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SKZ DRABBLE-Minho

Part III of Mafia!Minho, bitches. Saddle up. A/N: I know this isn't SKZ!Pack, but it's been in the works for a looooong time and I wanted you to have it. <3

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Mafia!Minho, Lee Minho, Lee Know, Minho, Y/N, FemReader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Minho x you, Minho x reader, Mafia AU, Part III, Skz imagines, Skz reactions, SKZ scenarios, Fluff, Angst

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Warnings: Mafia Shit-guns, death, illegal dealings, daddy issues and misogyny, allusions to sexual assault and rape, loss of viriginity, blood. Mentions of previous pregnancy loss, miscarriage, current pregnancy. Breeding Kink, kinda? You'll see. Minho's just REALLY in to pregnant reader. 😂

"He's dead."

His blunt, cold words ricochet around the inside of your head, like a round fired too hastily from a gun, sloppy and dangerous, wounding everything they touch.

There's no way. There's no fucking way.

You say as much.

"That can't be true-"

His face contorts in anger, and he leans down to pinch your chin in a vicious grip that makes you wince, yanking your head back to meet his gaze, hot and pinning.

"It is true. Would you like to see the pictures, girl? The reports from Lim? His blood splattered across the wall?"

You sink to the floor.

Not JinYoung. Not your brother. Fuck, it can't be-

He straightens, releasing his iron grip on you and straightening his suit, glaring down at you with little more than cold disdain in his dark, narrowed eyes.

"He's dead, and you're worthless." He growls out, stuffing his hands into his pockets and considering you with something akin to disgust twisting his features.

Hot tears fill your eyes, and your fists clench in your lap, twisting the fabric of your dress.

You bite your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, and will yourself not to let a tear fall for him to see.

He scoffs, reaching down once more to take your chin in pinching fingers, making you whimper.

His eyes darken at the sound, as if he's a predator that has sensed weakness in his prey.

"You're worthless to me until you're wed." He hisses out, teeth clenched, muscle in his cheek bulging. "Remember that. You are nothing without a man in this world, girl, nothing."

He releases you without another word or look in your direction, whirling on his heel and stalking down the hallway, slamming the door to his office, probably already on the phone yelling at some poor inferior for killing his son.

You let your chin drop to your chest, and squeeze your eyes shut as you take several harsh, shuddering breaths, clenching and unclenching your fists.

It was his fault JinYoung was dead. His fault you were now all alone.

There was nothing you could do about it, not realistically, but you hated him for it all the same.

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"You're thinking too much again."

You jump slightly at the sound of Minho's voice, still husky with sleep, his fingers finding the warmth of your bare skin beneath the blankets.

You sigh, wanting to be irritated at his perception when it comes to you, but can't quite manage, not when his fingers are tickling your sides.

"How did you know?"

"Mm." Minho hums beneath his breath, pushing himself up behind where you lie propped on your elbow in the big bed, staring out the window at the slowly rising sun.

His fingers trace up the curling lines of the snake that wraps your spine.

"I know everything about you, princess." He replies in a murmur, fingers still slowly ticking their way up your spine. You hear a slight smile enter his voice. "Well, that, and your thoughts are so loud currently that I feel like you're speaking audibly."

You give another sigh, this one conceding, and feel Minho brush a light kiss across the family crest that marks your shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, princess. I promise you."

You feel panic well into your throat at the surety behind his words.

"It wasn't okay before." You blurt out without really considering, hand tracing down beneath the blankets without thought to rest on the small swell of your belly.

It's normal not to feel any movement yet, you know that, and yet-

Minho's soothing, firm voice sounds in your ear, his warm breath brushing across your cheek, grounding you.

"That was before. This is now."

The surety is still there beneath his words-strong and constant-and yet, the acidic taste of panic is still slowly filling your mouth, making it hard to breathe.

"Princess." Minho says in a low tone, taking not of the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "Look at me."

His hand snakes around the front of your throat, and he gently squeezes with his fingers, angling your head back until you're staring up at him, his gaze serious and dark.

You drink him in like you're parched and he's the only water source-the soft curve of his lips, the upper fuller than the lower, the tan sheen of his skin, the sharp angles of his face, the dark wave to his tousled hair, the black ink trailing across his upper chest and arms, teasing at his throat, the pink, fading scars littered across his otherwise flawless flesh.

Minho is the only thing in this moment that's keeping you sane, and you hold onto that thread with a desperate fervency that frightens even yourself.

The corner of his mouth curves slightly as he stares at you, one hand around your throat to keep you in place, the other slipping beneath the blankets to cover your own where it rests on your bare belly.

You glance down, and the sight of his inked fingers covering your own calm the hammering of your heart.

"It's going to be okay." Minho repeats softly, firmly. "Whatever happens, princess, we're going to be okay."

You stare up at him and force a shuddering breath from your lungs, your fingers intertwining with his own.

"Okay." You whisper back with finality, because whatever happens, with Minho here, you're going to be okay.

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You pause, hand splayed on the cool, carved wood of the door, and glance behind you to where Minho stands, several feet back, lingering in the mouth of the darkened hallway.

"You're not coming in?" You question softly, hesitantly, sudden butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Minho arches a brow, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He queries back, voice low and neutral.

You hear the quiet chatter of men's voices from beyond the door, the clink of glasses, and a shudder of fear goes down your spine at the thought of facing them alone.

"I don't know-" You stutter out, staring at him, trying to get a read through your suddenly mounting panic. "I just thought I need-"

You.

You don't finish the sentence, the words dying in your throat, and Minho's expression shifts slightly, his eyes darkening, his lips pulling into a serious line.

"Princess." He steps toward you, reaching out, and his fingers creep beneath your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

His features soften slightly, and he takes in a slow breath.

"I will always stand beside you, I will always be here whenever you want me, but let me make one thing very clear-you do not need me."

You stare up at him, words thick on your tongue, and the corner of his mouth quirks into the hint of an amused curve.

He lets a finger stroke along your chin, his voice dropping slightly even as his eyes grow fiery.

"You do not need me-or any other man-to make you powerful. You are powerful entirely on your own, and it is a beautiful sight to behold."

You take in a shuddering, sharp inhale, his fervent words settling into your bones, and let your fingers slide beneath the cuffs of the expensive suit he wears, tracing the ink you know is hidden there.

Minho smiles. "Who do you think runs the criminal world, darling? It's not the men. We're the face, yes, but behind every great man is an even greater woman."

He tilts your chin once more, and you let your head fall against the door behind you, staring up at him openly now.

He reaches out, and brushes a stray hair from your forehead with gentle fingers.

His skin is warm, and you lean into his touch, as he presses his lips to the flesh just below your ear, brushing a kiss there as he utters beneath his breath, for only you to hear, "Women mask lethality behind femininity, and it is their greatest weapon. You are not powerless, princess, no, far from it. You do not need anyone, because you are the queen."

He presses another kiss against your throat, right above your fluttering pulse, and pulls back.

You stare at him for another moment, and then straighten the gown you wear.

"You're right. I have the power here."

A smirk flickers across Minho's lips, his eyes heating with admiration as he watches you.

He jerks his chin toward the door and the voices beyond.

"Yeah, you fucking do. Remind them who's the queen. Give them hell, princess."

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"Yeong-ah." Changbin whines, stamping his foot impatiently where he stands beside the island, a dramatic pout on his face. "You're taking too long!"

Yeong-Ja giggles at his antics, glancing up from pulling on her second shoe. "I'm almost done, Uncle Binnie!"

You hide your smile behind a sip of coffee, as Chan appears, tossing the car keys to Changbin-who catches them easily- before crouching down to finish helping Yeong-Ja with her shoe.

"Thanks, Uncle Channie!" Yeong-Ja beams, bouncing to her feet beside him, as Chan grins and straightens, patting her head.

"You're welcome, Yeong-ah." He straightens the bow in her hair, before he glances to Changbin, already standing in the door way, keys in his hand. "Now, let's get going huh? Your mom and dad have a very important appointment today, and we have puppies to see."

"Okay, Uncle Channie!" Your daughter's face lights up at Chan's words, as she slips her hand into his, her tiny fingers curling around his own, dark with black ink, reminiscent to Minho's.

It never ceases to amaze you how gentle and loving all these big mafia men are with your daughter.

"Oh, fuck me." Minho grumbles beneath his breath at Chan's statement, brow furrowed in a sour expression, as he leans against the counter beside you and takes a long gulp of his own coffee.

You hide another grin behind the rim of your cup.

Chan glances up at Minho's muttered curse, ever sharp, ever alert, and gives your husband a crooked grin, brow arched.

"What do you say, boss? What color of puppy do you want? Brown or Black?"

Minho levels the other man with a glare, as Yeong-Ja bounces excitedly beside him.

"I could not care less, Christopher."

Changbin grins broadly from the doorway, enjoying the little goading match from afar.

"Ah, c'mon. Don't you want a matching set?" He motions with a jerk of his head toward Suwon, currently sleeping under the large kitchen table. The black Doberman barely raises his head at the commotion.

Minho takes another drink from his coffee.

"The only matching set I want is you and Chan's heads on sticks."

"Sorry, boss!" Changbin calls, ignoring Minho's dark threat entirely, a grin slipping across his lips as he twirls the jangling keys around his finger, turning toward the door. "Can't hear you. Gotta go."

"Okay, on that note-" Chan clears his throat, coughing over a chuckle, as he herds your daughter toward the door. "-let's get going."

"Bye mommy, bye daddy!" Yeong-Ja calls over her shoulder with a little wave, before she disappears, dwarfed between the two large men.

Changbin throws one last amused, knowing look over his shoulder in Minho's direction, giving a cheeky little wave, before they all leave from sight.

"Fuck." Minho swears vehemently beneath his breath and promptly moves around the counter to dump the rest of his coffee down the sink.

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"He's going to ask to see her again, you know."

Minho glances up from his phone to meet your gaze from across the backseat of the car, his expression darkening slightly at your words, and the open worry etched across your face.

He tucks his phone back into the pocket of his suit coat, and slides across the seat to sit beside you, hand coming down to rest on your own.

"And my answer will be the same as it always is." He replies back in a hushed, but dangerously serious, tone, his fingers squeezing your own. "When he comes to see her as his granddaughter, and not just as an heir to a massive criminal empire, then he can meet her."

You take in a shaky breath and glance out the window.

The roads are becoming familiar, you're close to your father's estate.

"Princess."

Minho's cool fingers tilt your chin back to him, making you meet his gaze. The corner of his lip curls into the hint of a smile.

"You do not reside on your knees for him any longer. He has no power left to lord over you."

You take in another breath, and will the butterflies to soothe in your belly.

You give Minho a small, shaky smile, and squeeze his hand. The metal of his rings are cold, grounding, against your palm.

"I know."

"If anything-" Minho glances past you as you pull into the long drive, your father's opulent mansion rising quickly in the distance.

He gives you a smirk and an arch of his brow as you turn into the gate.

"-now that you have myself and all my resources at your disposal, he should be absolutely terrified of you."

The car comes to a stop, and Minho slides out, straightening his jacket and offering you his hand.

You take in another steadying breath, holding onto his arm as you walk toward the entrance of your childhood home.

The door swings open as you approach, and your father appears, stepping onto the top step of the staircase, watching the two of you with a penetrating gaze.

You resist the urge to shudder under that look you know so well.

Minho pulls you up the stairs with him, his steps confident, and you try to borrow some of his courage, stiffening your back and shoulders as your father steps to meet you both, a fake, overly large smile sliding into place across his pale, thin lips.

Of course he would greet you personally, no butler was good enough for Lee Minho, not when you were trying to keep up appearances.

"Ah, there he is, my son-in-law, man of the hour." Your father extends a hand, and Minho shakes it, though you can see by the slight tic of the muscle in his jaw that he doesn't enjoy the contact.

To his credit, your husband does a hell of a good job putting on a front, his slight smile in your father's direction much more believable than the man's who raised you.

"Boss Park. A pleasure, as always."

Your father doesn't even glance in your direction, motioning for Minho to follow him into the cooled, dimly lit air of the front entrance hall.

You can hear a record playing from somewhere farther within the mansion, probably your father's office.

"Now." Your father waves away an approaching maid, and she scurries to grab an empty tray, headed for the kitchen. He turns, that same sickly smile on his face, and rubs his hands together gleefully. "Shall we get straight to business then?"

"You know I don't enjoy small talk." Minho inclines his head to your father, who takes that as a yes to his previous question.

"Of course." He motions for Minho to move down the hallway, his arm extended. "I'll have Maria bring us refreshments in the parlor. Shall we?"

Minho's hand moves to the small of your back, warm through the thin material of the dress you wear, coaxing you forward with him as he moves to step past your father.

You're thankful for the support, you worry the trembling of your legs will give you away.

"Ah, ah, ah." Your father holds out his arm, stopping your forward motion, and for the first time since you arrived, his eyes flit to you, the corners of his lips curling up into something akin to a disgusted sneer. "You know the rules of my household, daughter. Women are not allowed in business meetings. You can wait here. Catch up with that little maid and the old household cook you were so fond of growing up."

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, and something triumphant flashes across your father's dark gaze.

He knows that the cook you were 'so fond of growing up' was executed-shot in the garden while you were made to watch-on his order.

Can't have your daughter getting too close to the help now, can you? Not when secrets could be spilled, reputations dirtied.

Minho is talking, his voice fuzzy through your panicked memories, and you blink, focusing in on what he's saying, staring your father down with a serious, almost deadly, expression.

"I'm sorry, Boss Park, but when your daughter married me, she became my wife, and where I go, my wife goes. Those are my household rules. You understand."

Your father's lips part as his gaze flicks to you once more, as if he's thinking about disagreeing with Minho, but the flash of threat in Minho's dark eyes must convince him otherwise, because he plasters a strained smile onto his face and laughs, throwing his hands out.

"Of course. My apologies. Right this way then."

Minho glances at you, giving you a small reassuring smile, before he squeezes your hand, and you fall into step behind your father.

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"Try to relax, (Y/N)."

Your doctor gives you a kind smile, the ultrasound wand posed and ready above your bare belly, the screen tilted toward the bed.

You swallow hard and nod, trying to focus on relaxing the tense muscles of your entire body one by one.

Minho squeezes your fingers where he crouches beside the bed, keeping up the pressure until you glance at him, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you worry it incessantly.

He reaches out to free the raw skin from your hold.

"Breathe, baby." He admonishes quietly, inked fingers stroking your knuckles in a reassuring pattern.

"Ready?" Your doctor asks, glancing between the two of you, lowering the wand slowly as she waits for your go ahead.

You stare at the blank, dark screen behind her, and try not to vomit.

"I'm scared." You admit to Minho in a whisper, hand tightening around his own, your breath coming slightly erratically now.

Minho pushes himself to his feet without a word, releasing his hold on your hand, and you almost reach out to grab for him again, before you realize he's sliding behind you on the bed, tugging you back against the warmth of his chest, his arms going around your shoulders protectively as he tucks your head beneath his chin.

"What did I tell you before, princess?"

You swallow again, gaze darting to your waiting doctor, and the screen beyond her shoulder.

"That it's going to be okay."

"Mm. Good girl." Minho hums a sound of approval in his throat, and you feel his lips brush across your forehead. "And it's going to be."

You take in a shuddering breath, and then give a little, jerky nod.

Minho's fingers find your own once more, and you feel him lift his chin from your head, glancing at the doctor.

She must see what she needs to in his gaze, because with a nod of her own, she finally touches the ultrasound wand to your belly.

Your body tenses at the contact as she begins to move the wand around slowly, her gaze laser focused on the screen.

Minho reaches his hand around to the front of your throat, his fingers finding purchase beneath your chin, and you don't resist him as he tips your head back, guiding you to meet his gaze.

"Just look at me, baby. Deep breath."

You force your chest in and out-once, twice-and Minho gives a nod of approval, leaning down to kiss your forehead once more.

"Good girl."

There is quiet, you don't know how long it's been since the doctor started her exam, and you feel your stomach twist, bile burning your throat, the longer the oppressive silence drags on.

Fuck, shouldn't you have heard something by now?

What if-

"Ah, there we go." The doctor murmurs, almost to herself, and suddenly, the sound of a heartbeat-fast and fluttering, like a hummingbirds wings, echoing the frantic pace of your own-fills the room.

Minho grins down at you, and you see the relief flash across his eyes as the heartbeat continues, strong and steady. "See? Nothing to worry about."

Your body sags with relief, and you glance at the screen beyond the doctor's shoulder-no longer dark-a shimmering, spiking line flickering constantly across the monitor in perfect time with the rapid heartbeat.

"Baby sounds perfect." Your doctor continues, smiling up at the two of you, as she moves the wand around and the heartbeat heightens a little. "Right on track."

"Oh my god." You breathe out, putting a trembling hand up to your mouth, sudden hot tears filling your eyes. "Fuck."

Minho laughs a little, leaning over to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his arms squeezing you protectively.

His next exhale comes out more than a little shaky.

"Fuck indeed, baby. Fuck indeed."

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There is blood.

Blood smearing the inside of your legs, blood pounding hard in your ears, blooding staining the disgusting cock of the man looming over you, leering.

You glance to the door where your father had disappeared, giving his men free reign over you, some sort of lesson, and you know, deep down, that there is blood on his hands too.

But unlike the crimson marking you and the man creeping in, it's not the visible kind.

There is blood.

Dripping down between your fingers, coating your palms in slick red, so thick and so ingrained that even the running water is not enough to wash it away, not completely.

You scrub frantically at your hands, but the crimson only seems to multiply, filling the cracks and seeping into the edges of your vision.

You are hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks, and without your bidding, your gaze slides back to the man on the floor.

Dead.

Lying in a quickly congealing pool of blood and slaughter, your bucket and rag left hastily beside his blown out head.

The rag is already wet and sopping with blood, even after only one quick stroke across the cement.

You lean over the sink and vomit.

There is blood.

You can feel it, pooling beneath your hips, but you're too scared to look beneath the covers, too sure of what you'll find, your heart already shattering in your chest.

You feel sick to your stomach, and the cramping is worsening.

Rolling to your side, you curl your body into the safety of the fetal position, and try to drown out the low murmur of the doctor's voice from the other side of the room.

Screwing your eyes shut, you keep it all inside, and scream with rage where no one will hear.

There is blood.

Flecked across the tawny skin of his cheekbones, spattering the front of his white dress shirt, his prized shoes, congealing and blending with the dark ink that flows across his knuckles until they are almost one.

He steps toward you, and you run to him without a second thought, terrified enough that the breath in your lungs refuses to leave, not until you've got your hands on him and made sure he's all right.

Your bodies collide, and Minho holds you up as a sob tears from between your lips.

You reach up and put your palms on either side of his face, the crimson splatters, sprinkled across his nose like morbid freckles, accentuating the gold flecks that flash in the dark recesses of his eyes.

Minho's lips twist into the hint of a smile.

"It's not mine, princess. Don't worry."

You feel your lungs collapse, your chest caving, and you throw your arms around him violently, never willing to let him leave your grasp again, at least for tonight.

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There is blood.

You step around the puddle on the floor with nothing more than a disinterested glance, your sneakers squeaking on the concrete.

Behind you, Felix makes a muffled sound of disgust in the back of his throat.

"God, they really need to clean up down here."

You glance over your shoulder at him, as he steps around the bloody puddle on the floor with an open look of horror on his face, a grin breaking free from your lips.

You wait for him to catch up to you, and link your arm in his as you continue down the long hallway.

"C'mon, Lixie. I think it's charming."

He gives you an arch of his brow, and you laugh a little.

The interoggation rooms built beneath the mansion serve a purprose-regardless of how dark-and honestly, you're grateful Minho had thought of them.

It's a way to keep the men you hold dear close enough that you know they're not in danger while they do their jobs.

Plus, hearing the screams when you come down here can be therapeutic in a way.

"Besides-" You reach the end of the hall and stop in front of the door there, glancing over at the man beside you as you reach for the knob. "I guarantee, when they come down here, cleaning is the last thing on Changbin and Chan's minds."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Savages."

You grin once more, and roll the door knob in your hand, pushing the door inward easily.

"It's why we love them."

You step into the room, Felix close on your heels, and as the door shuts behind you, your eyes flicker around the small chamber, taking everything in.

Chan is standing against the far wall beside Changbin, muttering something to him rapidly in a low voice.

There's a wall of instruments on the north side, anything from clamps to syringes, all used to get enemies talking.

And in the center of the room, a hunched form of a struggling man, bound to a chair, face covered with a sack.

You can just make out the muffled swears coming from beneath the rough fabric.

You take a step into the light that beams down on the man, encircling him in the gloom, and Chan and Changbin push up from the wall as one, their chatter ceasing immediately.

Changbin grins at you dangerously, as Chan rolls his head from side to side, waiting for your instructions.

Felix, silent as a ghost, leans against the door behind you, watching.

You tilt your head toward the man.

"Show me his face."

"Gladly." Changbin's teeth gleam sharply, as he leans forward and rips the cover roughly off the man's head.

The man looks around, disoriented, his long, gray hair wild, eyes wide and white with fear, the gag held between his teeth stained with spittle.

You feel a spark of fear light in your stomach at the sight of his face-older now, lined, but still recognizable-but force it back down with a long breath, stepping closer calmly, until the man's frantically roving eyes land on you.

"Take off his gag."

Chan steps up silently now, untying the gag at the back of the man's head, and as soon as it's loose enough, the man spits it out, licking his dry, chapped lips, as he glances between you and the men surrounding him with fury in his eyes.

"What the fuck is this? Who do you think you are? I could have you thrown to the bottom of a lake so no one would find your bodies, you know-"

You tsk your tongue in disapproval, and the man halts his tirade, his eyes narrowing, his weaselly features sharp.

"Empty threats." You sigh, stepping toward him, cocking your head as you study him.

He's shrunk after all these years, his skin almost paper thin, his hair greasy.

The eyes are the same though.

Hungry, predatory, evil.

His lips lift into the start of a snarl, revealing yellowing teeth.

"I don't know who you think you are, you bitch, but I assure you-"

Changbin's hand tangles into the man's stringy hair, yanking his head back roughly, shutting him up.

"Shut the fuck up, old man. Watch your tongue." He growls, glaring down at the man, his eyes blurring with tears as Changbin tugs once more on his hair painfully hard. "Or else I'll make sure that what she does to you will feel like mercy when I'm done with you."

He shoves the man's head forward, and he sputters, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, spittle flying from his lips.

