all of you, but she kept eye contact with you. You stared back.Â
âHi! Nice to finally meet you, Iâm Arya,â your best friend interrupted as she stuck her hand out towards your date. Her eyes left yours to politely greet your friends with cute smiles and handshakes.Â
And then she turned to you, bringing her hidden arm around to hand you a burgundy sunflower wrapped in gold and pink ribbons and plastic. Evening sun!Â
She stepped inside and into your spaceâshe always smelled so fucking good! â as you took it from her hand with a gentle thank you. Her cheeks were so red as she whispered back of course before planting a soft kiss to your lips. You heard your friends squeal quietly. Neither of you cared, sucked into your own little universe.Â
âReady?â she whispered. You nodded excitedly with a toothy grin, stepping into your heels. She smiled back before taking your hand in hers.Â
âOh fuck, wait a second!â Kris said loudly before running upstairs. You looked at your two friends, confused. Starr smirked as Arya shrugged.Â
Kris came running back down the stairs with a small backpack in her hand, giving it to you.Â
âPacked you some⊠things. Might not see you for a few days,â she said slyly as she winked, causing Starr to snicker. What the hell was in this bag?Â
âBe careful with our little baby, now! Sheâs fragile!â Starr called out.Â
âWill do, donât worry,â Ellie replied with a light laugh before turning to you to whisper, âCâmon, baby.âÂ
âDonât forget to lock the door before you guys head out, keys under the mat,â you turned to say to your friends as you slowly walked out. âI love yâall!âÂ
Shouts of love you! and be safe! rung through your ears before you gently shut the door. Your back was immediately pressed up against it before you could think, Ellie craning her neck to connect your lips in a hot kiss. Your knees went weak.Â
She pulled away before you could protest, looking you up and down, âHad to do that, fuck, you look gorgeous.â Your cheeks were so hot as you mumbled a quiet you, too!
âThink Iâm gorgeous?â She hummed out with a small smile. You saw her cheeks shine a darker shade of pink.
You nodded with an mhm!, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her in for another kiss. She grabbed your forearms and moved back with a shake of her head.
âOkay. No more bullshit, weâre classy tonight!â She said with a clap of her hands.Â
âJust one more,â you shook your head with a pout as you attempted to move her closer.Â
You shut your eyes when you saw her face move closer to yours before you heard her whisper a no against your lips.Â
âCâmon, weâre gonna be late,â She said with a foxy grin. She took your hand in hers to lead you to her⊠sleek ass car, fucking shit!Â
The heartbeat in your ears nearly deafened you.Â
The restaurant was⊠impeccable. You thought Cheesecake Factory was fancy; They were nothing compared to this spot. It was dimly lit, crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, tables draped in a black cloth, marble plates, candles, bottles of champagne⊠This is wealth!
Ellie hadnât let your hand go the entire car ride, all the way up until you reached the front desk to confirm your reservation. You both were led to an exclusive spot on the second-floor outdoor balcony so that the two of you were alone. You teared up at the sight in front of you.
Your small section was filled with lit lanterns, the decorative trees around your table wrapped in fairy lights, and your table was surrounded with rose petals. There was even a small flowerpot with an evening sun sticking out of it. The gesture was so simple, but your eyes watered with gratitude. You couldnât believe she organized this for you.
âLike it?â She sounded so nervous next to you. You turned to face her and nodded with a sniffle.
âSuch a crybaby, jesus,â she mumbled with a shaky laugh, reaching towards a napkin on the table to hand to you. You dabbed your eyes, minding your liner.
âThis is so sweet, Ellie, oh my god,â you watched her expression fill with affection and doting before she pulled you in to kiss your forehead as she led you over to the table.
She grabbed the back of your chair to pull it out for you with an over-exaggerated call of mâlady!, ushering you to sit down. You laughed wetly before you sat with a thank you!
âI wasnât joking when I said you can get whatever you want,â She stated as she circled the small table to get to her seat. âIâll buy this place out if you ask, donât give a fuck.âÂ
Fuckfuckfuckâ!
âEllie, this is prettiest place Iâve ever fucking been in, oh my god!â You said as you glanced around the room.Â
âEhhh, itâs alright,â she said with a cocky smirk, shrugging as she shook her jacket off her shoulders. You tried not to look at her toned arms too closely as you rolled your eyes. âWant some wine?âÂ
âIs⊠is that allowed?âÂ
â⊠It is tonight, shitâ â
A man dressed in a black shirt, slacks, and apron cut her off with an introduction as your server, bowing his head in greeting. You noticed how he kept returning his gaze to you as he described the specials, but you paid it no extra mind.
After Ellie asked for the most expensive wine, the server departed with a stiff nod in her direction. You noticed her intense gaze as she watched him leave.Â
âYou okay?â you asked gently. She silently shook her head yes before reaching out to you to grab your hand, playing with your fingers.Â
Hm. That was weird.Â
Dinner was fucking incredible. Shrimps shouldâve never been called the âroaches of the seaâ, they tasted too good!Â
You were two glasses of wine in, ânursing your thirdâand you were starting to feel warm and fuzzy, a smile permanently painted on your face as Ellie went on about astrology; You didnât know what the fuck a mercury retrograde was, but you supported anything that kept that impassioned look in her eyes! She looked so excited!Â
ââthat fucker thought that because Iâm a fucking Libra I wasnât gonna say anything. Like, I literally have an Aquarius rising, you cunt! Iâll fuckinâ run you ovâ â
âHowâs everything?âÂ
You looked to your side and made eye contact with your server, you sipped from your glass as you eagerly nodded, âOh my god, it was fucking incredible. Who knew shrimps could be that goddamn huge! Are we allowed to say bad words in here?!âÂ
He laughed while nodding, âYes maâam, youâre allowed to do whatever you want in here. Would you like any dessert with the rest of your wine?âÂ
âYes, please!â You got giddy at the mention of sweets, âI saw this chocolate molten lava cake lookinâ thing on the menu, but there was no ice cream on top. Can yâall⊠à la mode it?âÂ
âCourse we can, the Chocolate Fondant with ice cream!â He said as he pulled out his notepad from his apron pocket, scribbling before turning to Ellie. You noticed how tense she looked: she was sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed, her finger tapping on the arm rest, and her shoulders were stiff. You didnât comment on it, but something was off. âAnd for you?âÂ
She didnât answer, and her lack of response concerned you. You reached over to gently place your hand on top of her⊠clenched fist on the table, âEl? You donât have to get a whole one. You wanna share with me?âÂ
She hadnât looked at you since he arrived, though: she continued to glare at the waiter, and when you turned to look at him, you saw him glare at her. What the hell?Â
âWeâre gonna get that to go, actually.â She demanded, her gaze sharp like knives. You recognized that tone of hers instantly. She was this close to swinging. Oh no.Â
âI think that would be best. Cash or card?â He snarked. You whipped your head to glare at his tone.Â
You felt the table shake as Ellie moved to stand. You jumped up and stood in front of herâalmost breaking your damn ankle in these heelsâ before she could lunge at the waiter, letting out soft warnings of nononono as you blocked her off. This was an elitist establishment; youâre not trying to get arrested! The waiter scoffed and stomped off.Â
You watched Ellie seethe in her chair as she pulled her wallet out of her slack pocket, throwing a stack of hundreds on the table before grabbing her jacket. She wrapped her hand around yours before pulling you towards the restaurant's staircase.Â
She harshly pushed the doors of the restaurant open to lead you to the parking garage. You werenât having it, though.Â
âEllie! Ellie, wait! What the hell just happened?â You asked, grabbing her wrist with your free hand to stop her pacing.Â
âDoesnât matterâ â
âYes, it does!â You said louder as you yanked your hand from hers. You grabbed her flushed face in your hands, but she wasnât looking at you. She just continued to whisper obscenities under her breath.Â
âBaby, look at me please, talk to me,â you said gently, rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs in an attempt to soothe her.Â
She finally looked down at you, before looking around again, âLetâs get in the car first, câmon.âÂ
You released her face from your grasp with a nod, letting her guide you.Â
She let out a deep sigh when she shut her door. You leaned over to rub her knee comfortingly.Â
She looked down at your hand as her expression softened, âMâsorry, Iâ â
You shook your head, âItâs okay, just, what was that? Iâm so confused right nowââÂ
âMotherfucker wouldnât stop glaring at me, pissed me the fuck off,â She said between grit teeth. âKept lookinâ at you, the fuck was he smiling so hard for anywayââ
âA-at me?âÂ
âYes, at you,â She said like it was obvious. Your brows furrowed in confusion. âThe bastard almost broke his neck trying to show you the menu, ohhh of course I'll put ice cream on the chocolate fountain, sexy, I'll make sure the chocolateâs extra hot for you, like what the fuckâ â
You couldnât hold in your laughter at her exaggerated impressions, and you felt her relax as she scoffed a laugh out. You watched as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her mint vape, pulling from it. She turned her head to blow the smoke away from your face. You leaned over the center console, grabbing the side of her face to turn towards you. You planted soft kisses to her cheek in between your chuckles as she shook her head, licking her chapped lips.Â
âDinner was really good,â you said in between kisses.Â
She hummed before she sighed, âSorry I ruined it, you didnât even get your chocolate fountain.âÂ
You giggled, âFondant, baby.âÂ
She grumbled out a whatever, making you laugh harder, âI had so much fun, El, love spending time with you.âÂ
She turned her face towards yours to whisper, âMe too babe. Missed you so much.âÂ
âYou smell so fucking good,â you whispered against her mouth before you could think.
âYeah?â You felt her smirk.Â
You hummed in agreement before pressing your mouth to hers. She instantly reciprocated, turning her body so she could place a hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. The kiss deepened, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip before she sucked on it. You let out a whine when her tongue licked into your mouth. Tongueringtongueringtongueriâ
But then she pulled away. You followed her mouth with yours, making her smile.Â
âLetâs go home.âÂ
You nodded so hard, you almost snapped your neck.Â
The minute you stepped foot into Ellieâs place, her mouth was on yours.Â
Her strong hands were gripping your hips, your arms around her neck as you moaned in her mouth.Â
Jinglejinglejinglejingleâ
You pulled away from her and turned the second you heard Duchess coming, her small, fluffy body descending the stairs. You pushed Ellieâs grabby, traveling hands away.Â
âBaby! Oh my god! I missed you so much!â You squealed in excitement as you rushed over to her as quickly as your heeled feet would allow. She started purring and rubbing against your leg. You bent over to pet her little head as she nuzzled into your hand.Â
âYou really chose her over me, wow, okay,â Ellie called out from behind you as you heard the fridge open along with some clinking glass.Â
Of course, Duchessâs demons took over as she whipped her head off into the distance, seemingly shocked by something, before sprinting back upstairs. There had to be a ghost or something in this bitch!
You shook your head before standing straight to turn towards the kitchen. You noticed Ellie shamelessly staring at your ass before she slowly dragged her eyes up connected with yours. And she just took a shot of pure vodka. No chaser. Fuck.
âYou always talk about me staring, look at you!âÂ
âYouâre lucky thatâs all I did,â She said as she poured another shot for herself. âWas thiiis close to doing something outta pocket.âÂ
âOh yeah? Like what?â you challenged. Yup, that wine was still kicking.