Chan steps around the chair and holds out a knife toward you, his brow arched.

You take it without hesitation, and play with the razor sharp tip for a moment, ticking it off your fingertips as you study the man, lost in thought.

He glares up at you, his eyes full of hatred.

You almost laugh.

Oh trust me, not as much hatred as I hold toward you, Wu Chen.

You sigh, a long suffering sound, and address the man sitting, still now, before you.

"Do you recognize me, Mr. Wu?"

His dark eyes flash with something full of anger, but no recognition crosses his murderous gaze.

"Why should I?"

You cluck your tongue in annoyance, glancing up from the gleaming knife held in your hands.

"You took something from me once."

A brief flash of confusion swirls with the fury, and then his jaw clenches, his features going hard.

He gives a humorless laugh.

"I've taken things from a lot of people." His eyes glint with the predator, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he lets his gaze fall down the length of your body. "Quite a few of them delicious, mouthy little cunts such as yourself."

He's trying to unnerve you.

It's not working.

You've given him enough fear for one lifetime already.

No more.

You step forward, and lean over him, your hand going on the back of the chair, the knife held alert between the two of you, dangerously close to his jugular.

His eyes flick down to the steel, and you don't miss the way his throat bobs with a swallow.

"You took something. Long ago. Took something from someone who couldn't fight back. Something that was never yours to begin with. Do you remember what that was, Mr. Wu?"

Your voice is quiet, steady, but venomous and deadly as a viper waiting to strike.

His eyes meet yours, and when it's clear he's not going to respond, you sigh, sliding the knife up the column of his throat slowly, watching as the crimson appears in the shallow cut you leave behind.

He flinches, but remains quiet.

"A girl." You continue, voice dropping to nothing more than a deadly murmur.

Something like recognition flashes in the dark of his eyes, and suddenly, the man sitting bound before you looks a hell of a lot more nervous than he did before.

You let a small smirk flick the corner of your lips, as you lean back, taking the knife away from his throat.

"She wasn't strong enough to fight you back then. But she is now."

You lift your chin at Chan, and he steps around in front of your prisoner, leaning over to rip open the closure of his suit pants.

"What, what are you doing?" He splutters, immediately writhing in the chair once more, as Chan proceeds to easily tear his pants open, baring thin, scarred legs to the cold air of the room.

Changbin steps up as Chan finishes and goes around the chair, back to his side, holding the man still with firm hands on his shoulders as you approach once more.

You lean over, and easily shred the boxers he wears with one quick flick of your wrist that holds the knife.

The man before you screams and struggles, as his shrunken, shriveled cock springs free for all to see.

"Mm." You hum in your throat thoughtfully, staring at the man and his member with consideration. "It's a lot smaller than I remembered."

Changbin leans over the man's shoulder to get a look and grins, his eyes glinting.

You glance back to your prisoner, and a smirk curves your lips as he cries out in terror, fighting against his bonds and the hold of Changbin's hands.

You step closer and hold up the knife for him to see, the metal glinting in the overhead light.

"No, no, please-" He flails, begging pathetically, but you ignore him, angling the knife expertly as you close in.

The smirk doesn't leave your lips, as you arch a brow and stare down at the writhing, pathetic excuse of a man before you.

Your voice is steady when you speak, rising above the sound of his pleas.

"You took something precious from me, Mr. Wu. Now it's time for me to take something from you."

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You hear Minho before you see him.

The door to the bedroom sounds, and the room is immediately filled with curses and general angry lamentations as he struggles to get through the crack he's made in the door without letting the dogs on the other side in with him.

You can hear him yelling all the way from the ensuite bathroom.

"Get back, you hairy fuckers!-Jesus-Suwon, don't do that, you damned beast!-fuck-and you! Fucking bane of my existence!-ow-Give me back my fucking shoe and go find a ball, you damned fucking demon hound!"

The door finally slams, and you hear rapid paws head down the hall on the other side, Suwon and the new puppy, probably in search of Yeong-Ja.

Minho appears then in the doorway of the bathroom, looking frazzled, a lone dress shoe held in his hand, his lips smashed into a thin line of rage.

You try to hide your smile, glancing at him over your shoulder, as you continue to ready to get in the already running shower.

"Have a bit of a struggle, Boss Lee?" You query innocently, eyes wide as you regard him, like you haven't just heard everything that occurred.

He swears under his breath and tosses the chewed shoe into the trash, reaching up to swipe a hand through his disheveled hair with an agitated rake of his fingers.

"Fucking dogs. That fucking puppy is even worse than Suwon was."

You grin now, turning toward him, and his eyes trail down your naked body, catching on the prevalent bump that now takes up your midsection.

"Baby, Bohoja will learn, just like Suwon did. You won't be stuck with ruined shoes forever."

"Mmm." Minho hums something like distracted agreement under his breath, his eyes still on you, as if he's lost his train of thought and is no longer thinking about the hellhounds that roam the halls. "He had better. Or I'll have Chan's head on a stick." He takes a step toward you. "But that's not what I came to talk about."

You arch a brow, playing innocent for awhile longer.

"Oh? What did you come to talk about then, husband?"

His eyes darken predatorially at the lilting tease to your voice, a challenge, and he growls, closing the space between you, his hand going up to grip your chin.

Your bare chest brushes his through the material of the dress shirt he wears, and you can already feel his arousal, long and rock hard against your leg.

It makes you want to shiver, even though the steamy bathroom is more than a little warm.

His eyes trace up your body once more, and then flick to your face, catching on your cheekbone, before he reaches up with his free hand to brush something on your skin.

You lean into his touch, brushing your lips over the inked skin of his knuckles.

"You have blood on your face, princess."

You arch a brow. "Does that turn you on?"

Minho's eyes flash dark, dangerous, and his lip curls up to reveal a flash of his teeth, his voice a husky growl in the back of his throat.

"Incredibly."

You smirk, and he stares at you for another moment, hunger clear in his eyes, and you think maybe he'll give in and take you right here, against the bathroom counter, but instead, he sighs, and lets his free hand tangle into your hair, tilting your head back so your gaze meets his.

"You found him then."

It's a statement, not a question.

You nod. "Yes."

Minho's brow arches, and the corner of his mouth lifts into the start of a smirk.

"And?"

You sigh, pulling from his grasp as you step away, turning back when you reach the waiting shower.

Minho hasn't moved, watching your every move.

Eyes locked on his, you step backward into the flowing water, and it immediately coats your skin in hot rivulets, making everything slick.

You arch a brow, watching the predatory look come back into Minho's eyes as the water wets your skin, pooling in streams down between your breasts, your thighs.

You cock your head, as if considering, and then say without preamble, "And I cut off his pathetic excuse for a dick. I gave it to cook. She's going to make a fancy pate out of it and feed it to the dogs."

Minho breathes out, you see it in the way his chest rises and falls and then he's striding to the open air shower, ripping his tie off as he comes, stepping into the stream of water in the rest of his clothing without a second thought.

He takes your chin in a bruising grip with one hand, and snakes his other hand down between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as he touches the wetness there, just for him.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, princess." He grits out, tilting your head back so that he can look into your eyes while he finger fucks you.

"So you tell me." You try to give him a teasing smile, but the expression is lost as your mouth parts and a gasp escapes your lips when he curls his fingers.

"No, I mean-" He backs you against the wall with his body, the water drenching the shirt he wears, you can see his tan skin and the ink across his chest through the wet material, and lets his gaze travel appreciatively down your length once more. "-you're always fucking beautiful, but god-"

He groans gutturally , leaning into you, mouth open against your own, as he hits a spot that has you gripping onto him, keening audibly.

"-there's something so incredibly fucking sexy about you when you're pregnant."

His words send a thrill of heat straight to your core.

"Take this off." You practically beg, pawing uselessly at his shirt, and he pulls his hand away from you to undo the buttons, tugging it open impatiently, as you reach down to free him of his pants.

You're eager for him to take you, to claim you, but instead of immediately finding purchase inside you, Minho drops to his knees in front of you, and runs his hands reverently over your swollen belly, glancing up at you through the streams of water.

His hair is dark, dripping, and you bury your fingers into it.

"I put this here. You, carrying my kid, princess-" He takes in a deep breath, his fingers still caressing your skin. "Fuck, now everyone knows who you belong to. Everyone knows you're mine."

You stare down at him, this man on his knees for you, this man who has given you everything-and you smile.

"I don't think there was ever any doubt about who I belonged to, Lee Minho. It's always been you."

Minho surges to his feet and covers your mouth with his own, your tongues tangling instantly, your body melting into his, his fingers finding you once again right where he left off, making you jolt against him and gasp in pleasure.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice husky, gravely, against your lips.

"You." You breathe back, hand already trailing down between your two bodies to find him. Your fingers close around him, and Minho shudders. "All of you. Always."

"You have all of me, princess. Always." He repeats in a hoarse voice, before he sheathes himself fully inside of you without warning, making you both cry out.

And you know he means it.

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"Ow." You huff beneath your breath, shifting on the chaise, as Yeong-Ja looks up from playing with the puppy on the floor in front of the fire.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

You give her a smile that's more like a grimace as the baby kicks you strongly again, foot sinking up under your ribs.

"Baby brother is just kicking me, that's all, baby. I'm okay."

Yeong-Ja immediately turns back to Bohoja, teasing him with a rope toy.

"'Baby brother'?" Minho queries, leaving his desk and sliding in beside you on the sofa, his arm going around you as he pulls you close.

You smile, glancing up at him. "Just a feeling."

Another kick, another curse under your breath.

"Fuck. Minho. Tell your son to behave please."

Minho chuckles, burying his nose in your hair and breathing you in, his hand sliding down to rest on the apex of your stomach.

"Sorry, princess. You know how we Lee men are."

The baby kicks again against his palm, and Minho curves his fingers along the curvature of your belly, as if holding the unborn baby close from the outside.

You sigh, and snuggle back into him.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Well-" You acquiesce, stifling a yawn as you lean your head on his shoulder, and watch Yeong-Ja playing happily with the puppy, Suwon dozing near by. "-I'd better get used to it then, because I wouldn't have them any other way."

You feel the warmth of Minho's breath as he buries his face once more in your hair, holding you close.

"I love you, princess. And the murderous little creature currently growing in your womb."

You grin and kiss his chest through the thin material of his dress shirt.

"I love you too, Boss Lee."

Love.

There is so much love.

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c0ry-c0nvoluted · 8 months

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MARVEL ZOMBIES BLACK WHITE BLOOD #1 INCVINTIVE VIRIGIN VARIANT

RELEASE DATE 10/25/23

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davekat-sucks · 1 year

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I think a cool compromise would've been that the ancestors started off as these shadowed, grizzled caricatures, and then as you learn more about them as actual people, the art style would change to something more in line with Pesterquest!

As you've said before though, they should still be consistent about the trolls more animalistic features--if they choose to give them those or not.

I'd also recommend them to fix the outfits too. Some of the ancestors stick to their canon look, while others like the Dolorosa, Mindfang, and Dualscar greatly depart from it. They should either stick solely to their canon appearances, or have everyone get a style change over the course of the story. Otherwise, none of them look like they're living in the same time period as the others, which is SUPER distracting and immersion-breaking for your readers!

That would be actually interesting transition for the ancestors. Would play off as mysterious beings and you reveal them as themselves after becoming friends with them. I can understand Mindfang and Dualscar's looks for pirate mariner nautical theme. The Psiionic going to be the future battery is another that is close to what he wears. Darkleer, Redglare, and Summoner being close to what they wear for canon. Though ones like The Disciple and Grand Highblood having a more modern clashes with everyone. And Dolorosa having a hijba to be interpreted as a Muslim woman and not something like a Virigin Mary, makes no sense either. But I can see what you mean that it looks like some of the trolls came from different time periods based on what they wear. I would make more sense if they used the blood colors to determine how they look. Like the lower a person is on the hemospectrum, the poorer they look and the higher you are, the more fashionable you appear because your high rich status lets you afford better looking clothes.

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mystic-kitten-writer · 3 years

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Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for writing Limerence, it’s an amazing story and I love all the extra drabbles and things! Also if you have time could you do another drabble with the vampire Zuko au, maybe some smut?

AU: Limerence (Vampire AU)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

Masterlist

It was always a curiosity of mine—an itching piece of knowledge I just had to know, especially now.

The concept of vampires, blood-lusting creatures, was already a mystical idea that only existed in horror films. Evil, underworldly creatures of the night that you should always fear and keep a clove of garlic in hand. But that panic quickly turned into curiosity.

A curiosity that Zuko has told me many times would get me killed.

But that’s why I had him by my side, right? Catching me after every stumble, giving scary looks to anyone that seemed a bit odd. It appears that Zuko’s fondness towards me had gathered quite the attention from the vampire community. From seeing and knowing zero vampires to a few dozen.

Some came seeking, curious souls like me. Wanting to know how I managed to get their Vampire King under wraps. In contrast, some came to me for some more sinister reasons.

Either way, it didn’t change the way I felt for Zuko. Nor the question I had in mind as I stared while he ate like some creep. His teeth were so pearly white; they could blind. But those four long fangs of his-

Sharp to the touch, glimmering under the candlelight dinner.

I knew how they felt against my skin. His kisses over my neck, my shoulders, but he never did bite me. Whenever he found himself become cruder, gentle caresses turning into eager nibbles where his fangs would press to the point you would think he would pierce the skin, he always backed away. And I always bit my tongue to stop myself from begging, to experience that roughness that always just skimmed the surface.

It was as if he was fearful of breaking the skin- taste my blood.

A part of me was intrigued to know how it would feel to have him bite my skin. Was it as orgasmic or painful as the movies portray? And from that lead to another question to another and another. My mind buzzed like a bee, and Zuko mused to himself.

Picking at my pasta, watching him absentmindedly-

“Love?” Zuko spoke, and I jumped despite his gentle tone, fork dropping. It rattled against the plate as I cheekily apologized, and Zuko snickered, “If only I could read minds, the things I would learn.”

My blush deepened because that would be terrible. He didn’t need to know the ideas I had about him. While most of them were harmless, I couldn’t stop that bubble of lustful intentions that would randomly come to mind at the worst of times.

Like now.

“I-it’s nothing important.”

“Mm, I’m not too sure, love. You seem pretty preoccupied, so tell me.”

“No.” I huffed, poking at my pasta with a pout.

I wouldn’t dare say it to Zuko because it really was so stupid. As if this was some cliche movie with a low budget. I chewed on the pasta and swallowed, my fingers toying with the red wine Zuko had brought when he came over.

But Zuko sported a giant grin the whole time. He was watching me flush and struggle to take a sip from my glass. Get it together, Yue! Taking much too big of a gulp from the dark-coloured wine that I already knew was far too expensive.

Yet the longer his golden eyes stared, the more flustered I got because Zuko’s eyes were piercing. Staring straight through to my soul, but they were so gorgeous. I didn’t know if it was because he was a vampire, but it always left me breathless. His eyes were like molten gold, pulling, drawing me deeper.

Paired with his smile, his husky voice-

“Let’s make a deal, love.” Zuko purred, and I raised a brow, curiosity once again getting the best of me.

“What kind of deal?” I invited, and Zuko’s grin grew because he knew exactly what to say to pull me into his trap.

I’m an idiot. A fact I always knew but gosh, did my level of stupidity seem to grow whenever it came to me wanting to know something. Dad always told me I should’ve been an investigator. Well, that was until he took back his words because I'll most likely get myself into a world of trouble - and he wasn’t exactly wrong.

Zuko leaned back on his chair, spreading his legs wide as his arms crossed in front of his chest, “You tell me what’s on your mind.”

“And?”

“I’ll answer truthfully.”

“And what makes you think it’s even about you?” I poked, and Zuko shook his head, that cocky expression on his face, “Because I saw the way you were staring at my lips.”

"Well, that doesn't seem like much of a deal to me." I huffed, trying to seem indifferent.

Zuko laughed.

His large hands fell over his knees, slowly rising from his chair with a dominant crawl. The fork I held to my lips began to drop, unable to take a bite because Zuko had this air of power around him. Effortless, taking easy-going steps with a handsome smirk, his eyes planning.

"You're right, love." Zuko hummed, his fingers dragging along the edge of my dining table, before finally stopping beside me. Once again, he bore those sharp fangs, not afraid of me seeing and retracting to seem 'normal' like he often did with others.

But it was embarrassing how attracted I was to those damn fangs. My lips parting, gawking, twisting myself in my chair so my knees could face him. If only I could know-

Zuko's face leaned towards mine, his breath mixed with the wine fanning my face.

"It may not seem like much of a deal to many. But to you, my curious human, it is worth a bag of gold and more. So let's skip the games, love, and tell me. What's on your mind?"

I found myself frozen.

Zuko's words were hitting me full force because he was right, and I hated it with a burning passion. My breath caught in my throat as my hands flopped over my lap. I was clasping onto the fabric of my skirt with a death grip.

"I can hear your heartbeat. It's racing." Zuko snickered; his eyes were not wavering from mine.

My shyness intensified tenfold, but- this is my chance. Probably my only chance. I could easily blame it on the glass of wine I had. Say it was my drunken mind, get the answer to my foolish question.

"Ask, love." Zuko edged.

With a nibble, I tried to push the reality of such a plan away.

He's not that stupid to fall for such a lie. I wouldn't get drunk over half a glass of wine, but it didn't matter. At this moment, I had fooled myself into believing it or else I couldn't ask what I always wanted to know.

"I’m waiting,” he whispered, like the call of a siren.

He was encouraging my need to know, spotting the cracks of my resolve. A second more, another plea, letting his tongue run over the sharp tip of his fangs as he loomed above-

"Does the blood of a virgin taste better than other...types?"

It took me a moment to realize that the blurted question, rushed in speech, came from me. My cheeks heating, a wash of shame flooding the room as the closeness of our faces let me see Zuko’s reaction in its purest form.

For a split second, his pretty eyes widened. Undoubtedly taken aback from the question, but before I could slap myself silly, I froze. As quick as he was to be shocked, I watched how his expression fell. As if...as if he was-

Letting out a light laugh, Zuko shook his head. His eyes fell downwards as his shoulders shook with the utmost amusement before letting his gaze rest over me again.

“What an interesting question, love,” he purred. His large hand running up my leg, toying with the edge of my skirt, fingers warming the skin of my thighs, “I think the better question is why ask? Is there something you wish to share with me?”

I swallowed.

We had only known each other for a few weeks. Our relationship, fresh. It was like those cliche love movies, love at first sight. We had an emotional connection, seemingly understanding without uttering a word. But that didn’t mean we didn’t have physical chemistry.

But I stared at Zuko with a lost gaze; it finally hit me.

I never told him I was the poster child of innocence. Zuko was the second guy I had ever kissed, and the first guy I had ever made out with. And naturally, I had to pick a vampire, of all people, to experience the rest of my firsts. Those long fangs, highlighting and glistening under the light-

“I thought I was the one asking questions?” I tried to argue, putting on a brave face as Zuko glowed.

A sly, devilish grin that had me holding my breath because it was so wrong. How a single look had me melting, my resolve wavering as his fingers continued to crawl up my thigh. Finally, I took a deep breath, sounding like a meek whine, and Zuko’s eyes darkened.

“Fine. The blood of a virgin isn’t what tempts a vampire. Some silly rumour spread by brothels back in the day to get women to work. But that isn’t what you want to know.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“There isn’t a damn thing you want to know as much as you want to experience. I can fucking smell it.”

It was then I realized how tightly my thighs clenched each other. My cheeks were blushing, trying to strip my gaze away because I was exposed. Worse than Zuko reading my thoughts - he could smell me.

How did I forget? Let such a common-sense fact slip from my mind all this time. Vampires had heightened scenes, especially smell and taste. A slickness was starting to seep, fidgeting in my chair because the look on Zuko’s face was one I had never seen before.

He looked hungry.

Both of his hands firmly pressed on my thighs, parting my legs as his nose brushed against mine, “Did you know our top fangs and bottom fangs serve different purposes, love?”

I couldn’t speak- shaking my head, unable to pull from his touch. It was intimidating how his chest rose and fell, the muscles in his arms tensing.

“The tops are the painful ones. We use it to drain our food dry. A cruel fate, because unlike what people think, there is no numbing agent.”

He flashed me a menacing smile.

I could see his fangs in all their glory; not even the sharpest knife or sword could compare. It was like a game to him. Placing a much too modest kiss over my nose all while he moaned with growing wickedness.

Perfectly gripping the thickness of my thighs. The pads of Zuko’s digits digging into my skin, his chaste kisses moving downward. Falling over my cupid’s bow, I whimpered as I shivered in my chair.

Overwhelmed yet not satisfied. Feeling the sting from his unforgiving clutch below while his kisses were too tame.

“Zuko-” I whimpered, unsure of what I was asking for, and he snickered, “Be a good lil’ human and listen.”

I moaned.

Never have I heard him demand to assert his dominance in such a way. I was thankful that I was already sitting because I would’ve swooned. Nodding eagerly, wanting to seek his approval, Zuko smiled graciously.

His hands were sliding further up my thighs, now perfectly hidden under my skirt, “Good girl. Now tell me, what fangs do I have to explain next, hmm?”

“Y-your bottom fangs.” I panted.

He was letting his tongue run along them to affirm my statement. A part of me glowed in happiness, to make him satisfied, to answer correctly.

“That’s right, love. And these fangs are special.”

“Why?” I gasped, my feet pressing onto the hardwood under us so my toes turned white.

With his touch, getting closer to my core, I felt myself dripping on the wooden chairs we sat on. Spoiled with my dirtiness and the embarrassment of knowing Zuko could smell it-

“Guess, love.”

I huffed because Zuko slyly slid down on his knees before my own; his large hands spread my legs with one push. My skirt rolled up my body and sat along my hips, and I couldn’t stop the shy protest.

I was exposed, Zuko licking his lips as he stared at my soiled panties like it was desert, “Zuko-”

“Guess.”

“I-I don’t know,” I cried.

I was trembling in my spot because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Everything was happening so fast, willingly weak and submitting, as my thighs tried to close. But Zuko's effortless grip kept them from doing so.

His hold, overpowering despite not even trying, “You’re so wet, love; I can practically taste you in the air.”

My blush deepened, whimpering as he had no shame in staring. The fabric was sticking to my slit, outlining everything I had to offer. My hands were clutching the base of my chair, knuckles white as I fought to breathe.

“P-please tell me,” I whispered, and Zuko slowly leaned towards my knee.