âShoving my tongue in your ass,â she said casually with a shrug before leaning over the counter, taking sips from her shot glass.Â
That familiar swirl in your gut quickly turned into a tornado. Your pussy clenched tight with want. Oh. Oh, wow.Â
âOh.â
âUh huh.âÂ
Do something! Say something sexy, youâre boring her! your brain shouted.Â
âT-that guy was trash, huh?â you said with a sheepish laugh.Â
ââŠYup,â she said deeply as she watched you. Every breath you took, every nervous twitch of your body with that nasty little glint in her eyes. The one you recognized from New Yearâs. You stepped out of your heels and took a stumbly step towards the counter.Â
Confidence! Confidence, dammit!Â
âCan I have some?â You said as you pointed towards the bottle of Absolut.Â
She snorted a laugh before shrugging, âI dunno. Can you?âÂ
âShut up, gimme some,â you said as you folded your arms over your chest. Her eyes dropped to your tits as she licked her lips; She wasnât moving to get your drink, she just stared at your pushed up breasts. Your manicured nails dug into your lacy sleeve, but you stood your ground. âRight now.âÂ
She smirked at your tone before returning her gaze to yours, shaking her head no. She tilted her head condescendingly, lifting her brow at you. She was⊠fucking testing you! The goddamn nerve!Â
âEllie.âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âPour me a shot!âÂ
âOr what?â Her tone was so low, so relaxed. You could feel yourself getting so wet.
âOr mâgonnaâŠâ Come up with something, what the fuck! âMâgonnaâŠuh⊠fight you!âÂ
ââŠYouâre gonna fight me?â She squinted her eyes at you, setting the small glass down on the counter before folding her hands.Â
ââŠYeah! Yâknow what?! Iâm actually mad, you ruined our first date because you thought some guy was staring at me!â There was a shakiness in your voice, but you waved your arms in anger as you started pacing, your bare feet stomping on the dark tile. Along with soft jingles. Duchess was back! âIâve never been stared at by a stranger in my life!âÂ
Ellie wasnât retaliating, but you noticed her jaw clenching. It made you clench, but you pressed anyway.Â
âAnd you didnât even get me my dessert! Maybe I wanted him to stare at me! Maybe I wanted the attention, for once! For fucking onâ!âÂ
You hadnât noticed Ellie circle the counter during your toothless rampage, but you felt a sharp tug of hair at the back of your head. Your neck forcibly craned up at her as you let out a wet gasp and pained whined, your fist clenching in your shock and⊠arousal. Your eyes met her dark, fiery ones, her lips slightly parted as her breath hit your face. You couldnât stop fucking squirming, your thighs rubbing together to ease the sudden tightness of your core.Â
âDonât start acting like a fuckinâ brat,â She said lowly between grit teeth. âYouâre cute, keep it that way.âÂ
Despite your eagerness for⊠her everything, you spat back, âS-Screw you, Ellie! Youâre mean!âÂ
âKnow I am. Seems like you donât, though.âÂ
Your body involuntarily shuddered against her, and you mentally cursed yourself for being your biggest enemy! Your tough act faltered the second you put it on, and she smirked. âSo fuckinâ easy, you wanna screw me, baby?â
You were easy. You were, you were, all for her! Fuck, youâd do anything she asked of you. You hadnât even realized that your hands were slowly lifting your dress up on their own accord, bunching the fabric around your hips. She looked down and scoffed out a laugh, her grip in your hair tightening. You were moaning aloud already, what the fuck!Â
âGivinâ it up like that? Like a filthy slut?âÂ
You nodded, your head filled with nothing but desire. Need. Instinct. You needed her to fuck you right now!Â
âGet up those fucking stairs, gonna put the baby in the guest room.â You could hear her jingling on the couch.Â
Her grip on you loosened as she backed away to walk towards Duchess with a soft hi, baby! missed you!Â
That was a fast switch up!Â
You turned towards the counter and downed the rest of Ellieâs discarded shot before you bolted up the steps. You never ran so fast in your life.Â
After Ellie took care of Duchess, you heard her tread up the stairs. You were sitting on the edge of her made bed with your hands folded in your lap and slick pooling your thong. She met your eyes from where she stood by the top of the steps.
âLook at you, already so well behaved,â she cooed at you. She sounded so demeaning, and you loved it. You were so embarrassed that you did.Â
You didnât reply but watched her slowly walk towards you. Your breathing picked up and your heart pounded in your ears and head and clitâ
âYou used to be so fuckinâ sweet,â she said down at you, her lustful eyes twinkling under the green and blue hues in her room. She shook her head at you. âYou get some alcohol in youân start acting out? Thatâs what you wanna do?âÂ
You slowly shook your head no, jutting your bottom lip out.Â
âTalk.âÂ
âNo, Ellie,â you could barely whisper.Â
âTake this off,â she ordered abruptly, her pointer finger pulling at the bust of your dress.Â
You stood at her command, pulling your arms out of your sleeves to pull the dress down your body. Was it always this tight?!Â
After wrestling with your garb, it pooled at your feet. You stepped out of it clumsily as Ellie took in your appearance. You watched her rake her eyes over your body, chuckling softly at your undergarments.Â
âThese are cute,â she said as she snapped the band of your thong against your skin. It made you flinch⊠and wetter! âGiveâem to me.âÂ
Your breath hitched, curling in on yourself slightly.Â
She gently cut through your thoughts before you could gather them, âDonât think about it, just do what I ask.âÂ
You hesitantly hooked your thumbs into your underwear and pulled them down on autopilot, cringing slightly at the large wet spot on the little triangle. You pressed your thighs together to help alleviate some tension. It didnât help.Â
âGet up there,â she nodded her head towards her bed frame. You sat on the bed to scoot up the mattress, but she stopped you, tightly gripping your ankle.
âNuh uh, handsân kneesâ câmon,â she scolded, âWanna see that wet fuckinâ pussy.âÂ
You clumsily got up onto your knees, hands sinking into her pine-scented blankets. Your erratic breaths picked up as you nervously looked back at her over your shoulder. Her expression softened slightly, whispering okay, baby? and you nodded enthusiastically. You never wouldâve thought that you would enjoy Ellie being mean to you, but it was making you drip. She smirked and her gaze dropped to stare at your wet cunt, and it squeezed in excitement.Â
Be sexy! you thought. Make her want you!Â
You deepened the arch in your back slightly before you slowly crawled up her bed like a cat until you were faced with her black, detailed bed frame. You boldly shoved your face into her pillows, âyou sniffed them very deeplyâ making sure to keep your ass up as far as you could.Â
âItâs like that?â You heard her scoff out. Your pussy twitched at her voice; You hoped she noticed.
You took a deep breath, âIs it?âÂ
âFucking smartass. Show me your pussy.âÂ
Your body burned at her vulgarity; she had no shame! You whimpered before you reached your arms behind you to spread your asscheeks, both holes pulsing in excitement.Â
You felt her move onto the bed before you heard the ripping of fabric. She grabbed both your wrists in one hand, knotting your soaking wet panties around them before dropping your bound hands onto your back.Â
âELLâ â
You were going to scold her for ripping your new pair, but you were cut off by a stinging slap on your ass. You let out a pained groan in the pillow as your nails dug into your palms. Oh, you liked that. A lot. You wanted more. Fuck, you want her to hurt you.Â
âGotta beat it into you, huh? Thatâs the type of shit you like?â Ellie said in a nasty timbre. âThe only way tâget you to behave?âÂ
You didnât even get to lift your head to say yes! before another harsh slap landed on your other cheek and you let out a muffled squeal again. You knew your pussy was dripping onto her duvet in a puddle!Â
âYouâre lucky youâre only getting my fucking hand. Fuckinâ slut.âÂ
Why was the disgusting part of you wishing that she were using something more? Something that she could etch into your skin forever?
âE-Ellâ â
âBe quiet.âÂ
You shut up. You shut up so quickly.Â
âFuuck, look at this fucking ass.â You felt her calloused hands massage both cheeks. She spread them, made them jiggle. Hit you again.Â
âGonna let me play with it, babygirl? Hm? Gonna let me touch you how I want to?â She cooed out at you. You knew she knew your answer, but you nodded your sweaty head into her pillow anyway.Â
You felt her place a light kiss on the back of your thigh, right under your asscheek, before she got up. You heard a drawer slide open. Her⊠special drawer. Fuck, she was going to destroy you.Â
You craned your neck as best as you could
to watch as she pulled out some items. She set them on the dresser before she undid her chains, bracelets, and earrings. She took her turtleneck and slacks off, leaving her with mussed hair and a black sports bra with matching boyshorts. Her back, her fucking back, holy fuckâ
Your thoughts were halted by a thud near the edge of the bed: you couldnât see anything that she chose, but you saw that familiar shade of purple in the middle of the small pile.
âYou comfortable in that position?â She questioned you suddenly, her softness returning.Â
âUmm⊠I like it, but my arms hurt a little, not gonna lie.âÂ
She tsked at you, âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
âMâsorry! I was really into the âdonât talkâ thingâ â
âIf the don't talk thing makes you not tell me when you're uncomfortable, Iâm not doing it. You gotta tell me when you feel off, I donât care why or when it is,â She crawled up to you and undid the knot from your wrists before grabbing your hip to help move you onto your back. âHere, stretch out.âÂ
You laid your head on her pillow as you extended your arms and legs, sighing in relief before you rested, limbs spread out on the mattress, âMâokay now.âÂ
She hummed in acknowledgement, but she wasnât looking at your face. She was staring at your wet cunt, and it made you squeeze hard. She licked her lips as more slick pooled at your hole before meeting your eyes. âI like you better like this actually.âÂ
You nodded as you offered her your wrists, signaling her to tie them again with a wide grin.Â
She laughed at you before crawling up to pull at your bra wire, âWait, take this off first.âÂ
âWant you to do it,â you sighed out dreamily.
She hummed at you, moving up to straddle your waist, âI meant it when I said this was cute, by the way.âÂ
âExactly, was cute! You saw my panties for three seconds and ripped them to shreds,â you cackled out.Â
âI was excited, felt a little frisky!â She laughed with you.Â
You both slowed your giggles when she started rubbing them through the fabric, both hands massaging you through the cups.Â
Your eyes fluttered when your nipples brushed up against the lace, your back arching into her touch. She slowly bent down to take one of them into her mouth, the bulb in her mouth circling the peak. You gasped sharply, arching deeper as your hand flew to the back of her head. You gently scratched her scalp with your nails, and she sucked on it.Â
You jerked and your grip on her hair tightened, and she moaned around you. You moaned at the vibrations on your sensitive skin.Â
You hadnât noticed her hands snuck under you to undo the clasp of your bra as she pulled away from you, discarding the flimsy cloth and tossing it somewhere.Â
âSo much for a surprise,â you playfully rolled your eyes at her. Calloused fingers dug into your cheeks. Your smile dropped and your eyes fluttered as hers burned into yours.
âYouâre not off the fuckinâ hook. Watch your mouth, you understand?â She said lowly, breath hitting your face. You nodded quickly.
âI understand,â you whimpered out.Â
âAtta girl, you're learning,â she patronized with a satisfied grin, patting your cheek a couple times. You blushed harder. âGimme those hands.âÂ
She sat up to reach for your destroyed panties, your wrists connected at the veins as she bound them together, much tighter than the first time.Â
You rested your arms on the pillow behind you. She adjusted them so that your head was propped up and your neck was supported. You poked your chest out more as your tits jiggled with your movements.Â
âI do anything you donât like, you tell me.â She said in a hushed, but stern tone.Â
âI will, El, promise.âÂ
âOkay,â she bent down to press a soft kiss to your mouth before moving off you and towards the pile of toys.Â
She grabbed one of⊠what is that?Â
It was a teal circle with a small hole at the top of it. Technology is so interestingâ
âItâs clean, promise,â she mustâve noticed your furrowed brows and stare. You shook your head.
âSânot that, what⊠what is it?âÂ
âA vibrator, babe,â she said simply.Â
ââŠHm, never seen one like that before.âÂ
âI hadnât either. It was a gift,â she snorted before she clicked a button on the top of it. A low vibration filled the room, âIt feels good, though.âÂ
âWhatâs it feel like?âÂ
âItâs supposed to feel like youâre getting head⊠sorta,â She said in thought, âIt kinda does, like a little bit⊠wanna see if you like it?âÂ
âYeah, p-please?âÂ
âThatâs cute.âÂ
She brought her free hand up to roll your nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, making you whine out and squirm and arch your back. Your eyes fluttered closed.
You felt the gentle vibrations on your inner thigh before they slowly trailed up with every twist and pinch Ellie gave your nipples. Your hips started bucking up before she brought her hand down to slap your pussy. You let out a loud moan as your eyes shot open to meet her dark ones.
âStop moving.âÂ
âC-can't help it,â you said with pout.Â
âYeah, you can.âÂ
You let out a huff, and she gave your cunt another wet slap, much harder. You squealed loudly as your legs squeezed shut. Â
âDonât get a fuckinâ attitude.âÂ
You whimpered a sloppy slew of apologies, but you knew she wasnât hearing it as she pried your legs apart with one strong hand to slap it one more time before slowly rubbing your clit. Your hips jerked, but you forced them not to lift.
âYou get so fuckinâ wet,â she whispered in awe, the sticky noises of your pussy filling the room as she played with it. âHear that? Shit.â
âMissed you s-so muchâ âÂ
âKnow you did.âÂ
You moaned her name, and she mockingly moaned yours back. It made you leak more.Â
You felt her spread your lips open so she could watch your clit throb and jerk in need. You looked down and saw her eyes glued to your cunt, her freckled cheeks tinted red and her wet, pink lips parted. She looked up at you, smirking when she met your intrigued, needy eyes as she placed the vacant part of the vibrator over your clit.
âLike watching?âÂ
âThink so,â you shyly mumbled out.Â
And then you felt the vibrations on your soaked bud. You gasped as your eyes closed.Â
You felt her pull the toy away before she slapped your clit. You cried out as your eyes shot open to meet hers again.
âWatch me. Donât close your eyes.âÂ
You jerkily nodded; You watched her so closely. She kissed your clit before spreading them with her fingers to bring the open part of the toy to your clit, trapping it inside once more.Â
Your bud was surrounded by the pulsing sensations of the soft silicone and your eyes almost rolled back into your head, but you craved Ellieâs praise, her reassurance. You wanted to be good for her.
All you could do was moan and shudder and watch her.
âFeels good?âÂ
âFeels sâgood, babyââÂ
âYeah? Want some more?â she said fondly with a filthy glare.Â
You mumbled out a quiet yeah, waâmore! in between your pleas.Â
She pressed another button on the toy, and the vibrations got stronger. Your cries got louder.
âSloppy fucking pussy.âÂ
The tight pull in your gut was building, but you needed more. You wanted to pull on your nipples so bad but you fucking couldnât! Why did you want your hands tied so badly?Â
âEl,â you barely got out between your heavy pants, âcan youâmmh!âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âT-ouch my tits? Please, mâright there!âÂ
She snickered at you before reaching up to slap one of them, leaving remnants of your slick on the soft skin. That wasnât what you were expecting, but you want more of that!Â
âHit me more?â you keened, your eyes glossy.
âYou asking?â she snickered, and you nodded so fast.Â
She shook her head at you, âYouâre gross.âÂ
For her! Youâre so nasty for her her herâ
You received another slap. And another. Then she reached up to dig her nails into your brown bud. You couldnât stop your eyes from rolling back, it hurt so good.
âShit, mâgonna cum!âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
All you could do was moan out warnings of sâcoming! and I feel it! and yes! It built and built until you could taste it andâ
 ⊠Everything you felt stopped. And Ellie was laughing. You were going to cry.Â
No⊠nononoâ
âTold you to keep your eyes open.âÂ
âE-Ellie, please no, I canâtâ â
âYâknow, I was hoping you could follow simple instructions,â she cut you off as she moved towards the pile again, grabbing her⊠fat fucking dick, yes finally yesyesyesâ
And lube⊠and an emerald green buttplug with a matching⊠remote? Oh, fuckâ
âYou donât know how to fucking listen, do you?â She tossed the items next to you before grabbing your shaky thighs to pull you closer to her, your head dropping onto the soft mattress. You laid flat on your back as she loomed over you, your legs on either side of her.Â
She watched your twitchy hole produce more slick, âDonât even need to get you ready, could just slip right in and fuck you how I want.âÂ
âWanâyou to! Wannâit so badâ âÂ
âYeah? Want me tâuse you?âÂ
âFuck yes! Yeah!âÂ
âKeep these fuckinâ legs open, then,â she grabbed her dick and stood to step into it, adjusting the straps securing them around her hips. She climbed back between your legs as she intensely stared at your tits. She looked so deep in thought, brows furrowed with her bottom lip between her teeth; What the hell was her evil brain conjuring up?!
She gave your breast one last burning slap that made you cry out before grabbing the lube off the bed. You watched as she ripped the cap off, pouring some into the palm of her hand to bring down to her dick to massage it into the ridges. Your walls were squeezing so tight, your pussy begging for whatever she was about to do.
You almost flatlined on her bed when she straddled you, climbing up your body until her dick rested between your tits, the lube she smeared all over it transferring to your skin. Her thick, wet tip was almost touching your chin, and all you could do was gape at it before slowly blinking up at her, meeting her burning gaze. She bit her lip as she slowly tipped the bottle of lube, letting the thick consistency land your chest before she rubbed it into your skin with her cock. You felt so fucking dirty!Â
âStick that tongue out,â she ordered deeply as she closed and tossed the lube bottle.Â
Your lips parted on command, your tongue slowly sliding between the two of them. She grabbed your face in a tight grip before letting a line of spit slip out of her mouth and onto your tongue. You felt it slide down your tongue before you happily swallowed
it. You lolled your tongue out, silently asking for more with pleading eyes.Â
She sneered at you before she did it again, getting it all over your chin and cheeks. You couldnât stop the whimper that left your mouth. She let a blob out onto your tits, mixing with the lube.Â
But then you felt a fiery hand come down on your cheek, your head flying to the side as you let out a choked gasp. Your thighs clamped together on instinct as your walls quivered at the sting. You felt her place a hand on the side of your head, keeping it still as her nails dug into your scalp.Â
âGâna fuck these tits sâgood,â you heard her groan out. Your cunt throbbed in desperation.Â
âWanâ you to!âÂ
âBeg me to,â she hissed at you.Â
âPlease, baby, pleasefuckâem!ââ
You felt her squeeze both your wet tits in one tight hand before she forced her dick between them, both of you letting out moans in between the squelchy noises from your bodies.
Her grip in your hair tightened as you heard her pleased sighs, her slurred curses, her whines of your name, why were you getting so tight, why did it feel like you were about to cumâ
âFuuuck, babygirl, feels sâfuckinâ goodâ!â
âE-El, pleaseâ â
âYeah? What does my girl need? Wanâ some fuckinâ attention?â You hated how hard your core squeezed at her belittling tone. You nodded as fast as you could in her tight grasp.Â
âNot gâna til I cum, youâre gonna fuckinâ lay thereân let me do what I want, thaâs what you wanted right? Huh?âÂ
More hot tears were falling to your hairline as you quietly sobbed and pleaded for her to touch your pussy, but she wasnât hearing any of it. She released the grip she had on your head, but she just shoved her drenched, lubricated fingers into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed around them, sucking them deeper.
âGonna fuck that throat so hard one day, swear to god.âÂ
You hummed and garbled pleas around them in excitement.Â
âShit! Need that? Just wanâ something in that pretty mouth?â Â
You nodded, you kept nodding, you want anything sheâll give you.Â
âGâna fucking cum, all over that gorgeous face,â she gritted out as she snatched her fingers from your mouth. Her wet hand flew to your tits, pushing them closer together so that she could fuck her dick into the little hole she tightened.Â
âW-Wanâ your cum, daddy!â you encouraged her as you watched, you needed her to cum!
âShit, baby, stick your tongue out,â she whined out as she grinded her dick between your tits. Your eyes opened and your tongue immediately started swiping across her tip whenever it came up to your mouth. Her hips jolted and stuttered on top of you as she watched you, and you watched her. You hurriedly sucked her rubber tip into your mouth and sucked sloppily like you were trying to milk her. You knew she couldnât feel the suctions, but you saw her eyes roll back into her skull as she let out a loud moan. She was bucking her hips into her strap as her nails dug into your tits. You kept the tip in your mouth as she rode out her pleasure.Â
She looked so pretty and soft: fluttery lids, swollen lips, and her dotted cheeks flushed as quiet whines left her mouth. So pretty, sheâs so fucking prettyâ
Her tip suddenly slipped from your mouth as she scooted down your body.Â
âK-Kiss?â you asked softly, voice unsteady.
She didnât say anything as she leaned down to connect your lips. It was light and careful, both of you breathing into each other's whines. She made sure to check on you, mumbling an okay? against your mouth. You whined out a yesyeah mâokay before you reconnected your lips.Â
You kissed for what felt like hours before she sat up to move off you.Â
âW-Wanâmore,â you mumbled with pleading expression.Â
âOkay, babe.âÂ
You watched as she scooted down, shuffling until she was between your legs. She held one of them up with a hand under your knee to press it to your chest, playing with your entrance with her free hand. You felt her slide a finger in and your mouth fell open, your walls clinging to her the deeper she prodded. You were stunned at how fast she found that spongy spot inside you, and you squeezed her tighter.Â
âLoosen up, can barely fucking move.â
You couldnât do anything except wail out incoherencies about how fast you were going to cum, and you felt her slide another finger in.Â
âNuh uh, hold it.âÂ
âCanât, Ellie, fuckâ â
âYeah you can, hold that shit.âÂ
You tried you tried, but you couldnât. All you could get out was a cry of stop, baby! stopstopstop before your peak washed over you.Â
But the pleasure left as fast as it came as she pulled out with a tsk, another slap landing on your pulsing clit. You sobbed her name, tears running down your temples.
âCouldnât even hold it for a few seconds?â She scolded, and it made you and your pussy cry harder.Â
âStop crying,â you felt her releasing the tight grip from under your knee to softly wipe your tears off your face. âLook at me.âÂ
Your glossy eyes slowly peeled open, taking in the sight above you.