His lips caressed the skin, a jolt running up my whole body. A mess, soft kisses, but he deliberately let me feel the drag of his fangs after each pull.

“We use them for mating.”

“Mating?” I repeated, and Zuko paused for a moment, nodding, “The person who we choose to spend the rest of our lives with. A bite of both our bottom and tops and it is a rather pleasurable experience.”

My brows pinched together because it didn’t make any sense. Hitching a breath as I felt his kisses just barely move up my thigh all while I tried to think-

“B-but you said that it hurts.” I rushed. My eyes shut as his fingers dug into my skin. Somehow spreading my legs further, luring me closer to his face.

If only I could pinch myself. It was shameful how proud I was in drawing a simple reaction because it meant I did something good. Since when was I so eager to please him?

“You’re right, my sweet human. But you see, what makes our bottom teeth so special is it releases an aphrodisiac.”

My eyes widen—an aphrodisiac.

I knew what that meant all too well, especially with it being peak season for valentines day. Customers were asking for orders of chocolate, strawberries, pomegranate and even figs. Setting the mood for us to cave in to our primal desires - sex.

“If we bite with both our teeth, suck each other’s blood, it leaves a mating mark. But-”

I gulped, not realizing how far his kisses had reached.

His face was right between my legs, causing goosebumps to rise because of the sensation of his heavy breath directing on my drenched panties. I bit my lip; it was embarrassing to see myself unintentionally buck. Zuko was laughing at my vulnerability.

“Some vampires like playing with their food. They give a quick bite to their humans with their bottoms, just enough to inject a small dose,” he spoke.

That cruel smile he wore. His tongue was purposely dragging along his bottom fangs as if teasing.

“But here’s the real treat,” Zuko growled, and this time, he let his hand wander right beside my heat.

“I’ve smelt how wet you get whenever you think I’m about to bite. How your heart races. You don’t care if it were to hurt because I found myself the naughtiness of humans. A lover of pain and I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I bit you with both sets.”

“Zuko-”

“Just thinking about it gets me hard. I want to taste you; I want to see you a mess, lose your mind to pleasure. So tell me, love. Do you willingly submit to me? Let me take everything, do everything, and bite you.”

"Yes."

My head tossed back, arching as my hands fell over his hair.

My fingers were tangled with his locks, unable to stop the moans as my eyes closed shut for the overwhelming pleasure. It felt so good, trembling as Zuko’s beautiful fangs finally pierced my skin.

A sharp pain that turned into sweet torture. Feeling drips of rouge down his chin as he let satisfied groans. Swallowing and licking at the wound like it was the most exquisite taste he had ever experienced.

I was panting.

Every sense heightened as a flush washed over my skin. Sweating and unable to keep my eyes focused. Everything felt good, the hand that rested right beside my covered cunt now throbbing. Silently begging to be touched.

“Zuko, i-it feels- I’m so hot,” I whined, tears bubbling as he let his tongue run along the wound.

The low groan he breathed, “I’ll treat you so well, make you my mate.”

My hands fell over my mouth, squealing.

His hand bunched my panties upwards. The fabric tightened, slipping between my folds, and Zuko’s face quickly lapped at my juices. His tongue fat, teasing my clit over the thin barrier before prodding at my entrance.

I was clenching around nothing, humping his face as tears of utter ecstasy poured. My stomach felt so tense, my thighs shaking as I twitched uncontrollably.

“Z-Zuko-”

“That’s it. Be a good fucking human, mate, and cum for me.”

My eyes widened because I obeyed.

Convulsing, moaning, my vision turning white as I gushed. I couldn’t stop, not realizing that the screams, chanting of his name were coming from me. The whole time Zuko was humming like he was on cloud nine.

I never came as fast as I did whenever I touched myself, his lapping never stopping. Hearing him slurp as my cum dribbled out my twitching cunt. Pulling the fabric tighter, another wave already building before I could even process the first.

“We’re going to have a fantastic night, love," Zuko cooed. Baring his fangs, his eyes searching for a new spot to feast upon, "I hope you don’t mind if I stay the night.”

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

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mtfstuff · 3 years

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Becoming Officer Bradley part 1

I was sitting alone in the room I'd rented for my special project. Some days ago I got pulled over and should have gotten a speeding ticket. Of course I did this intentionally. I looked out for the cop who was on oatrol that day and drove with 18mph over limit past him. He pulled me over and wanted to give me a speeding ticket. I excused myself that my child was sick and that I had to drive home fast. I gave him a card that he could get some free massages if he would let me go with a warning. Of course He didnt know that this was all a bait. He agreed.

Now waiting in this room I hoped that this hunk would enter. And he finally came.

It already got dark outside but I saw how his police car drove onto the driveway. As he entered with big steps I remembered why I chose him. Standing about 6"4, he was intimidating with his muscular physique, big biceps, broad shoulders, big hands, muscular calves,...

He had this cheeky but nice grin no one could resist. As he entered he looked around.

"Looks like you have nothing to do.", he said. His deep baritone voice made me shiver.

"My last customer left an hour ago.", I lied.

He pulled the card out of one of his vest pockets.

"I want to redeem this.", he said.

He holds it into the air. I acted as if I didnt recognise it from the start.

"Oh yeah, of course.", I answered. I gestured towards a massage bench. "Which ones do you want?" I handed him a card with multiple kind of massages. He sat down on the bench and reads the card. He chuckled at one point, looked at me and then read further. I bet he read my feet massage.

He handed the card back and looked at me, again with his cheeky smile.

"You know, after such a long day of work, my feet are really tired. And after that I'll take a back massage.", he said quiet cocky.

"Good choices. Do you want anything else? Maybe something to drink?", I said.

He laid down onto the bench, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'll take a glass of water."

I went into a back room and mixed a sleeping pill into a glass of water and brought it to him. It would make the future process easier. He took and glass and a big sip out of it.

"Do you want me to straighten up the bench?", I asked. I hoped for a yes so he would see how I'd work on his feet until he was completely servant.

"Yeah, that'd be great.", he answered.

I pulled up the head part of the bench and sat down at his feet. They looked incredibly massive in those black combat boots. I could no other than letting out a gasp because of it. He chuckled.

"I know I have big feet.", he said. From this position he looked really nice. What a shame.

I took his left foot in my hand and searched for a zipper but it didnt have one so I untied his laces. It took some time as it was tied really tightly. As I finally managed to pull his first combat boot off by having one hand at the heel and one at the tip, his formerly tucked in pants fell onto his ankle. I wanted so bad to raise his boot to my noise but it had to wait as he was watching. I put it to the ground and as I turned to his ither boot I could finally smell his sweaty feet. It was a real turn on and I was happy that he couldnt see how my dick raised against my pants. I untied his second boot. This time I had to wiggle it a bit more to get it off. He finished his glass water and relaxed.

"Do you want me to keep your socks on?", I asked. I just wanted to see his bare feet.

"Ehh... keep 'em on.", he said. His face looked kind of confused.

"Alright. I always ask customers what they prefer.", I said. He nodded and leaned back again. I started to massage his left foot. I made sure to hit the spots to make him completely servant. He started to moan silently and closed his eyes. It looked like he enjoyed it. I finished his left foot and took on his right one. He must've liked it so much that he started to touch his dick beneath his good looking pants. Good, he's loaded there too. It showed that my technique started to work. As I finished I took both of his combat boots in my hands. Without opening his eyes he said:"If you're finished, you can put my boots back on."

"Well, there is this thing I always wanted to do.", I said.

He leaned forwards and opened his eyes. He looked incredibly tired. Another proof that it's working.

"What exactly do you want?", he asked not so nice anymore.

"It feels so wrong to bribe a cop.", I said holding a $50 bill. I made a pause. "I'd love to smell your boots and socks."

"Oh, you're one of those. I've heard of you guys. People who live to smell people's dirty feet.", he gestures to hand him the bill. I do so. "Go ahead. Knock yourself put.", he said, putting the bill away.

I raised his boot to my nose and took a deep breath. His smell overwhelmed me. Such a manly smell. I could imagine just by this smell what he did the whole day with his imposing, good looking body in this sexy uniform. I licked the inside of his boot and he didnt notice it. Next, I rolled up one of leg of his pants till I reached his knee. He wiggled his toes on the yellow tip of his sock. I ran my fingers down his leg until I reached the start of his black otc socks. I pulled it over his muscular calve to his feet and then off of it. I took a deep breath as he said:"Now put 'em back on."

"Well...", I pulled out another bill.

"Yeah?", he didnt seem to be turned off by me.

"Can I lick your sole?"

"Hmm... I'll do it for twice of that.", he pointed to the bill. I took out another and handed them over.

I let my tongue slide over his bare foot, from heel to his toes. I started to suck on each toe as his body started to twitch slightly. That was it. It was done.

I stood up, the young cop's eyes followed.

"Who are you?", I asked with my firmest voice.

"Police off... I-I'm your boy. Aiden Bradley.", the cop stammered.

"Good boy."

I pulled off my shoes and put his combat boots on. They were way too big for me but it still felt great and got my blood pumping through my dick. I tucked my cargo pants in and tied the laces. I walked around the bench so I could stand behind him. I took his police badge and waved it in front of his face. "Looks like you wont need them anymore."

I started to take off his heavy vest by opening the velcro and the zipper beneath it. I pulled both of his muscular arms out of the vest and put it next to me on the ground.

I opened his heavy equipment belt and put it to the ground. I unzipped his pants to pull his shirt out of it. I started to unbutton it slowly, feeling his chest muscles beneath the tight fitting shirt. I pushed him forwards to pull it off of him. I grabbed him by his breast muscles and pulled himself back towards me. I walked around the bench again.

I started to peel off his other sock. Next I grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him towards me, his calves now hanging in the air. I grabbed his uniform pants und pulled them off of him. I pushed the crotch area against my face and took a deep breath. The sweet smell of cum and sweat filled my nose. I dropped them to admire that beefcake in front of me. Aiden Was just sitting there wearing nothing but a small jockstrap, smiling at me.

"Who's the boss now?", I asked with a devilish grin.

"You are.", he answered.

"Stand up boy."

He got off of the bench and stood in front of me. He was towering over me by at least 8 inches. Even though I was wearing his boots and he didnt. I ran my fingers over his sweaty abs until I reached his jockstrap. With a quick pull it was laying on his feet. He stepped out of it.

"Now be close to me and strip me off my clothes.", I ordered and he followed.

He turned me around and pressed his hips and dick against my back. I felt how it pulsated and pre-cum dripped against my shirt. He carefully unbuttoned it with his massive hands. Standing there I could smell his manly sweat.I turned my head to smell his armpits. He pulled my shirt off and opened my belt pants. He turned me around again. His dick now touched my flat and pale belly and mine grazes his inner thigh. Only now being so close to him, I realised how tan he was. It definitely complemented his abs.

He bowed down to lift at first my left and then my right feet to untie and pull off his old boots and my socks. After that he pulled off my pants. He looked surprised that I didnt wear something beneath as my dick popped out of it right in front of his head.

While I bet that his beautiful lips would give an amazing blowjob I pulled him up on his feet and pushed him onto the bench again.

"Spread your legs boy!", I ordered. He lifted his massive legs to reveal his hole. I couldnt believe I was losing my viriginity to this beefcake.

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love fast, die young ☪

♡ jean x fem!reader

❥ you know that at any moment your life could be cut short as a scout, and the last thing you want is to die a virgin, so why not ask your best friend that you’re in love with for some help?

❥ wc: 5.8k

❥ cw: near death experience (reader), virgin!reader and virigin!jean, cannonverse but no plot, loss of virginity, slight size kink, cream pie, aftercare, fluff

❥ note: i was invested in the story of this one lol, it's a lot more romantic than i initially intended. they’re aged up, but the cannonverse details don’t make sense for the plot, so let’s pretend it does yay.

Arriving back from expeditions was always an exhausting feat within itself, sometimes more so than the actual expedition.

Commanding officers had to count their losses, healers had to tend to the wounded, and everyone who was good enough to stand had to report their kills and assists. Of course that was the immediate tasks that needed to take place, but then came the grief. Friends looked for one another, many people cried, and names could be heard shouted all around as everyone arrived at headquarters.

You weren't that different, but you were silent as you scanned the crowd looking for your tall best friend. You knew he was with the best of the best in Levi's squad, so you weren't too worried. However, you also knew the previous best had been wiped out before the new group came.

Anything could happen which made you all the more anxious.

You and Jean were not on the same squad. You first were offered a position on the Levi squad with the rest of your friends, but then Hange handed picked you to help them with their experiments, claiming they needed your mind to work with them. Hange is very likeable and now one of your closest friends, and at the time it seemed impossible to say no to them.

Hange's and Levi's squad tended to work together a lot and definitely trained together, so you didn't miss your friends too much. It was only when expeditions approached and new formations were made, when you had to be separated from the rest of your 104th pals.

You never complained about the separation. It wouldn't last forever, maybe a couple days at most, and then you return to laughing and working with the rest of your friends. You had no complaints until this particular expedition.

You had a close call.

In fact, so close, you might as well have kissed Death on the lips while you were so close to the afterlife.

The mission was going according to plan. It was a simple scouting mission in the mountains that were, for the most part, titan free. Your squad was on the left flank of the formation, near the edge of the mountains. The cliff sides surrounding you guys held a beautiful, yet slightly scary view. The drop had to be at least 300 feet.

You should've known something bad was going to happen as soon as Hange called out, "Hey, Y/N, check it out!" But you weren't thinking that hard, for the day had been so peaceful.

The path you all had taken was so close to the cliffs that the squad was riding single file for safety. There was enough room to pass one another, but you had to do so very carefully.

You rode ahead, passing Moblit. You sent him a questioning look as went by, but he only shrugged, not knowing what Hange was raving over. When you slid off your horse and next to Hange you saw what they did.

A very large cave.

"Should we go inside?" Hange looked at you, clearly excited, but it was an awful idea.

"No!" You tried to sound stern, knowing how they needed a firm rejection or they'd always get what they wanted, "Do you see the size of the thing? This looks like a comfy home for a 10 meter titan, maybe even 15 meter class if they hunched over."

"Do you think they'd crawl around in there?!" Their eyes widened and the familiar look that you've seen so many times on their face appeared. It was their usual expression they had when you conducted experiments with them. You swore to yourself how you fed their curiosity on accident.

"What's going on?" Moblit now arrived, wondering what the hold up was about.

"They want to go inside that death trap," You pointed at the ominous cavern in front of you all.

"You cannot be serious!" Moblit exclaimed in surprise, the volume echoing down the stone and dirt walls. Moblit continued his rant, stating the obvious, but you tuned their debate out. You just stared into what looked like an abyss.

There was no movement, no noise, not even the breeze seemed to reach here.

But for some reason you had a gut feeling. A gut feeling that saved all of your lives.

"Move!" You shoved Hange into Moblit which effectively knocked them both to the side of the cave and used your ODM gear to swing yourself to the opposite side.

The large hand reached out as you tried to get out of the way, but because you helped the others you weren't quick enough.

Luckily, the titan's grasp only managed to get tangled in your ODM wire and couldn’t quite reach your actual body.

Unluckily, the titan was managing to drag you like a ragdoll and if you didn't do anything quickly you would be engulfed in the darkness where it was hidden, and then probably engulfed in it’s stomach.

You had to think quick on your feet and so you drew your blades and slashed the wire on your gear all together. You could've attempted to slash at it's hands, but that was no guarantee. The wire was sliced with a clean snip.

Now you were free, you stumbled back at the loss of momentum. You took one two many steps back, and that last step didn't hit the gravely earth that the others had.

Your foot didn't hit anything at all.

You were about to fall off a cliff.

Ironic to escape death one way only to quite literally fall into its clutches another way.

But, you didn't fall.

Your eyes were squeezed shut in absolute terror, and when you opened them at the lack of free fall, you saw Hange.

They had managed to save you by the front of your shirt, yanking you back on solid ground. Moblit had been keeping the titan at bay, and continued to do so as you and everyone else turned their horses carefully around.

Thanks were shared by yourself, Hange, and Moblit at the different lucky saves. They praised your quick thinking and response. None of you actually saw the titan coming. You just knew. You seemed to recognize the familiar feeling of dread from the presence of a titan that wanted to eat you. Even if you couldn’t see it.

Hange continuously apologized on the way back, but it wasn’t really their fault. It’s not like you actually entered the cave like they wanted. And it was probably a good thing you guys stopped when you did. If the group rode past the cave something worse might have happened.

After that close call you wanted nothing more to find your best friend and have his familiar comfort.

"Y/N? Whatcha still doing out here?" You spun around quickly and saw Connie.

“Oh, hey! I’m just looking for Jean, have you seen him?” You didn’t want to panic, but it was weird to see Connie without Jean.

“Yeah! Mikasa killed this titan that had snuck up right above us and it’s blood got all over Jean it was so funny he screamed like a girl. But yeah, he went to the showers immediately,” Connie explained laughing at the memory. You laughed along and wished you could see it yourself.

“That’s funny, I should probably shower too, this mission felt particularly long,” You grumbled more to yourself than Connie, but he picked up on your off tone.

“Did something happen?” He asked genuinely concerned. You might’ve been closest to Jean, but Connie and Sasha were also very close to you. The four you always had the most fun together, and got in the most trouble.

“Kind of, a titan snuck up on us too, but we were near the cliffs so there wasn’t all lot of room to work with. I almost fell, but on the bright side I overcame my fear of heights,” You laughed, but it was more anxious than joyful.

“Oh shit, that’s awful!” Connie’s eyes widened in horror, “I'll tell Jean to come find you when I see him.”

“What why?”

“You were looking for him right? He’d definitely want to know that you’re okay after that. He worries a lot, you know? It’s always: I hope Y/N okay, where’s Hange’s squad again, I wish Y/N was here, Y/N would love this view. Someone has to tell him to shut up at least once every expedition.” Connie actually did an okay Jean impression as he ranted to you, but you didn’t comment on it.

You were too surprised. You didn’t know Jean worried about you. He never once came to you with any fears about expeditions. He always asked you what happened, but that’s just a normal conversation. It wasn’t too strange for someone’s best friend to think about them when apart. What was strange was the happy feeling you got knowing that Jean couldn’t shut up about you. A weird fluttery feeling danced in your stomach and you felt almost giddy.

Connie noticed your lack of response and noticeably paled.

“Fuck, wait, I didn’t tell you that! Jean’s gonna kill me, Y/N please don’t tell him I told you!” He grabbed onto you, begging. He shook you enough that it got you out of your confusing thoughts.

“Um, okay? I don't see what the big deal is. I think about Jean on expeditions too, that’s not weird right?” You smiled reassuringly and Connie’s whole body sagged in relief.

“Not at all! Have a nice shower!” Connie ran away, actually ran, trying to separate himself from that conversation. He thanked the Walls that you couldn’t read between the lines.

After that odd conversation you got a change of clothes and towel, and then headed towards the showers. You passed Sasha and Mikasa on the way in and they both gave you pleasant greetings, all parties glad to see each other alive and well.

You tried not to overthink, but the hot shower gave you all the time to do so.

Your thoughts jumped from almost dying, to Jean, to these overwhelming feelings you seemed to harbor.

You knew you loved Jean. You both even told each other sometimes. Your mind never wandered further than viewing Jean as your best friend only because you didn’t think that’s what he’d want.

When you first met Jean you had a small crush on him, admiring him from afar until Marco introduced the two of you. Once you grew closer and noticed his infatuation with Mikasa your feelings sizzled out in a bitter simmer. Your bitterness didn’t last long though, you were happy you had someone to rely on no matter what. After Marco passed, Jean was your crutch and vise versa. Romance would only make things confusing and besides you didn’t have any experience in the matter.

But now as you think more and more about him you wondered if those feelings ever went away. You thought about his laugh and stupid tone he gets when he tries to act cocky. You thought about his eyes and how pretty they look in the sunlight. You thought about his ability to read your mind without you having to tell him something’s wrong. He was your person.

You came to the conclusion that there definitely was something more than platonic there, but there was no certainty he felt the same. He would’ve said something by now. When he liked Mikasa he was so obvious, openly talking about her to everyone. You would’ve known something by now if it were the case, right? You knew he didn’t like Mikasa now, he told you explicitly for some reason, stating you needed to know. He also didn’t talk about liking anybody new.

Sighing in frustration, you turned off the shower, now squeaky clean. What was supposed to be a relaxing shower just stressed you out because of your stupid brain’s overthinking.

And it didn’t stop. As you dropped your messy uniform in the laundry, it reminded you of the day.

Today proved that any moment could be your last. Being in the scouts has always been dangerous, and you knew you were a disposable soldier. You didn’t mind it much, but now you realized how little you had experienced. You had never been drunk, your only kiss was with Marco in a game of truth or dare, and you were a virgin.

You didn’t want to die a virgin.

You thought of Jean. You wanted to be with him at least once before you died. You didn’t want to die without knowing how it felt to have everything with Jean. Your love for him definitely wasn’t platonic. You didn’t want to die without him knowing.

Your mind made up, you walked the halls with a little more determination than usual. You wandered around for only a couple minutes before running into Eren.

“Horseface is looking for you,” He pointed around the corner. You gave a quick thanks before quickly going in that direction only to collide with the person you were searching for.

“Y/N!” Jean surprised you by pulling you in a tight hug. As he pulled away he took note of the blush that was now on your cheeks, but didn’t comment. He also didn’t let you go completely, leaving his hands on your shoulders. Unable to help himself.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” You smiled genuinely, only slightly nervous now. Even with the giddiness he gave you, he still managed to calm you down.

“Me too, Connie said something happened with your squad, so I asked Hange about it and they told me everything,” His eyebrows were pulled into a worried furrow, “I wish you were in our squad.”

“Me too, but I like being with Hange too,” You stated honestly, “But it’s alright, everything worked out in the end.”

“Yeah, but you almost fell off a cliff! Y/N if I lost you I’d…” He cleared his throat before shaking himself out of his thoughts, “I’m just glad you’re okay. You said you were looking for me, what for?”

“Oh! Um…” You looked around and saw Eren eavesdropping blatantly with a knowing look, causing you to quickly turn back around, “Can I talk to you in my room about something?” You shift your weight from side to side, visibly jittery.

“Sure?” Jean was confused and noted you looked more flustered than before, but he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong like he usually could.

You walked side by side, passing Eren along the way who gave you both a smug wave. When Jean wasn’t looking you turned around and gave him the finger. The walk was silent and your hands brushed each other softly.