âGood?â she asked softly, and you nodded with a whimper of mâokay, El, I like it so much! please fuck me!
âYeah? Babygirl wants some dick?âÂ
âYes! Pleasefuckmeeâ!â
You let out a groan when you felt her dick slap on your pulsing bud. You were spewing pleas and curses and cries of her name; you wanted her inside! Wanted to feel her so deep in your stomach!Â
You couldnât help but lift your head to look down at her cock sliding between your folds, her thick tip nudging your clit with every thrust.
How were you about to cum from that alone? Your eyes were fluttering from the pleasure. You whimpered out a warning of your impending orgasm.
âYou gonna cum from this? Mâbarely doing anything.âÂ
You couldnât speak, you just nodded. Your mind was hazy and racing with thoughts of her at the same time, your core clenching tight. Yeah, you were going to cum!Â
âDaddyâ!âÂ
âFuuuck yeah, need me, baby?âÂ
Your eyes rolled back so far back you swore you could see your brain shaking its head at you in disappointment, and you came so fucking hard. You felt her tip push past your spasming entrance as she quickly rubbed your clit with her thumb as it hit you. That stretch made you scream, and your head fell back.Â
âSâso big!â You couldnât even register what you were saying, your burning orgasm taking over your mouth.Â
âGonna be my good girlân take it? Gonna make me proud?â Her voice sent another wave through your body as it shook in painful pleasure.Â
âYeah, daddy, mâyour good girl!âÂ
âThen lemme in, love, câmon,â she whispered out over your moans and groans and squeals. Your orgasm was still ripping through your body, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the new puddle on the blanket. She was tearing you open with every shallow thrust, but you took every ridged, veiny inch like you were meant to.Â
âGood, baby? Talk tâme,â she said gently, halting her thrusts as she caressed your thigh.
âMâstiâmâstillcummimgâ! â
She scoffed a wet laugh at you and went even deeper, âI feel it, squeezing the fuck outta me. Dirty fucking whore.âÂ
You felt the balls of the strap resting against your ass as you slowly came down. She was all the way in, slowly pulling out only to push back in. Her tits were slightly jiggling in her bra every time she bottomed out. Your hands wriggled in the fabric; you wanted them in your mouth so bad.Â
âWanâtouch you, daddy, please?â you moaned out in a gasp as she fucked back into you, stretching you out.Â
âTouch me where?â She asked, thrusting deeper.Â
âMmh! Your tits, please!â
She huffed smugly before fucking into you faster. She brought her hand up to her chest, squeezing one of them through her bra, âThese tits?âÂ
âYeaah, fuck!â You could already feel another orgasm twisting in your gut at the painful stretch.Â
She mumbled out an uh huh as she slowly pulled the elastic up, her breasts slowly dropping out. She slowed her thrusts and brought her other hand to pull the cotton over her head, throwing her head back as both hands played with her nipples. Her moaning made you moan and fuck, you were in love!Â
âLemme go, El, fuck!â you pleaded, your hands pulling at the restraints. How was such fragile cloth so resistant!
âShit, baby, feels sâfucking good,â you watched her pull and twist them as she whimpered your name as she ignored you. Sheâd stopped thrusting to play with herself, only slowly grinding her hips into you, so you planted your feet on the bed to thrust your hips downward, clumsily bouncing up and down on her dick as you watched her.Â
She looked down at you and sneered, âYeah? Wanna fuck me?âÂ
âYes, wâna make you cum, daddy.âÂ
âHere, baby, gimme your hands,â you halted your movements bringing your arms to hers. She tore the knot in your panties and tossed them before slowly pulling out fully, a nasty shhlck! filling the room. You were so wet.Â
She leaned above you, reaching over your head to grab some pillows, setting them beside you. Her tits were in your face, so you slowly brought an inexperienced hand up to touch one softly. You gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing your other hand up to rub into the other. She let out a satisfied sigh of your name. You leaned up, boldly taking a soft nipple into your mouth. You sucked at it softly as your eyes fluttered shut, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin.Â
âShit, thaâs so good,â she moaned out before pulling at your now sweated out hair. You gave her one last hard suck before your head fell back on the bed, her mouth instantly connecting with yours in a spit-filled, smacking kiss. Her tongue was sliding all over yours before you sucked it into your mouth, making her moan into your mouth. She brought her hand up to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing the sides. She pulled back with a look of concern on her face, grip immediately loosening at your whimper, but you brought a hand up to cover hers on your throat, squeezing tighter. Your eyes nearly crossed when she hummed with a knowing smirk, pressing her middle finger and thumb into the sides again. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip before bending down to whisper in your ear.Â
âTurn over.âÂ
You stumblingly flipped onto your stomach as she shoved two plush pillows under your hips to support them, even though you were poking your ass out towards her anyway. You felt her slap it playfully before kissing it.Â
You felt her hands pulling your cheeks apart like she told you to do to yourself earlier. You felt her staring and it made your heart beat faster.Â
âOkay, El?âÂ
âMhm, just looking.âÂ
You looked at her over your shoulder, âYou can⊠um⊠yâknow?âÂ
âNo, I donât know,â she snickered.Â
âWhat⊠what you said earlier?âÂ
âWhatâd I say?âÂ
âAbout me! The thing you said!âÂ
âWant me tâeat your ass?â She said in between kisses on your cheek. She was grinning so hard.Â
ââŠY-yes?âÂ
âThen ask me.âÂ
You looked forward with a harsh sigh, âYouâre so annoyiâ â
A tight hand grabbed your hair to pull your head back roughly. You let out a pained moan at the ceiling before you felt her lips at your ear, âWhatâd I tell you about that fuckinâ mouth?âÂ
You instinctively pushed back on her with a whine of mâsorry daddy!
âNo, youâre not, you keep talking shitân itâs pissing me off. Iâve been trying to be nice tâyou.âÂ
Nice?! She almost made you black out with one orgasm!Â
You didnât have a response, but your eyes actually did cross when you felt a thumb prod your ass.Â
âShould just shove mâdick in here, huh? I bet thatâd get you to shut the fuck up,â she spat out and your back arched deeper at her proposal.
You felt another glob of spit land on your other hole, her thumb immediately circling it before popping the tip of it in. You let out a loud moan at the intrusive sting.Â
âBeen wanting me to fuck this ass since I said it, havenât you?â She rasped at you.Â
âYeah!â
âYeah!â She mocked you in a squeaky tone. âYouâre disgusting, who woulda thought you would like this type of shit.âÂ
Her thumb was fucking in and out of your hole as fast as she could manage. You shouldnât like how much it hurts, that burn shouldnât be making your orgasm build up again.Â
She let your hair go and your head flopped onto the pillow in front of you. Your nails dug into it when you felt her dick line up at the entrance of your pussy before she shoved it in. You let out a muffled shout.
You didnât have a chance to adjust before she started fucking into you hard. Squelchy noises, slaps of skin, and your screams of pleasure immediately filled the room, her headboard knocking against the black walls. It was so fast and hot and made you feel cheap, and you fucking loved it. It made you feel desired.Â
âThis is what you wanted me to do in that fuckinâ closet?âÂ
âYeah, daddy, fuck!âÂ
âWanted me tâfuck you up? Make you mâfucking bitch?âÂ
âUggh! Elâ!â
âShouldnât even be fucking you in this bed,â She groaned out, grinding her thumb deep into your ass.
âShouldâve bent you over that dinner table, right in front of that fucker.âÂ
The imagery of Ellie fucking into you in front of your asshole of a waiter, making you scream out in front of everyone eating and drinking, claiming you as hers so that they know who you belong to made you see white. You bit down on the pillow in front of you as bursts of wetness left your cunt and splattered onto your thighs, the pillows, and Ellieâs dick. But she didnât stop, you felt her go faster. Hit deeper.
âMâcu-mming!â you screamed, shouts of prickling pleasure muffled by the material in your mouth.
âYeah? Thaâs making you cum? Wanna get fucked in public like a whore?âÂ
âD-ahh! Fuckme!â
âBabyâs so stupid for this dick,â Her tip was hitting your fucking cervix and it hurt so good. You were about to cum again! âWhoâs pussy is this?âÂ
âSâyour pussy! Sâdaddyâs pussy!âÂ
âKeep sayinâ that, sâgonna make me cum so hard,â she groaned out, her thumb leaving your ass and ripping the pillows from underneath you, your hips dropping onto the bed. You felt her push back into you, her chest on your back as she grinded deep into you. Her arm came around your neck, your throat right in the crevice of her elbow as you let the pillow fall from your mouth. Your nails were digging into the covers as your cunt gushed on her.
âYouâre getting so fucking wet. Like when I fuck you up? Treat you like shit?âÂ
âYeah yeahyeahâ!âÂ
âMake me cum, babygirl,â she whispered in your ear. âFuck me back, câmon.âÂ
You pushed back onto her as best as you could as she grinded forward, even though it was quick and sloppy and desperate. She started moaning out fucks and like thats and all you could mumble out was slurry sâyours, daddy! because you knew she liked it. Her voice on its own was getting you there.
âFuck, mâgonna fucking cumâ â
âUh huh! Cum in me, daddy pleasepleaseplease!â you squealed out in dazed excitement. You want her cum you want her cum!Â
âFuuuck, babygirl, sâcomingâ!â
âPlease make my p-pussy sloppy?â you could barely get your pleas out as your mind fogged. You couldnât even bring yourself to feel embarrassed at your eagerness for her cum, and by the way Ellie shouted your name in your ear as her body shook on top of yours, she mustâve somewhat liked it? Right?Â
Your second thoughts quickly died as you fucked back onto her, helping her ride out her orgasm. She was crying out as her nails dug into your shoulder, and the sharp pierce made you cum again! You let out babbles of her name in your pleasure. You were both messes in each other's arms, you pushing back while she pushed forward, trying to make it last as long as you could before it died down.
You let out wet groans as she grinded you both to the ends of your orgasms, and you collapsed.Â
You felt a light kiss on your shoulder before Ellie gently pulled out of you, falling onto the bed so that you were side by side. You both tried to catch your breath in your exhaustion.Â
After minutes of heavy breathing and light caresses from Ellie, you reached under to grab the object that was digging into your side. When you saw what it was, your eyes widened, and stomach twisted.Â
You heard Ellie laugh softly next to you, âWe didnât get to use it.âÂ
You paused as you stared at the buttplug that sheâd thrown on the bed, the faux emerald at the end of it shining under the green fairy lights.Â
âItâs pretty,â you said in a hoarse whisper.Â
âMhm,â she nodded. âFeels good, too.âÂ
Your toes curled.
âWhatâs it feel like?âÂ
She smiled, âYou sound cute when you ask that.âÂ
You shook your head and grinned shyly, âIâm just curious, I assume itâs⊠nice, or whatever! People on Twitter always talk about it.âÂ
âYeah, itâs really fucking nice.âÂ
âHave you used it?â She nodded.Â
âCourse I have, used all of âem.âÂ
âTell me what happened!â you said, dropping the toy on the bed before giddily flipping onto your side to face her. It made her giggle; You loved that sound.Â
âI was⊠like in this sex shop in Cali, and the cashier was like âheyyy, your orders over a hundred dollars, you can get a free item, blah blah blahââ âÂ
âNot that, you bonehead! I mean when you use it!â You both let out loud laughs.Â
Her smile dropped slowly before she whispered, âCame really fuckinâ hard the first time I tried it, like⊠really hard. Swore I saw god.âÂ
Your core squeezed in intrigue. You listened closely as she continued, âLike, I was still cumming even after I switched it off. There was a giant puddle on the floor when I finally stoppâ.âÂ
âEllie?â you softly cut her off.
âYeah, honey?âÂ
âCan you⊠will you⊠I wanna try?â you said as your face burned, hoping she would accept your poor proposal to take your⊠other virginity.Â
You watched a sly grin slowly grow on her face.
âLemme go check on Duchessân smoke.âÂ
You nodded slowly with a fluttery blink.Â
It was almost midnight, and you were laying next to Ellie on her couch in her Lauryn Hill shirt as you nursed a bottle of water. You watched as she exhaled the smoke from her pre-roll.Â
After chasing Duchess around the kitchen and living room, you both covered her in kisses before filling her food bowl and shutting the guest door as she ate.Â
âSuch a nice view,â you mumbled as you gazed out the large window. Youâd never been fond of the city: you always appreciated the stillness of your town, the close community where everyone knew each other, but the scenery in front of you almost makes you want to change your mind. It was always so lively and bright, even in the darkness.Â
âRight? When I first moved in, I slept in front of the window for weeks. The noise helped me sleep a bit better and the lights are pretty,â She said quietly before taking a puff. You listened and watched as she exhaled the smoke. You sat your bottle on the floor before speaking.
âCan I try?âÂ
âYou know how?â She asked impishly with a raise of her brow as the remnants of her puff left her mouth and nose.Â
âFuck you! I know how to smoke, I just choose not to!âÂ
âRight,â she said with an eye roll, gently tapping the ashes off on the ashtray in front of her before passing the joint to you.Â
You propped yourself up on your elbows before taking it between your thumb and pointer finger, watching the smoke leave the lit end before sticking it between your lips. You only inhaled for a couple seconds before pulling it from your mouth, softly coughing.Â
You slowly turned your head to look at her for approval, finding that she was already watching you. Her hair was still damp from earlier, her lips were swollen, and she was still in her boyshorts.Â
âMeh. Still a fucking rookie,â she said in a light tone as she wet her lips. You shoved her shoulder with yours, making her laugh.Â
âThat strainâs supposed to make you horny,â she whispered, attempting to grab the joint from you. Something nasty curled in your gut at her tone, mindlessly bringing the joint back to your lips and inhaled some more before she could snatch it. You held it much longer than the first puff before choking on the carbon, making her laugh at you. You felt her pat your back gently through your coughs. You passed it back to her and she took it with a shake of her head.Â
After she smoked her joint down, she bolted upstairs, swiftly returning to the couch with full hands.Â
You flipped onto your back as she pressed the button on the buttplug remote, and it immediately started pulsing. She smirked down at you.Â
âThereâs a couple settings, we can try âem all and see which one you like the most, âkay?âÂ
You nodded eagerly as she switched it off and threw the toy on the couch next to her dick and flavored lube. She straddled you, grabbing your face in both hands to connect your lips in a soft kiss. You hummed into her mouth before she pulled away.Â
âLemme give you head first, though.âÂ
âS-sure.âÂ
She hummed before smacking her wet lips onto yours. She planted wet, sucking kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulder before she moved down your body. She lifted the shirt you had on just under your tits before she went crazy on your clit. She was flicking and licking and sucking between your legs as your fingers ran through her soft hair to pull her closer. Your moans and noises of your pussy as she fucked you with her tongue and fingers filled the entire first floor of her home. You came so quickly on her tongue, squeezing the muscle and fingers in a bone-crushing grip. You could tell she liked it as much as you did by how she moaned into your cunt.Â
After you came down, Ellie instructed you to hold your legs up so she could see your ass. They were pressed to your chest, both your arms tucked into the crevice of your knees as Ellie prepped you for the toy.Â
Sheâd rubbed some of your cum in before she spat on it, and now she was drenching her fingers and opening in the lubricant as you watched.Â
âJust relax, âkay?âÂ
âYeah,â you nodded. You were a bit nervous, but your walls were clenching with want.Â
She nodded before gently rubbing your drenched hole with her pointer and middle finger, making you sigh. You felt her slowly push a finger in and you immediately started to squirm. Your body was so hot already.Â
âOkay?â She asked you gently.Â
âYeah mâgood,â you said in a wanton sigh.Â
She grinned before kissing the back of your thigh. You felt another finger at your entrance before a burning sensation took over when she slowly pressed it in, and your head dropped onto the cushion in a choked gasp.Â
âYeah? You like this shit?â She asked snarkily, but shock was evident in her voice.Â
âY-yeah, El, like it!â
âSo fucking cute, gonna fuck this ass so hard,â she whispered out, grinding her fingers deeper before pulling them out to squirt more lube on them.Â
She slowly pushed them back in and the lack of resistance made your toes curl.Â
âDo me a favor?âÂ
âM-mhm?â
âGet that niceân wet for me,â she said, shoving the emerald plug in between your twitchy fingers. You gripped it tight, releasing the hold you had on your legs so you could spread them. You brought your free hand down to your drippy cunt to spread the lips, exposing your clit. You slowly dragged the toy up and down your folds, a quiet, squishy sound joining the already sloppy noises in the room from Ellieâs fingers in your ass.Â
You could see her watching with a blush on her face, licking her lips as she prodded another finger at your clenching opening. You could feel the stretch more as she slowly popped the tip of it in, so you distracted yourself. You propped yourself on one elbow to bring the plug down to the entrance of your cunt, slowly fucking it into you. The silicone ridges dragged on your walls, and it made your eyes roll as you moaned softly. Ellie let out a shocked moan as she watched you fuck the plug in and out of your pussy. She leaned forward to spit on your clit, and you brought your shaky hand down to rub it. She mumbled curses out.Â
âThinking about me fucking this pretty pussy? Wanâme tâsplit you open again?â She hummed out messily. She was just as fucked up as you were, and it made you squeeze.Â
âYeah, daddy,â you moaned out softly, fucking the toy into yourself faster as Ellie fucked three fingers into your ass. âShit!âÂ
âUh huh, nasty slut, look at you milking that fuckinâ toy.âÂ
You picked up the pace of your shallow thrusts and she matched you, fucking even harder into your ass. You brainlessly brought your wet fingers up to your tits, roughly grabbing at both your nipples in attempts to mimic Ellieâs hands on you. You felt the familiar pull in your gut, but it was so much stronger, and you knew it was going to hit you hard. You were going to cum so quick!Â
âEllie,â you could barely get your squeaky warning out, âThi-think mâgonna, gâna make a m-ess!âÂ
âYeah, wanâit baby, make me wetâ â
âMâgonnaâ!â
You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp as colors exploded behind your eyelids, the hand at your tits slamming onto the cushion to dig your nails into it. Your shouts of pleasure overtook the sputtering sounds of wetness that shot out of you. You pulled the toy out and rubbed quick circles on your clit with it, making you release more juices all over Ellieâs expensive couch. She didnât even seem to care with how hard she was still fucking your ass, whispering nasty curses at you, talking you through it, calling you sloppy, calling you hers. Your legs were trembling as both holes quivered in release.Â
Your sprays were starting to die down with the circles on your clit, Ellieâs fingers slowing.Â
Your eyes slowly peeled open, and you were met with her⊠high ass ceiling! You smiled as you felt her place kisses all over your thighs.Â
âTired?â she mumbled out against your knee.Â
You slowly shook your head when you regained your ability to move.
âWanâmore.â
And she smirked.Â
Ellie moved you onto your stomach, âif she kept fucking you like this, you were going to die! â your face shoved into her cushion so you were surrounded by her scent. Your ass was, once again, propped up on Ellieâs expensive fucking pillows that you were about to stain with your sopping cunt, but neither of you cared. She was lubricating the plug from behind you, the gooey noises from the slippery liquid filling your ears.Â
You shouldâve never hit that fucking aphrodisiac of a joint when she passed it to you: you never wanted to have sex so fucking bad in your life. You just lost your virginity a few hours ago; Whatâs happening to you?!
You couldnât think of anything except Ellie and cumming and Ellieâs cum! You wanted her cum inside you so bad, you want to drown in her with every chance sheâd give youâ
âReady, baby?âÂ
âYes, daddy, mâready, need it sâbad,â you muffled into the cushion, your cheek squished against it. You sounded so⊠far away.Â
âListen tâyou, all floaty,â she murmured. You could hear her grin through it, it made your toes curl, âFeelinâ good?âÂ
âSâgood, daddy, fuck me please?âÂ
ââŠLook at me, babe.âÂ
You used all your energy to lift yourself up onto your elbows turning your sweaty, thoughtless head towards her, gazing over your shoulder and into her gentle, concerned eyes. Sheâs so beautifulâ
âBaby?âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âWhy're you smilinâ?âÂ
âMâhappy,â you felt yourself grin harder.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âMhm,â you nodded lightly. âWâna fuck.âÂ
ââKay,â she nodded, her searching gaze still lingering on your face. âTap my thigh twice.âÂ
You reached a limp hand behind you, immediately following her instructions.Â
âYou do that when you wanna stop, okay?â You nodded, you felt like a bobble head. You want her in your guts now.Â
âWhat're you gonna do when you wanna stop?âÂ
You paused.
Then tapped her thigh twice. You dropped your head on the cushion again.Â
You felt her kiss down your back. You sighed happily.Â
She slowly rubbed your clit and you jolted, before pushing your hips back onto her fingers. She was planting gentle kisses all over your back and shoulders to relax you. You let out a whine at the feel of her lips on you.Â
Then you felt the silicone on your hole. You moaned into the cushion in excitement and anticipation, you needed it to pulse inside you so badly.Â
âWhatâre gonna do when you wanna stop?â She repeated, her breathing heavy.Â
You slapped her thigh a bunch of times. You needed her to know you wanted it. You needed this so badly! You needed to know she wanted you!
Then you felt her pop the tip of it inside you. You cried out in appreciation as your holes clenched tight, trying to suck the toy deeper into you. She was pressing soft kisses all over your spine as she slowly pushed it in. You hadnât realized that you were grinding your clit into the soft fabric of the pillow under you. Â
âSuch a good girl, taking it so easy,â You felt her push the last little part of it inside your ass before the little jewel at the end of it was poking out of you. It was so foreign, but you couldnât help the satisfied sighs and soft cries as you pussy dripped all over her pillows and couch.Â
You felt her plant one more kiss at the end of your spine before you felt the vibrations stir in your ass.Â
âFuck, oh god! Mââaah!â
âYeah? Feels fucking good, doesnât it?âÂ
You didnât even have the ability to think of an answer before you felt her dick poke at the entrance of your cunt, slowly sliding in. Every wire in your brain went into overdrive as the pulsing of the toy and her cock rattled your insides in unison. She was slowly fucking her dick into you, sliding in deep so her tip bumped into your cervix, making you let out a muffled shout into the couch cushion.Â
âFuckmedaddywanâitharderâ!â
Your quick babbles were cut off as she sped up her thrusts, both her hands planted at the end of your back so she could rock you back and forth on her dick. She was drilling you, your slick coating the balls of her strap. You felt yourself slowly drifting away, your eyes crossed in your head and drool spilling down your cheek. All you could think about was Ellie. EllieEllieEllieâ!