Once you were behind closed doors you felt yourself relax a little more. It was just Jean, you hyped yourself up. Even if he did reject you the worst thing that could happen is him make a stupid joke out of everything, but you doubt he would. You knew he at least respected you.

“So, what’s so serious that you needed to be away from nosy Yeager?” So he did see that ass listening, you thought.

“Well… You know about my close call today… It got me thinking,” You started safely.

“You can think? Like, there’s a brain in there?” Jean acted surprised and grabbed your head teasingly.

“Shut up,” You laughed and slapped his hands away before adding, “It’s serious.”

“Okay,” He took a seat on your bed comfortably, an action that was not unusual, you hung out in each other’s room all the time. He gave you his full attention, no longer joking around.

“I thought about how at any moment we can die, that sounds morbid, but it’s true. And then I thought about all the stuff I haven’t done and all the things I haven’t said,” You explained further, still not getting to the point.

“So, you want to make a bucket list?” Jean tilted his head, trying to follow, “That’d be fun.”

“No,” You rolled your eyes lovingly, “I, more specifically, thought about all the stuff we haven’t done together.”

“Oh, you want to make a bucket list together!” Jean perked up.

“Jean stop trying to guess and let me explain,” You laughed and he complied, pretending to zip his lips shut.

“Jean,” You approached the man, invading his personal space, “I don’t want to die a virgin, do you?”

“No…” Jean blushed at the sudden topic change, wondering why on earth you were bringing that up right now.

“And… I love you, and I know you'd treat me right,” You cupped his cheeks in your hands. You were standing in between his legs now, him leaning back on his hands looking up at you. He was tall, so he didn’t have to tilt his neck that much.

“I love you too, what are you going on about?” His face was drawn in clear confusion, a cute expression, if he wasn’t being so frustrating.

“No, Jean,” You leaned impossibly close, your face right in front of his, “I’m in love with you.”

Then you boldly straddled him before you planted your lips on him.

You were shy, unsure if he would reciprocate the kiss, and it seemed like he wasn’t. You panicked instantly. Your heart was pounding and you pulled away. You were terrified you screwed everything up. You looked at him and he seemed to be frozen.

“Jean?” You worriedly looked at your catatonic friend whose eyes were wide in shock, “I made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry! Please don’t hate me!” You began to try to climb off him, but his hands shot to your hips, holding you in place.

“Y/N, you’re in love with me?” He still seemed to be stunned, or maybe he didn’t believe you, but he held your gaze with serious eyes.

“Yes,” You made sure to keep eye contact despite the heat that rose to your cheeks, to make sure he knew you were dead serious.

“Good,” One of his hands left your hips to your cheek. He guided your mouth back to his.

He was kissing you. He was actually kissing you. It was slow and sweet at first. He stroked your cheek lovingly and your lips slowly moved in sync. It was when you repositioned yourself on his lap, accidently grinding into him, when the kisses started to become more feverish. He groaned into your mouth and the hand left your face and found it’s new home on your ass. He squeezed it harshly, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to introduce his tongue to yours. He surprised you when he sucked on your tongue, making a small whimper escape you.

Jean pulled away, taking in your flustered state with blown pupils of his own. Both of your lips were swollen and you both needed to catch your breath.

“I love you too, you know?” Jean pushed some of your hair out of your face with a soft smile, “I figured you didn’t feel the same and wanted to just be friends, so I didn’t say anything.”

“I thought the same, or that you might still like Mikasa,” You admitted shyly, looking down where your bodies met.

“Hey,” He tilted your chin so you held eye contact again, “That was a stupid crush when I was kid, and I told you that ended a long time ago, didn't I? I’m in love with you.”

“We were so stupid keeping it to ourselves,” You laughed and Jean openly admired you in what looked like awe. His gaze made you feel bashful, almost wanting to hide your face with your hands.

“We were, I could have been kissing you so much sooner,” Jean mumbled, already leaning back to you. This time when your lips met your tongues danced together immediately. You knew Jean also didn't have much experience, but with the way he kissed it seemed like he did.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jean pulled away only for a moment to ask before returning right back to your lips.

You pulled away, trying to decipher what he was referring to. "Wha–" Your breath hitched when you felt Jean kiss your pulse on your neck. He began sucking on a particular spot that made you moan, surprising both of you.

"You're so beautiful," He commented then explained, "Did you mean what you said about that virgin stuff?" He seemed shy all of sudden, his hands were sliding from your hips to your thighs, almost like he was trying to soothe himself.

"I meant every word," You said honestly, "I want to experience all of you."

"God," Jean seemed to like that statement, "I don't know what I'm doing, so just know I'm learning as I go. Just tell me what you like and don't like."

"Of course," You gave him a reassuring smile, "I'm not worried, I trust you."

"Good," He said again before spinning you around and lightly throwing you on your bed. He hovered over you, not putting much, if any weight on you. He resumed the make out session, but this time letting his hands wander.

He first tugged at your shirt, which you helped him quickly pull over your head. You hadn't worn a bra, assuming your plans for this evening were eating then just passing out.

Jean seemed to drink your body in, just staring in lust and awe.

"You can touch me," You tried to sound reassuring, but it sounded more like a beg.

Jean took your breasts in his large hands and just felt you. You almost laughed at how mesmerized he looked, but that was when he latched his mouth on your nipple. That action seemed to send a current of electricity straight to the heat in between your legs. You arched your back and let out a surprised moan which made Jean quickly pull away.

"Did I hurt you?" He looked scared.

"No, it feels good," You murmured as you unconsciously rolled your hips wanting friction.

"Oh, that's good," He shot you a grin before throwing his own shirt to the side. He went back to kissing your chest, this time his hand tweaked the nipple he wasn't sucking on, causing even more pleasure. You bit your lip only letting out whimpers, a little embarrassed of moaning so loudly again.

"J-Jean," You stuttered out, gripping his broad shoulders.

"Hmm?" He hummed, he had been having fun leaving purple marks across your tits.

"I-I need…" You didn't finish.

"What do you need, princess?" He asked genuinely, but his deep tone sent shivers down your spine.

"More, I don't know," You admitted.

"Okay, don't worry," He gave you a peck, "I'll take care of you."

He began taking off your pants, helping you get them off your ankles. He stood to take off his own pants as you admired him. His body was so toned from the life of being a soldier. As you took him all in your eyes landed on the bulge that was very prominent in his briefs and for the first time you felt nerves about having sex with him.

"Jean, how the hell is that supposed to fit in me?" You didn't even see it out of it's cage, you couldn't imagine that monster in action.

"It has to fit right? People have sex all the time," Jean looked down at his own dick before looking at your panties with a frown, "I'll make sure to stretch you out with my fingers to help."

"What do you mean?" You blushed as Jean returned his body on top of you, giving you warmth again. This time putting a little more weight than last time. You could feel his restrained cock against you this time.

"You know, fingering, you've done it to yourself before right?" Jean asked curiously.

"I've tried, but I couldn't reach any particular spots that made me feel good, so I mostly just got off with my clit," You explained, a little embarrassed.

"Well, I have long fingers," Jean began to slip off your last item of clothing. You gulped nervously, you now were exposed completely to him.

"So pretty, and you're wet," He groaned and looked back up to you, "Open your mouth."

You almost asked why, but you didn't want to kill the mood, so you complied. Jean slid two fingers into your mouth and you got the message. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and hollowed your cheeks, sucking on them.

"Fuck," He sighed out and you felt him twitch against you.

He pulled his fingers out and moved them back between your legs. He first slowly thrusted one finger inside you, to get you used to the unfamiliar feeling. The stretch wasn't too painful, and he was definitely right. His fingers were longer.

He moved the one finger in and out of you slowly at first, picking up the pace as he continued. When he felt you relax completely he added a second finger. This time the stretch was a little more, making you tense.

"You're so tight," Jean was watching your pussy in wonder and slid his body down, so his face was near it.

"What are you– Oh my God," Jean's lips sucked on your clit softly, then continuously kitten licked it, all while maintaining his finger thrusts.

"You taste good," Jean said it so casually, you'd think he was talking about the weather. He removed his fingers for a moment to get a better taste. He kissed you directly on your cunt before penetrating you with his tongue. He moaned against you, sending vibrations into you. You tried to unconsciously escape the pleasure, your thighs attempting to close, but Jean's large hands held you down.

He returned his fingers inside you and this time adding a third. It stung more than before, but Jean's mouth on your clit made you forget all about the uncomfortableness. He began curling his fingers inside you reaching a spot that instantly had a knot forming in your stomach. Your hands shot around you, one gripping the sheets and the other in Jean's hair.

He latched onto clit again and you gave up on trying to quiet your moans, embarrassment be damned, it felt too good.

"Jean," You moaned his name, which only made him moan back in return, "I-I'm going to…" You whined a little, not quite there yet, but right on the edge.

"You're going to cum?" Jean asked, not even completely pulled away from your clit to do so, "Go ahead and cum on my fingers, baby." He quickened his strokes and returned to your clit. It was just enough to send you over.

You grinded into his hand and cried out. Jean moaned too as if he was being pleasured just at the sight of you or maybe it was because of the sensation of your tight pussy clamping around his fingers. He couldn't help himself and licked up some of your release, making you jump.

He moved back up to you with a content smile, "Did that feel good?"

"Yeah," You smiled back through half lidded eyes, still buzzing from the pleasure.

He gave you a deep kiss and you could taste yourself on him. Tasting your own saccharine flavor was strangely erotic.

Jean pulled away, "Is it alright if I take my cock out?" He asked beforehand just in case you changed your mind.

"Yeah, of course, I want to see the monster that's going to destroy me," You joked and earned yourself a cocky smirk.

Jean took off the only clothing that was separating the two of you. You glanced down and saw his size more visibly now. You were right to be intimidated before, he was huge. Jean seemed to take note of your apprehensive expression so he returned to giving you some kisses in order to soothe you.

“We’ll take it slow and if it’s too much just tell me,” Jean assured you which helped calm you down.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Your eyes met as he began to rub the head up and down between your folds, collecting its wetness. He rubbed it over your clit and back down, making you feel particularly tingly. When he started pushing the head inside you had to remind yourself to not tense up, but it was hard. He was stretching a lot more than his fingers did. His cock added an unfamiliar pressure inside you that his fingers didn’t.

“God, that’s just the head and you're already squeezing me,” Jean threw his head back trying to regain composure. It was also his first time and he did not want to embarrass himself by finishing quickly. Also the gentlemen inside him wanted to feel you cum around him first.

He slowly continued to push further in as you grabbed his arms to brace yourself. When he finally bottomed out you swore you could see the bulge on your tummy. He kept still and waited for you to give him the go ahead even though he had the incredible urge to just thrust forward.

“You alright?” Jean's voice was more strained than usual.

“Yeah, why the fuck you gotta be so big, Jean,” Which only made Jean smile and give an apology kiss. You took a few more moments getting used to the stretch when the pleasure overtook the pain. You felt the veins on his cock inside you. You felt so full, but so good. You grinded into him trying to feel more and Jean noticed.

“I’m going to start moving now,” Jean warned and began pulling back before snapping his hips forward. You both cried out how he filled you up, your walls fluttering around him.

The pace was unrushed and steady to begin with. He withdrew his cock only to plunge it back into you, hitting you deep, in a repetitive matter. You felt the pleasure everywhere, all the way in your toes.

You started meeting his thrusts, moving your hips in order to do so. Jean hitched your leg higher which only made you feel him deeper, hitting a sweet spot that caused you to gasp.

“You can go faster,” You said breathlessly, “Please, Jean, it feels so good.”

“Fuck,” Jean moaned back, his slow deep thrusts turned into a quick pounding. He continuously hit that new spot every time. Your whimpers turned into uncontrollable moans. Not wanting to make too much noise you buried yourself into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting his skin.

You briefly looked down where your bodies met and saw him pumping out of you, your slick covering his cock and your thighs. The sight made your eyes roll back into your head.

“Please,” You moaned into Jean who brought his hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Please, what? What do you want, princess?” He grunted a bit after, not once did he lose his pace.

“I want… Ah… Please, I don’t know,” You felt like you could cry, you were right on the edge. You didn’t know what you needed, but you felt too good to try to figure it out. You figured he was close too by the way he was twitching inside your pussy and his thrusts became a little more desperate.

“Open,” Jean brought his fingers back to your mouth, groaning at the sensation. He kept them there for a few more moments than necessary, just enjoying the way you looked with your pretty lips wrapped around him.

Then he brought them between your legs and began rubbing your clit at the same pace he was thrusting into you.

“J-Jean, I’m gonna cum,” You grabbed his wrist, almost overwhelmed by the feeling.

You cried out his name as your pussy milked him, triggering his own release. He groaned your name as he came. You felt the warmth of him spill deep inside you and it made your pussy tremble all the more. He gave a few final thrusts before slumping on top of you.

“Look at me while you cum, princess, come on, cum on my cock,” He encouraged you. You held eye contact for as long as you could, but when that coil in your tummy snapped you had to squeeze your eyes shut in absolute bliss.

“We definitely should’ve done that sooner,” He mumbled into your hair, making you giggle.

“Definitely,” You echoed back.

He slid out of you after that, making both of your bodies shudder at the loss of connection. You pussy still trying to pulse around something.

“I just showered,” You commented with a frown, looking at the mess between your legs.

“I’ll go get a towel?” Jean offered, and you gave him a nod. He redressed quickly, kissed you deeply, then stated he would be back soon.

You threw your shirt back on while you waited. You felt so sleepy after that. Even though you wanted to feel clean, you wished you cuddled with Jean some more, already missing him.

After a couple more minutes the silence was broken.

“I knew it!” You heard Eren’s familiar voice shout from outside your door and you sat up confused.

“Shut the fuck up before I hit you!” You heard Jean’s voice shout back and then a few more quieter exchanges that you couldn’t make out from the two men. Then your door opened fast, Jean slipping quickly inside, locking it behind him. In one hand he had a warm towel and in the other he had a new set of sheets.

“What happened?” You pointed at the door and Jean scowled.

“Apparently those assholes bet on when we’d finally hook up,” Jean explained before cleaning you up. You blushed as he took care of you. Despite what just took place you still felt embarrassed. Jean noticed and just pecked your cheeks.

“That’s kind of funny, we should’ve placed our own bets,” You hummed and stood shakily, grabbing a new pair of underwear as Jean changed your sheets for you.

“I can’t believe Eren won,” Jean frowned, but when your arms wrapped around him from behind he couldn’t help but smile.

“Will you stay with me? I kind of want to nap,” You mumbled into his back.

“Of course,” You both returned to your bed this time with more innocent intentions.

Jean laid on his back and you threw your arm around his chest and your leg over his, snuggling up into his side.

“I don’t want to die,” You murmured sleepily.

“You won’t,” Jean stated firmly.

“How do you know?” You looked up at him.

“Because we both have something to live for,” He met your gaze softly, before kissing your head again.

You told each other you loved another once again before you both fell asleep. It was a sleep where neither of you had the common nightmare about your untimely deaths.

Instead it was a sleep where you both dreamt of the future you now could have with one another.

#this was so much more fluff than i wanted lol #aot smut #aot #aot jean #jean x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein smut #attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #hange zoe #aot eren #eren aot #connie springer #arlert angel

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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ask meme 39 fitting for your blog 😹😹

related to this

Thank you for being curious enough about me to send in an ask sweets <3

39. What taboo do you think should be discussed more, if any? Alternatively, do you think a topic that isn't taboo should be?

I'm assuming you're thinking this is on theme for my blog because sex, kink, desire and all those types of things can be taboo-?

Which, is really true! I'll go off of that, since that's where my mind instantly went:

I wish sex wasn't as taboo for sure. Same with BDSM and generally non-vanilla sensual/sexual things. The taboo nature of sex makes it so education is lacking as is the conversations at large around sex. There is so little out there (especially in the US) that is no heavily censored or policed. And personally, I find that if you are being as safe as you can (because, admittedly, sex is never fully safe, there is always a risk of something whether it's disease, pregnancy, injury, or even hurt feelings) with testing, condoms, dental dams, gloves, meds (if you're someone who benefits from things like PrEP), etc., everyone involved consenting enthusiastically, limits set (if needed), safewords other than NO (if needed), and there's no, like, permentanent injuries being caused... well, then what's wrong with sex? What's wrong with masturbation? This just in- sex feels good! And humans are pleasure seeking creatures, so why wouldn't we seek out sex?!

Why is it taboo to seek out sex still?? (I mean- I know why but you know what I'm getting at lol.) But also, it shouldn't be taboo to not seek out sex or partners or sensual experiences, ace and aro identities are equally valid.

45. Do you put any value in the idea of "virginity"? Do you think there's a specific sexual act that makes someone no longer a virgin or is it more general sexual contact? Was/is losing your virginity a big deal to you?

Do I put any value in the idea of virginity-?

NOPE.

I totally get that someone can be attracted to the innocence and cluelessness of a "virgin", wanting to be that person's first in a form of possessiveness, wanting to be the best they've ever had along with the only they've ever had, or wanting to be their teacher, or whatever, but... the idea that society has that a woman is only "good", "proper", or "pure" if she's never had a man shove his dick in her to break her hymen (that's probably already been broken or has deteriorated over time by the time she comes "of age"... broken by anything from a tampon to falling wrong on a bike if its not, just, thinned naturally to let blood or discharge out)before her husband does?

Absolute shit.

The best take on virginity I ever heard (I cannot remember where it is originally from but, I'll butcher it right now no problem lol) was that you do not "lose your virginity" but rather you gain an experience.

Additionally, that's not to say having sex or even masturbating is an experience you need to have. Everyone does their own thing through life. Everyone experiences different things, they will travel to different places, they might not travel, they might eat this food but not that food or vice versa. Whatever. It's all valid. Virgin or not a virgin... whatever being a "virgin" is, it doesn't matter.

The only time someones "virginity" would matter to me is if it is in the context that me and another person are literally about to do X activity that is seen as sexual by both of us. If the other person has never done X activity, I would want them to tell me so we can go a little slower or be more careful, feel it out more than just rushing through (unless that's what they want, but even then I want the communicatuon) That's the only time I care. "Viriginity" has no meaning to me otherwise.

"Viriginity" has no meaning to me especially because... virginity? What are you a virgin to? A virigin of? Idk the tense lol Penetration? Fingering in whatever hole, front or back? Giving oral? Receiving oral? Heavy-petting? This kink specifically? Sex isn't simply penetration to me; it's about the intimacy and the limits and definition of the specific people involved. There is not a black and white separation of what is not sex and what is, it comes in shades instead. So... when does someone become not a virgin vs when they still would be a virgin despite having had some level of sensual/sexual experience? I have no idea. And, again, I don't particularly care.

Thank you for asking!

#asks #not fandom #personal #thoughts #ask game

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your craigslist au idea thing BUT lup put the ad out bc a weird necromancy spell needed a virgin blood sacrifice and after like the third date lup realized she worded the ad wrong and the 'virgin' part did not come across as the 'virigin in terms of blood sacrifice spell' as she intended it to

i like the idea that lup fully intended to sacrifice barry as a part of some sort of dark ritual and yet still managed to go on three dates with him and then be like wait this isn’t a ritual at all this is a date

#yay questions #craigslist ad au #not gonna lie #when i'm not half asleep #i might Do Something #with the original au #because i am delighted and compelled still #Anonymous

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onesmallspark · 4 years

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Quarantine Dream

Wrote this out of pure boredom and my own quarantine horniness.

2.6k words of fluff and porn. That’s all it is.

Apologies for any typos. LMK if you want to see more interludes from Leah & Steve’s quarantine.

A pandemic-level virus was not something Steve Rogers needed to worry about. The serum removed that threat years ago. However, for Leah, things were not quite the same.

She loved her little D.C. walkup and though she and Steve had only been dating for a little over nine months, they decided to take the plunge and quarantine together. Steve vowed to refrain from work he couldn’t do from her brownstone to cut down on the likelihood of bringing anything home.

Steve was old-fashioned, obviously. But he helped with cooking, cleaning, and maintained some of the things around her home that needed help like a kitchen cabinet not sitting quite right in its hinge.

However, he still turned a little pink when he’d help fold laundry and pull out an especially risqué pair of panties from the hamper. Leah loved it. She, on the other hand, took great pleasure in folding Steve’s underwear, no matter how flustered he’d get seeing the hold a pair of his boxer briefs.

They both spent most of their weekdays working in separate rooms of the house. They outfitted an alcove of Leah’s bedroom to fit Steve’s desk and computers, while she took over the spare bedroom to continue teaching her second-grade class.

Steve relished in the act of bringing up a sandwich to her office for lunch only to hear the group of 18 seven-year-olds dissolve into chatter and giggles.

“Hi, Mr. Steve!” They’d chorus, sometimes tipping off Leah to his location before she noticed him.

“Hi kids!” He’d smile back, showing off those perfectly aligned and whitened teeth. He’d set down the little plate with a turkey and ham sandwich and just the right amount of Doritos chips before announcing - “I think it’s close to lunch time!”

Leah humored him because the kids loved it and she often times needed the reminder.

“Okay everyone, after lunch, we’ll get back together and go over our multiplication tables.” She said sweetly before signing off.

The days went by quickly, and though Leah loved the extra time with her beau, she started noticing the real differences between them and their preferences. Steve could really do with some time to let his hair down.

“Baby?” Leah called from the kitchen one Sunday morning, digging through the fridge.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, walking in to join her. Always so formal. His eyes raked up and down her form - donning a lacy pair of pink panties that were somewhere between a thong and shorts, one of his workout shirts and nothing else but the white nail polish on her toes.

“I can’t find the orange juice - did we get some on our last Instacart order?” She frowned, closing the door.

“Uh,” Steve replied plainly. His brain shorting for two reasons - the swell of her ass from beneath the pink lace to the idea of working the Instacart app. He still wasn’t very mobile-friendly.

“Baby,” she laughed, turning and sliding her hands around his sides to press her face into his chest. “I told you I could do it.” She murmured, hands resting at the top of his jeans.

As previously stated, Steve was old fashioned. He didn’t hang around in comfy clothes. He got up, showered, put on his clothes for the day, changed once a day to go to the gym, showered again, then put street clothes back on. He ate meals at the dining table or breakfast bar, put out his pajamas on the dresser each morning and never skipped his deodorant.

Leah’s goal was to get him to lounge. Embrace athleisure. Maybe even go barefoot.

“I’ll get it this time, I swear,” he blushed as she slid her hands up his back from beneath his navy T-shirt.

“Baby, it’s 10 a.m. on a Sunday,” she pointed out, hands running over the brown leather belt. “Don’t you ever want to just hang out in your jammies?” She asked, looking up at him with her chin balanced right below the line of his pecs.

“I’ll get nothing done if I just hang around in my comfy clothes,” he pointed out, gulping softly as she slid her hands down into the back of his denim pockets.

“Doesn’t that sound nice?” She purred, burying her face in this chest yet again. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll make us breakfast, okay?”

“Do you want me to set the table?” He offered, kissing her forehead.

“We’re not eating at the table,” she winked.

Half an hour later, with a glass of milk tucked under her arm for the soldier and two plates of breakfast sausage and french toast, she wandered her way into the family room and set everything down on the coffee table. Steve was perched on the couch reading a book.

“It looks great, Lee,” he complimented, giving her a smile that made heart flutter.

“Thanks baby,” she smiled, straightening up. “Now, stand up,” she insisted. He complied, sticking a crisp $5 bill in his book to keep his spot, setting it on the side table.

She took a long, good look at him before meeting his gaze.

“Now, pants off.” She instructed. He opened his mouth to protest. “I mean it, Rogers. This is a no-pants brunch.” He almost went to argue again, but in the spirit of solidarity, he unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them before draping them over the back of the adjacent lazy chair. “Socks, too.” She added. Again, he complied, tucking them into one another and setting them on top of his jeans. “I want your butt right here, and legs going that way.” She pointed him to sit with his back agains the arm of the chair and legs stretched across the three couch cushions.

Climbing onto the couch, she carefully wedged herself between his thighs, tucking her feet beneath the juncture of the couch cushion and the arm, practically in his lap.

Steve immediately flushed pink at how close her warm center was to his very interested cock, and with just the thin layers of cotton - well, in her case, lace - between them.

“Here baby,” she handed him his plate. They held their plates in their hands, chatting about a few things they wanted to get done around the house that week.

“I went to Bachman’s on Friday and reserved a couple of hanging baskets for the courtyard.” Steve said, “thought you’d like the purple ones.” He spoke of the small 14 x 14 outdoor space off the back of the living room - just enough to fit a few chairs and some string lights.

“Thanks, baby,” Leah smiled. The space was their sanctuary. Outdoor, private and kept them from going to stir crazy during the week.

“I can run and get them after brunch and hang them, then I’ve got some lumber coming to put together that planter box.” He continued, eating his french toast. “So I’ll start sanding them down, make sure they’re cut to size. Sometimes you get them and they’re a few inches or so off.” He explained.

“Today?” Leah pouted.

“Yeah, they close at 2, so I only have a small window to grab ‘em.” He explained.

“But they’ll be there tomorrow, right?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

Steve looked up from his plate of french toast to see Leah looking back at him, her big brown eyes as innocent as could be.

“Yeah, they’ll be there tomorrow,” he acquiesced.

“You’ve got just a little,” she leaned forward, flattered by the small drop of maple syrup balancing just carefully on his lower lip. He barely let her close the space before leaning forward, pressing his lips to hers.

He twitched subtly, but felt the earth shift when her sex pressed against his with the forward rock of her hips.

“Lee,” he blushed.

As previously stated, Steve was old fashioned. She had wondered in the beginning stages of their dating life if he was going to tell her he was a virigin, or was saving himself for marriage, - thankfully that was not the case. But Steve was traditional, vanilla, romantic. Things that were just fine - she was always satisfied. Leah, however was a modern woman, and she was ready to teach her old dog some new tricks.

She easily slid her plate, then his, to the coffee table before wrapping her arms around his neck and nesting herself much more comfortably and directly in his lap.

Feeling his hard length was always a flattering feeling that sent a thrill up her spine. His hands traveled up the length of her back and down again, holding her tightly to him.

“I love how big your hands are,” she admitted, lips brushing his. “You’re so strong,” she purred, kissing him again, knowing he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. Steve was a boob guy. She knew he never minded when she’d wear his workout shirts - the thin, breathable fabric always displaying her breasts in a way that he really appreciated.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” He huffed, trailing kisses from her lips, down to her neck.

“Absolutely not,” She giggled, running a hand up the nape of his neck to the back of his head, sending another shudder throughout his body. She pressed her mouth to the shell of his ear, soft pants coming in waves against him. “I want you to fuck me on this couch, Steve.” She purred, sending every hair on his body to stand at attention.

“O-on the couch?” He asked, having a hard time thinking straight as all the blood in his body rushed toward his cock in a way that had him momentarily dizzy.

“On the couch,” she repeated. “Think you can do that?” She asked, feeling the dampness collecting in her sex.

“Anything you want,” he insisted.

“I want you to rip these panties off of me,” she said, rocking her hips into him once more, this time, leaving the faintest trace of wetness against the heather grey of his boxer briefs.

He reached down and complied to her wishes as if her were flicking a light switch.

“I need you in me, baby, I need you bad,” she tossed her head back, grinding her sex against him in a way that had him second-guessing his heart health.

Steve reaches down into his briefs, pulling out his cock and surprising even himself at how hard he was, the angry-looking head staring right back at him. Leah planted her in the couch and gripped the arm behind Steve, lifting herself just enough for him to slide more beneath her. They both groaned out as she sandwiched his cock between his abs and her pussy, grinding up and down the length in a way that felt like pure greed. The crown of his mushroom head caught against her clit as she spread her arousal up and down the length of it.

“Lee,” Steve stuttered.

“It’s so big, Steve,” she whimpered. He was going to commit the image to his memory forever - the inviting pink of her sex spread out atop him, her hooded clit peeking out in a way that was taunting him. She leaned back, bracing her hands against his knees, taking everything from him as she rubbed herself with more vigor against him. Then, she lifted herself just enough to hover, allowing him to reach down and grasp his length. Now, she was the strong one, as she let herself slowly sink down on top of his cock, pausing as she took just the head inside of her vice grip.

It took everything in Steve to not thrust up into her.

“You’re so big,” she echoed, “God, I just want you in me all the time,” she damn near whimpered.

“Lee, please,” he begged with an exhale. She sucked the remaining breath out of him as she allowed her body weight to drop, taking his full length and girth at once. Steve shouted as he bottomed out. Leah swirled her hips, side to side and up and down, taking exactly what she wanted from him. Steve straightened his posture, reaching for the hem of his own shirt agains her skin before bringing it up and over her head.

Wetness pooled against the grey band of his briefs as she rode him, and the sounds she made as she bounced were borderline pathetic. Steve needed more control.

Leah yelped when she found herself laid across the length of the couch, Steve’s cock buried inside her as he hovered over her body

“Give it to me,” she begged, pushing her hips up against him. Steve complied, setting a hard, relentless pace that caused her eyes to cross momentarily.

“Is this what you want?” He husked in her ear, two of his big, blocky fingers pressed against her clit.

“Yes,” she begged, nails dragging down the expanse of his marble back, causing goosebumps to erupt all over his body. Leah wrapped her legs around his lower body and he braced one hand above her head against the arm of the couch, the other holding one of her thighs - keeping her nice and tight to him.

“Steve, I need you to cum inside me,” she whimpered, causing him to stutter his movements. “Please, baby, I need it.” She begged.

“You need it?” He asked, gritting his teeth as she clamped down on his cock, dragging as much out of him as she could.

“Need you to fill me up,” she panted.

Steve watched as she reached down, circling her clit with her fingers as she thrust up to meet him with every movement. He could feel it coming in the soles of his feet - the backs of his thighs getting sweaty as he began to shudder.

“Come on, Lee,” he huffed.

“Want me to come on your cock?” She asked, watching as his eyes dilated.

“Yes,” he all but growled.

“Say it,” she demanded. “Tell me you want me to come on your cock,” she panted again.

“I want you to come on my cock,” he parroted. “Now.”

Leah squealed as her body thrummed, clamping down as every muscle below her heart spasmed, complimented by the feeling of Steve’s orgasm painting her insides. Steve jerked haphazardly, taken aback by the strength of his orgasm.

She ran her hands up the solid ridges of his abs to her chest as they each caught their breath.

“No,” she pouted as he moved to pull out. “C’mere.” Steve obliged, mentally still floating above his body as she pulled him down to rest on her chest, his softening cock still tucked deep within her. He nuzzled into the swell of her breasts as she ran her nails gently up and down his back, hands resting on his ass. As soon as he felt like he could make words again, he pressed a kiss to her breast.

“How long have you been planning that?” He asked, preening as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I think about it every time I see you,” she replied casually.

“Every time you see me?” He asked, a little bewildered, eyes looking up at her from her cleavage.

“Every single time,” She replied, loving the way a pink blushed dusted his cheeks. She resumed his back rub, “I think about you taking me on this couch, bending me over the back of it, over there on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the backyard, at your desk in your office…” she trailed off. Steve grinned a secret little smirk, pressing another kiss to her breast.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’ve got plenty of time left inside this house.”

#quarantine smut #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #captain america #captain america fic #captain america x ofc #captain america imagine #captain america smut #marvel #marvel smut #quarantine with Steve Rogers #quarantine with captain america #cabin fever #steve rogers is vanilla #sexy times with steve rogers #captain america fucks

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boogiewrites · 5 years

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Uptown Girl

Young Alfie Solomons One Shot

Word Count: 18,100+

Summary: My imagining of a young Alfie Solomons, finding his way in the East End as a boxer. He meets a West End girl, Lucy, who represents everything he's not, everything he wishes he could be. A young love blooms, feeling lost in their own world together where it doesn't matter what's expected of her or what religion he is. But soon, they're both faced with the hard truth of the world they live in as they're faced with the wrath of Lucy's mother and the effects of WW1. It's stated in the story, but neither are underage. Alfie would canonically be around 22-23 at the time and Lucy is nearly 20.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. ANGST. Explicit Sexual Content: Loss of Viriginity. Boxing/Fighting. Language. Period-typical sexism. Antisemitism. Young love. Romance. Lovers Reunited. Happy ending.

My One Shot for Valentine’s Day and for hitting another follower milestone!

Click on my icon then go to my Mobile Masterlist in my bio for my other works. (Had to do this since Tumblr killed links, sorry.)

Lucy sat in the midst of a dirty, dusty, testosterone filled room full of shouting and drunk men from the east side of London. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap with wide blinking eyes trying to look like she wasn't scared of this new sort of people she found herself surrounded with. Her best friend from childhood, Marnie was next to her, shouting and cheering on her boyfriend who was currently in the ring in front of them in a boxing match. Lucy had never seen such a thing before. Men hitting each other until they were blue and bleeding for money? It was such a shocking truth to see it that she found herself studying the shiny new shoes she'd worn under a pastel dress that would most certainly need to be scrubbed after she got home.

Marnie had always been the adventurous one. A real opposite to Lucy's cautious and sheltered life. Lucy often wondered why they were friends at all, except for having grown up next to each other, they were quite different. But Marnie's father had earned his wealth off the labor of his own back, not being born into it like Lucy's parents. The linger bit of East End wisdom she'd received from him as she grew up was apparent with the way she blended in. The differences didn't seem so strikingly obvious until they'd ventured into womanhood together. Marnie was a mess of anger and hormones, staying out late, smoking and playing cards and flirting with every boy that looked her way. Lucy had, up to this point, been well behaved and meek. Taught by her father to be a prim and proper lady and a well-to-do gentleman would come and ask for her hand and all she would have to worry about were babies and keeping a home. But with the recent passing of her father, causing her to question everything about her own wants and desires with being left to own devices. Her mother now too busy trying to tie up loose ends from his sudden passing. Lucy found herself full of compulsive emotions and behaviors that were so unlike her that she wasn't sure what to make of it.

With her mother working and taking care of her siblings, she found herself wanting to escape. She was angry at her father for dying and leaving them. Angry at her mother for not stopping it somehow. For giving attention to the little ones exclusively and forgetting her as she was the oldest. Filled by the usual teenage urges, she found herself having more and more in common with Marnie. Marnie was her guide to the other side. Her window into how the other half lived. And currently, she was showing her that a woman could in fact scream and spit and hit just like a boy.

"Come on now, Lucy, get up! You have to scream for him or he won't win!" she shouts close to her face, jerking her up as she went back to her shouting for her East End boyfriend Jack. "Loosen your damned knickers girl, you're being such a posh little cunt right now." she laughs and shoves Lucy's arm.

"Marnie!" she gasps at first, but soon a giggle follows the blush in her cheeks for hearing such language.

"Stop making me look bad and if you don't look so bloody out of place maybe we can find a boy to put up with you!" she laughs.

"Okay." she mumbles, taking a deep breath, then proceeding to cough on the smoke in the air. She uses her rage, that kind that lies within every teenager, ready to burst at the most inconvenient of times. She thinks about how she wanted to rebel, to break free of how she'd been living, to be more like Marnie, so boastful and full of vigor. She wanted to be wild and free, a new person entirely.

She begins clapping, watching the fight and trying to piece together the bits she'd been informed of by her friend as she lets her muscles loosen, trying to take in the energy of her surroundings. A little "Woo!" escapes her as she giggles at herself as the two boys go to their corners of the ring. Marnie's Jack had his back facing them, but that didn't stop Marnie from screaming. The other boy who was facing them, a dark gingery lad with a strong nose and lean arms, a tattoo on his arm, sits and pants, being spoken to by the older men surrounding him. Instead of watching Jack she found her eyes on the other boy.

"Who is the other boy fighting Jack?" she asks, leaning close to Marnie and watching the sweat drip off of the mystery lad, making her feel some sort of way she wasn't sure about.

"That's Alfie. They're mates."

"But yet they fight?" she asks with high pitched curiosity and a tilt of her head.

"Yeah, all the boxing lads know each other. Jack and Alfie practice together, so they fight each other sometimes. Same weight class 'n all." she shrugs and goes back to shouting and ignoring Lucy.

Her eyes stay on him, and for so long she finds herself holding her hands up and clasps as she was when she was applauding but she was no longer thinking about that. This boy was absolutely lovely. A soft face marked with bruises, a sleekness to him the other boys seemed to lack appealed to her. She stares so long she startles when his eyes meet hers as he sits during the rest between the rounds. Her eyes go wide and she grabs Marnie's arm in the sudden flush of her face and the speeding up of her heart.

Alfie sees a spot of lightness in the crowd. Like something that wasn't supposed to be there. He akined her to a flower that would poke through the filthy cobblestones in the spring. A bright little dandelion, not yet bloomed and trampled by its surroundings. Her fair appearance, so clean and crisp and unlike anyone else in the room. She looked like a proper lady. But what would a proper lady be doing at a small fight like this? He notices Marnie, his mate Jack's girl next to her, broad and screaming. The girl next to her was the opposite. Light hair, light skin, some lovely shade of blue dress that he'd only ever seen in the sky during springtime. He thought surely she wasn't the stick in the mud that Jack had moaned about Marnie complaining about all the time. He smirks at the reaction his glance lights in her. Not paying attention to what his coach was saying, watching her grab her friends arm and tittering about and acting like their eyes had never met. He hoped whether win or lose his plans for the night might be looking him in right in the face.

"He looked at me!" Lucy says in a rushed way, her innocence showing her eyes and demeanor.

"What are you on about?" Marnie laughs, looking at her friend.

"The other boy..."

"Alfie?"

"Yes, he looked at me!"

"Well there aren't many girls here, and he knows me so it would be perfectly sensible for him to look at you, eh?" she shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her friend's innocence.

Lucy pretends to be interested in something in her purse until the round starts again. But promptly forgets it as the bell sounds and her eyes are back on him again. She watches with great interest, eyes wide but not with fear now. She finds herself clapping when he gets a hit in on Jack, Marnie elbowing her and laughing, but loving that she was finding a reason to get into it. As they circle, he looks over to her again, and in a foolish moment that only a young lad might take a chance to lose his focus for a pretty girl, he gives her a smile. Her posture straightens, her eyes fluttering as a bashful smile appears on her face. She really was lovely, he thought.

His thoughts are knocked out of his head literally, eyes squeezed shut as Jack connects to his face, stumbling his back. He shakes his head hard, and in that rush of young rage that they all knew about intimately, his pride is hurt in front of a pretty girl and he no longer thinks, only attacks.

Lucy's hands go to her mouth when Alfie is struck in the face so hard. The motherly instincts within her want to stop the fight and help the poor boy but she knows that's silly. Her eyes go wide with concern as Alfie's fists start pummeling down on Jack. Marnie shouting curses at them both. As quickly as she'd blushed at his dangerously charming smile under his bright blue eyes, the fight ends with his arm being raised above his head.

He comes out of his rage as his arm is jerked over his head in victory, the bell signaling his trained brain to stop as he blinks rapidly and comes out of the veil of embarrassment.

"Fuck, sorry, mate." he groans at Jack who his flat on his arse on the mat.

"What the fuck, Alfie?" he spits the words first, followed by blood as Alfie helped pull him up, a hard but apologetic look on his face.

"The hit to the face knocked me into survival mode, mate." he says patting his friend on the back.

Lucy cheers happily, a slight bounce to her feet as Alfie is proclaimed the winner.

"Oh fuck off." Marnie groans, rolling her eyes. "Suppose I'll be gettin' it rough again tonight." she sighs and moans, picking up her purse and Lucy mirrors her.

"What?"

"When he loses." he motions with an air of exhaustion to the boys in the ring. "Always fucks me rather hard."

"Oh." Lucy looks away and tries not to be such a child to blush at the statement. "What about when he wins?"

"Oh he's happy 'n full of beer instead of whiskey and he's rather pleasant and soft." she purses her lips and sighs. "Looks like I'll be drinking to make up the difference tonight. C'mon now Luce, they'll meet us at the pub."

"They?"

"Yes, he and Alfie drink together, come on ya ninny." she takes Lucy's hand and they move out to the street. On the walk to the pub Marnie talks, but Lucy is too busy wondering if after a win, would Alfie be a soft lover as well?

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Lucy had been on dates, she'd been kissed by boys and even let one touch her over he clothes before, but when it came to actual attraction she was very inexperienced. She'd gone out with Marnie with the West End boys, but they seemed highly suspect to her. They were so nice and proper and then the moment you got them alone they were all over you. She didn't appreciate dishonesty and she'd sworn off them off after a while, electing to not go out at all if there would be any posh boys around.

So when Lucy felt her stomach flutter as Alfie and Jack walked towards them in the pub it was a new sort of feeling.

"'Ello Marnie, girl." Jack says, charging towards her squeezing her about the waist tightly and planting a big kiss on her.

"You must be Lucy." Alfie says, ignoring the currently snogging couple next to him just as Lucy was trying to.

"Yes, and you're Alfie." she says with a calm voice that she's rather proud to have mustered up.

"That would be me." he smiles. A man comes up and slaps him on the back hard in praise, Lucy is impressed that Alfie doesn't seem to give much to such a harsh gesture. She surely would've been facing down on the floor if someone touched her in such a way. "I've never seen you with her before. You from Marnie's part of town?" He knew the answer, she was so clearly not from his side of town, but still, he wanted to take a chance.

"We're neighbors. Have been since we were born." she explains.

"I mean no offense, love, but you seem like you're from the East, and she surely doesn't." he laughs.

"Well Marnie's a bit..." she side-eyes her friend, nose to nose with her boyfriend who were whispering to each other, his hands firm on her bum. "Naturally inclined to go against what her mother says." she grins.

"And what of you Lucy? Your mum let you come out here?"

"No." she smiles and he mirrors it, finding it sickeningly sweet. "I came with Marnie to support Jack. But it seems that wasn't a wise decision." she holds back a smirk. "I told my mom I was going out with Marnie and she didn't question it."

"Let's go back to my flat. I've got liquor there we can drink 'n me 'n this little minx can grieve our loss." Jack interrupts, laughing and clearly already been drinking somehow, Marnie hangs around his neck like a pendant.

"You gonna come with?" Alfie asks, holding his hand out to her after he stands. She looks at it in consideration for a moment. She'd seen what those hands could do but she didn't find herself afraid of them.

"Have to watch Marnie don't I?" she says with a shrug, being so proud of herself as she finished her drink in one go and took his hand without hesitation.

Back at Jack's flat, she sits on the settee with Alfie. Marnie and Jack practically break down the door to his bedroom as they fall on top of one another.

"Let's go sit out here. Can't hear the animals out there." Alfie grins and opens a window, taking Lucy about the wrist and waist to have her sit on the roof with him.

"Is this safe?" He smiles at her concern.

"I've done it every time he's brought someone and I've been here. Not much for listenin' to others while they're goin' at it." he chuckles.

"Me either." she shakes her head, sitting with crossed legs as they look out at the smokey cityscape.

"I assumed as such." he snarks.

"What's that tone?" she asks with a shrug of her shoulders as she huffs out a laugh.

"You just seem..." he shakes his head. "Not like Marnie."

"I don't know if that's a polite or a rude way to say it." she laughs, her posture softening and so does his, seeing she wasn't offended. "I'm not... not like Marnie. But I'm also a lot more cautious than her, less compulsive it would seem. It's always been that way."

"You been friends since you were kids?"

"Yes. She's always been the troublemaker and I've been the good one." she sighs.

"But you're still out with a roughian like me? Sittin' on a roof in the east end at night?" he smirks.

"Well so are you. What does your mum think of it?"

"Ah. She's too busy with me brothers 'n sisters to worry 'bout me."

"I greatly empathize with that. Have you lived here long?" she changes the conversation to something less personal.

"Oh, I don't live here. This is Jack's flat. I stay a lot but I live with me mum."

"I wish girls could have their own flats. But then again I would be sleeping over at Marnie's and who knows if her place would have a roost to wait out their lovemaking." she laughs and he watches her eyes light up, finding himself staring.

"Lovemaking." he laughs. "Not heard anyone refer to it like that since I was a wee lad. Only ever call it fuckin' 'round here."

"Since he lost I assume that would be a more appropriate word for it." she nods. "Or at least that's what she tells me."

"At least she's honest."

Feeling bold, she decides to divulge more personal information. Perhaps it was how their hands almost touched, as they sat back and listened to the moans and howls of the city below. Or maybe it was how easy he was to talk to. He hadn't been handsy or assumed she was there to do the same as her friend and she found herself already growing fond of him. "She said when he wins he's tender, but when he loses he loses he's rough." she muses. "I would've thought it would be the other way around."

"Why's that?" he's glad she doesn't seem to be wound so entirely tight that he couldn't talk to her like a regular mate. She wasn't pretending to be something she wasn't. There was no need to be pissed for the courage to sleep with a boy who her father wouldn't approve of. Which he'd been on the receiving end of one too many times. At first, it was easy but as he'd gotten older it lost its charms.