âMâright here, babygirl, I gotchu,â she cooed at you as she dug you out and you went limp. You heard the gushy sounds of your pussy and fuck, you were going to squirt so hard you felt it in your toesâ
You felt the vibrations in your ass increase and you let out shouts of bliss, her tip beating your cervix just how you needed with every thrust. For the first time in your life, your brain was silent: no doubt, no loathing, no anxiety. Just pure ecstasy. You felt so fucking full. Full of her and joy and love! You love her and you never wanted her to leave you again. You love her you love herâ
âMâyours, daddy, promise!â Tears pricked at your eyes as that hot feeling grew in your stomach. Your heart was pounding, and you couldnât think, you just rambled as pleasure and happiness and love rushed through you. You were about to cum, all over her, all for herâ!
âShhh, I know, baby, itâs okayâ â
âDonât wanâanyone else! Mâyours, always yours!â
You donât remember when, but Ellie had pulled out of you. And the vibrations stopped. But you were still riding that edge, this close to your peak. Your fists clenched tight, and your hips bucked back to meet hers even though she wasnât there to catch them. You heard Ellie gently call out your name from your side as she rubbed your back in attempts to slow your fuzzy babbling, âLook at mâ â
âAlways loved you, daddy, always been you, mâyours, mâall youâ â
You cut yourself off with moans of her name and incoherent shouts and sobs of love you so much! I love you! as your orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs trembled as colorful specs of glitter exploded in your vision. You heard yourself screaming out as wetness splattered all over you and the couch and everywhere, and it didnât stop. Your euphoria was so strong, your clenching cunt spraying as your ass squeezed around the plug shoved deep inside you. You were just shaking and crying and cumming and cumming and cummingâ
You donât know how much time passed, but you were still shaking as tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldnât feel the plug inside you and Ellieâs strap was gone: you were pressed against her bare chest, your tits pressed together as she held you close. She was rubbing your back as she pressed gentle kisses to the side of your sweaty head, gently humming in your ear. You slowly brought your arm up to limply throw around her waist. You couldnât say anything.
âHi, honey,â She barely whispered in your ear. âCan you look at me?âÂ
You slowly shook your head. You felt her kiss your head again.Â
âSâfine, just breath, okay?âÂ
You nodded again. And your eyes welled up some more.Â
She mustâve heard your sniffling because she immediately pulled back to gently caress your cheek. You tried to turn your head to hide in the cushion, but she wasnât having it.Â
âCâmon angel, itâs just me, okay?â
You slowly redirected your gaze to hers, your vision blurry as you studied her features. You cried harder, sobbing as you nestled into her shoulder.Â
She didnât press you after that, she only held you tighter. She whispered gentle shhhs and sâokay, baby, mâheres as you wept into her sweaty skin.Â
You know she heard your confession of your long-lasting feelings for her, and even though she didnât seem upset with you, you couldnât shake the embarrassment, confusion, and despair that overtook you.Â
But she held you. She held you so tight.Â
After your gasped sobs eased into soft whimpers and shaky exhales, Ellie guided you upstairs and into her bathroom, strong arms wrapped around your waist to steady your uncoordinated movements.Â
She lifted you onto the counter and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to the shower to turn it on. All you did was stare at her black towel hanging from the wall rack. You still couldnât think.Â
You heard her shuffling around before she moved back to you, easily easing you off the counter and into the shower, making sure to place you under the warm water first.Â
You gaped at the droplets sliding down the shower wall and she rubbed the lathered sponge into your skin softly. She littered you with kisses the entire time: on your face, shoulder, fingers, anywhere she could reach. But you couldnât move, and neither of you said anything.Â
After Ellie rinsed you off, she gently dried your coils and face while kissing your nose. You allowed her to wrap you in a towel, gently drying off the rest of your body as you looked off into nothing.Â
âCâmon, honey,â she whispered into your ear as she moved behind you, holding onto your waist and walking you to her bed to sit you down, her soiled blanket already discarded on the floor.Â
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as you gazed around her room: the lights were twinkling like fireflies, her fan in the corner of the room whirring like gusts of wind in your ears, the strings of the rug under your feet reminding you of clouds.Â
She softly called your name as she walked in front of you. Your legs fell open so she could stand between them, âLook at me.âÂ
You took a deep breath before meeting her tender gaze. She cupped your cheeks, softly rubbing her thumbs into them, âYou needa eat and drink something, okay? Want some water?âÂ
You nodded.
âIs it okay if I leave for a secâ â
You shook your head quickly as tears filled your eyes at the thought of her leaving. You need her close, you need her here with youâ
âShhh, not gonna go, not leaving, Iâm right here,â she comforted immediately, planting more kisses all over your face.Â
âWant some clothes?â You shook your head, and she nodded gently. She gave your lips one more kiss before ushering you to stand. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her pine-scented lotion and ointment. She moved behind you, rubbing the soothing cream on your ass before moisturizing your skin, the pine surrounding you. You calmed down at the smell.
âOkay, baby, come lay down.âÂ
She grabbed your wrist gently as she moved you to your side, telling you to lay on your stomach as she pulled a new blanket from her linen cabinet. You obeyed silently.Â
You were instantly surrounded by warmth as she tucked you into her forest-scented covers. You heard her shuffling behind you before she walked around to her side in a new pair of boxers.Â
She laid next to you, pulling you into her chest as you breathed her in, sighing contently into her skin. She smelled so fucking good! You grinned.
She mustâve felt it as she pressed kisses to your head, âWhatâre you cheesing for?âÂ
You shook your head and grinned harder, nestling deeper into her neck. She laughed lightly.Â
âWeâll talk in the morning, okay?â She whispered out to you.
You nodded, eyes shut.Â
You dreamt of pine-filled meadows.Â
OOOOOOWEEEE alright bookies thatâs it :p i already got ideas 4 the next part LOOOOOL so yeah gonna start writing that soon. hope yâall liked it and the wait 4 the real smut was worth it. lots to comeeeeÂ
hope its proofread enough lol i always think that it is n then i go back and see a bunch of errors
pt. 6
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the best saturday ever.
non idol! sungchan x fem! reader; friends to lovers au; f!
â you are about to have the best saturday ever. it was unexpected, and it was beautiful.
saturday afternoons are spent at a cafe nearby, so when you kissed your mom goodbye while she was busy tending to the flowers, she didn't have to ask where you're off to. "why is your boyfriend not picking you up today?" her words caused you to roll your eyes. "very funny, mom." she was referring to sungchan, your childhood friend. she knew you had a crush on him ever since the day she "accidentally" saw your diary open with doodled hearts decorating jung sungchan's name. you made her promise to stay quiet about it, but she's not doing a very good job at it.
"why? you haven't confessed to him yet? you guys are obviously pining for each other since everyone knows how long-" her teasing elicited a death glare from you. she put her hands in the air as if surrendering in response. "okay, promise, i won't talk about it." despite her words, you perfectly knew she would still tease you so you hummed the most sarcastic "uhuh." in return.
"gotta go, i'll be back in a few." you bid goodbye while closing the gate, giving a her a flying kiss despite all the teasing you just received. "you look breathtaking, dear. he'll make a fool of himself if he doesn't notice that." you smiled at your mom, thankful for her words of encouragement. you shrugged the silly thought that almost made you nervous as you made your way to the cafe. meeting sungchan has always been natural for you- but there's just something about today that you can't point out, and you're unsure of what it is. "maybe it was mom's teasing, idk." you thought. you examined yourself as you walk. "do i really look good today or is she only saying that because i'm her daughter?" you asked yourself, not ignoring the fact that you hoped the person you'll be meeting would think the same way.
a few minutes passed and you arrived at the cafe, you weren't suprised to see him sitting at your usual spot near the window. your usual strawberry latte and slice of cinnamon bun already sitting on top of the table across his iced americano and chocolate cake. your insides swelled with warmth at how much he knows about you- surely, it must've been because you have been friends for a long time, but you can't help but still be swayed with the thought and gesture. he's always been like this, so you can't help but wonder why does everything feel so new today. you held onto your bag tighter as you inched closer to sungchan- the girls are shamelessly staring at him and you wouldn't blame them, he looked absolutely handsome in his cream sweater, his brown hair parted evenly, and his lovely eyes are pinned on you- you'll never get tired of adoring his brown specs- you could get lost in them and you won't mind. "missed you all week. you were too busy to meet me." he says with a hint of accusation, cutting you off from your trance and you can't help but think how he looked cute when he pouts. "sorry. you know our debate competition is up so soon, but hey, i'm here now." you reassured him. "i'm busy with soccer practice but i still have time for you though?" he raised an eyebrow, earning a giggle a from you. "clingy." he narrows his eyes at you but doesn't deny your words.
an hour passed by and it's just you and sungchan talking about life. he doesn't let go of the topic that you two are on the same university, both with busy schedules and he reasons out that he pestered you to meet him because he doesn't want to eat lunch with anyone else on a particular wednesday when he almost failed his math test and how he detests that he didn't get to see you the entire week and you just laughed at him for missing you a little too much, in which he continuously tried to deny. "you should get yourself a girlfriend so you'll stop missing me too much." you said.
sungchan suddenly became silent, he averted your gaze. you noticed he looked hesitant and a hint of sadness colored his eyes and you swear, you never want to see him like that. you knew he had something on his mind. "why? what's wrong? sorry, did i say something wrong?" you can't help but feel nervous beacuse of his sudden silence, you gently laced his hands with yours to help ease him up.
while staring at him, you were trying your best not to look too in love or he would notice- it scares you to think that your feelings might show and sungchan only thought of you as a friend. the thought alone made you gloomy, but his next words are unexpected. "i saw you with a guy last wednesday" he started. "i want to approach you but you seem happy talking to him. you never told me about him." he continued, still looking away from you.
you let out a sigh of relief, almost happy that it wasn't about anything more concerning or gravely serious. you weren't sure what to think of, but you almost heard a bit of jealousy and worry with the way he spoke. your brows knotted in confusion, trying to think about who you were with "sunghoon? he's a classmate from history, we were waiting for our groupmates that time when you saw us." sungchan felt relieved, almost as if a huge weight on his chest has been lifted. he tried to summon his old self back like nothing happened. "i was just suprised to see you with an unknown guy! imagine if auntie saw you with him and asks me then i didn't know anything, right?" he convinced himself it was the perfect excuse. he can't believe how dumb it sounded but he also didn't know how to deal with his feelings when he, too, was afraid that you might notice his true feelings and you didn't feel the same. it would break him beyond repair.
"ah, that's it." you try to hide your sadness but the disappointment in your tone was obvious, your hands reached to finish the remaining pastry you had.
sungchan caught a glimpse of hurt in your eyes. he has always been a straightforward kind of guy- but when it comes to you, the words doesn't come out easily. he thought that maybe, you'd know how he felt, but seeing your reaction made him realize that he should've told you about his feelings sooner. since it's out in the open, it's now or never. sungchan gathered all the courage he could muster, determined to tell you that he isn't contented by being your bestfriend anymore, he wants more. he wants you to get the message.