"If I lost a fight, I would want to be tender. I'd want to lose myself and forget you know? Have someone console me and build me back up. But if I won I would feel high on it. I'd want to pounce and play and take my prize... so to speak." she shrugs and glances over at him. His eyes hadn't left her the entire night, although he had positioned his head to make it seem so.

"As lovely of a sentiment as that is. It is a distinctly feminine one, yeah?" he offers with narrowed eyes.

"How is that?" he can see the curiosity for his words in her eyes and he adores the sincere attention.

"Men, yeah? They want to show even with a loss that they aren't losers, they don't wanna wallow in it and ask for a cuddle, right? When they win they wanna show they're a winner, get treated as such, have a woman take care of them because they deserve it because they won."

Her eyes wander in thought. "That does make sense." she nods in agreement. "And what of you Alfie? What are you like after a win?"

The cheekiness of the question isn't lost on either of them. He smirks and gives her a charming grin that makes her blush at its underlying intention. "Well.." he begins, a smile showing teeth emerges, she sees a slightly wonky tooth in the front showing between his lips. His, now that she'd let herself really notice them, distractingly soft looking lips. She finds his face to be something she could look at for hours like a painting in a museum. His clean-shaven face, bare to be gazed upon is lighted magnificently by the moon. He was all cheekbones and sloped nose. A heavy brow with hooded lids that didn't hide the cleverness in his blue eyes. He wasn't just handsome, he was beautiful to her. He looked like some sort of poured mineral figurine that would set on a self. Something that didn't belong in the place where it was, she expected a rugged harshness from a boy who fought. But despite the discoloring and tiny cuts, he was stunning to her. "I don't like to mix the fights with sex meself. I find it a slippery slope I don't wanna try to tread on. You put the two together constantly, you'll start not performing at your best when it isn't readily available. And I don't want nuffin' to affect my fightin' except me. And if I rely on girls to fill some sort of need then that's gonna be a problem at some point."

"A boy like you having trouble finding a girl?" she chuckles. "You won and forgive me for being forward but you are very handsome, Alfie."

"I'll take whatever compliments you'll give me, love." he gives her a genuine smile. "And fanks." he nods slowly. "I find myself bein' a bit more particular these days," he informs her, pulling his knees to his chest. "What about you? What's a pretty bird like yourself doin' out alone on a night like 'is?"

"I find myself being a bit more particular these days as well." she gives him a knowing smile, her hands clasped together in her lap.

"And what is it that you particularly like these days?" he asks, seeing where he stood.

"Honesty." she answers quickly.

"Rare, that." he muses, wagging a finger. "But very, very important innit?"

"Very." she nods in agreement sternly. "Looks aren't the most important thing to me, I like someone who wants me for beyond what I look like so I search for much the same in a companion. Although a handsome face and kind eyes are something that would catch my attention. Someone who won't have his hand in my pants as soon as we're alone. That'd be a nice change of pace." she rolls her eyes.

"I see I've at least given you a break from 'at." he gives her a cheeky grin, pushing back is dark hair with his hand and ruffling it only to have it bounce back down into his face.

"Yes and I thank you." she gives him a friendly pat to the arm. An excuse to touch him really, but he was being rather personable with her.

"Nuffin' really. I too have found a lack of good conversation in my life. Boxers... they ain't much for discussion."

"As I could imagine." they share a laugh for a moment. "But you do don't you? We've even touched on the differences between male and female minds and not had an argument."

"Aye we have." he tilts his head and shoots her another charming smile. He sees her take a deeper breath and wonders what his chances are.

"Let's get on the move!" Marnie shouts from the window, smacking the roof with her hand that startles Lucy so much she jumps. Alfie reaches out to put his hand on her back and laughs.

"Let's not try to fly off the roof now pretty bird." he laughs as she blushes with embarrassment. He helps her into the window. Trying not to look up her skirts as she climbs back in, keeping a steady hold on her hand as she slid her way back into the flat.

------ Marnie and Jack are sharing a goodnight kiss inside the flat of an older friend of Marnie's. The boys had walked them to it together, Alfie even putting his arm around Lucy's shoulders, much to their mutual delight. Lucy looks up to Alfie, her face dimly light by the candles in the entryway. "I never said congratulations on your win tonight," she says earnestly. "You were rather good fun to watch." she admits, leaning back on her heels with nerves.

"Fanks, love." he gifts her with another smile that makes her gulp. "Perhaps havin' you there helped?" he gives her a wink and he gets a full smile with teeth.

"Doubtful." she titters.

"Only one way to find out. How about you come with next time Marnie comes to see Jack? Fight or not... I'd like to see you again Lucy."

She loves the way her name sounds when said in his accent. He didn't try to add any fake smoothness to anything about him. He presented himself as he was and she found herself very interested. "I'd like to see you again too, Alfie." she blushes.

He reaches out and takes her hand and kisses it and her breath catches in her throat. "Not to give it any unwanted attention, love, but you are absolutely darling when you blush like 'at." he steps closer.

"Oh, Alfie." she giggles, covering her cheek in embarrassment. "It seems you've brought it out in me tonight."

"You'll come back and see me, yeah? Give me another chance to make you all rosy cheeked?" she gives him a knowing smile, just as cheeky as what he was insinuating to her.

"I will." she nods, a coyer and less innocent smile on her face.

"Let's get 'ome, mate. I'm fuckin' knackered." Jack says seeing Marnie off with a slap to the bum and a hard slap to Alfie's back.

"Right." he nods and watches him leave. "I'll be finkin' of ya Lucy." he says, leaning in to give her a kiss to the cheek that makes her eyes shut. He feels the smile on her face, her round cheeks rising as he pressed his lips to her intoxicatingly soft skin. How had she spent all night where she had and still smelled like flowers? Must've been born and bred into her he thinks.

"And I you Alfie." she gives his hand a squeeze as they pull apart, a quick swish of his thumb over the back of her hand before they let go and she watches them walk down the street until they're out of sight. ------------------

Lucy took any chance she had to go to the East End with Marnie in the coming weeks. She drinks in pubs with her and the boys, she'd taken moonlit strolls hand in hand by the train tracks with Alfie. More long conversations on the rooftop, each time getting closer and closer. Always getting interrupted it seemed by Marnie's harsh voice calling her to leave. She could've stayed on that roof with him until the sun rose. She was surprised he hadn't made a move on her. She was of course relieved by this but she was also feeling rather impatient. She wasn't sure if another hug and kiss to the cheek would sustain her until she saw him again.

Unknown to her, Marnie had given Alfie a good talking to about Lucy. Telling her more than Lucy would've been comfortable with him knowing, but Marnie wanted to protect her friend. She spilled her secrets of never having a crush on a boy before and having never slept with one. She wasn't entirely inexperienced but that if he took advantage of her and her naivety that she would personally be making sure he was too injured to fight in the next bout. And he truly believed her.

So Alfie took his time with her. He gave her the deep conversations she longed for and had his hands on her as often as possible. She adored the non-threatening grasps to her back, waist, and arms if another man approached her, wordlessly marking his territory. She adored, even more, the hand holding. She'd always thought it was so sweet, so affectionate and not brash in any way. She thought only people who truly cared for each other held hands. And she was starting to truly care for Alfie. Anyone with eyes could see it as she'd watch him wherever he went. He was finding himself feeling much the same, wondering what a girl like her, being from where she was, saw in him. But he soon found through their conversations that became more and more personal, that her life had it's problems as well. Not the same as his of course, but life wasn't perfect where she was from, and he was thankful she found him so interesting despite knowing much about the arts, which she would muse about on their strolls. He'd make his way to her part of town, not looking for her per se, but trying to take in what made her, her. He felt out of place, receiving looks as he strolled with his hands shoved into his pockets, sauntering about galleries and asking questions to people who gave him half-formed, bitten answers. But the way her face lit up when he'd say the name of an artist she adored made it worth it.

They were both pie-eyed over the other with no end in sight. Alfie was simply waiting for a moment. He thought if she truly could be something special, that there would be a moment, an event that just grabbed him by his collar and told him to make his move with her. He hadn't expected it to be a fight night, but moments like those never really came when you expected.

He had won again. A streak he was on since being with Lucy. He didn't lose very often before, granted, he was an apt pupil in all things, including his fighting. After the fight she's on his arm, looking at him with adoration in her eyes, watching him be praised and receive his congratulations for it. So while they're all four on the way back to Jack's flat, their guards are down and their laughing and buzzed and having a rare carefree moment together as friends. So when a guy sneaks behind them and pulls Alfie out of Lucy's hands she screams. He's jerked onto the ground and kicked before scrambling up and knocking the other boy over, punches are thrown and without the aid of gloves, the sound makes Lucy feel squeamish. Marnie grabs Lucy back, Jack dives in and scares them off, but not before they get a few good hits in from both sides. He yanks Alfie up and pats his cheek.

"Ya alright mate?" he says, holding his head and looking him over.

Lucy pulls out of her friends hold and runs to him, taking his hand and she feels him squeeze it back.

"Fuckin' 'ell." he groans, shaking his head and almost falling over. "What the fuck was all 'at!" he shouts and stumbles.

"Sore losers 'ats what 'at was." Jack glares in the direction the boys ran off in. "It was the mates of that lad you beat tonight."

"Fuckin' wankers." he mumbles, Jack goes under his arm to help him walk.

"Let's get ya back now." he says with a firm pat to the back.

"Alfie, darling are you okay?"

"S'alright Lucy." he gives a smile to her and nods, squeezing her hand. "They didn't get you did they?"

"No, no." she says quietly.

"Hush up and let's get you laid down now. Ya hit ya head, ya know how it goes." Jack grumbles as they trudge towards his flat.

After settling him into Jack's bed, Lucy sits next to him, holding his hand as he complains that he's fine. "I get beat up for a livin', love, truly I'm fine." he groans, sitting up.

"They've gone to fetch you something cold from the shops for your face."

"They dinnit have to do that." he pouts.

"No but you're cheek is swelling and I'll have none of that." she says with a bossy tone that makes him smile. "What?" she says with a pushed back chin at the confusing look on his face.

"You're awfully precious when you're bossy." he grins and it does hurt a bit but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

"Oh hush, talk like that makes me certain you were walloped too hard." her concern breaks into a smile as she leans in to kiss his forehead.

"Got it." Marnie says, bringing in a chunk of ice wrapped in a tea towel to hand off to him. "Luce?" she asks, motioning with her head for her to join them.

"Keep that there." she says softly, and Alfie nods, accepting the kindness.

"He can have Jack's bed tonight. He doesn't want him out alone. Jack and I will go to Sylvia's and you two can stay here. Will that work alright?" she asks, a bit hesitant to your answer.

"Oh." she says with wide blinking eyes.

"Are you seriously nervous?" she laughs.

"No." she pouts. "I just, it's unexpected is all."

"You'll be fine. Come to me in the morning when you're a woman and we'll gossip on the walk home, eh?" she teases, giving her a hug before she leaves.

"He's hurt don't be silly." she dismisses the thought.

"Not too hurt for that I'd imagine." she smirks and kisses her friends cheek.

She gets a drink and takes a deep breath. She frowns, looking out the window at her friends walking down the street. Did they really need to have sex that badly? At least they hadn’t thrown him on the sofa and went at in the bed anyway. He did get hit by multiple boys without having a chance the defend himself. You were glad Jack wasn’t so blinded by Marnie's sexual prowess that he would let his friend be uncomfortable for it. You think perhaps Jack is an alright lad. A bit horny for your tastes but, to each their own. Alfie didn’t seem that way. He did plenty of flirty and cheeky things, both with words and winks that made her skin break out in goosebumps without even touching her. She wishes she’d had more time to prepare for such an opportunity as this that lay before her tonight. She’d terribly wanted to kiss him, she’d think about it every night before bed, what his full lips would feel like. Would his hands be rough or gentle with her when they finally touched her? Would sex hurt the way she was told it would? She hadn’t given sex much thought before Alfie. Not in any real, I want to do this capacity. It was talk for the girls to whisper about and giggle, but doing it was something else entirely. And finding herself considering it, wanting it even. She felt that new and strange feeling surge through her. That pure rebellion. The thrill of doing something that wouldn’t be approved of. Her breathing has picked up, her hand mindlessly stroking across her cleavage as she’s interrupted.

“Everyfing alright, love?” She hears Alfie's gruff voice speak from the doorway.

“Oh yes, just fine.” She says quickly, moving towards him. “They went to our friend's house and left us here for the night. Marnie said Jack didn’t want you out alone after those boys jumped you so he thought it best we just stay here.”

“Oh.” He says, his full lips pressed together in thought for the sudden news. “Are you alright with that?” He asks, his head turning quickly to hers in question.

“Yes. I told her it was fine.” She says with a wave of her hand.

“You uh... want the bed and I can take the couch if you’d like?” He offers.

“Don’t be silly Alfie. I’m not letting you sleep anywhere but that bed.” She says walking past him. “Come now, let yourself rest.” She motions to the bed, standing with her hands on her hips and examining the room. "I wonder if Marnie has left anything here I could sleep in." she mutters, chewing on a fingernail.

"Doubtful. She doesn't really stay the night does she?"

"Suppose not."

"Lucky he expected her over and changed his bedsheets." Alfie chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I suppose I can sleep in just my shift. Basically the same as a gown, isn't it?" she asks to no one in particular.

"If you're gonna..." he motions to her with his hand. "You mind if I shed some layers as well?"

"Oh yes, that's perfectly fine, darling." she says, moving to the bathroom to run some water and wipe away at her face, leaving her shoes by the dresser.

He was surprised by the nonchalant nature of her words and actions. Perhaps he'd thought her too innocent from her friend's warnings. She didn't seem like she was embarrassed at all. But that could be her logical side. They were stuck in this position and she was acting as reasonably as it called for. No need to make a fuss over some skin he supposes, although the thought of having her close to him was starting to make him stir. He pulls off his shirt, shoes already taken off by her when they'd arrived. He leaves his trousers on and waits for her to make the next move. He watches her hitch up her skirts, rolling one stocking down then the other and he's utterly captivated by it. A lump grows in his throat as he sees the untouched skin of her thighs in a glance, wondering if everything was as soft as he'd imagined it to be.

"Would you help me with my dress?" she asks, a more obvious glint of anxiety in her eyes.

"'Course, c'mere." he says, standing as she turns and waits for his fingers to help unbutton the back of her dress. "There you go, sweetie." he says in a quiet tone as if he might startle her.

She slips her arms out, stepping out of the dress to reveal her thin white shift. He gulps at the sight of her skin, far more than he'd ever seen before. Her arms and shoulders now bare, he admired the bend in the nape of her neck as it stretched with her as she folded her dress and laid it over a chair. He wasn't prepared for her to turn around and approach him. The soft lace fell around her knees, moving as she did. He could see the curve of her hips, a tiny ribbon woven into the fabric just under her chest that pulled it tight across and he lets out a long exhale, lips parting in his fascination. She was his lovely little bird with delicate collar bones peeking through the soft waves of her hair as she let it down. He'd never seen it fully down and his fingers itched to touch it.

She can see the distracted look in his eyes. He was forgetting his manners, watching her body as she moved closer to his. She wasn't finding herself to be offended in the least. She'd longed for a boy to look at her in such a way. His blue eyes now half-lidded and those plush lips of his, wetted and parted as she stood in front of him with barely anything between them she felt powerful. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world and that was what all young girls wanted from their boys.

"Alfie?" she interrupts his staring with a soft voice that makes his lids flutter and his brain remember she was, in fact, standing in front of him and this wasn't a fantasy he got to gawk at. "Do you sleep in your trousers?" she asks with a smile that's almost a smirk.

"I actually prefer to sleep naked." he blurts out without thinking then nervously laughs and rubs the back of his neck. Who was he to get clumsy around a girl? He's beginning to realize that he's feeling more than something below the waist for her. His heart does a funny little patter in his chest to accompany the stirring deep in his stomach. What an angel she was too him.

She giggles and shrugs. "If that's what you'd like." she says in a humorous acceptance.

“Oh! No, no I’m not gonna.” he lets out a nervous laugh. “Will take my trousers off though.” He says averting his eyes and leaving to one side of the bed.

She looks like she floats to the other side, light coming through the window and hiding enough of the dingy room for her hormone filled to find it all terribly romantic. She gets in and lays on her back with her hands clasped over her stomach. She looked posh even when she slept he bet. He slides in next to her, mirroring how she lay. His usual sprawled and wild limbs manner wouldn’t suit sharing a bed with a girl.

She turns and sits up after a few moments of silence. “Alfie?” Her voice that couldn’t help but sound sweet called out for his attention.

“Yeah, love?” He asks, his eyes moving to meet hers.

“Are we really going to share a bed all night and not... do anything about it?”

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“We’ve known each other for over a month now and I have to say I’m more than surprised by your behavior.”

“Right now or we talkin' in general?” He asks with a sarcastic tone as moves to lay on his side as well.

“Both.”

“What’s surprisin' bout it?” He asks earnestly

“I thought a lad from the east side would’ve made a move on me quicker.” She states with a shrug, her head resting in her hand.

“Well, I did make it known I wanted to see you again that first night. That weren’t nothing”

“Yes, but I meant physically.” She states flatly. “Why haven’t you kissed me Alfie?” She asks right out and he’s impressed by the aggression she’s showing.

“I didn’t want to offend you.” He says softly in defense. “That and... well Marnie threatening to end me if I hurt you put me off it.” he admits.

“Oh hell.” She sighs and pouts. “Should’ve known it was bloody Marnie.”

“Why would I kiss a filthy mouth like 'at now?” He laughs and teases.

“Oh bugger off” she rolls her eyes, shoving his arm playfully. “So is Marnie the reason you haven’t kissed me then?”

“At this point yeah.” He nods.

“Well she isn’t here is she?”

“No one is love.” he says quietly.

“Then you have no reason not to do it.” She says with a smile, leaning closer to him.

“'Spose ya right about that.” he answers softly as he scoots closer, suddenly not sure what to do with his hands.

“You DO want to don’t you Alfie?” She asks and the uncertainty in her eyes and voice make his brow furrow with sadness for it.

“Since the first night I met ya.” he confesses.

He sees the relief fall over her face and she bats her lashes, gathering her gumption and scooting closer to him.

“And I you.” she responds, looking at his lips and so anxious to find out if they were as soft as they looked.

“Right,” He says almost under his breath, looking over her face which showed nothing but anticipation. He raises his hand to her cheek and it’s just as soft as he thought. He leaves no more room for either of their imaginations to have to assume what the others pouty lips felt like as he brought them together at last. He expected hesitation from her, perhaps some clumsy or awkwardness but he doesn’t find it. It starts as a single peck, a chaste lips to lips brushing as she kept her eyes shut while he gave a moment of pause for her to step back if she wished. His expectation that she would be reserved was challenged as she pushed back against him, stretching her neck to press into him properly. As her hand slid over his on her face, she pushed forward, deepening the kiss, eagerly accepting his tongue as it teased at her before they lapped together, exploring the others skills. She presses her body against his, his hand traveling to her waist to hold her close.

Quickly they find a natural position. He moves his upper body over hers as she lies on her back, arms wrapped around his head while his hand behaves and stays stroking her side. She’s in a haze of kisses. She doesn’t even notice when he pulls back to catch his breath. He gets to observe her for just a moment lying there with her eyes shut and her lips pouted. Taking in the soft roundness of her face and the way her delicate features seemed so distinctly feminine. Her eyes flutter open but remain half-lidded as she gazes up at him. They both share a breath for a moment.

“Is there something the matter?” she asks. ”Why did you stop?” Her voice is soft and breathy in her questioning.

“Am I supposed to kiss you all night?” He grins.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.” she giggles.

He looks down at her with clear adoration and she finds herself blushing as he strokes back her hair. “I don’t want you to think we have to do anything because we’re in the same bed.” He states.

“I don’t think that.” She whispers with a subtle shake of her head. “Marnie must’ve lead you to believe I was some pristine and untouched virgin who cowered at the thought of a boy touching her.” She frowns. “Didn’t she?” Her lips purse after she sighs.

“She did say you were a virgin. Yeah.” He mutters.

“I am but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to touch me, Alfie.” she says defensively.

He nods, a single slow blink before resituating himself, his hand now resting on her ribs. “As long as you’re sure. I wouldn’t want to scare you away.” He admits.

“I’m certain it would only assure that I would not.” She smirks and leans up to kiss him playfully. “I really like you, I was prepared to experience things with you for the first time before tonight. I thought a boxer from the east end would have fast hands outside the ring as well as in, to be honest.”

“You want ‘em to be?” He smirks now, eyes wandering past her face and down to her chest.

“Yes.” She answers in a soft voice, putting her hand over his on her body before rubbing it back up his arm and pulling his face toward hers.

They let themselves feel things that have built up over the past weeks. He gives over with a groan as he reaches up to cup her breast through the thin fabric, moving his body up against hers. Subconsciously her body begs for it, her legs opening as he kissed her with a mixture of lips and tongue that wasn’t forced and unpleasant like she’d felt before. Everything about him was so much softer than she’d thought it would be. His knuckles might’ve been marked but his skin was pliant and warm as she touched him.

As he moves his mouth to her neck, her eyes roll back and she lets out a moan she hadn’t known she was holding in. Sighing out his name into the dark he works his lips against her skin, being sure to not mark her, but wanting to make her feel as best he could.

She appreciated his apprehension and understood it as Marnie could be rather threatening. Most girls her age were getting married and had been getting their experience in before they had to do so. Lucy was still holding out hope she’d marry for love and someone who knew how to touch her. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to settle and sow her wild oats before marriage. She wanted to be with someone who would be wild with her while married.

As Alfie kissed his way down her chest, she let her fingers card through his short hair before letting her hand fall back, watching as his pink and kiss-swollen lips follow the thin fabric of her shift as he pulled it down her chest to expose her breasts. He never hesitated and gave her no reason to feel self-conscious as the thought of her being anything but perfect was far from his mind.

He felt her thighs rub together instinctively, bent knees bumping into him as she started to gasp and writhe as he sucked away at her nipple. She’d recalled brushing against them and it feeling pleasurable before, but she’d never considered his plush lips abilities for much beyond kissing her, but she was flushed and her toes curled with an appreciation for what he brought out in her.

She’d never felt her heart race and stomach flutter in such a way before. Watching his lashes fan across the tops of his cheeks, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, a deeper masculine sound coming from him as his hands held her tight. Moving down to her hip, she shuddered at the thought of him touching the bare skin of her thighs.

She finds him so strikingly beautiful. Such a delicate face, such a shame he was a boxer she thought. He was so lovely she hoped that softness would stay forever. She wants to see him panting like she was, to cause this sort of response in him as well. She wanted to touch him like he was her. She feels him hard against her hip, only his thin pants in a material similar to her shift between them. How thrilling it was to know he couldn’t deny his attraction to her. The proof lies hot against her skin as she swallows and gathers her mind to reach her hand between them and touch him.

“Lucy.” He whispers, pulling himself away from her skin, a fact neither was happy about. “You don’t have to do that, love.” He shakes his head and smiles gently, his voice just the same.

“I want to.” She says softly, large eyes batting up at him as her hand slides over him, the back of her hand sending a twitch of his muscles through his stomach at the contact. “You’re... already hard.” She muses, eyes looking down as he leans back to take in the sight of her slender and delicate hands with their curious fingers wrap around him. She twists her body slightly, arms pressing her breasts together and her other hand reaching to grasp him fully. She sees his eyes shut and lips part as she strokes him. “I want to see you.” She whispers.

He doesn’t need any more discussion, he would give her whatever she asked of him. He moves and swiftly takes off his pants, discarded in the floor. Her eyes are full of curiosity and wonder for his form as it’s revealed to her. So this was what all the fuss was about. She wasn’t sure if he was big or not, as she had to real reference, only gossip, and Marnie's crude depictions. She didn’t know how he compared, but thinking about something that size going into her somehow seemed like the stories of first times being painful to seem true. She knew he was cut and that was the case, she studied him almost dutifully, fingertips light and gentle on his length and she explored. He was nestled in an almost gingery nest of hair, her fingers being bold enough to reach down and touch below him, seeing what it was all the boys would shout about when they were kicked between the legs. It wasn’t exactly what she expected but then again, she didn’t know what to expect. But the way he fought to keep his eyes open, his tongue peeking out between his thick lips as she loosely stroked at him made her feel powerful and more confident about the whole endeavor.

"Can I?" he begins, licking his lips and getting a hold on himself. "Can I touch you first, love?" he asks her softly, going back to nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her hair as his hand trailed below her hem and he dragged it up her legs. "I don't want you to be trying to focus on me. Not when it's the first time." he shakes his head back and forth, nose moving back to her face before kissing her again.

She nods in response, her hand slowly pulling away, he was flattered at her hesitancy to let him go. She rests her hand on her stomach, pulling up her skirt as he watched her bare herself to him. The covers lay bunched up at their feet, no need for their warmth while their bodies were together, their heavy breathing making the air feel thick around them. "Can I still touch you? If I want to?" she asks and the uncertainty in her voice makes him smile. The back of her hand brushes against him, the one pinned between their bodies.

"Of course. I only want you to be able to focus and tell me what feels good." he explains his fingers now trailing her inner thighs. "I want to make you feel good, Lucy. I don't want you to regret this come morning." he confesses.

"It's you Alfie," she whispers, a single kiss to his jaw as he watching his fingers tease across her soft skin. "I won't regret it."

He gently cups her soft thatch of hair, a thrill runs through her at the contact. She didn't feel as nervous as she expected, as she felt thoroughly excited and alive. "Have you ever..." he nods down to where his hand lies. "Touched yourself?" he manages to make it sound as nonthreatening as possible.

"I share a room with my siblings, I've never had the chance to." she admits.

He nods, realizing he really is taking a degree of innocence from her. He barely recalled his first time. There'd been alcohol involved and an older girl. A friend of his brothers. She'd told him he was handsome, asked him if he'd ever been with a girl. He'd said no for some reason, in hindsight he should've said yes, kept his wits about him and sounded like a proper bloke about it. But he hadn't and she'd taken his virginity, wasn't like he was using it anyway. But it was different for girls, he thought. None of the girls he'd been with had been virgins. At least none admitted it if they were. He tried to not feel guilty, seeing the want in her eyes for him. "If I do something you don't like, you tell me." he instructs her.

She nods quickly. "Of course." she says with fluttering lashes, so ready to please.

She notices a tightness in his jaw and the concentration of a furrowed brow as his fingers begin to trace up and down her slit. They sink between her lips, welcomed by a surplus of hot and wet arousal that he was thankful to find. She wasn't too nervous, this was proof she wanted him. He lets his reservations fade away as he connects their mouths again in a kiss to distract her as he explores her. He doesn't insert his fingers, only circling, teasing and finding her little-swollen bud that jumped at his touch. The tiny moan that accompanied her thighs shuddering when he finds it makes him return the sound into her mouth.

"Good?" he asks, lips pressed against hers.

"Uh-huh." she nods rapidly against him. He deepens the kiss, his fingers finding what she likes. He trails lightly over the arch of her clit, presses hard on either side of it, circles and flicks and finds a light but fast maneuver that she responds the most to.

The pleasure builds and she slowly loses her inhibitions with him. Her moans grow louder, her tongue flicks out her mouth and stretches for his lips when he pulls them away to breathe. At first, it felt good as he felt her out and slowly it built. Her hand in the longer hair at the top of his head, clutching it, only working on instinct as he brushed at this magic spot that she was slowly understanding what all the fuss was about. She feels him hard against her leg, his mouth now attached to her nipple, sucking away as his hips move and rub himself against her. She reaches down, wrapping her fingers around him and he lets out a long groan into her breast.

"Fuck." he exhales, pressing his forehead against her collarbone.

The breathy way he groans out the word makes a blush come to her face that she can feel. She was making him act this way, she felt invigorated and different. She felt sexy as he looked down at her, something she'd never felt before. They both pant away, gazing at each other, hips now twitching and rutting, him against her thigh as he fucked into her hand, like her against his palm as he tried to speed up and bring her over the edge.

"Alfie." she mewls, head pushing back into the pillow. "I want... I want... more." she whines, her hips circling, searching for something even though they didn't know that.

"Be still love." he whispers against her lips before teasing around her entrance again. "I don't want to hurt you." he says in a sweet way that she responds to, holding his head down to kiss him with gasping pauses and deep probing tongues. She stills her hips and with one finger he gives her what she wants. A slow push, an in and out she could handle, her mouth open and a deeper moan coming up from her stomach as her eyes flutter shut.

"Oh my god." she whimpers.

"That's it, pet." he whispers into her ears and her back arches. He pushes against her with his knuckles, giving her pressure against her body that made her pull his hair.

She mumbles wordlessly into the dark room, his head buried in her neck, listening and feeling her around him.

"Can you take another?"

"Please." she openly begs. He was intoxicated by her eagerness for it. He was keeping his brow low and jaw tight as she continued to keep a firm hold around his cock, grasping at him and stroking enthusiastically in phases as she became overwhelmed and gained her senses again. He didn't want her to stop, but she would make him come before her if he wasn't careful. He wanted to melt into her, hear her moan out his name in her voice, sounding better than he'd imagined in his head. So breathy and needful.

He gives her what she asks, two fingers, slower still. Her lids bat, her mouth open as gasps and he rises to meet her face.

She mewls and nods, her face showing a hint of discomfort, but he knew there was no escaping it completely. "Yes. Yes." she pants, lip snarled and head back as she felt something inside her that stretched her for the first time. It wasn't painful, but it felt foreign at first. The way he moved slow and steady, keeping her distracted and wet as he kissed and sucked away at every bit of her his mouth could reach. He slowly opened her up, he presses his palm against her, a trick he'd told about by his older brother. And it certainly did make her moan as promised. "Oh my god Alfie, yes." she pleads, her hips back to moving against him, her thighs brushing against his length. She begins to buck again, breathing growing faster, grip around him alert again, her slender fingers reaching and stroking away at him to the pace he set inside her. "Kiss me." she demands, her free hand pulling him back down to her, a heated and messy lock follows, he finds himself getting lost in her again. Their hips grinding in tandem, listening to her call out his name, feeling her so tight around his fingers, her muscle tensing and hips begging him for more as he tried to rub every part of her he should. He thinks about what it would be like to feel her around him, so hot and tight, feeling her chest rise and fall against his flush, his limbs a tangled mess with hers, making her his.

"Fuck love, you're gonna make me come too soon."

"I think... I think I'm close." she whines and nods, hand on his cheek as she sees how blown out his eyes are, the most lovely dark blue she'd ever seen. "Come with me." she suggests.

His tilts his head. "But what about-?" he begins.

"Oh fuck Alfie please, I want to feel you do it too. Please. I think... I'm close, yeah. It feels so good, Alfie, my God." she rushes out, groaning and arching against him.

"I want to feel you too." he groans into her skin. "You feel so fuckin' right, love. I want you to come for me, Lucy. Let me do that." he hears the faults in his voice, knowing her soft hands, the rush of the newness and her eagerness all in combination with her milky, smooth thighs rubbing fast as she bucked against him were ending him. "Fuck you feel so good." he mumbles, a noise of anger leaving him, frustration from being so close, wanting her there too.

"Yeah, yeah." she nods, he sees her stomach convulse, her breathing faster and deeper as she can no longer kiss him. "Alfie."

"Yes love, let go." he tells her between kisses to her ear. "Let it happen. This is... fuck..." he feels his hips begin to stutter, his balls starting to tingle.

"Alfie I think I'm gonna... gonna..." she whimpers, her eyes starting to cross and her thighs shaking and tightening.

"Ya fuckin' perfect love, yeah." he says mindlessly as she begins to shake, a shocked look in her eyes as her stomach convulses hard and brings her head up to watch the work his hand was doing, now half hidden between her thighs as her hips moved involuntarily.

"Ugh!" she lets out a loud and deep moan, followed by tiny gasps, high pitched moans that sounded so innocent as they left her, he felt her legs relax, she grabbed him by his hair again and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was sloppy and wet and desperate, a pure expression of the overflow from what he'd done to her, his hips continue to move, his hand staying cupped over her, keeping her still as her hand grasped at him.

"Yes, love, yes." he pants, pushing his forehead against hers. She got to witness the most vulnerable moment with another person she'd ever experienced. His face contorted, a heavy masculine brow drawing shut, hiding those blue eyes from her. His row of slightly askew teeth showed as his lips twitched and she felt a warmth spurt out over her bare thigh. His body spasmed just like hers had, grunts as his hips bucked just the same. He wasn't silent, but he wasn't as loud as she had been. They didn't sound like Marnie and Jack together and she felt like that was oddly reassuring in a way.

His eyes open wide as if he had snapped out of a daze. His shoulders slump, his face pressing against her chest as they both panted and caught their breath. They lay there like that until everything stilled. The aftershocks had passed, and their hands were lazy as they stroked at each other's naked skin.

"You alright, love?" he asks, raising his head to look at her. If he'd looked first then asked, he would've seen it was a needless question. She was lying like an angel. A moonbeam across her as flushed cheeks faded slowly, her eyes half-lidded and relaxed, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"I'm wonderful." she giggles.

"You are." he nods and kisses her gently.

"You are." she says back with another soft kiss. "That was amazing."

"If ya give me a little bit I can be ready to go again. Give ya the full show, so to speak." he admits sheepishly.

She answers with a giggle and a shake of her head. "No, I think I'm too tired now. Does it always make you so sleepy afterward?" she asks, her nose wrinkling with interest.

"Sometimes." he nods and kisses her cheek. "Let me get us cleaned up, yeah? And then we can get some sleep, hmmm?" he asks, stroking her hair out of her face.

"Lovely, that." she sighs out, a blissful look on her face he wanted to capture and never forget.

--------------------------------- Lucy feels like a new woman the next day. Having him see her off where Marnie and Jack had stayed. Kissing her deep and holding her close, making her blush and giggle before leaving her.

"So... seems I was right." Marnie snarks as they walk down the street back home.

"Not entirely." Lucy shakes her head, a smirk on her face.

"That smile says differently." she laughs and pokes at her friend's side.

"We didn't... ya know." she rolls her eyes and blushes. "But we did... other things." she bursts into giggles.

"Good for me there's a long walk home and I want to hear EVERYTHING!" Marnie says, taking her arm and wrapping it around Lucy's as they titter and giggle the whole way home.

--------- Lucy is in town, picking out food for dinner for her mother in the market while she took one of her younger siblings to the doctor. She' perusing a basket of apples, when hands go over her eyes, a deep voice she recognizes fills her ears and heart simultaneously.

"Guess who, love?" he says with a huge grin.

"Alfie?!" she says with a startle, turning fast as she smacks his chest. "You frightened me!" she scolds before giggling at the handsome young man in front of her.

"My apologies love." he nods his head and gives her a pout.

"Cheeky lad." she laughs. "What are you doing here?" she asks, getting a kiss on the cheek from him as they walk past the market where fewer people were.

"Had to come to visit some lads up at this gym on this side of town."

"Oh? What for?"

"Some interest in havin' me fight." he grins proudly.

"Oh that's wonderful!" she says, wrapping an arm around him to hug him, her other arm occupied by a large basket.

"It is. " he nods. "I happened to see ya before headin' back and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see my lovely little bird now could I?" he gives her a charismatic smile, his hands pushed into his pockets as she sighs at the very sight of him.

"I'm glad you didn't." she says with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Mum's with Laurel at the doctors. I'm fetching things for tea. It's almost time for her be getting out believe."

"Everyfing alright?" he asks, a reassuring squeeze her arm.

"Oh yes, just a check-up." she dismisses the concern. "But you should probably go before she shows up." she grins.

"Don't wanna deal with all 'at just yet?" he smirks, leaning in towards her.

"No, not yet. I'd like to have this relationship stay between you and me alone for a while. It's too nice to dampen just yet." she sighs happily.

"That it is." he nods and gives her a chaste kiss. "Ya comin' 'round with Marnie this weeks end?"

"I am." she nods.

"I'm stayin' at Jack's while we's trainin' for the fight. Don't want me mum to worry with the bumps and bruises 'n that." he explains.

"What a good boy you are." she laughs and teases.

"Nah." he gives her a cheeky grin and a wrinkle of his nose. "I'll be seein' ya, Lucy."

"Yes you will." she gives him an equally amorous expression before spinning and heading back to the market.

---------- Lucy stands next to her mother as she washes dishes and Lucy dries them. She's tired and content, a mindless smile on her face that her mother now knows the source of.

"I saw you with that boy today." she says, a brow arched, the clink of plates knocking against one another in the sink fill the awkward silence. Lucy doesn't say anything, her eyes avoid her mothers glance as she sighs. "Why did you not tell me about him?"

"I..." you shrug. "I liked having him to myself I suppose."

"Did you go to school with him? Or is he not from here? I didn't recognize him."

"No I didn't. He's not from here."

"Am I going to have to ask every single question of you or are you going to give me the information you know I want know," she states flatly, side-eyeing her daughter. "How about a name?"

"His name is Alfie. He's from the East End." she answers with a tight jaw.

"I see." her mother responds, clearly displeased. "His last name?" she says with more of a demand than a question. Lucy knew this wasn't going to end well. She had hoped she could keep him a secret. She knew her mother wouldn't approve. But she hadn't cared.

"Solomons." she answers, lowering her face as she dries another dish.

"You're seeing a Jewish boy?" she says with a face contorted in surprise and disapproval.

"Yes." she states clearly, feeling defensive of him.

"Why on earth would you be wasting your time with some Jew from the East end?" she says arrogantly.

"Because he's a nice boy."

"Nice?" she huffs out a laugh.

"Yes. He's smart and funny and kind to me."

"For now." she snarks.

"What's what supposed to mean?" she sass's back.

"It means you aren't a Jew, sweetheart. Jews don't marry non-Jews."

"That's not true." she retorts.

"It is. And it's clear you unfortunately like him... so I think you should end this little tumble you're having with this back street lad and get your bearings straight." she says sharply.

"I do like him and I have no intention on ending it." her tone is so defiant her mother is both furious and impressed.

"Yes you will." she commands, her voice low and threatening. "How did you think it would end Lucy? Hmmm? Did you think he'd marry you? You're not daft, girl."

"I don't know. Maybe." she shrugs. "I liked him and that's as far as I thought it through."

"You have to think ahead, Lucy. You can't go around thinking with your heart. And he's taken advantage of that mindset I'm sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she says turning to look at her mother with an angry red face.

"It means, he's using you, darling. Jewish boys sow their wild oats with non-Jewish girls because they don't truly respect them. They get their fun out of the way before they settle down with one of their own. It happened when I was young, I know."

"That's not what he's doing. He's been very respectful!" she retorts.

"They even have a word for it you know. A word for the starter girls, the goy little girls that believe all their educated words and find them interesting. They call them Shiksa. It's an insult and that's what you are, Lucy. I don't want to hurt you darling but you have to understand-"

"I don't have to understand anything!" she stomps her foot. "YOU need to understand that he isn't like that. And I'm not leaving him!"

"I'm not going to have you mess up and get knocked up by some roughian east ender and have you be the talk of the town, Lucy. Your father and I brought you up better than that. You're going to marry a nice lad you went to school with whose parents have given him a job at their company and you're going to have little girls who grow up to not understand and rebel against their mothers and act like ungrateful brats just like you." her voice is calm and that makes it hurt even more.

"No." Lucy growls.

"Yes. You will end it with this lad. If not I will."

"And how would you do that?" she crosses her arms and raises her voice.

"I'm guessing you'll be finding out won't you?" she replies with a hard face.

"I'm not leaving him. I love him." she says, her hand's in fists and shaking.

"Oh bloody hell here we go." her mother sighs and rolls her eyes. "You don't know what love is you silly child!"

"Yes I do! And I'm not a child! I'm almost twenty!"

"Perhaps you should start acting like it if you want to be treated as such." she snaps back.

"I will! By making the decision to stay with who I love and not some fucking dimwitted lad who's never had to have an original thought in his life!" she throws the dishtowel on the floor and stomps out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Her mother sighs, a high eyebrow in annoyance. Seeing she would have to put her foot down and make some decisions for her daughter like they had been made for her.

"Where do you think you're going?" she shouts and she sees Lucy dart past the door.

"What do you care?!" she shouts and slams the front door, stomping her way down the street with her bag and coat drawn.

Moments later Lucy hears fast clicking footsteps behind her down the street. "What happened?!" she hears Marnie shout as she catches up with her friend.

Lucy tells her what her mother said and Marnie's face frowns. She knew her own mother wouldn't approve of Jack, but she loved him anyway. She was on borrowed time with him as well. She felt deeply for Lucy, who hadn't even lived in the way she had yet.

"I'm sorry." she says, locking her arm in Lucy's.

"Yeah." she mutters, her face still hard, tears wet down her face. "Why are you still here?" she asks, turning her face to look at Marnie's apologetic one.

"I'm not letting you walk to the fuckin' east end alone!" she says obviously. "We're in this together okay? I'm not looking forward to losing Jack either." she says reaching down to hold Lucy's hand.

"At least maybe he'll knock you up and you can marry that way." Lucy shrugs.

"Yeah like she'd let me keep it." she rolls her eyes.

"Maybe she would. Worth a shot." Lucy shrugs.

"Maybe." she pauses. "And what about you and Alfie?" she asks. "Would she let you keep it if he knocked you up?"

Lucy's face softens, lashes fluttering in thought. "I don't know." she whispers.

"Worth a shot?" Marnie asks, suggesting the same thing to her.

Lucy gulps noisily and sighs. "Yeah, maybe." she nods. ----------------

For the first time in their relationship, Lucy leads the way. Marnie stands back and lets her act out how she needs to. She recalls all the time's Lucy was there to pick up her broken pieces over the years, letting her scream and fight and make rash decisions. So she returned the favor for her best friend.

Lucy's small fist knocks on the door to Jack's apartment. "Jack? Alfie?" she calls loudly and desperately.

Marnie holds her breath, hoping that they were home.

"Bloody hell ya want to let the whole building know ya here?" Jack says with a furrowed brow as he swings the door open.

Lucy ignores him. "Is Alfie here?"

"Yeah, love, I'm-" Alfie answers from inside the apartment. She shoves past Jack, knocking him off balance as he looks to Marnie who is wearing an apologetic and solemn face and he decides to keep his mouth shut. "Fuckin' 'ell what's wrong?" his eyes are wide as she rushes towards him and wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tight. "What's happened? Are you alright?" he asks, his hands moving across her body, up to her face to pull it away from his chest to check her for injuries. "What is it Lucy?" he says quietly, seeing the tears in her eyes.

"My mum." she says before she starts crying.

"What's? Did she die? What?" the words rush out, his face showing clear confusion.

"I wish she fucking would!" she shouts into his chest and starts sobbing.

His eyes go wide, such a heartfelt declaration from Lucy surely meant something. She wasn't one to say words she didn't mean.

"Let's leave them, Jack." Marnie whispers. "Her mum found out about him and said some nasty things, wants her to leave him." she explains discreetly and Jack nods, with a heavy sigh he grabs his shoes and coat, giving Alfie a nod who returns it as he begins to tut at Lucy, trying to hold her face in his hands.

"Now breathe for me, darling." he commands, taking a big deep breath himself. "Look at me. I'm here. You're here with me. You're safe. Let's calm down now, yeah?" he nods, wiping away her tears.

"She saw us by the market. She wants me to leave you." she begins to sob again and he feels his chest ache, letting her lean back into it as he wraps his arms around her. His hand on the back of her head, as he rests his mouth against her hair. "She said I was a shiksa and you were using me. But you aren't are you? Please tell me she's wrong. I didn't believe her but-"

"No!" he shouts and it catches her off guard. "How dare she call you such a thing. Fuckin' woman claiming to know how I feel-" he begins and stops himself as he feels the red hot anger build and flush his face. "I really care for you, Lucy. Don't let her words lead you to think otherwise."

"I don't want to leave you Alfie." she sniffles.

"I don't want you to leave me either." he responds flatly, but honestly.

"Alfie?" she asks, her emotional voice breaking.

"Yes, love?" he sighs out, holding her lovely and pinked face, watching her little petal lips tremble.

"I... I love you." she chokes out. "I've never felt this way before. How can she-?" she begins to sob again at the thought.

"Shhh, Shhhh." he says, fingers stroking her hair. "Breathe love," he whispers. "I love you too ya know? I don't want this to end, same as you. I should've not kissed you in public like that. I'm sorry, it weren't right."