"the truth is, i was jealous." you looked at him, not believing what you just heard. "i couldn't bear seeing another guy making you smile, i want to be the only one to make you smile like that." your heart is now pumping at an abnormal rate. "i want to see you and hear your voice everyday." you can't believe that this is happening right now. "i don't want to be just your friend, y/n." he continued. "i like you- no, i'm in love with you." he confessed. his words sending you to cloud nine, your fingers now laced tighter as he looks at you with gentleness and concern, waiting for your reply.
"i'm in love with you, y/n." he repeated so you would know that he's serious, after all, sungchan never toyed with anyone's emotions, he always makes sure that he expresses and says what he only means, especially when it comes to you. this was the push you've been asking the universe for and there's no turning back. why prolong the agony when you've accepted that sungchan is already the one for you ever since? you opened your lips to say the words he longed to hear. "i'm in love with you too, sungchan." you looked away, embarassed. he's watching you intently, pupils almost turning into a heart if that's even anatomically possible.
he stood up to grab your things and he doesn't let go of your intertwined hands. "let's go, we're telling our parents we're now dating."
as if the universe planned everything, sungchan's parents are at your home, helping your parents set the table for dinner. hand in hand with sungchan, you introduced him to your parents as not your best friend- but your boyfriend and he introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. both of your moms looked proud but sungchan's dad shot your dad a knowing look.
"i told you they'll start dating in college. just about the right time." mr. jung said and your dad groaned before handing him 50 bucks.
it was the best saturday ever.
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darlin' i got your number now - nishinoya yuu/reader
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A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief it is finals week in my last semester of college and I have a five page paper due saturday I haven't started on but I took the time to bless you with porn instead and advance the noya agenda. you're welcome. my bachelor's degree, at least, will thank me, if no one else will.
Summary: On your day off, you spend some time cleaning and getting caught up in old memories. Your boyfriend gets home from work and helps you make a new one with your old school uniform.
Warnings: SMUT, noya has a senpai kink, he fucks you in your old school uniform, reader is afab and described as having breasts
Word count: 1700+
Four months ago, you moved in with your long-term boyfriend, and you couldnât be happier. Sure, Noya is⊠an acquired taste, weâll say, but heâs bright and sweet and always finds little ways to let you know he loves you. Itâs hard to be mad at the mess that now permeates your living space when you wake up in the morning to needy kisses and no room for even a shred of doubt that you are wanted.
That being said, on a day like todayâhim out at his part-time job, you with no classes or shifts at your own job scheduledâyou canât help but try to fight the mess, just a little bit. An early morning, prodding Noya out the door because no, your landlord wonât accept âI wanted to stay in bed with my beautiful girlfriendâ from him as a reason why rent is late, leads to restless looks not just at the piles of clothes scattering the floor, but at the overflowing laundry basket, the disorganized closet, the scattered boxes here and there that you still havenât gotten around to unpacking. By lunchtime, youâve made your to-do list and started working down the items on the listâthrow in laundry first, tidy up, unpack the shit from your move that still needs to be unpacked so you can get the boxes out of the corner.
Of course, you get distracted. Laundry in the washer and not on the floor means, wait a minute, you can clean the floors now without too much trouble, and long story short, by the time Noyaâs shift would be ending, youâre panicking a little because you still havenât started on the boxes you need to unpack. You fly into the room, grab the first box you findâmementosâand are immediately slapped in the face with nostalgia.
To be fair, this is why you saved unpacking boxes for last.
On the top of the box, in pristine condition, staring back up at you, is your old uniform from when you went to Karasuno.
Youâd been a year below Noya, gotten roped into managing the volleyball team. Mostly just gone along with it to have something to do after school, and then gone along with it because hey, their libero was kind of cute and they were overall pretty fun to hang out with. On his last day before he graduated, heâd asked you out, and of course youâd said yes, thrilled to not be losing your beloved senpai to the cruelty of time just yet.
Lost in memories, a little delirious from all the cleaning, your first coherent thought is I wonder if it still fits?
But you donât get distracted again. Youâve got a lot to get done.
âŠright?
So anyways, you hear the front door closing and your boyfriend wandering through the apartment just as youâre remarking on the fact that, apparently, judging by the cries of pain the buttons on your chest seem to be making, your boobs have gotten a bit bigger since you last wore this uniform. No matterâyou tug on the vest, slide into the blazer as you hear your boyfriend call out to you.
âDid you clean up a little today, baby?â
His voice is getting closer, and you realize, as he opens the bedroom door the rest of the way, that it probably looks a little weird to be standing in the middle of your room, several years out of high school, staring at your reflection in your full-length mirror to appraise your uniform. âYeah,â you reply, looking at him reflected in the mirror. Heâs stood still in the doorway, eyes suddenly wide. âI had the time and it was getting a little cluttered in here. Thought itâd be nice to actually get some of this shit unpacked. How was work?â
His eyes are burning, raking over your body. You guess the skirt is a little too short nowâyouâve filled out over the years, and, well, Noya has never really been able to resist you in a short skirt. You can actually see him swallow. âWhat are you wearing?â
âMy old uniform? I found it in one of these boxes and thought Iâd see if it still fit me. Answer: not really.â
The next thing you know, youâre being pressed up against the wall, his mouth against yours, andâoh.
Heâs hard.
He pulls away just enough to nearly growl against your lips: âDid one of the guys tell you?â
ââŠno,â you reply, more confused than innocent. âTell me what?â
âYouâre actually just that perfect?â He laughs, sounding delirious. He captures your lips again, needy as his hands come to rest on your hips. âAmazing.â
âNoya, baby, youâre gonna have to give me a little context for whatâs got you so revved up,â you tease. âWhatâs going on in that empty head of yours?â
He kisses you breathless before heâs willing to answer. âYou have no idea how many times Iâve thought about fucking you in this uniform.â
Oh.
You laugh, rest your forehead against his shoulder as your own shake with laughter. âOkay, Iâll bite. How many times?â
âThink every time I saw you in it?â He presses open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck, urgent as he intersperses little nips here and there. You try not to gasp or wriggle too much at the ministrationsâitâs more fun when he thinks he has to work harder to get you as worked up as he is.
Your hand winds into his hair, dropping your head back to let him access you a bit better. âEvery time? I was being so innocent, working hard for the volleyball club and looking up to you, and you were thinking about fucking me? Youâre such a pervert, senpai.â
The fingers gripping your waist twitch, and then heâs biting you properly with a growl.
âThought about you calling me that while I did it, too.â
Youâre learning so much today, you realize with a swoop in your stomach.
You drag a hand down his chest, find his hard-on with practiced ease. âWe can arrange something, I think.â
He hisses at the touch, rolls his hips into your hand. âFuck.â
Noya grabs your wrist, gentle but unyielding, and pins both against the wall with the one hand. His other slides up, under your vest, searching for the buttons at your chest. He pauses when he finds themâit takes almost no effort to slip his hand in to grope you over your bra. âYou didnât even bother buttoning the top?â
âDoesnât fit anymore,â you gasp out when he runs a thumb over your nipple. Damn thin t-shirt bras. âIt was buttoned, at least.â
âUh huh.â
He pulls back, releases you just enough to tug the vest off, flinging it somewhere in the room and putting you properly on display for him, buttons undone so he can easily access your tits. He leans down, pulls one out of both bra and half-unbuttoned shirt just so he can tease you with his mouth.
He grows impatient before longâwandering hands snake beneath your skirt, grope your ass hurriedly only to swipe over your panties. Noya groans into your flesh. âYouâre so wet already.â
âWell, someone came home and decided to ruin meââ
âOh, Iâll ruin you, alright,â he declares. In the next momentâhe was always too fastâheâs on his knees, pressing his nose against your clothed sex and inhaling.
See, thatâs another thing you like about him.
Heâs such a pervert.
He takes the chance to mark up your thighs, lathes his tongue over your wet panties instead of taking the time to at least pull them aside.
âYouâre so perfect,â he breathes. âSo fucking gorgeous. Look at this. Look at you.â This time, he pulls your panties to the side to plant his mouth on your pussy and suck harshly at your clit. You whine, tug at his hair.
âN-Noyaââ
âYou already know what to call me,â he chides. His head is buried under your skirtâtwo fingers dip into your sex and begin to frantically pump.
âFuckâsenpaiââ
âGod, I canât take it. Iâm sorry, youâre too perfect, Iââ
And thereâs the athleticism rearing its head, because heâs got you underneath him and on the floor in two seconds flat, grinding his cock against you in desperation. âYouâre going to have to wear this again for me, beautiful. Need you to. Iâll literally die if you donât.â
Whatever response you were going to give catches in your throatâit takes him no time at all to get his dick out, pull your panties aside, and slide into you in one sharp thrust.
âYouâre so good. Such a sweet little kouhai. Used to feel so bad about itâother girls were pretty, but I couldnât stop thinking about pulling you into the equipment storage and lifting that short little skirtââ he grunts as he sets his pace.
You whine. Before long, you canât help but wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him any way you can just to stay in your body with the way heâs fucking you breathless.
ââthink every time you called me âsenpaiâ it took me at least fifteen minutes to recoverââ
âSenpai,â you respond, more a moan than an attempt to say anything coherent, and his hips stutter.
âYeah, like that,â he laughs. âExactly like that.â
âFuckâplease, senpai, harderâneed youââ
He growls again, arms shaking as he drills into you. Itâs all you can do to keep holding on, keep whimpering into his ear while he has his way with you. When he cums, itâs harder than youâve seen him cum in a long time, pulling out of you just to paint hot ropes across your now fully-askew uniform. He reaches between you, rubs at your clit frantically until you see stars.
When youâre both satisfied, he collapses face-first into your tits, winds his arms around your waist. Mumbles something you cannot begin to comprehend with your head still spinning.
âLove you, senpai,â you mumble back.
The arms around your waist tighten. He lifts his head just enough to be comprehensible. âIf youâre going to keep calling me that, Iâm going to have to demand a round two.â
âNext time, Iâll try to find your old jersey.â
That comment earns you a few more rounds and the decisive undoing of all the cleaning youâd gotten done today.
Worth it.
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a fic where theyâre away on a case and emily sneaks into aaronâs room cause no one knows about them yet. Then the next morning the team discusses how there was a really loud couple and then somehow they find out that it was Emily and Aaron. I really hope that made sense.
I love all youâre writing btw youâre amazing â€ïž
A/N: Posting the last chapter early because Iâm going away for a little bit and I wanted to finish this before leaving. Thank you to everyone whoâs read and enjoyed this story, you guys all make me so happy! Especially thank you to everyone who's encouraged this story even when our idiots truly have been IDIOTS haha
Title: Love like mine (12/12) Chapter title: Baby, youâll never find a love like mine Summary: He wasnât a cheater. Until her. Word count: 2,5k Rating: Explicit  Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, oral, fluff, feelings
Sheâs running late for a day of shopping and lunch with Penelope and JJ. Sheâs running late because Aaron had kept her in his bed for longer than necessary, both of them enjoying their free Saturday before Haley would be dropping off Jack. And now she was rushing to get her things together. Maybe thatâs why she doesnât look through the peephole at the sudden knock, something she usually always did. But not this time, instead she swings the door open and comes face to face with Haley, the other woman looking just as surprised as she felt.