"No!" she says pulling away. "You should be able to kiss me anywhere and however we want!" she states defiantly. "Why can't two people like us show affection without others having something bad to say! Who cares if you're Jewish? Who cares if we're from different places? What does that have to do with anything?" she says, pulling away, caught up in her own anger and she wipes her face harshly.

"It dunnit." he says softly with a loud sigh, moving to get a glass of water. "But the world likes us to not mix with those outside our own."

"It's not fair!" she shouts, bottom lip shaking still.

"I know little bird, I know." he says with a disheartened smile, handing her the glass and rubbing her back. "As a poor Jew believe me... I know." he says with more bite to his tone that makes her come out of her upset for herself.

"And as a woman, things are forced and expected of me that I don't want as well." her anger faulters, a sense of hurt replacing it now. She pushes back the tears and moves back towards him, his face in her hands. "I love you Alfie. I don't know what will happen to us and that frightens me. I don't want to lose you." she says with conviction and he holds his hands over hers.

"I know, love." he nods. "I 'on't know what'll become of us either. But know I do love you. And your mum or anyone else keepin' us apart innit gonna change that. You're my little posh doll what come 'round to roll in the mud with the likes a me." he gives her a smile, his eyes sad but full of adoration. "How could I forget such a treasured thing like you? Not like anyfing I've ever experienced before are ya?" he leans in to kiss her gently.

"I love you Alfie. I don't want to be anyone else's." she shakes her head and wraps her arms around his neck. "I love you." she confesses again, pushing her lips to his.

"I love you, Lucy. I don't want ya to be anyone else's either." he holds her face and kisses her with intent. It grows more urgent, more desperate with each passing of their lips. Their bodies want to speak further on how they feel about the other where their words fall short in their inexperience.

"Alfie." she pants out as his lips press to her cheek. "Make love to me." she requests. Her eyes large and fluttering as they beg him. "I want to be yours forever. This is how I can be. Make love to me and no matter what happens I'll always be yours." she rushes out, crashing her lips into his.

He usually had a retort, a question to her motivations that he wanted to ease his own mind about. But he knew she meant it. He knew she was right. And he did want to make her his. He hadn't thought of marrying her, but they had also been loving in denial for some time together. They didn't want to think about who they were when they were apart, they only wanted to be Alfie and Lucy, with no pasts or families, no obligations or expectations of them. Just two humans in the rush of young love that you don't forget no matter how much time passes. The one you look back on and wonder what happened to them, all the what if's you have with the wisdom of age and hindsight. They wanted to be that for each other and he wanted to make her his in whatever way he could. So he responded to her pleading voice with enthusiasm as he pulled her into the bedroom.

Her head was rushed, feeling lightheaded and too many emotions at once as their faces pressed together, both afraid of what would come tomorrow, but wanting to forget about it all tonight. Although they'd had wandering hands ever since their night alone, she thought their first time would be different. Certainly not under the circumstances it was happening, and with a hope for a future instead of what they were facing. But as she's learning, life isn't like what you envision it to be and you should just work with what you have in front of you at the moment and hope for the best. So that's what she did. She was learning more than one lesson the hard way tonight. Becoming a woman was always just a phrase before and she thought sex might do that for her, but it was apparent now that that was not what being a woman meant.

Their hands move fast, buttons fumbled over as they knock into one another as they take off their clothes. A quick yank down on the covers on the bed, she throws herself onto him, feverish kisses with no grace are shared. There were no flowers, no romantic build up, and proposal of marriage to be had. Just a raw and defining moment between two people who didn't want to let go. The desperation was mutual, he'd found someone who saw him as something more, who didn't label him or judge him. She'd found someone with a sound mind, kind heart and strong hands. Everything she ever wanted. So they held onto each other like they were going to be ripped from each other's arms, because they were.

Her sounds break his heart, in the frenzy of skin to skin he tries to commit them to memory despite how they were more whines and whimpers than moans. He moves his lips from her mouth as she gasps for breath, running a hand through her hair which was growing damp with sweat. She shuts her eyes, pretending they were somewhere else together, her hands through his short cropped hair as his kisses move down her body, his hands wrapping around her thighs before pressing sucking kisses to her skin. He wishes he had time to make her beg, to kiss every fold of her, but he makes due with the rushed feeling her trembling hands feed into him. Spreading her lips, taking a moment to notice how she looked up close, pink petals he took into his mouth and found her center, kissing her as she finally began to relax as he worked away at the now swollen bud. He hears her moan, and it's a sweet sound he'll miss. Her light accent, an air of innocence to it somehow still, like she was a little doll kept on a shelf and never touched, in some immaculate townhouse, never having known any pain. He'd wanted to keep her like that as long as he could. He loved her softness, it was something that drew him to her.

Everything that wasn't like him, he loved about her. She softened his edges and made him forget who he was. His life was hard and he had taken that refuge in her for granted. And now he'd be back in the harsh reality with no harbor to come home to heal.

He pushes the thoughts away as he presses his fingers into her. A deep sound from her belly he felt, her tensing muscles, now not afraid or timid to his touch. He goes slowly, steadily, how he planned to use himself in her. He moves from two to three fingers, hearing her breathing gasp and change. A low whine, her back arching and bracing herself.

"Relax, love." he says in a deep, soothing voice. "It'll be easier on ya if ya can." he nods, going back to sucking on her clit, more gentle pressure from his fingers, wondering how he would fare inside her.

"Alfie. Just give me your cock," she whines. His eyes shoot up to her at the use of the word. Every time something dirty came out of her mouth his ears perked up like the words sounded so foreign coming from her sweet mouth. "Please. I want you. If it hurts, it hurts, I don't care anymore." she begs, her hands moving down to take the sides of his face and pull it towards her.

He gives in to her wishes, wiping his mouth before she pulls him into a deliberate, deeper kiss. She'd slowed down a bit, her heart racing but her lips slower. They had hours to be together. She wanted him as much as she could before she left. She wanted to be his in the only way she knew how to be now. He crawls up her body, aligning their hips, with one arm rested by her head to hold himself up. Her hands wandering down his torso, feeling every hill and valley of his strong body as it tensed above her. Her delicate hands tug at him, feeling him respond to her, a breathy exhale across her lips as his eyes go dark. He takes her hands from him, putting them around to his back as he pushes against her, her thrust back knees allowing him to slide against her wetness, give him a chance to figure out his angles before he committed to one. He finally picks a position, breaking their kiss and reaching to pump himself, spreading the slick across his before aiming.

"You tell me what you need, right Lucy?" he says, grazing his nose against hers. "Slow, fast, stop, anyfing just..." she sees his hesitancy to hurt her. Not wanting to leave her with the memory of pain from their time together. Her mind couldn't have been farther away from the thought.

"Just do it Alfie." she smiles, one hand pushing back his hair as it fell onto his forehead. "I promise I'll tell you." her gentle words ease him forward, the final go-ahead he needed from her.

He begins to push and he's grateful he can make progress immediately, notching inside her, eyes watching him enter her before returning to her face. When his eyes shift back up, he finds a lusty angel laying beneath him. Her hands still against his back as he puts his chest to hers. He takes her kiss-swollen lips being parted and stammering as a compliment, reaching down to connect their gaze by holding her cheek for a moment. The room falls quiet, tiny gasps and mewls as her lips push together, her body responding, tensing around him, causing him to fight to keep his eyes open as he slowly sinks into her, watching every movement of her face. A big exhale from both as their bodies rest against each other, her eyelashes fluttering before lifting back up to his, taking her hands to hold his face and kiss him.

"Move, love." she whispers against his lips, a small nip before he gives in to an intense kiss, trying to connect themselves fully. A slow drag, only a minor wince from her. On the second push in, a deeper exhale from her, a shifting of her shoulders as the pace he set started to feel better and better the more he did it. Soft yes's into his ears as he kisses her neck, finding a pace that suited them both so neither were overwhelmed. "It's..." she begins, a loud gulp that makes him rise to take in her face, expecting a rebuttal but he finds her so soft and strung out his shoulders hunch at the sight of her. "You feel so good." she sighs with a tiny smile, eyes looking unfocused and her moans growing.

"You feel even better." he rasps into her mouth, a moan as they connect into another kiss. He holds her thigh, shifting his weight up, a slightly different angle that she responds to loudly.

"Oh my." she pants, cheeks flushed and rosy, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over them both as they began to move together.

Her small noises, the way her hands would grasp at his back like she needed more, he knew he wouldn't give her what he wanted before he found his end first. She was too tight, his heart overwhelming him in the moment with her. So he reaches between them, nimble fingers find her clit easily, giving her a boost and she gasps loudly, eyes finally rolling back and closing, head knocking back, allowing him to kiss her neck and chest, giving him the chance to go faster, harder.

"Yes, that's it." she moans, nodding and biting her lip, her back arching, pressing her against him. "Oh my god Alfie." she whines, her legs opening wider, taking more of him. "Yes." she nods again, her head shooting down towards him and whimpers for him. Their lips meet fiercely, her fingers digging into his back to hold him to her, clutching as she felt herself drawing to that still new conclusion that she hadn't stopped thinking about since he first gave it to her.

"Are you close, love?" he grunts out, praying she would give him a yes, as he wasn't sure how much he could take, the waves of pleasure causing her to throb around him and in his not yet fully formed sexual prowess, he couldn't hold off much longer.

"Yes. Yes Alfie." she nods and bites his lip, giving herself over to it, letting everything else fall away as she wraps her legs around him. "More, please. Harder." she pants out. He pushing down with his knees and bucks into her feeling her body shudder, her thighs tightening around him as he decides to give over, pressing his forehead to hers as her mouth fell open with praise and moans.

"Fuck love, I'm gonna..." he grunts out, his face pained, his head shaking back and forth.

"Do it." she nods against him. "I'm so bloody close." she lets out a wanton moan.

Once again, he gives her what she asks. He does what his body is telling him to, harder, faster, finish it off. She tightens her grip, locking her arms and legs around him, pulling him against her fully, his arms both on the bed as he pumped into her and she got to hear him right against her ear. A beautifully pained sound she hadn't heard before. With a deep grunt he let's go, pressing against her, giving her the final kick of feeling she needed. The sounds they spilled out into the room weren't like that of what she'd heard from her friend. They were deeper, softer, more desperate. No dirty words shared, just the slap of skin to skin that she knew meant she was getting what she needed.

It washes over her, a feeling of being shaken, electricity through her limbs, her face screwing up as deep grunts escaped her she'd never heard before. Having already finished, but being young he keeps going as long as he can, trying to give her everything. He whines at the sensitivity, her squeezing so tightly around him. Something he'd never felt before her. Her grunts turn to light moans, feeling her finally loosen her grip on him.

They lay still and entangled, his face pressed next to her hers. She felt a sense of calm, of peace for a fleeting moment with him in the afterglow. She closes her eyes and pretends they're somewhere else, another time perhaps when things weren't so confusing, when they were older and more established, having been through these growing pains already.

"Can I stay with you tonight? Here? Can we stay like this?" she whispers, not opening her eyes, unwilling to leave the fantasy behind.

"Stay as long as you like." he answers softly, kissing her cheek. "We can stay just like this if that's what you want." he offers, now resting his head on her chest, listening to her heart and her breathing, smelling the mixture of expensive perfume and sweat from her.

"Yes. For now. Just... stay like this. On me... in me, like this." her voice is barely audible, her fingers now in his hair, lazy strokes that make his eyelids feel heavy. "I do want to do that again before I leave." she smiles, eyes still closed, feeling him smile against her skin.

"I'll do it as many times I can for ya love." he plants a kiss to her sternum.

Her mind wanders. Blissful from orgasm and holding a boy she loved in her arms, her mind drifts to better thoughts, forgetting they were spending what was most likely their last night together. "I love you Alfie." she leans to kiss his head. "No matter what happens." she shakes her head slowly.

"And I love you, Lucy. No matter what happens." he promises to her in the dark.

The future felt so infinite and empty at that moment for them. They knew they'd live, but being young and in love was something that was rather life ending in a way when it happens for the first time. When you come across that heartbreak, having to keep going through the pain of it, part of you does die. But another version of yourself, another life is born from it. A new set of eyes to see the world with, a new outlook without the rose-colored glasses young love afforded. They did long to be someone else and they'd found that in each other. But now facing losing the person they had been able to pretend with, they were both left in the cold. The harsh reality of having to find out how to make themselves who they wanted to be alone lie before them now.

----- "I don’t know when I’m going to be able to see you again.” She whispered her fingertips light on his clean-shaven face, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks as his lips twitched.

“I know.” He whispers back solemnly, a nod against her forehead.

“She might lock me away.” She gulps, not wanting to separate from him. “She said she was going to arrange a marriage.” A tear falls down her cheek and her lips tremble and a sob breaks out.

“Shhh shhhh.” He pulls her close, holding her head as she beginning to sob into his jacket. “I’m sorry Lucy. I am really am. There’s nothing I can do. Your family... “ he begins, knowing her world was different from his, knowing a scrappy lad like him wouldn’t be able to ever be good enough for her in their eyes.

She nods and wipes her face. “I know. You’re right.” she takes a deep breath. “They’d never allow it.” She returns her gaze to his face lit beautifully by the street lamp. “I’ll be forever sorry it ended like this.” Her voice was so full of misery. “No matter what does happen, know I did love you. I know I’ll think of you often. And fondly." She gives him a smile that he knows is a shield but he accepts it anyway.

"You'll be with me in some way always, Lucy. I can't give you the life that you deserve, the one that your family has, the one they want for you but..." he shakes his head and she sees the heartbreak and defeat that lie there. “I love you Lucy. I wish I was a better man to-“

“You’re the best man, Alfie. Don’t let anyone tell you any differently. To me you’re more than enough. I'd rather have you than anything some strangers money could give me.”

“I’ll miss you Lucy. I’ll miss everything about you, love.”

“Promise you won’t forget me?” she asks with a sad sob that escapes, a smile still forced to her face.

“Never.” He whispers. “You don’t forget someone when they made me feel like you did.”

———

Her mother kept her word. Within the month, after being kept under close watch in her home a marriage was arranged. A family within the same means of her own, not from the same school she’d went to but he had the same air to him as the posh lads she knew.

She was thrown quickly into a world she didn’t want to be a part of. She missed beer and pubs and fights. The company of people who were unapologetically themselves. Patching him up after his fights and conversations on the poorly made roof of Jacks dusty flat. Now she was dressed in gowns and had to speak with etiquette, be touched by a boy who had never been in a fight before, who had no passion. Someone that didn’t know what struggle was and it was plain to see in his actions. She cried on her wedding day. She found out this was commonplace and received no sympathy for it. These realizations that came with her moving into adult life only made her miss her days spent in the east end more. It had only been months, but that version of herself already felt a lifetime away.

They were married in the summer. A hot day with a stuffy dress full of fake smiles and thanks. Her wedding night was unceremonious. More business transaction than personal.

She didn’t get to settle in fully to married life with this man. For the war came and before she knew it he was gone. Everyone was gone it seemed. Jack had gone, Alfie had gone. All her schoolmates. Just gone. The next years were long and lonely. A great span of time with other wifes left behind, then time spent with the war widows, later on, the two groups much the same by the war's end. She felt guilty for not grieving more. But she’d barely known the man.

She had gone to school and went to work after that. With a house and money that was in her name, she grew bored quickly alone. She missed being out in the world, missed interacting with real people. She wanted to have her own life and she’d been given that opportunity. She knew she needed to move forward.

One unassuming spring afternoon she’s out at the market, basket in hand and picking out food for tea. With the day free she planned on spending it cooking, then perhaps curl up with her pastries and a good book by the fire. She’s busy perusing a cart of apples and paying no mind to anything around her. Inside her own head was where she lived the most after all.

Alfie heard about Lucy through Marnie. The marriage, the house, the money. He was told she was miserable, but he hoped she could find solace in the comfort those things could provide. He couldn’t give them to her after all. And she deserved it.

He channeled that hurt into his fighting. He beat every opponent, working his way up and becoming focused. He was set to move up to real fights anytime. With real boxers and real audiences with real money. He was on the brink of something, making something of himself, he could feel it.

But then the war came. The fever that was sparked from it swept up everyone he knew, the poor going off with either hope of a better life after for serving or some left with a sense of patriotism. He enlisted because there was no more boxing for him with everyone gone. The young lads, the promoters who were still of age, everyone started leaving. He thought he’d give it a shot, best go in by choice and accept it then be pulled into it by force later.

The war changed him. As was the nature of it. Perhaps his education and his familiarity with fighting and violence led him to make it though. Although with being a Captain it certainly felt like he was a fraud at times. Little east end tosser like him a Captain. That’s how bad it’d gotten. But it did end. And with a title, a new outlook on what his life would be now. With old hopes abandoned and new goals now set, he knew he could use what he learned in the war to his advantage. And that’s exactly what he did. He didn’t want to be one of the men he saw who were shells in themselves after. Some mad as hatters, not able to leave the war behind.So he settled back into London, and with his old schoolmate Darby, another fellow child of immigrants, he began a new business venture.

He stomps out of the building towards the town car that waited in the street for him. His shoulders now broader, his face covered in a beard, now with hair that was far overgrown what it had been before the war. Hidden under a bulking coat and hat he stopped to lay out instructions to one of his employees before departing. Growing annoyed with the lad's thickness, he stands and sighs, eyes rolling and lips pursed in a clear display of dissatisfaction.

“What the fuck is wrong with ya? I could go get anyone else in this whole fuckin market, yeah? And they’d be better at following simple fuckin instructions than you.” His hand lifted and motioning to the crowd. “Fuckin any one of these wankers out here.” He gruffs as his eyes follow the path of his hand to make a connection to someone he saw, use his cleverness to make the boy feel bad. But instead, he paused. The boy watches his bosses face go slack, his arm slowly falling back to his side.

“Sir?” The boy asks, looking in the same direction and finding nothing of interest.

But she’d caught his eye. Just like she had all those years ago. Her in the middle of a crowd and his eyes drawn to her like there was no one else. She'd changed just the same as him. Taller, darker hair fell to her shoulders as her dress fluttered about her calves as she walked.

“Get in the car lad.” He says, watching her walk through the booths of fruit.

“Sir?”

He returns his eyes to the boy. Annoyed he had to look away. “I said get in the fuckin car ya daft child. I’ll be back. Sit here and don’t fuckin go anywhere. Don’t speak to no one. Lest they know what a bellend you are.” He says, beginning to cross the street, shoving the boy out of the way.

The closer he gets, the more certain he was that it was his Lucy. Well, not his Lucy anymore. She was grown now, the same as him. He trails her for a bit, seeing no one approach her. No man, no children. He sees no ring on her dainty finger and he tries not to become hopeful.

He decides to close in. He stands next to her, not noticing him as she’s away in her thoughts as she would get sometimes. He sees her face set indifferently, she fingers through her pocketbook to pay. But he interjects.

“I’ll pay for the lady.” He says, handing the money over to the man behind the stand. “And she’ll take some of them berries too.” He adds, her eyes full of surprise at first for a strangers kindness, then he watched her face shift. A polite smile to recognition with wide eyes. “That is if she still likes em like she used to.” He gives her a nod.

Her mouth stutters for a moment before forming his name. “Alfie?” She says in disbelief. She hadn’t even known if he’d survived the war. Let alone come back to London. He was like a ghost appearing out of nowhere. Her heart raced and her hand rose to her chest.

“Lucy.” He nods and the grin he gives her makes her lashes flutter with its charm. His eyes were the same. His face now covered and he stood taller, an air of importance to him now, his clothes old fashioned but well made and clean. His voice was deeper and rougher but those plush lips still sat across those slightly wonky teeth just the same.

“Oh, my word.” She whispers. “You? You?” She doesn’t know what to ask or say first. So much comes flooding back.

“Me, me. Yeah, love.” He laughs, taking the produce and handing it to her. He feels an inkling of hope when she takes it from him and doesn’t move her eyes from his.

“I didn’t know you were back.” She begins with. "Or even alive." she adds with a whisper.

“I am.” He nods. “I saw ya when I's leaving a meetin' and I thought there’s no way that’s little Lucy.”

“Not so little now.” She gives an awestruck smile.

“Ya got a minute to talk?” He inquires, holding his arm out to her to take.

“Yes!” She says fast with a quick nod. More reason to feel hopeful. She takes his arm as they walk aimlessly, she can’t take her eyes off him. “How are you?” She asks first.

“Oh, I’m fine.” He dismisses. “Always workin' it seems. More importantly, how are you love?”

“I’m... I'm fine. Had the day off and thought I’d come out to buy some things to bake.”

“Oh ya baking now?”

“Only as a hobby. I’m actually a secretary in town now.”

“Ya workin?” He asks clearly surprised. He expected her to be a kept woman.

“Yes. I grew tired of sitting alone in the house.”

“Alone?”

“Yes. I... well, I’m just another war widow now I’m afraid. So I support myself.”

“My condolences love.” He gives her a polite nod.

She stops and narrows her eyes at him for a moment. “You should know they aren’t needed.”

The weight of her words hits him. There was hope. A bloom bursting inside him he had been avoiding. “Well, what of the little ones? You have your own army of nanny’s to take care of them?”

“I don’t have any children.” She answers simply. "My husband left for the war shortly after we were married."

No husband, no children and working for herself and living alone was exactly the opposite of how he’d expected to find her. If he ever did.

“What about you?” She asks timidly, afraid of his response.

“Same as you it would seem.” He gives her a slow nod.

"You're a war widow?" she asks with an inkling of humor that makes a broad smile grow across his face. Bless her, she still had her cleverness.

He looks away, a groan of a sound at her cheeky response before returning his eyes to hers, finding them beaming at him. "Ahhhh. Not that no." he shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh. "Never married. War 'n all." he gives a stern nod.

There’s silence for a moment. Both thinking the same thing but not knowing how to say it.

“Would you like to get some tea sometime Alfie?” She asks. His stomach tightens. What a forward little bird she’d become.

“I would. But how would dinner sound instead?” He leans closer.

“Like a real date?” She smirks. He was so relieved to find her sense of humor still intact. The same quirky and judgmental glance he remembered.

“Would ya like it to be?”

“I’ll say yes if it is.” A wide smile spreads across her face.

“Then it is indeed a date, love. You have the day off ya said? Would it be too forward of me to suggest tonight?”

“It would not.” She says softly. “I believe we have some time to make up for.” She says with a cheeky smile.

“I do hope so, Lucy.”

“You don’t have to hope Alfie.” She gives him the same adoring smile from years ago, moving to take his hand into hers. “We most certainly do.”

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