They had been good at avoiding each other, something Emily hadnât wanted but understood why Haley didnât want to see her. They had been divorced for six months, Aaron and Emily had been together for close to two now, and Haley had made her feelings clear about the situation. Not that either of them blamed her for feeling the way she did.
âHaley.â She says and she hears Aaronâs steps pick up.
âHello.â She shifts Jack on her hip, hugging him closer even as he squirms. Itâs tense, the two women caught in a stare.
âYouâre early.â Aaron is suddenly there, breaking the silence and Jack immediately reaches for him.
âDaddy!â He squirms out of his mothersâ arms and runs to Aaron who picks him up in a hug.
âHi buddy.â He kisses his sonâs head and puts him down.
âHi Emmy.â The three year old immediately pads over to her and she squats down to be at eye level.
âHi Jack.â She smiles and Jack grins back before throwing his short arms around her in a hug.
Haley watches the whole exchange with a sinking feeling. She knew that Emily had been around her son, her name being thrown around in the midst of Jackâs talking. Logically she knew that the other woman was good with children, that Jack wasnât in any sort of danger, but the pang of anger in her chest as her son happily reached for the other woman made her heart hurt.
When Emily stands back up she feels the hate directed towards her, something she wished wasnât there but knew she couldnât change. What they had done to Haley was wrong, to some something unforgivable. All she could do was to wish that somehow Haley would find some way to accept Emily in Jackâs life. And that would take time.
It was strange, thinking of herself as part of a family, something she just a year ago wouldnât even have dreamed off. Something she had wanted but never dared to hope for and instead she had stuck with flings and one night stands. But now she was with Aaron, the words love constantly on the tip of her tongue but something she hadnât said out loud yet.
âWell. I should go.â Haleyâs mouth turns into a thin line as she looks between the two of them.
âYou donât have to go, Iâm on my way out.â She says, knowing that Haley and Aaron usually spent some time together to talk about next weeks schedule and playdates when she dropped Jack off. âPlease stay.â
Haley sighs heavily, about to decline but Jackâs voice stops her.
âMommy stay.â The three adults look down at the child whoâs happily playing with his toy truck on the floor, too young to understand the complicated relationship of his parents, too innocent to feel the awkwardness in his home.
âOkay Iâll stay.â She hangs up her jacket and leaves her purse on the side table. She ignores the way Aaron squeezes Emilyâs hand as she tells them bye. Most of all she ignores the feeling of Aaron having found the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. She silently wonders if either of them had realized the same thing.
*
After that first meeting things had gotten slightly better. Haley didnât avoid Emily the way she previously had and Emily relaxed a little when she was around Jack and Haley together. It wasnât easy, but they seemed to find some sort of middle ground of acceptance.
âJack loves you.â He says as they drive off, having just dropped him off at Haleyâs after another weekend spent with them.
âReally?â She rolls her head to look at him with a smile and his hand squeezes her thigh.
âReally.â He smiles back and he sees the way her cheeks heat slightly. âHow could he not?â
âYouâre so cheesy.â She rolls her eyes at him but has to bite her bottom lip to keep from beaming. There was something about the way he was looking at her, like she was something fragile, something worth protecting, that made her unable to look away from the darkness of his eyes. She knew it was coming before he said it and she readied herself for what she would say, words that she still havenât said out loud but knew she wanted to tell him.
âI love you Em.â He watches as she draws a breath, the sound almost shaky and her hand lands on top of his on her thigh.
âI love you too.â
To them, that was everything.
*
Theyâre in Oregon, another case closed but unable to fly home due to bad weather conditions. It forces them to stay another night, which in turn forced Emily to sleep alone in her room. Only, she couldnât seem to relax, her body and mind craving the man just three doors down the hall. They had a rule, she knew that, and yet she didnât care when she slipped on a sweater that was his, way too big on her and then knocked on his door.
âEmily, whatâs going on?â He drags her inside quickly, eyes moving through the corridor but finds that sheâs alone. He didnât care much if anybody saw her, but it was her decision to wait to tell the team and he wanted to respect that.
âI-â She stops herself from continuing, suddenly feeling silly. She wasnât needy, she never had been before, but then he looks at her with an arched eyebrow and a small smile and she chuckles. âI didnât want to sleep alone.â
âI had been thinking the same thing.â He wraps her arms around her the moment she steps into his space. Her chin rests against his chest and he presses a kiss to her forehead.
âWeâre disgusting, arenât we?â She teases and he smiles with a low hum.
âMaybe.â He drags her shirt off her and bites back a groan at the sight of her tiny sleep shorts and pink tank top, one of the thin straps falling off her shoulder. âSo this is what Iâm missing out on when we sleep apart huh?â
âI canât very well sleep in one of your shirts in case I need to room with JJ.â She backs away from him, her hand in his as she tugs him along until her knees hit the back of the bed.
âI thought you wanted to sleep.â His voice drops lower as she sits down on the bed, her fingers hooking in his pajama pants and tugging them down his hips along with his boxers.
âLater.â She breathes as she slips from the bed and to her knees. âRight now I just want you.â
âAlright sweetheart.â He groans at the first swipe of her tongue, his hand quickly gathering her hair in a ponytail to be able to look at her face. Her mouth is so hot, so wet around him and he swallows hard.
She gets him hard quickly, sucking his cock until heâs leaking precum and snarling her name through clenched teeth. When he pulls her up to stand she barely gets the gasp out before heâs kissing her, his rough hands pulling at her clothes until sheâs as naked as he is.
âOn your back.â He breathes and watches with heated eyes as she lays down, legs spreading and showing her already wet center. His knees will hurt in the morning, but he doesnât care as he kneels on the floor and drags her pliant body to the edge of the bed. When he licks through her slowly she moans and her hips rock against his tongue. Then he flicks her clit and she gasps his name as she leans back on her elbows, head falling back.
âJust like that.â She pants as he continues to lick over the sensitive nub. When he pushes two fingers inside of her and sucks her clit hard she comes with a loud grunt, the sound low and breathy as she trembles for him.
âYouâre so pretty when you come for me.â He growls as he lifts her higher on the bed and pushes inside of her before sheâs really even come down from her euphoric high.
They fuck hard, forgetting where they are as the bed rattles and moans and groans and grunts are muffled into each otherâs skin. He makes her come again, then lets her ride him until sheâs coming for a third time. When he pushes inside of her from behind sheâs trembling and whimpering, overstimulated and exhausted as he groans his pleasure against her ear, voice thick with unrestrained want.
âCome inside me baby.â Her fingers twist in his hair as she holds his face against the back of her neck. âMake me feel it.â
The deep growl that rumbles in his chest when he comes only a few minutes later sends her over the edge again, the mix of him pulsing inside of her and the sound of his voice forcing another orgasm through her.
She gasps for breath as his hands turn gentle on her body, his lips tasting and kissing the bruise heâs sucked into her shoulder, tasting the sweat on her back as he licks along her spine. When they fall asleep itâs tangled together, sated and exhausted.
She is woken up by the sound of his alarm and she grunts when she looks at the time.
âItâs too early.â She complains and he grunts against her neck, his arm tightening around her middle momentarily.
âYou need to get back to your room before everyone wakes up.â He reminds her, voice raspy and thick and she finds herself pushing her body against his in response. But heâs right, and she drags herself out of bed, dresses slowly as he watches her with heated eyes.
âDonât look at me like that.â She tells him as she pulls the sweater over her body. âOr Iâll end up staying here.â
âI know.â He accepts the kiss she presses to his lips and lets his hand wrap around the back of her neck for a moment, keeping her close. âSee you in a couple of hours.â
âLove you.â She kisses him again forces herself to stand back up and head to the door.
âLove you too.â He promises right before she disappears out the door. He doesnât realize heâs still smiling when he lays back in bed.
*
âDid you guys hear it?â
âIt was so loud.â
âYeah I did not need to know that people were getting it on at 1am.â
Emily walks with Dave towards the team with her overnight bag thrown over her shoulder. Her body was still aching from him, the hickey on her neck covered with make up and a high collared shirt, and she still wanted more, couldnât wait until they got home so she could have him again.
âMorning.â She seems to be interrupting the conversation, three sets of eyes all looking at her.
âDid you hear the couple on our floor too?â JJ asks but before she can respond Spencer starts talking.
âYou must have!â When she looks at him he looks close to traumatized and she bites her cheek to keep from commenting.
âI must have been asleep.â She lies and itâs Derek that catches the way her tone shifts just slightly.
âThereâs no way.â He tells her. âThereâs no way you slept through that.â
Beside her she hears Dave chuckle, but otherwise stays quiet and for a second she wants to strangle the older man.
âGood morning.â The sound of Aaronâs voice causes her to turn around. âWhatâs going on?â He asks as all of them turn to look at him, different expressions on their faces.
âThere was a super loud couple on our floor last night, they were going at it like rabbits.â JJ says and when Aaronâs eyebrows raise in surprise the blonde zeroes in on him. âYou didnât hear them?â
âUhm, no. I must have been asleep.â He looks between each member of the team, tries to keep his face as neutral as possible but he can feel the way each and every one of them catches on as their eyes start to shift between himself and Emily.
âYou were asleep?â JJ smirks at her unit chief who clenches his jaw as he swallows. âYou woke up from the sound of Morgan dropping a file once. Youâre telling us you slept through that noise?â
âI guess I was tired.â He lies but he knows thereâs no point.
Itâs Derek that dares to voice it, his eyes boring into Emilyâs and when her face flushes he knows and he grins at his friend.
âI knew you were getting some!â He laughs and JJ and Dave join him.
âMorgan.â Aaron warns but the other man doesnât seem deterred.
âHow long has this been going on?â
âDoes Strauss know?
âWhatâs going to happen with the team?â
âPen, you will not believe whatâs happened.â
âI knew it!â
The questions seemed endless, mixed emotions from all of them but they had expected nothing less. At the end though, their team seemed happy for them. It was going to be an adjustment, but later as they watched Aaron and Emily on the plane, no longer hiding as she leaned against him, all of them realized that they hadnât seen either of them so content before.
JJ smiles as she watches them from across the plane. She knew Aaron better than most people thought, and as she took in the way his thumb traced gentle circles on Emilyâs upper arm, she noticed the way he looked happier than sheâd seen him in years.
Spencer spent most of the flight back home trying to recount every interaction between them, figuring out that they had started seeing each other before Aaronâs divorce. He has mixed feelings about that, but he wouldnât judge, not when he saw the way Emily smiles as she looked at Aaron.
Derek spent the flight texting with Penelope who was going insane not seeing the couple with her own eyes. But he sneaks a picture of them to send to Penelope and that picture is the first one thatâs ever taken of them as a couple. It will be framed and stand on Aaronâs desk next to the one of Jack.
Emily is asleep against him when Dave comes to sit across from him, a glass of scotch in each hand. He hands him one of the glasses and raises his own in a toast. âItâs about damn time.â
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